Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power - Chapter 335

Chapter 335: Chapter 335: Wretched
Chapter 335 – Wretched

Ah…how tiring.

How bloody tiring.

Kaden couldn’t help but think all of that as he found himself back in the embrace of death, back in the bottomless space of darkness, drifting peacefully along nothingness.

His thoughts were running wild, unfettered. And they were all bitter and angry.

His mind was exhausted, drained after being used to manipulate a whole bloody city. His Will did not fare any better, barely holding together because of its uniqueness. But Kaden knew he had abused it.

‘Ah…I am tired.’ Kaden wearily thought again, finding the exhaustion following him even after death.

This truly was not what he expected from death. But he could understand why, as his fatigue was not physical. It was mental, it was emotional.

His mind was melting. And if one was able to look inside his head, one would wonder if he was mentally unstable or if he was truly mentally unstable.

And one would not be so wrong.

This mythic quest was driving him at the very edge of his consciousness, making Kaden sick of all that was happening.

Since the beginning of this quest Kaden had done nothing except planning. Nothing except acting like one of those bloody Cerveau he despised so much.

He planted spies and used the weaknesses of others to blackmail and put them under him.

Now, such a thing was not something he particularly cared about. Such a thing was something he accepted and deemed necessary, as only brute strength would not make you touch the heavens in today’s world.

But Kaden was tired. He was tired of using his mind over and over to find weaknesses. He was tired of manipulating the mind of those he cared for to succeed. And in the end, to find barely anything of importance.

And oh, ah yes…he was also extremely tired of sending boys and girls into the den of a voracious creature of lust just to kill that beast more easily.

Kaden never thought he would care this much for the misfortune of beings he didn’t know. But maybe it was because he was the reason for these misfortunes that all of this weighed down on him.

He was only 15. He never acted like one of his age, true, but even combined his two lives, Kaden didn’t grow in an environment where his acts were deemed normal.

So he was tired. He was truly tired.

And he had enough.

At that instant, in the embrace of death, where nothing existed, where nothingness penetrated all over his being, Kaden began to think of the words his father once told him.

The words he said to him before he went back to Fokay, that day when he met the golden voice again.

His father’s words had been clear and direct.

He was Kaden Warborn, and the Warborns were never known to be planners, never known to let others fight their own battles. Kaden, of course, thought of himself as an exception. And, indeed, he was.

But sometimes…sometimes this feeling couldn’t help but pulse inside his blood like a bloody poison.

This feeling that made all his family the monsters they were. This feeling that made them battle-hungry beings who never backed down from a challenge, who always sought the best opponent to fight and temper themselves.

Everyone thought of them as idiots because of that, and yet none would dare utter the words that they could win against a Warborn in a straight fight.

Because simply, they were the Heirs of War. War coursed in their heart in the same way blood did.

And Kaden was something more. Added to War, he was also the Heir of Death.

And he was tired. He was tired of planning.

He didn’t know what was that artifact that made him completely useless. Divine artifact or not, Kaden didn’t give a bloody fucking damn anymore.

This quest was draining him more than he expected, and his patience was exhausted.

“How many coins?” Kaden rasped, his voice holding the growl of a beast about to be unleashed.

[35000] Death answered.

[Additional points have been given for changing a mythic quest with your Will. It was a worthy deed.]

Kaden only heard the number of coins, then slowly,

“Give me his intelligence stat,” he ordered, “I need it for my domain. I am still lacking insight.”

[Understood.]

The effect was immediate.

[You obtained 300 intelligence stats.]

[At what point in time do you wish to return?] Death asked once more.

“The moment I stepped foot inside Silver City. And revive me, Death.”

[By your Will, Heir of Death.]

[Cost: 2000 death coins.]

Tick—!

Instantly, Kaden returned back to life and the world returned back to the past to the time where he first entered Silver City.

This time, he didn’t try to sneak inside the castle of Lord Silver with his spies to find the weakness of Lord Silver, who he now knew was that weird artifact.

No, this time he simply walked the streets of the city and stood at the middle of it, where there was a statue of some sort of winged beast, with Reditha in his right hand.

He raised slowly his head and looked at the sky above, his lips curled into a smile. A smile one did when suddenly freed of something annoying.

The folks around began to notice him.

“Ah, Kaden, are we finally tired of acting in a way we are not?” Reditha whispered as she appeared behind him once more, coiling her arms around his neck with a lunatic grin.

Her crimson hair fell over Kaden’s face.

Wordlessly, Kaden raised Reditha to the sky, then shifted his grip so that her tip pointed downward and plunged it into the ground.

Instantly, a thunderous earthquake struck the whole city as if the ground was moving and folding upon itself. Piercing wails echoed all around the city and choked the very air.

The guards became immediately alerted.

Kaden parted his lips, his face now veiled by his fire,

“I am Prometheus,” his words echoed through all the city like a divine voice descending from the Heavens, “I have come to attack this city, and I fear I would have no mercy for those deciding to stay inside in the following seconds.”

