Cheat Awakening

Three minutes of slow flight brought the fatty lumbering towards the platform. He stuffed his flying carpet back into its storage pouch and rushed towards the altar with his bouncing belly. Everyone was already gathered in front of the altar, frantically trying to close the portal... Well, actually, only Ben was working.

The rest stood behind him, making his work difficult with their useless suggestions.

"Ben, be quick! We can't waste any more energy!"

"Yeah, if you can't close it manually, why not try overloading it?"

"Are you an idiot? If this thing overloads and explodes, forget about punishment from the master! We'll be ash right now. Do you have any idea how much power this little thing is carrying?"

"Enough already! Stop your nonsense and let Ben concentrate! Until he finishes this task, instead of offering useless suggestions, you all better think about how to gather more sacrifices. I'm afraid we'll need a lot to recharge this damn thing again," No. 7 yelled, silencing everyone who buzzed around Ben's (No. 3) ears like annoying insects.

"This is going to be difficult. We already emptied an entire village to charge it once. By now, the people of Delga City might have gotten news of it. We won't have another chance to sacrifice another village like that one. So, where the hell are we going to get so many people for sacrifices again? If we start blindly kidnapping people, even an idiot will figure out something's wrong," Anya (No.

4) tried to speak calmly, but a hint of anxiety crept into her voice.

"Maybe we can buy slaves from the market? They aren't very expensive, right? I heard that the demon kingdom had declared war with other kingdoms, and the condition is quite dire, only this kingdom is still peaceful. If we all go to the big cities of those war-torn kingdoms, buying 300 to 500 slaves shouldn't be a problem."

"Most slaves are already in terrible conditions because of war, their lives no different from hell, so collecting some vengeful souls out of them might be easy too," Mr. Bugman (No. 5) spoke. His voice, cold and high-pitched mechanical, like it came from a rusty electrocution device, grated on everyone's ears. Everyone frowned in discomfort, none of them liked his voice.

Clearly, for them, only a silent Bugman is a good Bugman

"That is a g..."

"Ahem, excuse me, I didn't want to disturb you guys, but I think you should look at the portal entrance. Someone is coming in from there."

Hearing the fatty's voice, No. 7 and the others were annoyed at his interruption during this critical moment. However, his message was important. They disregarded him entirely and quickly turned their gazes to the portal, where a milky white, ghostly figure slowly floated out from the portal.

"Is that a soul?" Anya asked, confusedly with the raise of her eyebrow.

"I don't think so. Though it looks like one, it still has a significant amount of vitality in it, I can feel the aura of living from him. It must be some kind of 'skill' from this world. I still can't understand how that damned thing works. Even an illiterate guy who never studied magic or has any talent can easily cast weird spells that even a Tier One Wizard wouldn't be able to in his entire life.

The rules of this world are just too chaotic and messed up," The Bugman, who seemed like a man of few words, suddenly turned into a new person when the topic of skills arose. Hatred was evident in his voice.

While the six weirdos and the fatty debated Myne's strange state, Myne spotted them as well. His reaction, however, was completely different from theirs. Upon seeing them, especially the fatty standing behind them, Myne's mind went blank. Images of Rozwell's tragic death flashed before his eyes one after another.

Then next moment under everyone's surprise eyes, he exited his ghostly form and began panting heavily while slowly walking toward them, he gripped his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing fresh blood. Anyone witnessing his condition could tell something was terribly wrong.

No. 7, sensing danger, hurriedly grabbed Ben's neck and pulled him back. They were simply too close to Myne, and the first skill he'd displayed wasn't normal. If he suddenly attacked with another strange skill of his, they might not be able to fully block it.

Just as the seven weirdos and the fatty created a ten-meter distance between themselves, Myne, whose body trembled uncontrollably, let out a loud angry roar.

"You f*cking bastard! I'll tear you limb from limb!"

