Chapter 25 Spot where fog has lifted(2)

Translator: BaeBae Editor: BaeBae

Juans head was burning.

Hatred towards someone hed not even met, resentment towards something he hadnt done.

All the hatred and resentment in the world was fuming inside him. The thirst for blood encroached his body.

While a normal person wouldve gone mad, Juan didnt.

Rather, he enjoyed the madness.

Time to hunt, Taltere.

Like an owner instructing his hunting dog, Juan let madness sweep over him. Talteres blood flowed over Juans entire body, blazing in heat.

Juan slammed his foot on the Golems head whod tried stepping on him. Stone fragments flew wide as a crack started to appear on the Golems head.

Suddenly realising Juan was the its biggest threat, the Golem shook its body vigorously.

Turning its body 360 degrees, it managed to fling Juan off its body. After finding himself hurled into open air, Juan gathered himself and sped his way back towards the Golem.

Juan rooted Talteres dagger deeply into Golems head made of solid stone. Slow to retaliate, Juan used this time to stab the Golem in quick succession. With each stab, pieces of stone broke from its head.

A splintered stone cut Juan in the cheek as it flew away. The blood from the cut went up in flames and disappeared as smoke.

Again, the Golem attacked. The charge misses Juan and it runs past him.

Even when the Golem grabbed Juan and threw him into a wall, Juan persisted and simply bounced back ready to fight once more. Juan continuously charged again and again. The Golem felt as if it was fighting an undying, unrelenting wasp. It looked for a moment, the Golems limbs floundered in fear.

When swatted away, Juan simply charged back and caused damage. Then he was struck back. The cycle repeated in a constant pattern.

In a last desperate attempt, the Golem tried converging the Gray tower to limit the space Juan had to work with but in doing so, its own space was reduced as well.

Then later on, it devoted its energy in trying to crush Juan against the wall, but had no luck.

It was to the point where Huksel, who was looking on from the side, almost had sympathy for the Golem.

Good god, what is that.

..Is that a human, boss?

Huksel didnt know what to reply. Neither god nor human. If he had to say, a demon.

He then suddenly recalled, Juan was named as the demon of Tantil. Now, he was sure Juan was indeed the person behind the rumour.

What is that child trying to do?

Anya murmured from aside. Hearing her words, Huksel realised Juan wasnt simply attacking the Golem randomly. Fooled from the extravagant movements, Huksel only now understood that Juans attacks were concentrated on the Golems head.

As if it was all part of the greater plan, the movements focused on breaking deeper into the Golems body. The Golem knew this, but couldnt stop it from happening.

Maybe..a surgical operation?

Magicians were known to often do this. As the church pressed strict limitations on the use of magic, they had to find alternative ways to study magic. But of course, it wasnt the most optimal way to study.

Juan was doing an operation on the Golem.

He was making an incision at the tip of its head.

Suddenly, Juans eyes turned bright red. He had consumed the second lot of Talteres blood.

Juan turned Talteres mana into blood and had separated into ten lots. He had never consumed it willingly before, so he was surprised when a surge of power beyond his expectation flowed into his body.

His physical attributes improved double the amount when hed improved using his own mana.

One use lasts about three minutes huh

This level of enhancement would be useful in dire situations.

Juan once again concentrated his attack on the Golems head. Dodging a pair of hands that tried swatting him away, hed moved past the gaps, between the fingers and stabbed the dagger deep into his head.

As its head continued to break, beyond the bits of fragmented rocks, he could slowly see what hed been looking for.

A rune burning in blue.

As soon as he saw the rune, instinctively he wanted to make a grab for it.

But right at that moment, the Golems hand appeared over Juan. Having difficulty catching him, the Golem had made a third arm.

Amongst the sound of rocks clashing, Juan disappeared into the cloud of dust.

Huksel and his crew let out a gasp. But before they could even finish their gasp, they saw bits of rock crumbling down from the dust. It was the fragments of the Golems hand.

Inside the cloud of dust, Juan was pushing himself up. He looked down with an annoyed pair of eyes.

I was too emotional.

His head had gotten heated the moment hed located his objective. While Talteres blood stimulated his instinct to hunt, it also numbed his sense of logic.

But, by consuming Talteres blood for the second time, he was able to break Golems hand. Hed gotten one problem out of the way.

Well at least I got what I wanted.

Having its attack stifled, the Golem made another attempt at Juan. Both his arms rushed towards him from the sides.

Digging his way past the broken rocks, Juan placed his hand over the blue rune and poured his mana into it.

Halt.

Uh du dukk. Sound of two rocks scraping to a stop echoed. When the Golem halted, an eerie silence filled the tower. After being so raucous, the sudden silence was a little disturbing.

Juan again whispered.

Stand.

With a ponderous sound, the Golem followed his command. The tower that once looked as if it would collapse at any moment, also stopped moving.

