Distorted World: Rise Of The Black One - Volume 3 Chapter 106 16
A period of unexpected calm fell on the deformed monsters as a strange confusion began to wane on their very soul, their level has increased… they can sense it, ever creeping closer to them, like a snake slowly closing in on an unassuming prey
Like the predator that it is the slithering monster approaches not making even the slightest sound made, not one movement wasted as silent as the night and as swift as the wind
Finally the cultist felt something a tangible feeling of vacuum clutching on his heart or more precisely his lungs as for some reason the air around him were gone
Darkness clutched the fallen soldier as it left this world with the knowledge that his friends will soon to follow
“As: that’s one down”
Asher said with a focused look
With a gentle but decisive pull of his index finger more lives was snuffed out in an instant
Wind direction, his own heartbeat, muzzle velocity, aim, gravity gradient, time, target and most of all magic…all of these factors were taken into account and calculated with a single tungsten bullet even 4 lives could be taken at the same time
People would flinch at such a sight after all how can such a young man take the lives of people even more efficiently than some of the most notorious snipers in the world and with an insignificant-looking revolver no less, even though dying in Avalon wouldn’t necessarily mean real death but there was just something incredibly messed up about how nonchalantly and gently Asher was taking the lives of these people
The mastery he displayed was unmatched as if the inherent flaws of the weapon were nonexistent (author: he’s using the custom self-made smith and Wesson 629)
His mind was like that of a supercomputer taking every factor into consideration and devising solutions to the problem as quickly as possible in order to do the task it was meant to do (which in this case is killing as many cultist as possible in the most efficient and effective way) while not feeling even the slightest hint of hesitation or remorse
At this moment Asher’s apathy and general disregard for emotions is clearly shown in fact in this moment, just right here and now you can hardly consider him human
After all this is a man who devoted his life to the death of one person with an almost psychotic enthusiasm and nearly ripped the earth apart (both figuratively and literally) disregarding the well being of himself and everyone around him, the concept of a “conscience” is completely foreign to this being, if it wasn’t for the memory of his childhood friend and the kind nun that took him as her own he would have probably committed mass genocide on a daily basis just to prove a petty point, if true, absolute, undiluted evil could be personified then the mental state Asher was in back then is probably the closest anything will ever get to it
But something inside of him kept his humanity alive, was it his memory of the ones he loved? Or the fact that he was once a catholic? The unintentional/unwanted intervention of his “roommate”? Or the interference of some unseen force of existence? Whatever it is, ever since he came to this World it has been slowly growing stronger, subtly feeding on his soul, gorging itself on his misanthropy clawing it’s way into his stone cold heart, suddenly he could feel things such as annoyance, childish spite and embarrassment… that’s why a voice, an ever so faint whisper told him not to show this side of him to anyone despite his mind telling him he doesn’t care if someone were to discover his dark side
“As: but right now none of that matters…”
Asher whispered to himself as if trying to convince someone
“As: alright…that’s the last one in this area and I’ve only burned through 12% of my ammunition”
(As: let’s check on Eli…)
Before he could finish that thought a loud explosion could be heard a few thousand meters away
“As: well I guess she’s done on her side too…”
(As: I finished my side earlier than her that means I win the bet right?)
Asher thought completely oblivious to the “thing” that’s restarted it’s corrosion on his apathy after being forcibly suppressed just for this battle
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