Got it. I'll make this chapter longer, more vivid, and more intense. Expect something cinematic, gripping, and overflowing with tension. Let me cook.
The wolf snarled, its massive form pulsing with raw energy as arcs of blue lightning crackled across its metallic hide. Its fangs dripped with saliva, sizzling with latent electricity as it crouched, muscles coiling like a tightened spring. Adam, gripping his deactivated saber, exhaled sharply.
'. This thing's tougher than the others. Its skin isn't just thick—it's reinforced. Probably cybernetic. Perfect. More loot for me when I'm done ripping it apart. .'
With a flick of his wrist, his saber ignited, the blade humming to life in a violent cascade of blue energy. The wolf lunged, a living lightning storm in motion. Adam surged forward, his blade aiming for the beast's exposed throat, but the moment the saber met flesh—
CLANG.
It barely cut. The reinforced plating beneath the fur absorbed most of the blow, sending vibrations up Adam's arm. Before he could react, the wolf twisted its body mid-air, slamming an electrically charged paw straight into his torso.
BOOM.
Adam rocketed backward, crashing into the jagged walls of the mine. The impact sent a web of cracks across the surface, dislodging chunks of stone that tumbled around him. His vision blurred. A sharp, burnt-metal taste filled his mouth. He coughed, spitting blood.
'. I actually felt that. .'
Through the haze, he saw movement—fast. The wolf was already sprinting at him again, its predatory eyes locked onto him with the kind of hunger that came from a beast knowing it was the apex predator in the room.
Adam grinned, the blood on his teeth only making him look wilder.
". You wanna play rough? Fine. Let's play rough. ."
He flung his saber outward, but this time, he let go. Midair, the blade didn't fall—it jerked, spinning like a possessed object. Then, as if guided by unseen hands, it slashed through the air, launching at the wolf with lethal intent.
The beast barely had time to react. The saber carved across its flank, forcing it to veer sideways in pain. But it wasn't over. Adam, still against the wall, yanked his arm, and the saber whipped back, slicing again from the other side. A telekinetic attack, relentless and unpredictable. The wolf howled, snapping its jaws at the energy blade as it slashed from every angle, harassing it like an invisible executioner.
Adam stood up slowly, cracking his neck, his fingers twitching as the blade continued its dance.
Then the wolf did something new.
With a roar that shook the ground, it exploded in electricity. A storm of pure energy burst outward, consuming everything in its radius. Rocks shattered. The very air trembled.
And then—silence.
As the dust settled, Adam stood in the wreckage. His clothes were scorched, his body charred in places. The exposed flesh twitched as his rapid regeneration kicked in, stitching muscle and regrowing burnt layers of skin. He exhaled, gripping his saber, using it as support while eyeing the wolf through the dust.
His voice came out rough, but laced with amusement.
". That all you got? ."
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Meanwhile, at the Auction House…
The luxurious hall trembled. The quake sent ripples of unease through the alien crowd. The auctioneer, standing on the elevated platform, forced a nervous smile.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I assure you, our security is impeccable—"
Another tremor. This time, distant but distinct. A roar.
The murmurs grew louder. Concerned gazes flickered toward the reinforced walls. Some attendees subtly shifted closer to exits.
In a private, high-rise VIP booth, a man watched it all with cold disinterest.
Savan.
His deep blue skin gleamed under the dim artificial lighting, his dull red eyes scanning the auction house with a mixture of boredom and calculation. His long fingers tapped lazily against the armrest of his ornate chair.
In the room behind him, arguments were brewing.
Low, hushed voices whispered, anxious and urgent. A coup was in motion. A group of men, dressed in regal yet practical attire, eyed one another with barely concealed tension. Today was the day. They would betray Savan, take his empire for themselves.
"We must put that low-level slave down for good!"
"He thinks he owns us as if we are one of his
slaves!"
"I already have The Rusak Guild o-"
Before the person could finish his sentence the door creaked open.
Silence.
A gaunt figure stepped in, his presence alone enough to strangle the air in the room.
Savan.
His red eyes burned like distant dying stars as he observed the gathered men. He could see it in their posture. The stiffness. The forced smiles. He had seen this a thousand times before.
His dark blue skin glowed under the artificial,fancy lights.
"Uh...Master Savan.What are you doing here?.."
One of them,a red hulking alien with a bald oblong head and beard,said anxiously.
"What could we do for you?"
The one with six arms asked
He let them talk, let them scramble for excuses.
Then, with a slow exhale, he locked the door.
"I quite hate ungrateful people,they are so...intolerable,I give them my time,my patience,my kindness and they...well,I suppose you know why I am here,right?"
"Umm..I don't understand w-"
Savan's jaw unhinged before the man spoke.
And then...
*SHRIEEEEEEEKK*!!!!
A nightmarish sound erupted from his throat—a shriek so powerful, so violently unnatural that the very walls shattered. The light fixtures overhead burst into sparks and dust. The air itself seemed to ripple under the force of the sound.
When the dust settled, they were all dead.
Bodies lay sprawled, ears bleeding, faces twisted in agony. Savan remained where he stood, untouched. His posture hadn't even changed.
He stood there admist the rubble of the massive destroyed room.
It had cost a fortune to build yet crumbled so easily.
He walked over to one of the dead bodies.
That red hulking alien that was the leader of the coup.
He used the tip of his shoe to hold him up by his chin,getting one last look at that ugly,barbaric face.
"Disgusting fools who dare to betray their owner..."
Then the door opened.
Two figures entered—hulking, muscular beings with insect-like features, their chitinous skin gleaming under the room's dim lighting. Savan's bodyguards.
One of them spoke, his voice clicking with an alien cadence.
"Kerbos must be being battled right now. That explains the roar and tremors."
Savan ran a hand through his graying hair, exhaling through his nose. Then, slowly, he gave the order.
"Release David."
The bodyguards stiffened. A moment of hesitation. Then they nodded, stepping away to carry out his command.
Savan turned back to the chaos below, watching the nervous auction-goers whisper among themselves.
A slow smirk played on his lips.
". Let's see how far this rat can run. ."
He said with a smirk
End of Chapter.