Lucky Son in Law

Chapter 10: Arc 1 Part 1

After absorbing the dark energy, Lucas felt an unusual lightness in his body. Unaware of the potential consequences, he continued to harness this energy to further lighten his form, using it to enhance his techniques.

He had learned to lighten his body, allowing him to float effortlessly through the air and land silently on the roof of his wife's house. He knew what he would find inside, but he had to see it for himself.

As he peered through the skylight, his suspicions were confirmed. His wife was in bed with two men, both of them outer disciples of the White Swan sect. Lucas felt a surge of anger and disgust, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, emotionless void. He had absorbed the Drk energy before coming here, and he could feel his humanity fading away.

There was something peculiar happening to Lucas. He felt a slight twinge of pain in his heart, but it was instantly replaced by an overwhelming bloodlust. It seemed as though this was a consequence of his continuous use of dark energy.

"How could you do this to me?" Lucas whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.

Lucas spoke as if he were the woman's husband, but in reality, he was just a stranger inhabiting the body of a man who also happened to be named Lucas. This Lucas was from another world, and it was clear that the woman was not truly his wife. However, Lucas soon found himself being controlled by the dark energy within his body.

With a roar, Lucas slammed his fist into the roof, sending debris flying everywhere. He dropped down into the room, ready to face his wife and her lovers. The two men scrambled to their feet, drawing their swords, but Lucas was faster. He quickly released the Black Ice technique, creating a layer of black ice on the floor that froze their legs in place. The ice then burned through their flesh, leaving them screaming in agony.

"In the dance of opposites, cold becomes hot and hot becomes cold. The true nature of reality is not as it appears, but as we perceive it." 

Lucas spoke to himself, his words tinged with an unsettling tone that made him flinch. However, he quickly refocused his attention on his wife once more.

"Lucas! What are you doing here?" his wife cried out, her voice trembling with fear.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here with them?" Lucas spat back, his eyes blazing with anger.

"I...I thought you were dead. Didnt they...he said he killed you," his wife stammered, trying to come up with an explanation.

"Don't lie to me," Lucas growled, grabbing her by the head and pulling her close. "You betrayed me."

That's when Lucas did something that would have been impossible for a modern person like Lucas to do.

Before she could respond, Lucas released the Black Ice technique once more. This time, it froze her head completely, before burning through to her skull, leaving only charcoal fingers behind.

Just as Lucas was about to leave, he heard a commotion outside. It seemed that the outer disciples of the White Swan sect who were guarding the house had heard the noise and were coming inside. Lucas was surrounded, but he didn't care. He was consumed by the Dark energy, and he was ready to take on anyone who got in his way.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" one of the disciples demanded, drawing his sword.

"Shouldn't you know who I am? I'm the guy whose wife you fucked.," Lucas replied, his voice cold and emotionless.

"I just want revenge," Lucas continued.

"Revenge? For what?" the disciple asked, confused.

"For everything," Lucas said, before attacking.

He moved with lightning speed, dodging their swords and striking them down with ease. But there were too many of them, and Lucas knew he couldn't take them all on. He would have to use his full power, even if it meant sacrificing what was left of his humanity.

"You fools, do you not know who I am?" Lucas roared, his voice echoing through the room. "I will destroy you all!"

As he prepared to unleash the full force of the Dark energy, Lucas felt a strange sensation. It was as if something was trying to break free from within him. He couldn't explain it, but he knew that he had to let it out. With a final roar, Lucas released the Darkness, and the world around him was plunged into chaos.

Everyone in the house was instantly frozen and killed. It was a horrifying sight that left Lucas in shock. Little did he know, the ancient tomb he had discovered would lead him to something even more horrifying.

Shaken, Lucas made his way outside.

Lucas stood in front of his own house, sword in hand, as a group of White Swan disciples advanced towards him. He could see the hatred in their eyes, and he knew that they would stop at nothing to destroy him.

But Lucas was not afraid. He was insane, consumed by a burning rage that had been building inside him. He had once been a member of the White Swan cult as a horse cleaner, Lucas did everything for his wife, but she and the White Swan clan betrayed him. It's no wonder he was hurt when he saw his wife being used as a dumping ground for the White Swan sect's outer disciples.

While it's true that Lucas's wife and the White Swan clan had betrayed him, his decision to kill his wife seemed extreme. Moreover, there were still many disciples from the sect surrounding his wife's house, suggesting that a life-and-death battle was imminent.

Lucas had snapped. He had become consumed by a desire for revenge, and now, he was ready to face the final battle.

The first disciple charged at him, swinging a wicked-looking scythe. Lucas dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the blade. He countered with a swift strike, slicing through the disciple's armor and sending him crashing to the ground.

"You will all pay for what you did to my wife," Lucas growled, his voice filled with rage.

"Your wife asked to be fucked! We didn't force her" the man shouted as if scorning Lucas.

The next disciple attacked, wielding a pair of daggers. Lucas parried the first strike, then kicked the disciple in the chest, sending him sprawling backwards. He followed up with a powerful overhead strike, cleaving the disciple's helmet in two.

"I will make you all suffer," Lucas shouted, his voice echoing through the night.

The disciples attacked in waves, but Lucas was more than a match for them.

Lucas picked up a sword that had fallen from the White Swan student he had faced just now.

He fought with a fierce determination, his sword moving in a blur as he struck down one enemy after another. He could hear the screams of the dying all around him, and he reveled in the carnage.

As the last of the disciples fell, Lucas stood panting and covered in blood. He looked around at the carnage he had wrought and felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He had avenged his wife's death, and he had destroyed the cult that had taken her from him.

Exhausted, Lucas climbed on top of the pile of corpses, his sword still clutched in his hand. He looked out at the horizon, his chest heaving with each breath. He knew that his work was not done, that there were still more White Swan disciples out there who needed to be punished.

But for now, he could take a moment to savor his victory. He closed his eyes and let out a long, slow breath, feeling the weight of his anger and his grief finally beginning to lift.

Lucas sat among the piles of corpses, his mind reeling from the carnage he had wrought. He could still feel the killing intent inside him, like a dark storm cloud that refused to dissipate.

He looked down at his hands, covered in blood and gore, and felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He retched, vomiting onto the ground in front of him.

When the spasms finally subsided, Lucas wiped his mouth and looked around at the carnage. He could hear the sound of his own ragged breathing, and he felt a deep sense of shame and horror.

"What have I done?" he whispered to himself, his voice filled with despair.

He knew that he had become consumed by his desire for revenge, that he had let the darkness inside him take control. He had become a monster, just like the White Swan cult that he had sought to destroy.

Lucas climbed to his feet, his legs shaking with exhaustion. He stumbled back to his house, his mind reeling from the horror of what he had done.

Lucas then walked to the ground and lay there and looked up at the sky., Lucas felt a deep sense of regret. He knew that he could never undo the atrocities he had committed, that he would have to live with the guilt and shame for the rest of his life.

But he also knew that he couldn't let the darkness inside him consume him completely. He had to find a way to control it, to keep it at bay.

"Did the killing intent come from the dark energy I absorbed earlier?" Lucas asked the system, and a hologram appeared before his eyes.

The hologram displayed a message that stunned Lucas:

[Using dark energy too often when the host's cultivation level is still low will result in a side effect where the host loses control and is temporarily controlled by the dark energy. It is recommended that the host increases their cultivation level first.]

Lucas had qi equivalent to 1000 years of cultivation, but his cultivation level was not high enough yet. He clasped his hands together, realizing that he had a new goal to work towards.