Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

"So this is what spear intent feels like," I whispered aloud, glancing down to the dark light radiating out from Dragsonsbane like small serpents. A sharp demonic air could be felt as my eyes began to tear and burn all at the same time.

Spear, Darkness, and Lightning could all be felt as I smiled. At the same time, wind and blood were my focus at the moment. It's a miracle that my lightning was in a realm of its own after my training with Lilith. I never had the chance to use it much, but it seems it only took a few sessions for it to surpass a few months of training with BLood and Wind.

Glancing at the morning light, I made my way out of Hallr, looking for a poor soul to test my skills on. Due to my demonic bloodline, I learned things ten times faster killing than I would be meditating. In comparison, there were benefits to meditating; however, demons never really worried about such things.

Shotting of the pavement with enough force to shatter the ground, I shot through the forest of air—true intent cycling around my body, causing my speed to increase faster than a speeding bullet. My perception, however, could not keep up.

Slamming into a large ancient tree, I rubbed my nose as blood dripped from my nose. Tears could be seen as I raised my head high to stop the blood flow.

"Fuck that hurt...the hell kind of tree is this? How the hell do I increase my perception. I thought with my increased speed, I would be able to process shit faster. "

Rising up with a huff, I wiped my bloody nose. Glancing around to see if anyone saw the humiliating moment, I quickly left, not wanting to spend another moment here. Spending a few hours getting used to my speed, I grew a little bewildered. One thing I notice was that problem never happened again. Not matter how fast I became my mind, I would be able to perceive my area.

Realizing it was my adaptive body, I grinned before suddenly stabbed my foot deep into the grassy fields, causing a massive shockwave to blast out. With an ashen grimace, I sighed...I was lost...Damn it, why the hell was I born a retard.

"TRUCK-KUN HELP" I screamed as I could vaguely make out a discharge of childish laughter. Thinking it was imagination, I sighed, not seeing Hallr City in the distance. "Times like this, I wished I had Lilith's nose. Although I don't have a scent, that crazy woman can hunt me down somehow, claiming that I sent like lavender...She is crazy, though."

Kicking a pebble-like a child, I suddenly picked up on a distinctive scent. While my nose was not nearly as good as Lilith's, I was a demon. With bright eyes, I shot towards the east...West... In that direction with teary eyes. God, I swear my next meal with be this kind person. All hail your name!!!

"BOOOM!!!"

Dodging the massive blade light that passed my head, I gazed at the small battle in the distance. What looked like to be a meager party of people were currently fighting a horde of those undead zombie-like creatures. Taking a large whiff of the air, I frowned, remembering the scent I picked up on with my last pet that died...What was his name again?

But it was strange, these creatures appeared to be brain dead, yet their moves were based on someone that could fight. IT was like...That must be it; these zombies take on the skill of those that died or was killed, but how? Their blood was cold as Ice. How can they get around rigor mortis?

"Help us, Please. There are too many!!!" A powerful voice filled with frustration and anxiety roared as I looked at another rugged man with large muscles and strange similar tattoos covered his body as they glowed with a profound like. Not taking his tone to heart, I sent a quick glance at the other members.

Frowning at the lack of woman, I sighed in regret. It looks like I will have Yang Qi tonight. Shooting off the ground, my arm glimmered with true intent as I severed a zombie in half by the waist. Like cutting butter, I frowned, smelling the rotting flesh of these corpses.

Nevertheless, my body flashed like lightning as I moved around the battlefield, cutting down these zombies like grass. While they were strong, there were, after all, brain dead. I don't really understand how they work, but they were dumb, almost like a newborn.

Like newborns? Good god, I hope I'm not overthinking this. If they can learn or access memories from before death, then I will be in real shit.

Running my arm through one of their heads, I heard the leader of those men roar, "NO, it will bite you."

"Huh?"

Opening my eyes wide, I frowned as I felt something try to piece into my skin. Unfortunately, my Abyssal body was far more resilient than I gave it credit for. Then again, I did almost die to a tree today.

Ripping out the creature, I frowned at the centipede-like monster. Watching as its large body curl like a serpent around my arm. A contemptuous flash of light filled my eyes as It combusted into black flames. With a chilling light, true intent filled the area as my fingers shot over a hundred times, picking off everything I saw.

Moans of the undead filled the area before it went still. A look of horror was visible as I glanced at the party before me, "How do I get back to Hallr?"

"A child?" a short, muscular man muttered in bewilderment, "by thors hammer, who are you?"

"Holy Shit, it really is a boy. That was amazing; your father must be a fucking descendent of a god." Another yelled as he slapped my back to my annoyance, but without breaking my mask, I develop within Hallr as a playboy. I snickered, holding my head up high, getting into my Jojo position as I held my hair with my hands.

"I know, I Arsene is a man who will rise above all in my generation. HAHAHA," I bellowed with narcissistic laughter.

None of these people were really that strong, just around the early stages of Gates of Man. So they made good targets. Yang Qi wasn't really that bad; I just needed a woman to vent my access desire.

Coughing lightly, I got a little serious, "Now, can you tell me how to get back to Hallr?"

"Huh?... You know there is a trail, right. It's quite easy to spot." The larger warrior explained, pointing to the north as I looked around at the road in the distance. Pausing, I held my head. Not knowing how to process my retardation. I sighed; I definitely needed a guide. In my past life, I got lost on GPS... Who does that?

Puffing my lips, my eyes suddenly went cold as three heads flew high up into the air. A look of amusement still in their eyes as blood gushed from their headless bodies.

"Gentlemen, welcome to my club."