Chapter 56: A Calamity Blackrat
“Look! What is that?!”
The loud exclamation turned everyone’s attention in the same direction.
There, they saw a sea of Blackrat Men being pulled together by an unknown force. A closer look would reveal a small orb—a living mass, throbbing like a heartbeat—as it floated in the direction where the Blackrat Men were being dragged.
Squeak!
The Blackrat Men squeaked in agony as the chilling sound of bones cracking filled the air, their cries echoing.
Slowly, the black mass convulsed, continuing to consume the Blackrat Men, killing them in the process.
Vincent, on the far end, finally recognized the strange sensation he’d felt earlier.
“This feeling… could it be primal energy?” he wondered, recalling his own experiences absorbing primal energy. That familiarity tugged at his mind.
As the black mass grew larger, its shape began to change, alerting all the surviving parties.
“I don’t know what’s happening, but we must stop it from evolving any further!” someone in the group urged.
“I agree, but how? Can you even see how many Blackrat Men there are?” another responded.
“Maybe we can’t do anything—but they might be able to…”
The Vyrmin party leader, Alko, who had been on high alert, finally spoke, his gaze fixed on Caelius’ group.
Caelius, seemingly ignoring the gaze, frowned slightly, locking his attention on the evolving mass.
“Young Master, you recognize that energy, don’t you?”
Uncle Gold asked, his old face marked with a serious frown beneath his golden mask, eyes focused on the black mass in the distance.
“That’s a calamity aura…” Caelius muttered, recalling the warnings his father and clan elders had taught him. He understood the danger it posed to the world.
“Could this be the force behind the investigating team’s disappearance from the Novice Center?” he wondered, narrowing his eyes.
“What should we do, Young Master?”
Without hesitation, Caelius replied, “Try to stop it. Go with the siblings.”
“As you wish.”
Uncle Gold bowed respectfully to Caelius before approaching Fiona and Karl.
The two siblings immediately noticed his arrival.
“Uncle Gold!”
“Uncle, do you know what that is?!” Karl asked, hoping for an answer.
“I don’t know precisely, but it’s known as a Calamity.”
“Calamity?!” Karl exclaimed.
“Then it must be dangerous. What are the Young Master’s orders?” Fiona asked.
“We’re to attempt to stop it. But there’s no need to go all out. Just don’t cause unnecessary trouble for the Young Master.”
Uncle Gold’s tone was stern, and the siblings nodded with serious expressions.
“Yes.”
“I understand.”
Uncle Gold nodded, satisfied.
“All right then, just like our usual practice. Let’s take it down!”
At this, Karl immediately took his stance, letting out a loud growl as Fiona raised her short golden staff, which glowed with a golden light as she chanted, “Lion’s Boost!”
In an instant, a lion-shaped aura appeared above Uncle Gold’s and Karl’s heads, enveloping their bodies and boosting their physical attack and movement speed by 20% for 60 seconds.
“Thanks, Big Sis!” Karl said as his golden gauntlets gleamed with a yellow-gold aura.
Uncle Gold quickly sprang into action, summoning his golden whip, which extended three meters. It glowed momentarily before splitting into two identical whips.
Bam!
He cracked the whips, taking down dozens of Blackrat Men and Leaders, leaving a deep fissure across the chamber’s floor.
Karl followed, kicking off the ground to charge through the path Uncle Gold had cleared, roaring as he delivered a crushing punch. The impact created a powerful shockwave that obliterated the primals in front of him.
Boom!
Their casual attacks held such power that ordinary Tier 1 primals had no hope of resisting.
Fiona then raised her staff and unleashed a golden light beam, further clearing the path Uncle Gold and Karl had forged.
Whoosh!
Boom!
The trio continued their powerful assaults until they reached the black mass, now partially formed with a thick lower abdomen, still devouring Blackrat Men to complete its transformation.
“It’s visible now! Shoot it down!” Uncle Gold commanded, spreading his mental force to hold back the Blackrat Men from swarming Karl.
“Argh! Lion’s Smash!”
Karl didn’t hesitate to unleash one of his best skills. His arms bulged, veins and muscles swelling like a titan’s, as a lion’s head and roar appeared above his arm. He swung it down at the half-formed primal abdomen.
Boom!
A deafening sound filled the chamber, followed by a flash of golden light, a faint tremor, and a cloud of smoke that shrouded the creature’s form.
Without waiting for the smoke to clear, Karl quickly retreated. Just then, he heard his sister’s voice cutting through the air.
“Light Beam!”
A yellow beam flashed above him, striking the half-formed creature and causing another loud explosion, sending a more intense tremor through the chamber.
“They’re strong!” Vincent thought, watching the trio’s impressive skills from afar.
Members of different races were equally astonished, some left speechless.
“Are humans really that powerful?” one of the Birdmen party members asked, surprised.
“No, humans are generally weaker than us Birdmen, but there are exceptions. The Lionfang Clan is one of those exceptions,” the Birdmen party leader replied with a serious expression.
“Their clan has considerable influence in the Origin World,” he added.
“Did they get it?” one of the other origin warriors asked eagerly.
“Shut up! Don’t jinx it!” his companion scolded.
The trio—Uncle Gold, Karl, and Fiona—remained serious, on high alert. They hadn’t received a kill notification yet, so they knew the threat wasn’t over.
As the smoke finally began to clear, they saw the full extent of their attack’s impact. But what they saw next sent a shock through their hearts.
Roar!
A deep, resounding roar reverberated through the chamber, shaking the hearts of all present.
Emerging from the smoke was a towering figure—a gigantic Blackrat Man, standing three meters tall, with thick, quivering muscles formed from a black, pulsing mass.
Vincent looked up, his eyes wide.
Blackrat Man Tier 2 (5★) (Half-Primalized)
“Primalized? So it’s because of primal energy!” he thought, feeling a strange tugging sensation within his origin core.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head, and a cold, deep voice echoed repeatedly in his mind.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
“Ugh! Stop!” he shouted, clutching his head, which drew Caelius’s attention. Caelius approached with concern in his voice.
“Are you all right?”
Vincent raised a hand to stop Caelius from coming any closer.
In a slightly strained voice, he answered, “I—I’m fine, don’t worry. I just overused my origin energy.”
But the voice continued to echo relentlessly in his mind.
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