Chapter 35

1st Person Pov:

"How about you stop now? Cousin." Calm down. Now is not the time. If I do something now, I won't be the only one to suffer the consequences. This is a different world. I can't be myself and not worry about others selfishly. To be myself I need strength. I don't have any right now. I can beat him right now, but that will only be disadvantageous for me in the long run. I will try to solve this peacefully. Peacefully as I can. Yes, that's it. Peacefully.

"Stop now, and no one will be hurt. She is my guest. I can't let you talk to her like that. So, stop now, and I will forget anything ever happened. Otherwise, it won't be good for anyone." He is somewhat wise so he will understand what I am saying right? Yeah, he must when I am talking this peacefully. Peacefully. But why does he look like he has seen a ghost? And what is this smell?

[Skill 'Bloodlust' is being used.]

What is this now?

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3rd person Pov:

Alas, contrary to his inner thoughts, he was anything but peaceful. Michael was unleashing his bloodlust in full strides the whole time. It was no joke for children present in the hall to feel this. It was not just any bloodlust either. It was the bloodlust he had accumulated throughout his previous life. Right now, Michael was like a reaper to these kids. A thing whose name and stories their parents use to scare them. It was so scary that some children wet their pants.

Sierra was also one of those children. Even though she had not fully wetted her pants. They were still slightly wet. Alice felt like screaming but no voice came out. In fact, that was the same case for all the children present there. Even though they were terrified, even though they had wetted themselves, and even though they wanted to scream, they could not do so. They could not move. They could not speak. They could not do anything. It was like they were frozen on the spot.

Steven was one of the children who had wet their pants. He could feel it, the liquid running down his legs. But even then, he did nothing. He could not do anything. After all, it was also the first time for him. Even though he didn't know how terrifying death was, he could now somewhat relate to that feeling. That was precisely why he did not move.

But the worse one there was Yven. He had not just wet his pants but also soiled them. But that did not matter. His mind was on the verge of breaking. But even then, he could not turn his eyes away from the boy in front of him who was still saying something, something he could not understand. How could he, when he was so terrified deep to the bone?

Sylvia was the only one in the hall who did not feel anything. For some reason she was fine. She was confused for a moment when she saw that someone had interrupted Yven. Who could do that? There was no one there who was capable of doing that. She became even more confused when she saw the person who had helped her. It was Michael. The birthday boy and the descendant of the Revstein family.

Why would he help her? Was there some motive? 'Isn't he related to Yven? Yes, that must be it. They must be making me let my guard down and further humiliate me. They are all the same. They are all rotten.' Such thoughts were currently going through her head right now.

But she was still confused. Why was everyone in the room looked like they were frozen? Why was it like that? And what is that weird smell? That was when she glanced down and saw Yven's soiled pants. She immediately felt something crawling on her whole body and immediately backed up from there.

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1st Person Pov:

[Skill 'bloodlust' is being used.]

What the hell is this? Did I have a skill like that? No, I did not. And besides, bloodlust is not a skill, it is something that you accumulate during your entire life. An entire life of killing. It's integrated into your soul. I, who have killed most of his life, had an intense bloodlust. I taught myself to control it though when it became inconvenient. But still, after some time, it became natural to me. Did it come with me? In this world. With my soul.

[Error]

[Error]

[Error]

[Skill level too high. Cannot be used.]

[Suppressing level]

[Skill: Bloodlust level 1

When used an enemy can be intimidated. Depending on the target's mental fortification, the skill might not work at all, or it might damage the target's mind.

No mana required]

Whoa!! This is a nice skill. good for striking fear and interrupting an enemy's charge. But I guess it is too late now to suppress its level. The damage is already done. Even if you suppress the level now, these kids already fear me. Some have even wet their pants. And this cousin of mine has even soiled his. Well, that is to be expected. My bloodlust was targeted toward him after all. But that is not the problem. Now that it is suppressed, they are waking up from their stupor. It will be hard to explain everything right now. And I can hear the adults are also moving toward this area.

They must have felt it for sure. After all, my bloodlust works on them more who have experienced fear of death before. These kids are only scared because they don't know what fear is. But the story is different for the grown-ups. They have already experienced death very closely. If they feel something this intense, when they are sensitive to it, I won't get away without an explanation. I can fool these kids, but I can't fool them.

"Cousin. Are you okay? What happened to you?" I asked Yven with a 'worried' face. I have to salvage this situation before they come. "Michael, what happened?" Just in time, I heard Noah's voice. Good. He is the first one to come. I turned my head in his direction and said with a 'fear stricken' face, "I don't know, grandfather. Something happened to cousin Yven."

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