NOVEL NEXT Chapter 343 Moral Compass
SWOOOOSH!
I dodged his fist by tilting my head slightly. It just brushed me, leaving only a millimeter gap between my skin and his knuckle. Handling an attack like this was too easy, almost as effortless as breathing, even with my Mind Power constrained.
As I sidestepped his initial attack, he quickly adjusted, tilting his body in response to my shifting stance. It was clear he sensed my incoming punch and instinctively moved.
However --
SWOOOOSH!
My fist shot forward like a speeding bullet, leaving a trail of blurred motion. My agility of 30 kicked in, turning my movement into a lightning-quick spectacle that bordered on the impossible to follow.
*BAM!
His head took a hit from my fist before he could fully process what was happening. But, being a kind person, I aimed to inflict the least amount of pain possible.
It felt like a point-blank cannon blast to his head, and in an instant, his skull crumbled as if made of fragile porcelain. His body, now headless, remained standing for a brief, moment, before finally collapsing to the ground.
*THUD!
His neck was now mangled, and blood started flowing out, as if a faucet had been turned on.
The sight of that pooling blood and the brutality of my actions sent a shiver down the spine of everyone who witnessed it.
I could almost hear them thinking, "Does this guy have a shotgun hidden in his fist or what?" It was like a scene straight out of movie. The plot twist? I was the antagonist, and in this narrative, there was no hero to balance the scales.
"Who's next?" I asked with a twisted smile, but the room fell into an awkward silence after my display of power. I must have looked like a monster in their eyes right now.
"No one?" I asked again while wiping the blood off my hands with my white handkerchief.
I could have used my Telekinesis to clean it off, but I decided to go full physical right now. It had been a long time since I fought using just my fists, after all.
"I'm giving you a chance. Step up, be brave, and take a shot. The one who attack me would be the only person spared. But don't even think about running; I can kill all of you with a simple flick of my fingers," I declared, aiming to provoke them into action.
Their faces showed doubt, and some looked like they wanted to run. But fear held them back, afraid they'd get taken down the moment they turned away from me.
The air felt thick with tension as they struggled with the risky choice of whether to fight or make a break for it.
"You're saying I won't get hurt if I take a swing at you?" a man stepped forward, visibly trembling. Fear was written all over him. The thought of death had a tight grip on his nerves.
"You heard right. Attack me, and you'll be spared," I affirmed.
"I need you to be true to your word. I've got a family, a son. I can't afford to die here," he pleaded, desperation tinging his words.
"Absolutely," I replied with a nod. "Now, come," I gestured to him, inviting him to attack.
"AHHHHHH!" he screamed in desperation as he charged forward, swinging his fist at me. He moved fast, but for me, it unfolded in slow motion, revealing the determination in his eyes to survive.
He must be a good father, making such a split-second decision. It was a risky move, considering none of them were sure if I'd keep my word. Despite my previous actions, he chose to trust me, taking the chance for the sake of his family.
"Be proud of yourself," I smiled at him, genuinely satisfied with his display of bravery.
I raised my fist and intercepted his mid-air swing with my palm, bringing his attack to a sudden stop
"So— So, I'm spared?" An anxious look painted across his face, his expression searching for confirmation.
"Yes... But they're not," a wicked smile crept across my lips. I did mention being a man of my word, and emphasize the words "Only" and "Spared"
He looked confused , but he didn't have to wait long to get his answer.
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
Countless explosions echoed as the heads of all the guards burst one by one. I could have done it simultaneously, but I choose for a deliberate delay each explosion, granting them a brief moment to witness their inevitable fate unfold.
Some of them cried, some ran, some just knew they were done for. Different reactions, but in the end, they all faced the same explosion before their time ran out.
Blood splattered across the entire room, transforming the pristine white walls into a chilling canvas. The once-expensive furniture now resembled a gory Halloween display, soaked in deep crimson.
"M-- Monster" Myeong Tia's husband stood before me, lips trembling with a mix of fear and anger. His eyes betrayed the confusion and pain he felt, silently asking the question that hung heavy in the air: Why am I doing all of this?
"Why?" he asked.
"Because they attacked me. This is all self-defense," I replied with a chuckle, my tone attempting to paint me as the victim in this twisted narrative.
His face drained of color after hearing my skewed response. It dawned on him that he wasn't just dealing with someone powerful but with someone whose moral compass was beyond logic.
"Self-defense?" he asked, a wry smile creeping onto his face, treating the notion as if it were the most absurd joke he'd ever heard.
"W— What do you want?" He stammered, fear etched across his face. The anger from being cheated on was now overshadowed by the looming fear of being kill by me.
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"That's it? You're just going to give up just like that?" I shook my head in disappointment. I thought he had some secret weapon or something, especially for someone who acquired a Moon Gem, but he seemed surprisingly normal.
He could only clenched his fists in frustration.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, his voice seething with resentment but he had to give up, "No need for unnecessary bloodshed "