Another Training? (2)

IN A BANK

The atmosphere within the bank remained normal as employees attended to the customers.

]Named Technique: Solar, Strength[

*BOOM*

Chaos erupted as a wave of madness swept through every person present. In the blink of an eye, the bank's wall shattered from the outside, revealing two young men soaring in.

Lucas, now with black hair and red chains adorned with black runes wrapped around his fists, led the intrusion. The other man, blond and determined, summoned a protective block of enchanted glass around his torso. However, Lucas unleashed a barrage of firepower, shattering the magical barrier and sending the blond man hurtling.

The other man was the blonde guy, he created a block of enchanted glass to cover his torso, but Lucas's firepower was too much. He broke the enchanted glass, sending the blond man flying.

As the man descended towards the ground, Lucas prepared for the next move.

]Named Technique: Gale, Agility[

The chains that once covered his fists now extended to his legs, transforming into green chains adorned with white runes. In an instant, Lucas maneuvered behind the falling blond man.

*BOOM* 

A powerful kick from Lucas sent the man soaring once again. Grabbing the chains in his hands, Lucas channeled all his mana into them.

]Named Technique: Ironcall, Dexterity[

The chain, now weaponized, whirled around Lucas with deadly precision. He swung it forcefully, propelling the blond man towards a terrified, innocent woman, creating a moment of sheer terror within the bank.

The woman screamed with her eyes closed before.

*Bamf!**Bamf!**Bamf!**Bamf!*

An unknown sound could be heard.

In the next moment, the woman found herself a few feet away from the impact point. Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of the man who had been accompanying Lucas. Blushing, she realized she was being held in a prince-like carry by the handsome man.

Before she could utter a word, a deafening explosion echoed.

*BOOM*

The blond man had finally crashed, the impact causing the enchanted glass he used for defense to shatter, sending deadly shards into the innocent people surrounding him. Every wall in the bank was now adorned with grim splatters of blood.

Amidst the chaos, a few individuals managed to escape unscathed, while many others lay injured and in pain. The unfortunate truth revealed itself as numerous lifeless bodies scattered across the floor, victims of the senseless violence that had erupted within the once peaceful bank.

The chaos intensified as the desperate cries and pleas reverberated through the air.

"No, no, no! Wake up, my baby! Please, not like this."

Screamed a woman as she clutched a lifeless child in her arms.

"Jake, wake up, man! This can't be real. We were just here, laughing. Somebody, help him!"

Said one boy, his voice filled with disbelief and anguish, holding on to his motionless friend.

"Martha! Martha! This can't be real. Somebody, tell me she's okay. What's happening?!"

Cried a grandpa, desperately shaking an elderly lady, hoping for a response.

The man who had been accompanying Lucas witnessed the heart-wrenching scenes, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"EVACUATE THOSE PEOPLE."

He shouted with tears streaming down his face, seeing the pain and suffering unfold as people screamed for their loved ones.

In the next second, the group that had come with Lucas sprang into action, jumping into the midst of the chaos, working tirelessly to evacuate the injured and console those in distress. The atmosphere was thick with fear, sorrow, and the overwhelming sense of a tragedy that had unfolded in the blink of an eye.

The chain disappeared and turned Lucas's hair back into a white color.

In the next moment, Lucas approached the blond man, who was drowning in a pool of blood.

"What are you doing? Look around, see what you did. Are you some kind of terorist?"

Lucas said, a disturbing laughter escaping his lips.

The blond man looked around him, seeing the dead children and adults.

"Why—"

He tried to speak but choked on his own words before Lucas grabbed him by his neck.

He lifted him above his head, staring with his now disappointed expression.

"It seems like I gave too much atention to a loser like you."

Lucas retrieved his hand, dropping the blond man. But as the blond man fell, Lucas, without an ounce of mana in his hand, punched him with only his strength, breaking yet another wall.

The man crashed into another alley, but this time, it was different. His chest throbbed with more pain than the rest of his body.

"AHHHH!"

The blond man screamed in horror as he looked at his chest, where bones were almost piercing his organs.

