"Mhhm! Mhmm!"

"You annoying fly. You aren't getting away this time!"

Gripping this mouth even tighter than before, he raised him high from the ground while the man was flailing to get away from this cold grip.

Danzel brought the man high enough until the shadows from the man's leg slowly got ripped off.

This action looked similar to how you would uproot the weed from your garden.

The man's face took a turn for the worse with this face becoming blue.

Being in the process of suffocation. The moment the armored mercenary loosens this grip. He felt buoyant about this situation.

But soon this hope was crushed.

Letting this grip go, Danzel putting this whole strength in this fist. He showed a punch in the cloaked man's face with this steel glove.

The fist that had the strength of a normal adult man swinging a sludge hammer with this whole strength sent the young man flying towards the wall.

*Cracked!

"Gaaah!"

Hitting this head to the stone walls, the man falls like a broken puppet who had these strings cut off to the ground. Blood oozing out of both this mouth and head.

Groans of pain came out of the young man out of the pain he never had experience in this whole life before.

He tried to stand on this knees, only for him to fall again.

At the end of this miserably struggle he only managed to turn this body around and to look at the sky up high.

The sun was already setting down with the night circle to soon come.

The young man that was named Heratheas started to think twelve years back in time to the similar night that changed this life for the better.

He who had the name of Heratheas was once a nameless orphan living in those abandoned slums that had to scrap for food that even rats had avoided.

Like most kids in the slums, he was an unwanted child who was thrown away by this mother who was a prostitute working in the red district of this capital.

With neither of these parents, the young orphan had to fight for this life this whole life just to get some grumps of bread in this mouth to appease this hunger.

The kid who wasn't even at this seven years old was forced to kill another one in the same situation as him just for food.

Heratheas never regret this choice back then.

But he also never forgot.

With every day the kid that was supposed to play with a stick in this hand as if it were the most priced artifact out there started to get colder and more uncarrying of human life.

Not even this own.

That all though changed when he was at this ten years.

In a fight in the slums where he killed the ones that stole this food, a man appeared.

This man offers him a place to stay out of the cold days, a job to earn money, and the power to protect himself. At last, even a name that he can claim this own was given to him.

Of course, at first, he didn't believe that man that wanted to recruit him in 'that' organization.

But after he was beaten close to death the man's words never sounded more believable than then.

Although the things he had done would seem with the most disgust.

He didn't care.

Thats where life lead him after all, if there was someone to blame then it was this very life.

*Thuad!

Upon hearing the loud noise, Heratheas turned this dazed sight away from the sky towards in front of him.

There was a figure wearing dark clothes with green glowing eyes. Maybe it was the cause of the pain he received, but what he saw was a skull glaring directly at him.

He felt confused as to why he was seeing something like this. He thought he was hallucinating or something the like.

In the end, the only thing that made sense to him was...

"Death came to claim-" Without even letting Heratheas finish, a punch came to this head.

Turning this head into a destroyed pasta.

[You received 5500 XP]

"Hahahaha!" Danzel laughter was engulfed in poor madness.

Even though this enemy died, Danzel continue throwing punches at the lifeless body in front of him.

Each punch broke bones while turning the flesh one with the ground.

The amount of blood lust that was put into each punch was disgusting in Kerres view.

The previews calm mercenary who could predict every `shadow warp of this turned out of nowhere into a blood-lusting beast.

"There's is no doubt...this guy shows the ability of a berserker," Kerres said while thinking if he should leave or not.

If Danzel were to hear this he would even question the mental health of this old man. Of course, both of them would be mistaken.

The reason why Kerres thought Danzel was a berserker was because of this sudden come of power and what seemed like a loss of sanity.

Those things were the most characteristic points of a berserker. A heavy fighter with an incredible amount of vitality and insanely powerful.

What both didnt know though was that the undead gets quite aggressive when they are hit in their head, especially skeleton-type undead. After all, that was most of the undead weakness. Except for some of the special types of undead like the Vampires of Liches.

Both of those two have their own set of weaknesses like their heart or the Liches phylactery.

But for the usually out of the mill undead.

Once the head is gone you are out.

With the [Sin of Wrath] and Danzel eye socket being cut with almost this skull showing some cracks.

The usual anger that Danzel felt with just [Sin of Wrath] was nothing to the hatred he was feeling right now.

*Thad!

"Haah, I have even done it now..." Danzel said after regaining these senses.

Looking at this gloves metall being misshaped he could already feel the pain of this wallet.

`Tch, I sure made quite the mess with him. Following your instincts sure is dangerous...

Ignoring the blood splashed all over me, he turned around to see Kerres standing there with a conflicted look.

"So what will you do, run away?" Danzel said he a mocking tone.

"..." Kerres gridded these teeth in silence.

Turning this gaze towards the Veren in the ground Kerres didnt know what to do.

These instincts were telling me to run away, but this logic said otherwise.

He had several reasons not to run.

One of them was this curse that this mercenary had placed on him. Being one of the banned schools of magic there was little information about them. At first, he didnt think much of the curse as it seemed that it made him a little more tired. But after some time he started feeling this vitality going away!

What worried him the most was that this curse was a permanent one!

There have been many stories about how a curse that seemed nothing at the first, turned out to have a crippling effect on this victim or right of cause death! If that were such a curse he would be screwed for good!

If he didnt end this now this life would be in danger!

Killing the caster of the curse would be only this choice!

The other reason he hesitates is cause the current mercenary is unarmed!

Even if the mercenary is stronger physically by just a little bit. He was confident to win with this sword in hand. Leaving also meant abanding this current mission.

`Abanding the single clue of finding the runesmith would bring me more of a punishment! I have to do it!

"Dammit!" Removing this cloak Kerres dashed towards Danzel.

'I shouldn't have used all my mana...'

Feeling this every step get heavier and heavier, Kerres just realized how worse the curse got.'

"Oh? You are approaching me?" stretching my hand towards the running assassin, I cast my spell.

'[Mana Arms]!'

Two ethereal blue hands made of mana appeared behind Kerres unbeknownst.

One arm trapped the handle of Veren while the other gripped the blade.

Using a mental command, the arms flew towards the directions of my hand.

With the now exhausted Kerres through my curse, the Veren came into my hands.

With our three meters distance from each other, I guided mana through all of my body and used the skill [Dash] towards Kerres.

Kerres surprised by the blade of the mercenary coming to this hand tries to force whatever little mana he had left to use 'shadow warp'.

Alas, with limited mana it was too slow.

The Veren blade slashed towards the belly of Kerres.

Removing this upper body with this lower part, Danzel cut him in half.

With the two parts of Kerres on the ground and this blood painting the walls. He died with a look of unwillingness in him.

[You received 7500 XP]

"Nothing is useless if it's used the correct way." Giving a hive up to the floating mana arms, I quickly left the crime scene before someone was to investigate all the noise that we made.

And after 10 minutes that Danzel left the two body's in that abandoned path, a man with silver armor and a golden white cloak appeared, leading a group of soldiers with him.