Because the Golem wasnt recognising his mana, Juan needed to make contact with its nucleus.

Now that authority was established, there was no chance of it attacking him again.

The Golem functioned using the mana that flowed out from Grunvaldes relic.

Contaminated by Grunvaldes mana for so long, Juan had been concerned that Golem wouldnt recognise his mana.

But it immediately acknowledged that Juan was the emperor.

It appeared to be working fine, following his orders to a tee.

Just like in the past.

Juan was a little apologetic about making a large dent on the faithful Golems head.

O.Oi! You alright?

Huksels voice came from below. Juan grinned at hearing the voice.

Sweep out the intruders.

The Golem lifted its two arms and slammed it down on the surface.

He could see Huksel and his crew scream out as they were hurled up into the air.

Then the Golem moved its arms sweeping aside anything it found.

The floor was a mess but was instantly cleaned up, as everything on the floor was swept aside.

The only bit of space untouched was where Huksel and his crew were standing.

Huksels crew didnt breathe as they mindlessly stared at the Golem clean up the floor.

As it swung its arms around, gray blood was splattered and sprayed over the ground. Dead or alive, the fog monsters were being cleaned up.

I only need Golem to guard the tower. Dont need any help from insects.

Juan felt refreshed after seeing the fog creatures being swiftly slaughtered.

Most intruders were killed from the fog creatures upon entering, but those who immediately ran away got to keep their lives intact.

Huksels crew were the only group to be alive after encountering the Golem.

At this moment, they came about a realisation. It appeared Juan was controlling the Golem.

What on earth..

No one could have expected this. And yet, one person, Anya was staring at Juan with bright gleaming eyes.

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After sweeping the fog creatures aside, Juan used the Golem to make his way to the top floor.

Unlike the floors below, it was a room thickened in fog. Between the gaps on the walls and windows, fog was flowing out of the room.

In truth, this murky room was the source of the towers fog and also contained the Golems heart.

And in its center, laid the reason behind why the tower was covered in fog.

The fog enveloped his body, as Juan made his way through. His sight was blinded.

A wet moisture smell entered his nose.

Juan closed his eyes. His mind recalled the city that was once entirely covered in fog.

The enveloped city. Vines and moss had filled the city, contaminating it.

Assimilating with the fog, the humans found within were wandering like shadows and appeared ghost-like.

Gaunt looking legs, were dragging along a pair of shoes on the ground from a lack of strength. A sound of weak footsteps stumbled into his ears.

Across the plaza, an old man sat on a bench.

No strength to run away anymore.

..

Maybe I should have just fought back instead. I was planning to devour you when youd finally tire Rather it seems, I was trying to devour the sun.

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Youre a silent one, yet powerful.. Theres not many young folks like you left. Im liking you even more. But all this doesnt matter to you, right?

Handshakes dont exist so you can crush the other persons hand.. Young man, youre lucky my body doesnt have an entity. No one taught you any manners huh. But then again, arrogance is a charismatic part of being young.

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Ive heard about you. Apparently youre a god devourer. Who would have thought someone like that would be born as a human. If youd come around a bit earlier.never mind. I know I cant escape death. But I want to offer you a proposition.

I already lost our little hide and seek so I offer this. Do you think you have what it takes to be a noble great king?

Id been a foolish king. With this power, I thought I could become someone who would be able to protect more of my people if I sold every bit of wealth Id accumulated. But in the end, I was only left with this ruin.. You think it will be any different for you?

It seems like you believe everything you do and leave behind will be grand, perfect, forever. Why dont we make a bet about this? The loser will become the winners slave.

Juan didnt have a need for an elderly slave.

The old man giggled even as he was dragged away. Until hed been cremated to dust.

His laugh filled and echoed throughout the city. Once the fog lifted, the barren city was engulfed in flames like a dry log.

And the city that had been a demons playground for so long, the city that had taken in a idiot king, perished without a trace.

In an attempt to crush the ashes of his remains, Juan grabbed a handful of the dust.

Then, something softly wrapped around his hand.

Juan opened his eyes. The thick fog that filled his surroundings was slowly fading.

Left in his hand, was not ash hed grabbed, but instead a dark gray cloak.

He could feel the vast power inside the cloak just by clutching it. And also the evil that was inside it.

Juan for a moment hesitated. Did he have the right to use the cloak for himself?

Didnt he lose the bet with the old man?

His hesitation didnt last long.

Hes just a dead old man. I never accepted the bet in the first place. The one who lives on gets to decide whos the winner and loser of the bet.

How could he accept a bet with an idiot that had sold out his people to a demon.

And anyways, Juan still had chances to redeem himself.

I didnt lose. Grunvalde. My territory, myself..still lives on.

Juan murmured as he draped the cloak over his shoulders. The surrounding fog all rushed centrally towards Juan and swirled around him like a vortex.

I think its time the loser starts to serve like a slave.