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Way of Beasts: Chronicles

A world where 60% of the human race has become extinct, a new land where the animal kingdom dominates, a place where common sense no longer exists, justice is a privilege of the strong. Gods of all mythologies try to spread their glory through their apostles. Herran, a young war orphan who is destined to suffer. A promise that can never be broken is the sword of a God.

SottaM · Fantasy
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37 Chs

Khan

I saw my opponent in another perception, admiration and fear came from knowing that he had taken the use of his talent to the maximum

when I saw his hand glowing purple before he tried to hit me

'That's why he can be fast and strong'

I dodged the blow and jumped back and tried to do the most faithful imitation of his pose

my two hands at chin height, one further away and one shorter

He gave me a wild smile realizing what I wanted to do and increased the speed

I realized how difficult it is to fight in this pose

I put my arm in front of the blow and felt my limbs shake

I ignored the pain as I continued to be dominated by him when I dodged inside and just before I hit his arm he did something unbelievable

'WHAT?'

He shrugged his head and deflected the blow to his face with his shoulder.

I lost all the momentum of the blow and he punished me with another punch to the face

he shook his head in negativity as he wrinkled his nose and looked down at me

I was irritated by this guy's behavior, I quickly stood up and imbued my hands with my magic, almost invisible golden particles forming and fading while my arms felt lighter.

Now this is the turn, you little dead guy,

I charged towards him while dodging the blows waiting for the opportunity,

I lowered my entire upper body and pulled a hook towards his chest, I landed the blow and he was no longer as hard as steel, I felt his back bend with the force of the blow

'I got the secret lol'

Taking advantage of the momentum, I aimed a punch towards his mouth but he instinctively turned his neck to the opposite side and my blow didn't hit anything.

I gained space before imbuing mana into my legs too

'Why am I going to fight him at his own game?'

he came approaching when I kicked one of his legs

I heard a crack before he lost his entire base and fell to one of his knees, I hit him again in the face with a side kick, I heard another crack when he fell lifeless to the ground, I felt a myriad of feelings

Guilt, remorse, anger, pity, and blame

I felt his body disappear but I still didn't let my guard down, waiting for the next opponent

but nothing happened when my other self walked past the wall again with a golden ticket in hand,

"Do you want to use your ticket?"

I thought about how much it would benefit me to learn so many different fighting styles, of course if I survived but it would make me stronger, every cut, every blow, every pain would make me stronger and I needed that.

For my goal

"Yes..."

'I will destroy everyone'

Did I spend the rest of the days? months? I honestly don't know, engaging in frantic combat practically all the time, one person different from the other, spears, daggers, skills, bows, giant hammers,

own hands like that man,

I realized that everyone has their attack patterns, and that every type of fight had principles behind it, I can understand much more now and some I am able to predict

I can already face men in the mirror, but what makes me most anxious is the one above everything, I can't even see much of him, even if I jump he's too far away

as if reinforcing that he is different...

Taking the thoughts out of my head I see the last opponent from the last row leaving before I'm worried

I look at the man with a different helmet, as if it were a cap

and a cloudy sword

'Unique huh'

His every move was intimidating, as if he were a king

I sneer at him

"You're different huh"

he stopped and smiled

"It's me?"

"I am Genghis"

he said as he continued looking down on me.

"What is your dream?"

he said as he pointed the blurred sword towards me, blood red flames burning his sword.

I looked down in shame

"I don't know"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA okay boy sit down"

He said as he sat down.

I hesitated before sitting at a considerable distance from him.

"I am the greatest conqueror in the world, under my command was a few million kilometers"

I widened my eyes in disbelief

"Millions?"

"HAHAHA YES BRAT"

"But it was difficult, commanding so many people you have to be strong and have the aura, An emperor has to inspire fear and be fair to all his people"

Inspire fear and be fair? I looked at him confused

"Yes, inspire fear in those who want the throne, and in those who want to challenge you at the same time that you are fair and help everyone. But the most important thing is to never betray yourself, after all you are the most important in the kingdom"

He placed his hand on his chin before looking at me.

"There are things you want to change, right? Being a king is the easiest way to complete it, to protect your loved ones, to protect your home"

he pointed at me and said "BECOME A KING BOY, CHANGE THIS WORLD AND I WILL HELP YOU"

I raised an eyebrow at the proposal

"What do you gain by helping me?"

he shrugged his shoulders

"Well, I'll never be able to leave here anyway, so with you at least I can see the world when you dominate it"

Still suspicious I ask

"And what do I have to offer?"

"Well, you'll be cursed with what's inside me, thus fighting your sanity every day."

"Well then of course I-"

"But you will have all the skills needed to change the world"

"what do you decide?"

"I..."