Ascension of the Dark Seraph-Chapter 239: Night Market Massacre

Meanwhile, in a humble apartment building.

A middle-aged woman with chestnut hair and pale yellow eyes stepped out of her apartment.

She locked the door behind her before combing her hair back and turning around to leave.

Once she reached outside, she looked up to the night sky and found the stars blinking at her. But as she was about to return the stars' greeting with a warm smile, she sneezed. Sniffling her nose, she sighed and headed for the nearest pharmacy, a block away.

"Hope this will help me get better quickly," the woman peeked at the plastic bag in her hand.

Inside was a flu medicine.

Feeling the chilling night air through her coat, she rubbed her arms and quickly headed back.

She doesn't seem like she was good at handling the cold or even the night itself.

Upon making a turn onto her street, she paused as her stomach growled.

"Should I stop by the night market?" the woman contemplated. "I'm feeling chicken soup, tonight,"

Deciding to make another quick stop, the woman turned around and headed for the night market.

As soon as she arrived at the night market, a frown crept to her face.

"Kyaah~!"

"Run! Run away!"

Countless screams could be heard echoing through the air—the voice to whom these screams belonged to seemed to be serious and raw. Something was happening inside, and with haste, fearing that it might be a small dungeon that was overlooked, the woman dropped the plastic bag and sprinted across the street, wanting to check what was happening.

…

Chaos ensued—people were running around in a desperate attempt to survive.

But what can their weak bodies do against Hybrids?

Only the luckiest ones were able to sneak away, while the Lincoln Gang butchered most.

Screams and cries pierced through the air, turning the joyous atmosphere of the night market to grim as corpses and blood littered the ground. Near the east entrance of the night market, six Hybrids were able to corner a group of helpless people.

A group consisting of at least thirty people, a mixture of the old, the young, and even families.

Looking at their whimpering faces, the Hybrids smacked their lips in delight.

Each of their eyes was glossed with an emerald sheen, one that made their gaze look magical.

For the cornered group, this emerald sheen was the power of a Hybrid, but in truth, it was mind control.

"It's time to pay for your sins."

"No more code to avoid killing you fuckers. Now, we're free to do anything we want,"

Hearing this, most of the people in the group lost hope.

However, a young man with fiery blood grabbed a butcher knife nearby and charged forward.

"Rargh! I'll at least kill one of you!"

Seeing his charge, the group's spirit lifted even if it's only for a little bit.

But that sensation didn't last long—as one Hybrid dashed at the young man, slapped the butcher knife away, and clasped his face with both hands. Realizing that he is completely helpless, the young man's blood runs cold.

Instinctively, he clutched his hand into a fist and swung at the Hybrid.

Expecting the punch to do at least something, the young man's eyes widened upon impact.

As expected, the punch did something contrary to what he wanted.

Once his fist connected, a sharp jolt of pain shot through him—it was like punching solid stone.

His hand shattered instantly.

Just then, the young man felt true despair, he was confronted with the pure gap between a normal person like him and an actual Hybrid. His face drains of all color—while the Hybrid's lips curl into an evil smile.

Showing no mercy, the Hybrid opened his mouth and breathed fire.

Drowned by the relentless fire, the young man screamed as his face and then his entire head melted.

Such a sight caused the people behind him to scream and squirm.

As the Hybrids prepared to massacre the group, now steeped in fear with terror etched across their faces, a sudden commotion drew their attention. All at once, they turned to the side, where another group of innocent people was screaming and sprinting for their lives.

Initially, the Hybrids ignored them.

Surely this group of running people was the prey of other comrades from the Lincoln Gang.

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Meddling with their hunt would be disrespectful, so it's best to ignore the running group.

But then, their attention was pulled once again.

"Fuck, who the fuck was that?!"

"Did the asylum break loose?! How in the world a guy like that was playing nice in a night market?"

"Shut up and run, you fool! Run if you want to live!"

As the group of innocent bystanders rushed past, several thugs followed close behind, but they weren't the pursuers. Instead, from the look on their faces, they were the ones being hunted—the realization that caught the group of Hybrids off guard.

One question popped into their minds, who are they running from?

Just then, the slowest thug at the very back exploded—his body turned into minced meat in an instant.

Not stopping at that, the next two thugs in front of him froze in their spots—their faces showed clearly that they wanted to keep running, but they couldn't. An invisible force has gripped them, stopping them dead in their tracks.

Then, a figure holding a knife in a reverse grip could be seen, sprinting along the street.

