"What the fuck is this fatso talking about?" Lucian said out loud, his voice filled with nothing but emotionless animosity.
Upon hearing his words, the others went pale—almost as if they had heard something they were never meant to.
The giant man, on the other hand, gritted his teeth as blood seeped into his eyes in anger. Veins bulged over his forehead as he raised his massive arm all the way up, holding onto a gigantic metal club.
The fat on his body shook left and right as he suddenly vanished from his place. Shocked, Lucian darted his gaze from one direction to another.
All of a sudden, he felt as if the sky had grown duller. He widened his eyes in realization and jumped to the left with all of his might.
*Bang!*
As soon as his feet left the ground, a loud bang rang through his ears, deafening him for a moment.
Mid-air, he rolled his eyes to the right and saw a dark silhouette rising within the dusty cloud. Reaching the ground, he swiftly rolled and quickly darted his gaze towards the sound.
There it was, the giant man, standing hunched with his metal club dug into the floor. From the impact, the area around the collision had been completely crushed into dust, with huge cracks spiderwebbing across it all.
"What... Did you just call me?" The giant man's hoarse and heavy voice roared through the silence.
"Yeah? Well, I called you a big fatso." Lucian replied casually, staring at him with not an ounce of interest.
Hearing his response, others trembled. Their legs seemed to have given out as a couple of men slowly dropped their weapons and began sneaking as stealthily as they could.
On the other hand, the giant man had begun to growl like a beast. An angry beast, at that.
His face had gotten bright red, fists clenched tight as his other hand slowly wrapped its fingers around the club's handle.
Heaving, he once again vanished before his eyes.
Lucian's eyes darted left, then all the way to the right as he slowly stretched his right hand.
*Clang!*
A sharp metallic sound reverberated throughout the entire building as Lucian's lips curled into a wide grin.
"Too slow, Fatso." He taunted the giant man standing right next to him once again. The man stood there with his eyes widened and mouth agape.
'He... He stopped my attack with that small knife?' The giant man's eyes slightly trembled.
It wasn't something he had been expecting, not from a frail-looking young boy at that. The man gulped down as a strange feeling seemed to have taken hold of his mind.
His eyes rolled, and he caught a small glimpse. Eyes filled with gluttony that craved endless shedding of blood, and a wide grin that enjoyed battles more than anything else.
The man felt his chest constricting and his legs trembling. A feeling of baring fangs at a sleeping lion while mistaking it for a helpless mink. Primal fear, one could name it. Since his very body seemed to be whispering to his soul—alerting him of near death.
"I-I need to escape." He whispered to himself, his voice desperate and wavering.
In that exact moment, the others who looked forward to seeing the death of a young boy at the hands of their leader witnessed something strange.
Their leader, who killed hundreds without an ounce of hesitation, all of a sudden, abandoned his weapon and ran senselessly in the opposite direction. His footsteps were hurried and irregular.
While the young man standing behind suddenly disappeared.
*Squelch!*
Everyone who stood at a distance suddenly felt a wet liquid spraying down at them like a shallow downpour. Their eyes instinctively moved towards their leader, only to be shunned.
The view that they saw was nothing more than a nightmare. Their leader was still running mindlessly, not just metaphorically, but literally. The giant man that they proclaimed to be their leader ran headless, while a young man's silhouette could be seen mid-air just around his neck.
It was the same young man that they mocked so openly—Lucian. Lucian's hand was stretched towards the giant man's neck, his dagger painted crimson with blood.
Seeing this, everyone froze with fear, while some decided to flee in fear. One of them hesitantly looked at their hands, only to find trails of blood tracing down their skin.
It was then that he realized that they had all been bathed in the blood of their own leader.
"HE'S DEAD!?" One shrieked for the loss of their leader.
"BLOOD!" While the other freaked out upon witnessing such a scene.
With a single, decisive slash, Lucian had killed all of them. One physically, and the rest—mentally.
As the blood sprayed like a fountain from his severed neck, Lucian's body was covered in deep crimson. Though, he did not react to it at all.
The man's body and the severed head fell to the ground with a loud thud as everyone else rushed out through the same door they came from. Lucian, on the other hand? He simply landed on the ground and watched them leave. To him, even their fearful shrieks sounded no less than a melodious symphony.
As they left, Lucian turned his head towards the man's body. In an instant, his smile vanished, and the mockery within his eyes seemed to have been devoured.
He neither laughed nor mocked—but simply stared at the body.
Was it pity for killing a human?
Or was it a grievance for his own actions?
No one knew.
Lucian then joined his hands together and bowed his head slightly in respect.
"Neither do I hold any grudges against you, nor am I a psychopath who loves killing. Your own actions caused your demise. If you still blame me for your death, I ask for your forgiveness. May the death correct your mistakes and lead you towards light."