“Take this as my last mercy and quit this city.”

His words were accompanied with mind manipulation, causing most of the folks to run away from the city immediately.

Soon, Kaden was enveloped on all sides by enemies, with Lord Silver himself appearing in the sky, standing above with his silver rapier hung at his waist, looking at him like a god looking at a filthy mortal.

Kaden smirked. Heartbeat later, black and crimson light parted reality like crackling thunder, blotting out all the sky above Silver City, causing everything to be tainted in crimson and black.

Kaden’s crimson eyes became sword-shaped, and on his forehead, a swirling black ocean appeared with sinister effects.

Looking calmly at his enemies, with Reditha cackling behind him like a mad goddess, Kaden spoke,

“Let’s begin, bitches.”

That day, Kaden would do proud to his bloodline.

That day, Kaden Warborn would be a true Warborn.

And so…

Kaden went against a whole city by himself.

…

Meanwhile, in the Celestial Empire, in a bedroom belonging to a husband and wife…

“W-What are you doing?” Estelle breathed, wrath trembling through her voice as she looked at the drunk Knight Tib.

His face was flushed, his eyes half-lidded, his mouth curled into a cruel and lecherous smile, “You are my wife. A whorish wife, but one good at pleasuring men.” He growled, holding Estelle’s squirming arms with only one muscular arm, then raised the free one to take hold of her clothes.

Estelle’s eyes widened.

RIIIIPPPP—!

Knight Tib ripped her clothes. One time. Two times. Three times. At the fourth, nothing was left on Estelle’s pale, bruised body.

She wailed in absolute terror, struggling hard with all her meager strength to escape his grip, but nothing. Her struggle only made Knight Tib more excited for some disgusting reasons.

He threw her on the bed mercilessly, her head slamming against the backboard of the wooden bed with a dull bang. She cried. Knight Tib laughed.

Then he took off his clothes until he was completely naked. He slowly approached the bed, looking at Estelle’s naked body with hungry, deranged eyes.

“I know why all the men like you.” He grunted, “What a body worthy of a whore.”

Without waiting, he used his whole weight and pinned Estelle on the bed, making her choke on her own breath. She gritted her teeth and spat on his face with blazing anger.

He laughed loudly, licked the spit, then grabbed Estelle’s face, stretched open her mouth forcefully while she struggled desperately, and pushed his mouth over hers while at the same time trying to force his shaft into her private part.

None of that happened.

As if a switch had been flipped, Estelle’s eyes lost all their fear and became as cold as death itself. Black fire flickered inside her pupils, and soon…

“Ashes…” she muttered inside Knight Tib’s mouth, and then she spat all her black fire directly into his body, pouring it through his mouth like a curse of the abyss.

“ARGHHHHHHHHH!” Knight Tib’s scream was instantaneous and bestial. He immediately tried to stand up, tried to get away from Estelle. Yet Estelle held him tightly and burned herself in even stronger ebony fire alongside him, as if the two of them were a lovely couple burning for heresy together.

Knight Tib continued to scream, to thrash around wildly. He struck Estelle’s face again and again, making her whole face bloodied, but she only muttered Ashes over and over without loosening her grip.

Soon, Knight Tib’s throat melted down.

None could hear his voice.

So none could hear the pain he went through as everything inside him was devoured by black fire, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake.

The fire now came back to Estelle, shrouded her protectively, and gave her everything it had taken from Knight Tib.

Everything.

Everything except her innocence.

…

In another place, in the depths of the Royal Castle, inside a room filled with numerous beings both young and old, both men and women, a man around thirty years old was surrounded by all of them.

They were all naked, their bodies slick with white substance.

The man — Klaus Morningstar Asterion, tall with broad shoulders and the characteristic features of an Asterion, though his golden hue was far less radiant — was looking down at the kneeling woman in front of his shaft.

“Suck it.” He growled, sinful like a devil of lust, holding her blue hair harshly, forcing her to obey his orders.

The woman did not listen, her blue eyes filled with indignation at the thought of sucking this disgusting thing that had entered the holes of everyone here.

But Klaus’s patience was thin, and he didn’t like being disobeyed in front of his toys.

So with anger surging through his veins, he seized Neila — Solaris’s lover — and threw her against a nearby shelf with astonishing cruelty and strength, making her forehead slam mercilessly against the sharp corner of the table.

Her mouth opened in a wordless echo of agony, her forehead split open instantly, slick blood pouring down like a torrent, tears spilling from her eyes.

Klaus didn’t even spare her a glance. He cursed her as a defective toy and immediately told another woman to suck his shaft.

That one obeyed him obediently and even did his order lovingly.

Meanwhile, Neila was on the floor, crying. She touched her forehead, her fingers painted in crimson. She winced and cried even harder. She cried because of fear…because of what Solaris would do once he saw her face.

Because she knew that with her being a Wasted, this wound would leave a scar.

A deep and ugly scar.

One that would never disappear.

—End of Chapter 335—