Amon, The Legendary Overlord

"Are they still trying to create a vaccine to cure them?" Ariel asked.

Old Hazael looked at her and this time he didn't smile, he sighed: "They've already given up, for them, this type of research is not relevant, it doesn't make sense, the process takes time and the gains are small."

"..."

"You talked about how humans are special because they always help each other, but look at this." Ariel scoffed.

Old Hazael could not refute it.

This was also one of the principles of humans, if they make a profit, they get involved if they don't, they hardly move. Also, in this state, the bodies of animals that were turned into monsters had more benefit to humans as they were stronger and could be used to create new weapons and even study to create new drugs and perhaps create a stronger mutant, however, that they could control.

Of course, this Old Hazael did not say. He himself didn't like this system. But with his power, nothing could be done, he could have some strength and authority, but he wasn't strong; not high enough.

"Don't get caught up in it, life is like that. It's the survival of those who adapt." It was Amon who said, "I know it's sad, but regret won't change anything, if you want something like this never to happen again, be strong, strong enough that no one can go against you and then you can do whatever you want, even if you want to have all the scientists work on a cure for these mutated animals, it's possible."

Old Hazael floated and rubbed Amon's head. He smiled: "Student Amon is absolutely right, only with the strength you can do whatever you want. It's no use regretting as you don't have enough strength to change what has already been done. If you are still not conformed, stay strong, this is the advice I give you."

"We will!" Barbara, Maisa, Julia even Ariel were more motivated.

During training with Amon, they became friends with many animals on the mountain, somehow they started to get more attached to animals, and seeing the animals turned into monsters made them sad.

"Still want to hunt?" Old Hazael asked.

"Still need to ask?" Julia rolled her eyes adoringly: "Even though I feel sorry for them now that they've been turned into monsters and we can't reverse it, the best thing we can do is hypocritically kill them to at least think we were making their souls rest in peace. "

"Hypocritically, I liked it!" Ariel cocked a thumb at her.

After the heavy weather, they laughed a little.

It was true, they weren't vigilantes, they were just a bunch of hypocrites who were killing mutant animals that turned into monsters to get stronger. It's no use putting nice words into your actions just to feel better.

Old Hazael was a little shocked at their thinking, but then he smiled. He was enjoying these children more and more.

"I'm going to lure one of them here, who wants to be the first to fight?" Old Hazael asked.

He neither explained the fighting style, the monster's powers, nor if it was poisonous. He wanted to give them experience, if he keeps explaining everything steps by step, they won't learn, they'll just be puppets manipulated by him.

Despite being an unconventional metaphor, it wasn't much different from that.

"Let me go first," Amon said in a neutral tone.

"Very well, get ready." Old Hazael took aim at the strongest of monsters, he was a gorilla type with three horns and green skin and tusks of at least 10 cm.

Everyone was curious to know how Old Hazael would attract the monster, but then they saw the green gorilla come towards them obediently.

"Mind control?" Ariel muttered.

She was the most sensitive of the bunch when it came to mind power. She could feel a small fluctuation of mental power in the air.

"Yea." Old Hazael smiled at her.

He also admired her talent. Although rare, there were many at the university with psychic powers, however, not all were as sensitive to mental power as she was.

"Let's get a little farther away, if you're going to fight here, the other monsters will be drawn to the battle." Old Hazael said.

"Yea."

Soon they started to walk backward, distancing themselves about 2 kilometers from where they were initially.

After arriving in a wide lot, with only a few trees around, and the ground of grass, Old Hazael looked at Amon: "Are you ready?"

"Yea." Amon nodded.

Then Old Man Hazael released the green gorilla from mind control.

At first, the green gorilla was confused, if he's not mistaken, he was quietly enjoying some water from the lake, but then he showed up here. Looking around, he saw Amon and the rest.

His eyes suddenly turned red.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to warn you, mutated animals, hates humans with all their strength, as the Gray Race looks a lot like us, hahaha!" Old Hazael laughed aloud.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Ariel didn't believe him.

"I really forgot, believe me." Old Hazael said.

"Know." Ariel rolled her eyes.

Amon remained calm. "It doesn't matter, it wasn't like I wanted to talk to him or anything, if he's willing to fight then that's better."

*ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Pounding its chest like a drum, echoing throughout the forest along with a roar that if you didn't see it, you'd think it came from a ferocious dragon, the gorilla stomped the ground hard and soon jumped over twenty meters high.

In midair he bent over, belly down, right hand curled into a punch position, he looked like he was getting ready to go full force from the start.

Amon closed his eyes, then opened them. All around him, lightning started to crackle, this time, even his black hair stood on end and changed a little color to a more bluish color.

Ammon murmured, "Speak up, obey my command and do my will, lightning!"