HELL'S ANGEL [2]

"The members who participate in the hunt will receive a part of the Darkte kingdom as a reward," the leader announced, trying to spark greed in everyone's heart to overshadow their fear.

"It is Kyra El Darkte, the princess of Darkte," he continued as a hologram of a beautiful lady with golden eyes and dark hair appeared next to the hologram of Vanitas.

"Woah!"

"She's stunning!"

"I'd love to get my hands on her"

"She's fucking gorgeous!"

"Imagine having her as part of the reward"

The members muttered vile comments upon seeing the princess, whose beauty could make any man kneel before her.

The leader knew everyone here feared Hell's Angel, and he couldn't change that.

That's why he planned to offer the princess as a reward for these vile dogs, to make them fight for his goals.

"The one who contributes the most in this hunt will receive this princess as his slave and can do whatever they want with her," the leader declared, igniting a fire of desire in the hearts of his followers.

"The day Hell's Angel falls, our High Society will rise from the shadow," the leader proclaimed, envisioning their ascent to power.

"Yeah! We're stepping into the light at last!"

"Finally! Everyone will now know our strength!"

"No more secrets, no more hiding. Let the world see what we're made of!"

Everyone exclaimed with newfound vigor, energized by the prospect of their rise to power.

"The princess, sounds nice for my collection. I can't wait to get my hands on her," a chubby old man said, licking his lips as he imagined the princess as his slave.

The moment he said that, he felt someone's gaze on him. He turned around to find out who it was.

A blonde young man nearby stared at him with cold, emotionless eyes.

But the overwhelming murderous intent emanating from the young man was so intense that it made the old man's blood run cold, freezing him in place.

"Who are y...!"

Bam!

Before he could say anything, the young man grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the stone table in front of him.

"Ahhh!" the old man screamed in agony, feeling as if his skull was splitting open.

Bam!

Blood splattered as the young man relentlessly slammed his head into the table again and again, each impact more brutal than the last.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

The circle of people around them, witnessing the brutal scene, fell silent and stared at the blonde young man with fear in their eyes.

Despite their terrified gazes, the young man continued to slam the old man's head against the table, his expression remaining cold and emotionless.

Bam!

Bam!

Like a ripple effect, slowly, the people around them began to notice the scene and fell silent.

Soon, the entire amphitheater was staring at the young man, their faces filled with a myriad of emotions.

Bam!

The old man's head had been reduced to a pulpy mess, and the stone table lay shattered in two.

The young man stared at the lifeless body before him with eerie calmness in his eyes.

Blood splattered everywhere, giving him the appearance of a devil with his expressionless face, now streaked with blood.

-Cleanse

The blood on him vanished as soon as he activated the skill "Cleanse," and he calmly surveyed the people around him, who were staring at him with fear.

Seeing all this, the leader wore a dumbfounded expression, feeling intense anger towards the young man who was disrupting such an important moment.

"Seems like everyone forgot who I was just because I'm silent nowadays," the leader muttered under his breath.

He raised his hand and aimed it toward the young man, activating his skill "Pull" to demonstrate the consequences of disobedience.

1, 2... seconds passed, but nothing happened. The leader tilted his head in confusion, perplexed by the lack of response even after activating his skill.

-Blink

The young man stood up and vanished from his place after activating "Blink."

In an instant, he appeared behind the leader, standing under the hologram of Vanitas.

( Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them all, brother )

The young man heard a lively voice inside his head, urging him to kill everyone in front of him.

[ For crying out loud, shut your fucking mouth, You little bastard! ]

Following the lively voice, a deep and irritated voice echoed in the young man's head.

( Duh!! )

[ If i get my hands on your body, you're dead, brat ]

( Good luck, Ax )

[ It's Axel, you idiot!]

( Ok, Ass )

[ You're dead, you little bastard! ]

The young man ignored the ramblings of the two idiots inside his head, treating it as if it were a daily occurrence.

"Who are you?" the leader asked, looking at him with a surprised expression on his face.

-Dispel

The young man activated "Dispel" while brushing his hand through his blonde hair.

Soon, his hair transformed from blonde to dark black with streaks of violet, and his dark eyes changed to a golden hue.

His facial features also shifted to resemble the prince displayed in the hologram above him.

The leader couldn't believe it.

"Are you... Vanitas?" he asked, his voice filled with doubt.

Ignoring the leader, Vanitas surveyed the room with a tranquil and blank expression.

"I came to see if anything has changed in this timeline, but it seems it's still the same," he stated, his gaze meeting the leader's.

The leader felt a sense of unease when their eyes locked, as if something was tightening around his heart.

"What are you talking about?" he demanded, confused by Vanitas's words, but as usual, Vanitas remained silent.

As the members noticed the young man's striking resemblance to Hell's Angel, panic spread among them, and they hastily attempted to activate their teleportation scrolls.

"Why am I stuck here?"

"It's not working!"

"What do we do now?"

"Is that really Hell's Angel?"

"How did he even get here?"

Even the leader struggled to activate his scroll, only to find it futile like the rest.

Attempting to activate the scroll once more, the leader wondered if the young man had the ability to control the space around him.

-Push

Even his skills weren't helping him.

"I can't use my skills."

"What's happening?"

"Ahhh!"

Everyone else seemed to be experiencing the same situation as him.

Seeing Vanitas's blank face, the leader finally understood why everyone feared him.

Despite everything, Vanitas stood there, watching without showing any emotion.

"Wait... what do you want? Give us a single chance; we won't step into your continent." Feeling helpless without his skills and scrolls, the leader desperately tried to get out of the situation.

"I don't give choices, only judgment."

But the one he was asking wasn't a merciful god, but a cold-blooded executioner.

-Absolute Zero

Everyone felt a crushing pressure, as if a 100-ton container had been dropped on them.

Blood sprayed everywhere, flooding the amphitheater in a crimson tide.

In an instant, the entire High Society was slaughtered, their bodies lying lifeless and shattered, the air thick with the scent of death and the chill of merciless execution.

After ensuring everyone was dead, he vanished from the scene.