Awakening of the Weakest Slayer

The situation was officially catastrophic—no, it had galloped far past catastrophe.

With the man halting just before the gates, Sezel's puppet was safe. At least for the moment.

Not for long, though. Sezel wasn't naïve enough to believe in mercy from the universe.

Sezel was pinned to the ground by an unbearable invisible force that had descended upon the whole area and the source of it was most likely the man whose back was pierced by the ice shard.

But the mystery still remained, The ice shard had pierced through his back, but there is no blood. What in the hell is this guy.

Instead of blood and tearing of flesh, when the ice shard made it through the man's robe, it sounded like it had hit some metallic object.

For one reckless nanosecond, Sezel even entertained the idea the guy was wearing iron armor under those ridiculous flowing robes.

That would answer… well, not everything, but at least something. Then, once again, reality stomped gleefully on his logic.

The illusion shattered, and with it any scrap of comfort. The ice Sezel had been kissing suddenly felt deathly warm, because his worst fears, the kind one only acknowledges at three in the morning when sleep mocked them, were confirmed.

The truth revealed itself when the shard clattered uselessly onto the ground.

Beneath the robe, there was no glistering armor or anything, but slithering metallic chains. Where skin should have been, there were countless chains moving and taking forms constantly.

Sezel's stomach lurched. He… he's not human. There's no way we belong to the same species.

How could something made up of chains be human, but despite all else. He was a human, just like the rest of them, but not at the same time.

The man turned, calm as an ocean on a windless day. That infuriating smile still played on his lips. It was as if nothing had happened, the attack had not even flinched him.

Suddenly the invisible force increased beyond just pressure, it bit deep into the bones, making Sezel feel as if he was being crushed by several weights.

His vision blurred, black creeping in at the edges.

And now it was clear, clearer than his own desperate wish to not die pathetically on the ground.

He was worlds apart even if compared to the collective strength of all the people within the fog right now.

This force, he is strong enough to match that bastard dragon. Sezel gritted his teeth, the two faced Dragon was a Legendary Beast.

Why? How? Why was there such a chasm between two Rank-5s? Rank was supposed to mean something, right?

Wasn't there some measure of consistency? Apparently not.

Sezel wanted to lodge a formal complaint with whoever was in charge of balance in this cursed world.

Then Sezel remembered that the queen had called him a Lord. A lord of something... Does that have something to do with it.

"I had offered you such an offer," the man began, and his unbearably smooth voice snapped Sezel out of his spiraling questions. "But you decided to stab me in the back."

It was creepy! Really, he sounded angry but the smile was always there on his lips, like his face was not even real.

And considering the constituents of its body it wasn't a far off expectation.

The man inhaled theatrically, as if pretending to calm himself. "Not that you could hurt me. But you did damage my precious robe." His lips curved cruelly. "So what can you possibly offer as condolence, my dear?"

The lady couldn't even speak, the force was making it hard for her to even breath.

"Oh! Here, let me help," the man said suddenly, snapping his fingers. The pressure evaporated instantly, like it had never existed at all. "Now stand up, and answer me." he demanded.

Sezel nearly choked on the rush of oxygen, lungs sucking down greedy gulps. I have a chance now, i need to get out.

He slowly stood up, not making any noise. And stealthily tried to move through the cold fog.

I need to get to the gates before Vesta enters and warn her.

One step. Two. Maybe he could—

The thought hadn't even finished forming before a symphony of metallic clanks filled the air around him.

Sezel froze. He tried, really tried, to become a literal statue, but the effort was useless. A sudden steel coil snared his ankle. Chains yanked him backward.

In the blink of an eye, he was dangling upside down, legs bound tightly in writhing chains.

The man's eye's fell on him, Sezel could feel them burning into his very soul.

"I thought the roach wouldn't move." His voice was casual, lilting, almost amused. "I don't want to kill someone so young."

Sezel's eyes widened in dawning horror. So he really was talking about me back then.

He tried to open his mouth to speak, but the links beat him to it, the chain gripped around his neck with enough intensity to let him breath properly but not letting a single sound escape.

With the roach being silenced, the man once again moved his attention to the breathtaking beauty. She was frozen solid by her own ice, her eyes wide with the realization that had hit her.

"You haven't truly given me an answer," the man mused softly. His smile widened, no less beautiful, no less horrifying. "So I will punish your impudence."

The world bled scarlet in an instant. With a flick of his finger, a chain snapped taut around one of the queen's attendants. There was no struggle. One brutal squeeze, and the girl's head burst like rotten fruit.

The blood splattered around like water, the body fell into a disgusting pool of red on white ice, increasing with every second.

Sezel's eyes were wide, his pupils shrank to pin pricks, mind racing and stomach twisting ever so violently.

The screams of the other girl broke the silence that had fallen over them with the death.

I need to get Vesta away from here. Somehow. Think! Think, you useless idiot. THINK.

The man lifted his hand once more. "Now, for the final gift." his voice was eluded with pleasure.

The way his tone caressed the words, like this was a gracious ceremony, made Sezel's gut churn. He's sick. Sick beyond reason.

The man turned and slowly left towards the gate.

Around 10's of chains lashed down from the heavens like angry snakes and broke apart the already weak ice surface, plunging everything and anything into a deadly mess.

The chain binding him dissolved mid-air. Sezel plummeted down into the collapsing world, ice shards slashing, rocks jutting like jagged teeth.

He had already ordered his puppet to fight and fend off Vesta however it could, thankfully he was successful in taking her out of the vision of the man, before he lost consciousness.