Gluttony.
The youngest of the Grizzly Bear siblings walked out of the elevator to confront the Prison Supervisor within the third circle of hell. Ixel and Ixa both bid her good luck, which she acknowledged with just a slight turn of her head. The strength in her side stare was enough to invoke confidence that she would win without a doubt.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Itori could hear the sound of monsters rushing towards her. “As expected from the circle’s name. Everyone seems to be quite hungry… to kill me,” Itori thought to herself as she transformed into her human persona and conjured out her weapons.
Power Fists.
After seeing several cultivators from the modern age wield such beastly monstrosities on their hands, Itori had demanded an upgrade for herself. And since she was the fox Kraft most often utilised, that sly devil had immediately agreed to increase her fighting capabilities and gladly did so for free. Her ancient gauntlets were handed over to Vulcan and redesigned in a way that they could not only withstand Itori’s strength but also amplified it further.
However, Kraft was not sure whether if it was the materials, the work Vulcan had done of them or a mix of the above had resulted in the modifications being far too potent.
During the testing phase alone, Itori had managed to decimate a twenty-floor building with just a single tap of her power fist. For once even Kraft had been at a loss for words, and they had to cut the testing short until Kraft would find something better to test it out.
Itori might have agreed as she always did for Kraft, but she too wanted more samples to test the full extent of her new toy and yearned for enemies strong enough so that she could use it to its fullest potential.
One might ask, what about the Demon Horde?
Kraft deduced that with her absolute new strength, the White Fox could have easily wiped out the entirety of them in a matter of seconds but she refused to do it. She would instead let other people annihilate the demons so that they could get stronger and possibly challenge her in the future even though it was just wishful thinking. (Though in reality, she was just too lazy to do it.)
With a swipe of her hand, she produced a shockwave that cleared the monsters so fast and from such a distance that she hadn’t even been able to clearly make out their appearances. Yet whoever or whatever was behind the monsters did not seem to care for this display of might.
Reinforcements were emerging from the burrows and coming towards her not caring for the fate of their predecessors. The appearance of the hallway had also changed into a field of barren wasteland littered with gnawed bones of whoever came before. (Possibly the monsters stationed here could have feasted on them so cleanly, only bones were left.)
“You guys are irritating, call your boss out now.” Itori sighed as she extended her palm and swiftly slammed it flat to the ground, causing a catastrophic collapse of the area in front of her.
The ground did not shake, but instead soil and sand burst out to the ground from the impact. Those four-legged monsters that had been attempting to emerge out of their burrows were instantly splattered into blood and crushed bones.
Soon, new monsters rushed out of the large cracks Itori had created, these ones even larger in size. “Isn’t this supposed to be gluttony? So why am I fighting more and more monster hordes? Is it appeasing my appetite for battle? If so, why not? Bring it on! Just make sure to send someone worthy!” Itori cried out her challenge.
She turned her left hand into a fist and threw a punch in the air. The shockwave impact was enough to turn the front few canine looking monsters into bloody smithereens, and the subsequent ones were filled with cuts.
“Great! You guys are not dead yet! Come and stay for a while to play with me!” Itori began to grin as she started walking towards them with excitement in her fists and anticipation in her heart.
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Above the circles of hell, there was another slaughter taking place.
Kraft had been toying with the unfortunate guards as if they were some child’s unwanted belongings. With the System’s cooperation, Kraft had successfully recreated a series of guns which he had stolen from his little stint on the Abyss Web.
While Hou Fei had given Jin old gun models, Kraft didn’t much care for the old stuff. Instead, he had filled his head with the latest blueprints, ones he was not willing to share with his master. (Perhaps if he’d asked veeery very nicely)
After all, he agreed with the System that Jin needed a power gradient in order to get stronger. Unlike the System assigned Bellators, he and his skulk were in no way bound by Jin’s cultivation levels, so if they were to solve all of their master’s problems, he might eventually get complacent and stop growing.
Perhaps Kraft would one day bestow the Vulcan with all the new blueprints once he got the hang of them. But right now, he was having the time of his life trying out all of his new toys. From shotguns to pistols and even top-secret, classified experimental weapons from the militaries of various countries that were not out in the market.
Oh, did he mention that the weapon maniacs in the Abyss Web also seemingly had too much time on hand, creating a ton of ‘what if’ blueprints?
Although no one on Earth should have the capability to create them, it didn’t hurt to share ideas. Who knows, perhaps it would inspire someone to create similar versions? It would be too crazy to think, someone might actually accomplish the ideas, mainly because if such weapons were made, most humans using them would most definitely die in the process of using them.
Guess what? Kraft had the System with him, and a speck of the System magic enabled those crazy sci-fi weapons to get created rather effortlessly. Of course, there was some external help to make it feasible.(scientifically speaking, correcting the maths and physics on those blueprints) But right now, Kraft feels that all the honour should go to him for even thinking about this.
As for the possible strain on his body, Kraft believed his body was durable enough after hundreds of years’ worth of cultivation. There was no way they could hurt him so much even if the weapon backfired.
The first weapon he had used to break open the prison front gates was the Thermite Blaster. An insect looking projectile, which was actually a grenade, flew out of the rifle’s barrel and it latched onto the gates before burning the thick metal door down and exploding afterwards.
What an entrance.
He got naughty and decided to use it on some of the incoming guards, who were ‘iron’-ically the same calibre as the Armoured Horned Knights that had suffered the brunt of the Orc’s Artillery. Given their large sizes, it was nigh impossible for Kraft to miss any of those big wonkers.
At first, the Knights were all ignorant of the projectile that had latched onto their suit of armour, thinking it was a botched attempt to kill them. But when the thermite started to activate, it was already too late as they felt the intense heat emitted through their so-called impenetrable suits of iron.
Soon enough, the grenade exploded, causing them to suffer internal bleeding due to the large gaping hole in their body left by the explosive impact.
“Have fun bleeding!” Kraft laughed at their misery as he clicked on a button which caused the thermite blaster to slowly turn into a large thermite charge. “A little Kraft special for you guys. Boy, I wonder if it will create a large enough explosion for Peppers to judge.” Kraft thought to himself as he leapt backwards after activating it on the Prison’s main entrance.
With a phone in one hand and a separate new weapon on the other, he began filming the process. “Ah damn! Those pesky Dragonlites sentries have come way too soon. I hope their fall won’t interrupt my explosion effect. Then again, maybe they could become my supporting actors.” Kraft grinned as he held another weapon up towards the sky, already in anticipation of the Dragonlites intervention.
