2026-07-29 18:36:54Bruce reached out and grabbed the freezing blue chain with his bare left hand. The terrible cold tried to freeze his blood, but the Void Brand flared. Bruce devoured the ice magic in a split second. He pulled hard on the chain.
The guard was pulled forward, totally off balance. Bruce spun around and drove the hilt of his smoke-blade directly into the guard's iron helmet.
The iron helmet shattered like cheap glass. Bruce placed his open hand on the guard's face. “Devour.” The guard turned to gray ash, his life essence rushing into Bruce, making Bruce even faster.
The second guard swung the wind axe down.
Bruce ducked. He moved so fast that the wind blade only cut the empty air. Bruce stepped inside the guard's reach. He didn't even use his sword. He drove his bare fist directly into the center of the guard's heavy iron chest plate.
CRUNCH.
Bruce's fist punched completely through the thick iron armor. The guard gasped. Bruce activated the Devour skill through his fist. The wind magic and life essence flowed up Bruce's arm. The guard crumbled into dust, falling away from Bruce's arm in a pile of rust and gray powder.
Two down. Three down.
Bruce felt another wave of muscle-tearing growth. His reaction time spiked again. The world slowed down even more. He felt a wild, powerful joy bubbling in his chest. He was finally fighting back. After nineteen years of being a victim, he was the monster in the dark.
The third guard tried to stop his earth-sword attack and back away. He was terrified.
"No, no, no!" the guard screamed, turning to run.
Bruce did not let him go. He threw the Blade of Lost Tears. The sword of dark smoke flew through the air and hit the guard right in the back. But it did not cut him like a normal sword. The smoke-blade melted into the guard's armor, turning into a shadow-anchor that pinned the man to the floor.
Bruce walked up behind the screaming guard. He placed his hand on the man's shoulder.
"Thank you for the meal," Bruce whispered. “Devour.”
The guard turned to ash, leaving only the dark smoke-blade behind. Bruce reached down and grabbed the hilt of his sword.
Eight guards left.
They did not want to fight anymore. The Dungeon Guards were used to killing chained, helpless people. They were bullies. And bullies always break when they meet someone stronger.
"Run!" one of the guards yelled, dropping his flaming sword. "He is a demon! Run!"
The guards broke formation. They turned and ran in different directions, trying to escape into the dark shadows of the cavern.
"None of you get to leave," Bruce said coldly.
He was a blur of motion. His Void-Forged Body pushed him to speeds that a normal human could not track. He dashed across the wet stone.
He caught a guard trying to climb the rusty ladder to the catwalk. Bruce grabbed the man's ankle. “Devour.” Ash fell like rain.
He caught two guards trying to hide behind a row of glass vats. Bruce slashed his smoke-blade through the air. The blade released a wave of dark energy that passed harmlessly through the glass vats, but hit the guards perfectly. The dark energy wrapped around them like chains, pulling them toward Bruce. He touched their armor. “Devour.” More ash on the floor.
He felt his bones hardening. He felt his lungs expanding. Every breath he took smelled less like blood and more like pure, clean power. The magic of the Iron-Heart Clan was becoming his own.
In less than three minutes, eleven elite Dungeon Guards had been reduced to piles of gray dust.
Only the Captain remained.
The giant man was backing away slowly. His green lightning hammer was shaking in his hands. He looked around the cavern. His invincible team of killers was gone. There was no blood. There were no bodies. Just small piles of rust and ash blowing in the cold wind.
Bruce slowly walked toward the Captain. His entire body was humming with stolen energy. Small sparks of silver, green, and red magic danced across his skin, unable to be completely contained by his rapidly growing mana core.
"Stay back!" the Captain screamed. He raised his massive hammer with both hands. He pushed the button on the handle, trying to draw as much power as possible from the vats. The green lightning roared, growing twice as bright. "I will crush you! I will turn you into paste!"
The Captain swung the giant hammer down with everything he had. It was a perfect, deadly strike. It would have smashed a normal man into pieces.
Bruce did not dodge. He did not catch it.
He just punched it.
Bruce pulled his right fist back, and punched directly up into the massive steel head of the falling war hammer.
KLANG!
The sound was deafening. A shockwave rippled out from the impact, blowing the red fog away in a massive circle.
The Captain’s eyes widened in absolute shock.
Bruce’s bare fist did not break. His skin did not even bruise. The Void-Forged Body was too strong. Instead, the massive steel war hammer stopped completely in mid-air.
Then, a web of deep cracks appeared on the solid steel.
