Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power

Chapter 440: Chapter 440: Ashes and dust and smoke

Chapter 430 – Ashes and dust and smoke

Rea and Kaden watched the world of ashes. Smoke and dust were hissing, spitting, howling incessantly.

Their minds were dulled, shocked to the core, their faces as ashen as the surroundings.

Nothing existed around except that.

It felt wrong, as if they had been snatched away from the reality their perception was used to, to a whole new reality.

A reality where they had no awakened sense to live and navigate it. Just like a newborn baby learning for the first time the whole around.

The shock of the sudden location change was not yet over before something began to stir around them.

The ashes and dust rose skywards, shrieks and screams bellowing all over, rattling the very bones and hearts inside their chests.

The ashes began to coil and swirl, monsters emerging from them. Their bodies were misshapen, jaws and sharp long teeth like spears spiking out their mouths.

Their eyes felt like a storm of dust was brewing inside of them — mad, angry and deeply wretched.

It was bone-chilling.

"Rea!!" Kaden’s scream of distress barely managed to snap Rea out of her dazed state.

She sucked a deep, painful breath — only to regret it as the dust entered her body, then coughed as if she was about to die.

She turned her head towards Kaden, and felt like the world was collapsing.

Kaden was about to be cocooned, his transformation of True Soul Core just beginning.

Her ruby eyes met the crimson star-lit eyes of her fiancé, and she saw the fear and dread of leaving her alone in this strange place.

"I am sorry!" Kaden shouted, only his head remaining by this point, "Please, hold on! It will—!"

He didn’t even get to finish his words before the cocoon closed completely. Once the transfer began, it could no longer be stopped.

And Rea realized that she was now alone, with no Einar and even her fiancé, in a place where she truly sensed her breath of death pulling down her ankles.

The fear consuming the God-Touched at that point was one few would ever comprehend. It was so overwhelming, so primal, that if it was anyone else than Rea...

...they would have been frozen, broken before even anything happened.

But Rea was blessed by Fear and Sorrow and Pain. A goddess was within her. And no matter how many disadvantages there were in that, the advantages were undeniable.

So she stood in front of Kaden, her body enhanced more and more by her fear, her gaze locked onto the strange beasts approaching her.

"Sorrow bless me," Rea muttered, her blood pounding inside her ears, "This is where I will need your assistance, useless goddess."

Her voice was quivering. She expected a response from the Woeful One, but Rea received none.

In fact, strangely, the goddess seemed to retract deeper into her mind, as if wishing nothing to do with that ashes and dust-filled world.

That only increased her terror, but there was nothing she could do except fight and pray and hope that Kaden would conclude his transformation soon.

Instantly, Rea’s mind and attention returned to the current situation, seeing the monsters bolting towards her with vicious speed.

She clenched her jaw tight, taking her fighting stance,

"Sorrow’s breath." She cursed, then her body was shrouded in bursting, screaming and forlorn gray light.

...

"Ouah!! Who are you?" Loup screamed at the top of his lungs, looking at the young boy sitting in a withered chair in front of him.

His wolfish eyes were dazed, faintly remembering that he had indeed slept with a woman watching over him; not a man.

So who was this man smiling so disgustingly beautifully?

"You hurt my feelings, Loup." White spoke, his smile not wearing off, "I thought you were not one of those who trusted in appearance."

"This tone, this way of speaking..." Loup muttered, eyes widening slowly, "are you really...?"

"Of course, I am your savior." White said enthusiastically, "or do you prefer my woman appearance? Just say so, I have a blood vial of a virgin girl within me."

"Virgin what?" Loup asked, before shaking his head almost immediately, "No, I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me."

"Good choice. Answers are no benedictions."

"You look too young to say such a thing."

"Foolishness is believing that old people have the monopoly of wisdom." White grinned, his white eyes glowing strangely, "You become wise by living meaningful things and learning from them, not just by growing older and angrier and grumpier."

"What did you live, then?" Loup immediately became a bit rebellious, seeing White now as a sort of rival, "I have lived things too!"

"You didn’t learn much from them, I can see."

"You—!"

"Enough chit chat, Loup." White said, putting a finger atop his ever-smiling lips.

Loup had never seen White without a smile on his face. Not only him. No one had ever seen him without a smile.

No one. Well, no one still alive, that is.

"I have been given the task to recruit you." White continued, "Now it’s done. But I have promised to give you first your revenge. So I shall help you in the task. Still, I can’t waste too much time."

He shivered a little, "Harvester’s bloody smile on me, I wouldn’t wish The Seer on my back."

"Who is the Seer?"

"You will know her once we are back at the headquarters. However, just remember that there is nothing more foolish in this world than going against the Crimson Seer."

White’s smile became stiff, "Well, Harvester’s breath, can I add a talkative historian?"

"You confuse me." Loup grumbled, looking around his ragtag, worn-out home filled with nothing.

At that, his eyes widened instantly, remembering something. He immediately jerked up to his feet, taking up his clothes, wearing them in haste.

White looked at him weirdly, "So, you have an idea of our next step, Newbie?"

"Why newbie?"

"You still need a nickname. Only Seer and Harvester can give you that. So for now, I shall call you Newbie."

Loup only grunted, then, "My grandmother had told me she had commissioned a weapon for me. A weapon because I have awakened."

His voice shook a bit, but he clenched his jaw and continued,

"I want to retrieve it. It’s the last thing I have from her."

White nodded simply, not truly caring, "Where is that weapon, then?"

"In one of the workshops of The Second Queen, Daggy Fenrir."

—End of Chapter 430—