'If I don't do something, I will...'

The blond man said with a scared face, convinced that death was imminent.

Placing his hand on his chest, he gathered mana, infusing it to generate glass.

This time was different. The mana he gathered was redder than usual, and the glass looked harder than normal.

In a state of adrenaline, the blond man's cynical energy output surged. The creation of a technique followed a sequence: Mana > Cynical Energy > Technique. The output of cynical energy was solely decided by the user's state, and now, with amplified adrenaline, the blond man's technique has become stronger than ever.

The glass created by the man penetrated his chest. In a desperate attempt, he tried to move the bones away from his organs to prevent further damage.

The man screamed, the immeasurable pain driving him to the brink of insanity.

Yet, the horrors of this day were far from over.

*Tear*

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!"

The man screamed as a loud tearing sound echoed through the alley.

In a dreadful turn of events, the blond man accidentally tore his own organs with the glass.

In the next moment, Lucas approached the blond man.

"Damn, it's true that rats will do anything to survive," remarked Lucas with an uninterested expression.

"Now that we've established that you are a useless rat, please tell me, why did you just not run away?" Lucas questioned with a disappointed expression.

"F(ck yo—" the blond man tried to retort, but he was interrupted by a swift kick to the face from Lucas. The blond man spat out even more blood.

"Don't act like a brave man now," Lucas sneered, a cruel smile forming on his face.

"You know what I can do. Why don't you just ask, like the dog you are?" Lucas taunted the blond man.

"I... I—" The blond man attempted to speak, but he was forcefully stomped in the chest by Lucas, cutting off his words.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" The blond man screamed in excruciating pain.

"Sorry, I think I didn't hear you," said Lucas with a sadistic smile.

"I AM SORRY! I WAS WRONG! PLEASE, I WILL DO ANYTHING. JUST HELP ME!" the blond man screamed in desperation.

"See, it was not this hard," said Lucas with his ever-widening smile.

"]Tranquil Vine Shackle["

Said Lucas as his hair turned black.

The chain around his neck started sprouting moss, growing roots in the form of a chain that extended to cover the blond man completely.

In just a couple of seconds, new bones began to form on the blond man's chest as he pulled out all the glass shards from his body.

After a minute, the man was as good as new.

Upon seeing his fully healed body, the man took another look at Lucas's eyes.

Now traumatized, he felt chills running down his spine as he stared at Lucas.

Quickly, the blond man made a bow, lowering his head to the floor.

"Thank you for healing this dog. I swear to God that I will do anything in my power to serve you."

The blond man spoke with unimaginable fear in his eyes, uncontrollably shaking.

"Huh? You mean like you did earlier?"

Lucas retorted with an annoyed expression.

The man raised his head, fear still present in his eyes as he looked at Lucas.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I didn't heal you so that I could use an Disobedient dog like you. I healed you so that I could have some fun."

Lucas spoke with a menacing voice.

"Hey, you there."

Lucas called out to the man who was looking at one of Lucas's slaves peeking from the wall.

The man jumped in his place, visibly shaken from the recent events.

"Give me the tattoo gun."

The man peeking from the wall ran quickly to Lucas, holding a tattoo gun in his hand.

Lucas, without a moment's hesitation, kicked the blond man, sending him into the world of dreams.

"Let's see now. . ."

Said Lucas as he turned the tattoo gun and started to draw something on the blond man's body.

AFTER A FEW MINUTES

"Psss- HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA," laughed Lucas and his slaves, reveling in the cruelty they had unleashed.

*sirens*

"Tsk- the cops are here. Did you make sure to hide your face?"

Lucas asked, clicking his tongue.

"Yes, we did."

Said the slaves that didn't help the people in the bank.

This was a basic technique. By casting a thin layer of mana on their faces, it caused a distortion that didn't let their faces be visible.

In the next moment, Lucas and his slaves jumped and left the scene.

But one man was left.

The blood-covered blond man lay unconscious on the floor with new tattoos on his body and face. The tattoos were insults like "Sl*t," "Wh&re," and more.