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Chapter 784: The Next Meal II
The two had come together, but they stood at a specific distance from each other.
Close enough to feel each other's presence, but far enough that they were never defined as being on the same side. And this small distance, louder than any shout, clearer than any declaration, revealed the truth of their relationship.
Just one look was enough for everyone to understand that these two didn't like each other at all, and it seemed they were moving in the same direction against each other's will.
But even this was a sign that they knew each other.
Daniel, without even fully raising his head, had sensed them.
The first man, with a calm and neat appearance, stepped forward. His light but precise armor moved without the slightest sound, and his cold, calculating eyes scanned not just Daniel, but the entire scene, as if he had already reviewed everything in his mind many times before arriving.
"I'm pleased to meet you, whoever you are. I am Serius."
A few steps away, the second man let out a rough, short laugh, a sound more like something breaking than laughter, and then stepped forward with audacity.
The weight of his steps made the ground react. His muscles rippled under his stretched skin, and his massive weapon on his shoulder looked like a natural extension of his body.
"Haha, I am Goram Bloodfang." His eyes gleamed, not from intelligence, but from pleasure.
"I came to crush your head."
A brief silence fell between them, but this silence was not calm. Rather, it was compressed and ready to break, like the moment just before a structure collapses, when everything is still for a second.
Goram took another step forward, his body ready to spring, but before his movement could complete, Serius's hand rose slightly. A small gesture, but enough to stop that amount of violence.
"Don't rush."
Goram frowned. His smile hadn't faded yet, but now a shadow of irritation appeared in it.
"Are you scared? And how dare you give me orders?" It was clear he was not at all happy about being stopped.
But nevertheless, he stopped and didn't go further. Even though he didn't like this bastard, because he was too much of a cunning bastard, he trusted his intelligence.
"I'm thinking." Serius didn't even look at him.
Serius now fixed his gaze directly on Daniel, not with hostility, but with precision, as if trying to examine his target.
"Before this idiot starts… I have a question."
A brief pause. His gaze slid around, where the faint traces of death still remained in the air.
"Those who came before us… are they all dead?" His question seemed foolish.
But he wanted to be sure of one thing: did this man kill everyone who attacked, or might he just break a few bones and let them go?
"If they get close… yes." Daniel answered with the same indifferent tone.
No further explanation was added. No second warning was given. Just a rule, simple, definitive, and without exception.
On his part, he was also evaluating this Serius, because he felt he was facing a cautious and intelligent genius.
More or less, it seemed he was seeing someone who performed all his actions and behavior without any pride, while he seemed like a severely arrogant man.
On the other hand, the other one, who looked like a wild berserker, was no threat. In fact, it was completely clear he was an idiot.
A few seconds of silence, but this silence wasn't that simple. A silence in which the minds of both sides were working.
Serius shifted his gaze between Daniel and the tree. His eyes narrowed further.
He sensed no mana from this man. Moreover, there were no visible barriers around.
And no sign of an active skill could be seen.
'A direct attack could be foolish.' The thought that formed in his mind was heavier than any other conclusion.
And that made it even more dangerous.
Serius slowly stepped aside, clearing the space in front, and without any hesitation, looked at Goram.
"Fine. Go ahead and do whatever you want."
This was not a suggestion, nor an order. It was a calculated choice. A victim who was eager to go himself.
He personally wasn't stupid enough to throw himself into a predator's mouth, and until he had enough information about his enemy, he wouldn't launch any attack either.
Before coming here, he had gathered as much information as possible about those who had come here and been killed by this blasphemer who had disobeyed the Divine Prophet's order.
A group of five people who were unknown, and he had never heard of them and had no idea how powerful they were.
That's why he couldn't rely on that to gain anything.
But the Iron Grave mercenary group was different. One of the largest mercenary groups on the continent. Although they weren't the strongest, they weren't something that could be defeated alone.
Unless the opponent was on the list of the Hundred Eternal Warriors, and he knew all of them, and this man was not one of them.
But this also had one meaning: the enemy before him could have power equal to an Eternal Warrior, but he didn't know the depth of this power.
Power at the level of the weakest Eternal Warriors? The mid-level ones? Or the strongest?
Goram laughed, this time louder and harsher, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"Finally."
He was not the kind of person who liked to talk. He preferred to run straight at his target and hunt them.
His body lowered, his muscles tensed, and in an instant, without any further warning, he moved.
The ground beneath his feet cracked, the air twisted around him, and his massive body, like a released projectile, shot straight toward Daniel.
There was no pause.
No hesitation.
Only one goal: destruction.
But Daniel didn't move. Not his hand, not his body, not even his gaze.
The distance closed.
Ten meters.
Five meters.
Three meters.
And at that moment, everything stopped.
A dry, short sound, something between breaking and tearing.
And then Goram's head… no longer existed.
His body, still in motion, took a few more steps forward, as if for a brief moment it hadn't yet realized what had happened, and then, heavy and lifeless, fell to the ground.
Blood and pieces fell to the ground, and his life force, something invisible but perceptible, separated from his body and was drawn toward the tree, like an invisible current that knew its destination.
The roots trembled, and the fruit glowed a little more and grew slightly larger.
Serius didn't move, but his eyes… had changed.
Not from death, not from violence, but from the speed, from the certainty, from the reality that there was no distance, no chance to react, no way to avoid.
"There's no distance…" A thought formed in his mind, and he frowned deeply.
"No time to defend…"
"Unavoidable." Was he shocked? Certainly, because Goram was not weak.
On the contrary, he could fight on equal terms with the weakest Eternal Warriors. He might not win, but he wouldn't lose either.
But to be killed so easily? The depth of this monster's power became even deeper and more incomprehensible to him than before.
With this situation, perhaps he himself could not do anything.
But that was no problem, because Goram's death was a good thing, and by doing this, this monster had practically wished for death.
Then a smile settled on his lips, not from satisfaction, and of course not from fear, but from a bitter understanding.
"…Interesting." His gaze returned to Daniel, and this time deeper.
"Do you know who you killed?"
"He was the only son of one of the top ten Eternal Warriors of the continent."