Free Web NovelChapter 50: The Slaughter Begins
The moment the command was given, five Fate Points vanished.
Amon’s expression immediately changed.
This evolution was completely different from the previous ones.
The instant the Fate Points disappeared, an overwhelming force erupted from deep within his body.
His blood roared.
His bones trembled.
Every cell seemed to awaken simultaneously.
[Ding! Divine Physique is evolving.]
[Ding! Divine Physique has evolved into Supreme Divine Physique.]
BOOM!
Amon’s heartbeat exploded like thunder.
The surrounding air distorted. freewebnøvel.com
The rooftop beneath his feet cracked apart.
Not because he released power.
But because his mere existence had suddenly become heavier.
Stronger.
More complete.
His muscles tightened involuntarily.
His bones emitted a series of crisp crackling sounds.
Every organ in his body underwent a profound transformation.
His vision sharpened.
His hearing expanded.
Even the flow of mana throughout the world became clearer.
For several minutes, Amon remained motionless.
Allowing the changes to settle.
Allowing his body to adapt.
Eventually, the notifications appeared.
[Primordial Divine Physique]
[Effect 1: All attributes increased by 300%.]
[Effect 2: Greatly increases affinity toward all energies.]
[Effect 3: Grants extraordinary resistance against curses, poison, soul attacks, and bloodline suppression.]
[Effect 4: Greatly enhances comprehension.]
[Effect 5: Unlocks Primordial Vitality.]
Amon’s eyes immediately focused on the final line.
Primordial Vitality.
The description expanded.
[Primordial Vitality: Passive regeneration greatly increased. Lost limbs and damaged organs may regenerate near instantly.]
A faint smile appeared on his face.
This was no longer a physique.
It was practically a cheat.
And unlike skills or techniques, a physique enhanced everything.
His swordsmanship.
His talents.
His body.
His mana.
Everything.
Amon slowly clenched his fist.
The space around it distorted slightly.
A deep rumbling sound echoed through the air.
His expression immediately became strange.
Without using mana.
Without using a technique.
Without activating any skill.
His physical strength alone had nearly reached the level of an S-Rank hunter.
Absurd.
Completely absurd.
Then another notification appeared.
[Ding! Physique requirements met.]
[Would you like to continue upgrading Close Yet So Far?]
Amon laughed.
The system was practically reading his mind.
"Yes."
Two more Fate Points vanished.
Only seven remained.
The familiar sensation of evolution returned.
But unlike the physique upgrade, this change wasn’t physical.
It affected reality itself.
The space surrounding Amon suddenly twisted.
The clouds above him warped.
The sunlight bent unnaturally.
The world itself seemed unable to determine his exact location.
For a brief moment, Amon appeared both present and absent simultaneously.
Then the evolution completed.
[Ding!]
[Close Yet So Far has evolved.]
[Current Rank: God-grade.]
Amon’s breathing stopped.
God-Rank.
This was the first God-Rank ability he had ever possessed.
At the same time, Amon realized a terrifying truth.
Divine Rank wasn’t what he had initially thought it to be.
It wasn’t simply the rank above SSS-Rank.
It was something far greater.
Something entirely different.
’No wonder all three of them are individually so terrifying!’
Because of his Divine-Rank physique before, he could contend with beasts and hunters a rank above his own.
Now it had been taken a step further.
To Supreme Divine.
Amon was genuinely curious just how vast his strength had become.
He pushed the thought aside for now and shifted his attention toward the system screen.
The description unfolded before him almost immediately.
[Close Yet So Far (God-Rank)]
[Distance has lost much of its meaning to you.]
[You may instantly travel to any location within your perception.]
[You may ignore most spatial restrictions.]
[You may briefly exist between layers of space.]
Amon read through the description, his heart surging with excitement.
With joy.
He clenched his fist.
He now possessed enough strength.
For the first time in a long while, he felt truly relieved.
Standing atop the skyscraper, Amon stared toward the distant horizon.
The wind brushed against his hair.
His eyes remained calm.
Cold.
Interested.
The hunt had begun.
And for the first time since arriving in this world...
Amon felt genuinely curious about the enemies hiding in the shadows.
Bang!
A terrifying, chilling intent swept through the Cold Moon District instantly.
The butcher wanted blood.
The blood of the Demon Infant Organization.
With a single step, the world before him dissolved.
Space folded.
Amon vanished.
The next instant, he appeared within the presidential suite where the president of the Cold Moon District resided.
Upon sensing that pressure, the president’s attention snapped outward.
"The butcher is here!"
He subconsciously muttered.
He was the strongest person within the Cold Moon District.
There was only one person stronger than him.
And that was the butcher.
Without hesitation, he rushed outward, bursting forth with terrifying speed.
Moments later, he appeared before the figure clad in the black leather suit.
The eyes beneath the mask were calm.
Silent.
The butcher didn’t exude any aura.
Yet subconsciously, Dragonov felt a chill run down his spine.
It was as though the butcher could kill him at any moment.
Quietly.
Effortlessly.
Without giving him the slightest chance to react.
’He’s become stronger...’ Dragonov thought, his expression grim.
It had only been a few days.
Yet the butcher had become unimaginably stronger once again.
Glancing at him, a respectful expression appeared on Dragonov’s face.
The respect reserved for someone you knew stood far above you.
"What do you need me to do?" Dragonov asked Amon with a respectful smile.
Amon glanced at him.
A flicker of genuine curiosity surfaced in his eyes.
Then he smiled faintly.
"Give me the locations of all Demon Infant Organization branches. Especially their headquarters."
Hearing those words, Dragonov’s pupils shrank.
Not because of fear.
But because of realization.
His heart thumped heavily as he understood exactly what the butcher intended to do.
He could provide that information.
At least most of it.
The district had been occupied dealing with the B-Rank dungeon for weeks, leaving little time to handle the threats lurking beneath the surface.
However, the headquarters wasn’t located within the Cold Moon District.
Only six or seven branches operated here.
If that was the case...
How exactly was the butcher planning to deal with them?
Although he believed in the butcher’s strength, the entities standing behind the organization were not opponents anyone would willingly provoke.
He hesitated.
Briefly.
But only briefly.
The butcher was undoubtedly aware of that.
’And yet he’s still confident?’ Dragonov frowned slightly.
’In that case, I can only give him the information.’
With that thought, he finally nodded.
"Alright."
He waved his hand, and the next instant, the information appeared within his grasp.
Contained within it was everything the district had gathered regarding the organization.
Amon accepted the information calmly.
Several pages floated into his hand.
His eyes swept across them.
Branch One.
Branch Two.
Branch Three.
Branch Four.
Branch Five.
Branch Six.
Branch Seven.
A complete list of every known Demon Infant Organization facility within Cold Moon District.
Then his gaze landed on the final page.
The headquarters.
A faint smile appeared beneath the Butcher’s Mask.
"We discovered it two days ago."
Amon raised an eyebrow.
"And?"
A trace of helplessness appeared on Dragonov’s face.
"We couldn’t do anything."
Amon understood immediately.
An organization capable of operating for decades beneath the government’s nose wouldn’t be weak.
The information sheet continued.
His eyes slowly narrowed.
Three S-rank hunters.
One SS-rank hunter.
Over fifty A-rank elites.
Thousands of members.
A massive underground network stretching across several districts.
Even the government would hesitate before launching an assault.