Myne roared at the fatty who was hiding behind No. 7. Under everyone's confused gaze, Myne didn't care about anything and instantly unleashed his most destructive skill, the Unique Magic: Lightning.

BOOM!!!

A crackling sphere of purple lightning engulfed Myne, a vortex of raw power. Within seconds, the force field pulsed with terrifying electrical energy. The very air sizzled around him, tendrils of purple thunderbolts lashing outward to the surrounding ground. Explosions rocked the platform floor, carving small craters with each crackle.

BOOM!!!

Like a god of thunder, Myne's entire body was shrouded in purple lightning from head to toe. Even his eyes blazed with blue energy like torches. He didn't care about anything else, charging towards the fatty like an enraged bull. The lightning around him intensified with every passing second, and uncontrollable high-voltage lightning bolts shot out in all directions like rain.

The fatty, who initially didn't take Myne seriously, thought he might be a mentally retarded intruder who couldn't grasp his own situation, after all, they are a total of 8 people while he was alone, what can he do to all of them?

However, upon knowing that Myne's target was no one else but him and seeing him rush forward like a god of death full of purple lightning which even a single bolt on his body is enough to send him to his late wife, the fatty was scared to the point of wetting his pants. He desperately hid behind No. 7, wishing he could burrow into his body for better protection.

While the seven weirdos didn't display fear as openly as the fatty, the way they looked at each other conveyed the understanding that if Myne's lightning energy blasted nearby, they would definitely pay a heavy price to save themselves, which no one wanted to see. After all, money doesn't grow on trees.

Therefore, No. 1 and 2 decisively stepped out of the line, positioning themselves between Myne and the companions. They began chanting an unknown incantation, and a four-meter-long, ten-meter-wide wall of black, transparent energy materialized between them and Myne, effectively dividing the entire platform into two sections.

However, the remaining five seemed less confident in the shield's strength. Three others – No. 3, 4, and 6 – suddenly took out magic scroll-like objects, tore them apart, and hurled them at the shield, which instantly absorbed those scrolls.

The shield, which appeared somewhat weak against the lightning-wreathed Myne, solidified further, giving the others a slight boost of confidence to witness the impending attack.

The only problem with their plan was that Myne needed to be in the mood to play cards according to common sense. Just as he was about to collide with the black shield like a mad bull, a two-meter-tall blue portal materialized in front of him under everyone's horrified gaze. Myne vanished into it and when he reappeared, he was already behind the fatty.

The remaining five weirdos attempted to dodge Myne's horrific magic outburst, but it was clearly too late. As he stepped out of the portal, he finally stopped holding back, which wasn't an easy task for him, the lightning surrounding him erupted outward with an incomprehensible force.

It was no different than a mini-explosion resembling a lesser version of a nuclear bomb, engulfing everyone in its wake.

BOOM!

The explosion, brimming with terrifying lightning, instantly flung everyone away. Although caught off guard, the seven weirdos still possessed defensive measures on their bodies that protected them from being blasted apart at the last moment. Even the fatty, thanks to his red bracelet, only suffered serious injuries, not life-threatening ones. Experience new stories on empire

The one who would have been heavily injured was surely Myne himself. Consumed by rage, his sole focus was revenge, leading him to neglect his ultimate defensive skills – Absolute Evasion and Unbeatable. As a result, the lightning coursed through his entire body, tearing at it.

Thankfully, he didn't use all his mana, only 50%, and, Ultra Regeneration instantly repaired any injuries as soon as they appeared. Otherwise, he might have been lying on the ground like a dead dog, waiting for his enemies to recover and f*ck him up.

As the dust cloud and high-voltage purple lightning dissipated, Myne, panting heavily while sitting on the ground, first reached for a few mana potion bottles and chugged them down quickly. He then activated his Night Vision skill to assess the damage inflicted upon his enemies. But most importantly, he wanted to find the fatty, hoping he hadn't died in this attack.

Otherwise, it would be too cheap for Rosewell, he wanted to give that fatty same treatment as he did to Rosewell.