A perverted smile donned his blood-stained face.

Amidst the blood and gore, this person with glowing golden eyes seemed to be the happiest.

Moving swiftly like a slithering snake, this person sliced the neck of one thug and moved to the others, stabbing the stomach and opening it with lethal precision. Blood squirted onto his face—but it didn't seem to bother him, he didn't even attempt to close his eyes so as not to get blood in them.

Such a minute display of psychopathy spooked even the group of Hybrids.

In addition, what was scarier was that this person could move from a precise killing to a messy one.

He could change the way he kills depending on what he wants to do.

One of the thugs, the only surviving one, fell to his knees and looked down—only to see that his stomach was sliced open and his intestines spilled out. Menacingly, the person knelt down and grabbed the thug's hair roughly, "What's wrong? What's with—that face? I thought you liked this kind of thing, especially since you liked doing this to kids, why are you running?"

"Fuck… you…" The thug cursed, glaring at the person with rage.

But with his stomach spilled, he couldn't do anything.

"Oh, there it is. All this time, you had some guts after all," the person smiled devilishly before glancing down at the thug's spilled intestines. "Shame they weren't holding you together when it mattered. You should've shown them before I spilled them for you,"

Upon saying that, the knife shot and pierced the thug from below the chin.

Slowly, the person stood up.

Once he was on his feet, he ripped the thug's mouth open by twisting the knife.

Then, he kicked the thug right on his chest—more like a push than a kick as the thug toppled down.

Every single thing happened right in front of the group of Hybrids, who were stunned beyond measure.

For a second there, the wicked, psychopath stood—regulating his breath or perhaps reveling in the kill he had made. But either way, the group of Hybrids dared not to speak or even breathe. It was almost as if they were standing near a tiger that was feasting, afraid that they would be its next meal.

One hope echoed in their minds the same, a hope that this person wouldn't turn towards them.

But their hope remains hope as the person slowly turns and stares directly into them.

"A five-star Acolyte-rank Hybrid?" the person mumbled, his eyes flashing with excitement at the sight of a particular Hybrid who breathed fire earlier. Slowly, the person turned to face the group of Hybrids with a deranged smile on his face.

In the next second, it was another slaughter.

During the next minute, the sound of painful wails, cracking bones, and flesh tearing filled the air.

All of the cornered people watched as the person murdered the group of Hybrids like slaughtering pigs.

Just the sight of the Hybrid easily dispatching the young man earlier was enough to strike fear into them that wouldn't disappear for the rest of their lives. Now, that exact Hybrid was being slaughtered without being able to do anything.

He tried, he really tried defending himself, but his limbs were torn one by one until he was only a torso.

Once each one of them was dead, the person's gaze shifted to the cornered people.

For a moment, he looked at each one of them.

At that moment, all of them thought that this was it, their deaths were now staring them in the eyes.

However, the person lost interest as he turned away and left.

He left without saying a single word, only leaving behind fresh corpses with marks of his brutality.

Lucivar continued ahead.

He already got a lot of golden spheres, but most of them were early Acolyte rank, only a handful of them were golden spheres from a five-star Acolyte rank Hybrid. Even then, he surely has more than enough to finally break through to the Chrysalis rank.

Once he reached that rank, he would have a chance against Caldaros.

Due to the situation, he also obtained some bronze spheres here and there.

A moment earlier, he found that not instantly killing his target and letting them suffer first was beneficial.

It would increase the size of the bronze sphere by a bit, so he has been doing exactly that.

Now, he was moving through the empty street in search of other thugs that he could kill—but it was hard to find more, "Tch! I guess the others are also moving fast. Had I not needed them as an excuse, I'd rather come here alone."

As he thought of that, he shook his head lightly.

Moments later, near another exit, Lucivar found a couple of thugs who were cornering seven people.

He ripped their heads off and collected the golden and bronze spheres from them.

Seeing this, a man stepped forward, "Thank you for saving us, we're in your debt, young man."

Lucivar glanced over to them, remained silent, and turned his head to scan the surroundings.

'Hmm, I don't think there's more, this is it,'

Once he came to the realization that there were no more thugs that he could kill, he looked at the man again and smiled sinisterly. Lucivar played with the knife in his hand and approached the man, his own killing intent flaring vividly.

Showing no mercy, he lunged at the man, but a woman got in the way.

She reached out her hand and shouted, "Stop! We're civilians!"

Instead of stopping, Lucivar dashed faster and reached his hand to grab the woman.

But then, his eyes widened when a yellow flash appeared.