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Hestia looked up at Bruce. Her face was covered in blood and wet dirt. Her eyes, which used to look at him with such cold, cruel arrogance, were now filled with absolute, pure terror. She opened her mouth, but she was too weak to speak. She just whimpered, raising a trembling, bleeding hand to protect her face. She expected Bruce to summon his dark sword and cut her head off. Bruce looked down at the Matriarch of the Iron-Heart Clan. He looked at the woman who had locked his mother in a cage, who had branded his shoulder, and who had ordered him to be treated like garbage for nineteen years. He could easily kill her right now. It would take one second. But Bruce did not raise his hand. He realized that killing her here, in the rubble, was too easy. She was already defeated. Her gate was destroyed. Her secret battery farm was exposed to the church. Her elite army was dead. Hestia was going to have to explain this massive failure to the rest of the noble clans and the angry Inquisi
Chapter 51
The Blade of Lost Tears materialized in his grip. But it was not a normal sword of dark smoke anymore. Fueled by the Seraph’s full localized power and the explosive Ashen Fire, the sword grew. It expanded massively, shooting up into the rainy sky. It became a towering pillar of black and white flames, sixty feet long and ten feet wide. It looked like a column of absolute destruction. Bruce grabbed the hilt of the massive, sixty-foot pillar of fire with both hands. He did not feel the weight. The magic moved with his will. He ignored the army of Inquisitors behind him. He ignored the holy spears and fireballs flying at his back. He focused entirely on the giant monster and the massive eighty-foot gate blocking his path to freedom. "I am the Devourer," Bruce’s voice boomed. It sounded like an earthquake. Bruce swung the massive, sixty-foot sword of Ashen Fire directly at the Northern Gate. He swung it in a perfect, horizontal arc. The giant pillar of black and white fire hit Hest
Chapter 50
"Very little, Master," the Seraph replied. "Only enough for one final attack. But I cannot come out of your shadow. The holy net will burn me instantly.""You don't need to come out," Bruce commanded. "I am the Devourer. I am the bridge. I want you to push all of your remaining power directly into my body. Every single drop. I will channel your true, localized power through my own flesh."The Seraph was completely shocked by the order. "Master, you cannot do that!" the Seraph warned quickly. "My power is Forbidden. It is too dense, too chaotic! Your Void-Forged Body is strong, but you are still a mortal boy! If I push my full power through your cracked core, it will break your bones! It will tear your muscles apart! You might explode!""I don't care!" Bruce shouted out loud. His sudden shout made Bontus and Hestia stop arguing. They both looked down at the boy in the glowing net. "I don't care if it breaks my bones!" Bruce yelled, his voice echoing over the rain. He opened his eyes
Chapter 49
Bruce Thompson lay flat on the wet, cold cobblestones. The holy net of pure, burning hard-light was wrapped tightly around his body. The magic acted like glowing ropes of fire, pinning his arms to his sides and his legs together. Every time he took a breath, the net burned deeper into his wet clothes and his skin. He could smell the sickening scent of his own burning flesh. He was completely trapped. Above him, the giant, mutated monster that used to be Lady Hestia looked down. She was fused into the massive, eighty-foot Northern Gate. Her giant iron face twisted into an ugly, jagged smile. Her eyes burned with red, stolen blood-magic. She raised her massive foot, which was made of heavy iron beams and sharp spikes. She hovered it directly over Bruce’s head, ready to stomp him into a bloody paste. "I have you now!" Hestia’s monstrous voice roared. The sound shook the heavy rain in the air. "You are nothing but a trapped rat, Bruce! A little, dirty rat caught in a trap!"But befor
Chapter 48
The Seraph was not strong enough to stop the monster completely, but the dark chains slowed the giant arms down for just one crucial second. Bruce used that second perfectly. He ran straight up the falling right arm. His bare feet found traction on the rusty iron and the glowing red spikes. He sprinted up the massive arm like it was a ramp, defying gravity. "Get off me!" Hestia screamed. She tried to shake her arm, but Bruce was too fast. He reached the shoulder of the giant monster. He leaped off the metal joint, launching himself high into the air, directly toward the center of the gate. He was flying straight toward Hestia’s giant, ugly face. Bruce reached his left hand out. The Brand of the Void on his shoulder flared with its maximum power. The deep purple light illuminated the rainy night. He was ready to pull the corrupted magic right out of her brain. He was ready to end the Matriarch once and for all. "I am going to eat you alive, Hestia," Bruce whispered as he flew thro
Chapter 47
Without even slowing his sprint, Bruce reached his left hand up and caught the glowing red fire-arrow directly out of the air. He did not even look at it. He simply absorbed the fire magic into his palm, turning the iron arrowhead to rust, and kept running. The guards on the ground were completely decimated. They could not fight back. They could not even defend themselves. Every time they swung a weapon, Bruce was already behind them. Every time they tried to use magic, Bruce ate it, growing stronger, faster, and more deadly. It was not a battle. It was a harvest. In less than sixty seconds, the remaining twenty Iron-Guards on the ground were completely erased. There were no bodies. There was no blood. There were only piles of gray ash quickly washing away in the freezing rain. Bruce slid to a stop. His bare feet dug deep grooves into the wet stone. He was breathing deeply, but he was not tired. The stolen magic rushed through his veins, repairing his torn muscles instantly. The
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