The Devil's Cage

[Deadman’s Gaze]!

[Fear Illusion]!

Following the thoughtless stare at Kieran, the black cap mantled players all fell into a whirlpool of death. Each of them felt like a giant hammer smashed through their chest, gushing mouthfuls of blood and plunging to the ground, absent of any signs of life.

All fell except one.

[Fear Illusion: Target’s Spirit has failed authentication, the target’s intuition has passed authentication. Target will receive an attack equal to the wearer’s Spirit attribute rank. Detected target has Talent "Stubborn Brain", prioritized talent, judging triggered, the target is freed from Lethal attack...]

The black casual dressed man gushed out a mouthful of blood but he didn’t fall and limp, instead, he turned and ran for his life.

The man ran even faster when the green light filled with life energy shone over him.

He was recovered to his prime form within an instant and didn’t forget to hurl out three more flying knives as he sprinted away.

Sou Sou Sou!

The flying knives flew out like bullets, aiming towards Kieran’s face and throat.

Kieran, however, didn’t even dodge as if he didn’t notice the flying knives were aimed towards him.

"Careful!" Blacksmith warned him out loud.

After their confrontation, Blacksmith knew how scary the flying knives could be.

At the very next moment, Blacksmith’s jaw dropped before she could even keep away her awe.

The three flying knives were caught by Kieran with his bare hands without missing a beat. He moved so fast that even Blacksmith couldn’t see how he did it.

Eventually, all she could see was Kieran thrashing the knives like paper, rolling them into pieces of junk metal and flung them aside.

"Pierce through space? It’s nothing but deceiving tricks to the eyes!" Kieran said calmly.

With his energy overflowing, the moment Kieran arrived the hostile Donaville Street, he didn’t even turned off his [Tracking] vision and with [Tracking] activated, most things before his sight would be revealed to him in extreme detail, including the knives that he trashed.

The knives were really able to distort light and deceive one’s eyes yet the hidden trajectory would not change.

Sou!

A pitch black negative energy chain appeared out of nowhere beside the casually dressed man and bound him on the spot.

[Spectre Grip, Shadow Chain]!

Despite how the man struggled, it was useless before Kieran’s absolute strength.

"I..."

The man spoke as Kieran approached him.

Whether was it threats or begging, unfortunately, Kieran had no intention to listen to what he said.

He raised his leg and stepped down on the man’s head.

SPLAT!

The man’s head burst open like a watermelon crushed by a truck, the white and red brain fluid became mushy and even stuck to Kieran’s boots.

Fortunately, when the body disintegrated into light particles, the mushy brain fluid vanished as well.

[Player Killed: Terry]

[Treated as self-defense through authentication]

[Categorized as an Honor Kill]

[Detected target has limit broken character model template!]

[You will receive 150% of the Points and Skill Points of the player...]

[Total: 30, 000 Points and 10 Skill Points]

[Received the player’s house key]

[Granted the right to use the player’s house]

[All the player’s belongings are returned to their house]

[Honor Kill: 84]

...

Together with the previous group of ten’s contribution, Kieran current points skyrocketed to 400,000 Points and Skill Points were at 115!

After mumbling "murdering, arsoning yet awarded with a golden belt" in his heart, Kieran’s attention was caught by the line [Detected target has limit broken character model template!].

He quickly went over the battlelog notifications and saw the man’s talent.

"Talents..."

Kieran muttered the term from his mouth but his heart had started to burn fiercely about the "Character Model Template Limit" missions.

Judging from the current information he gathered, once a player completed "Character Model Template Limit" missions, talents would be bestowed upon them and the player’s strength would go through a drastic change.

But when the reminder from Lawless rung in his head, he frowned.

Right after that thought, he quickly shook his head, discarding the useless thoughts out of his mind.

"What happened?"

"I’ll tell you on the way!"

Kieran asked Blacksmith as they were shuttling through Donaville Street.

Blacksmith frowned before the question though, seemingly wanting to say something else but when the words escaped her mouth, it became the answer Kieran was seeking.

...

"Plek! Plek!"

Coll was climbing out from the rubble of the ruined house, struggling to get up with his ash-covered face.

"Damn it! How was their strike so accurate! I..."

"Hanses! Hanses! You dumb cow, are you fine!?"

Coll was grunting frustratedly but when he saw the broken shield and a bloody Hanses beside him, the grunts turned into a surprised cry.

After the blastwave struck Coll, his head was still ringing hard yet he quickly staggered over to Hanses with wobbly steps.

"If I say I am fine, can I really be fine? You dumb cow! I’m really dead, you think you still can see me eh?"

Hanses caught the crying tone within Coll’s voice and just as Coll was about to cry a river before his chest, Hanses pointed at the tall building ahead.

More precisely, the turret at the top of the building.

"See that?"

"Yeah!" Coll nodded.

"I’ll go divert their attention, you think of a way to get rid of that turret!"

Hansas finished his words quickly and started to sprint towards one side.

Dak Dak Dak Dak Dak!

KABOOM! BOOM BOOM!

Gunshots and explosions sounded all together, trailing Hanses’s movements.

Coll stared blankly at Hanses’s figure disappearing through the complicated streets. After three to four seconds, he only came back to his senses of what he had just done.

Pak!

Coll slapped himself and quickly made his move.

"I can’t wait anymore! Hanses is risking..."

Pak!

Another slap from himself stopping the discouraging words escaping his mouth.

The movements of his hands became faster as well.

A small remote control car similar to a kid’s toy dashed out towards the turret at the tall building under Coll’s control.

Coll had entered his special trance mode when controlling the remote control car. It felt like he was controlling his own arms, not only did he easily avoid the usual enemies’ sight, it even dodging stray bullets and explosions shrapnels from other places with ease.

Soon enough, the remote control car reached below the tall building.

Ding!

Coll pressed the button on his remote control and the flame booster lighted up below the remote control car.

Right off the bat, the remote control car flew up high like a rocket.

"Yes!" Coll clenched his fist in excitement.

However, another voice sounded behind Coll at that moment.

"Hmph! Childish!"

The voice wasn’t high pitched but was enough to make Coll feel like he had fallen into an icy abyss, causing his body to shiver.

Coll clearly felt the presence of the person behind him was cold and humid like a snake climbed over his neck.

He instinctively reached out to the gun at his waist but before he could touch the handle, a long sword stabbed through his abdomen.

Puk!

Coll tilted down at the blood dripping long sword through his stomach.

KABOOM!

The roof of the tall building afar exploded brightly like a blooming flower.