Genetic Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 72: One hit!

Boom!

A muffled explosion bloomed in Sean’s gut, his abdomen bulging before collapsing back into taut muscle.

His cells seemed to have received a breath of new life, and his numb nerves began to respond to stimulation again.

With all these changes... As his body became responsive again, he finally felt it, the forgotten echo, finally became a living memory.

Pain!

It was a level of pain that left him almost unable to make a sound, completely overwhelming his senses, that his brain had to numb it to protect him, almost shutting down in the process.

It couldn’t be compared to the pain of his gene enhancement, but the suddenness with with it came, made its impact even worse.

Sean gasped, a deep urge to cry out nicking the back of his mind like an itch.

"Fuck!" He cursed with gritted teeth.

Though his mind had shut down his pain receptors for the time being, just those few seconds he had felt it, seemed to keep hunting him, like a phantom menace.

His regenerative speed improved immediately, and a mind numbing itch began to spread throughout his body from the hole in his stomach.

Rapidly, sinews and tissues began to grow in real time, as both his devastating internal injuries — punctured organs and the likes, and external injuries began to heal in real time.

Sounds as well returned to his ears, the booms and roars from Victor’s clash, drifting into his ears as the man struggled against the raging Stage-3 out-worlder.

As much as the overload of sensations threatened to overwhelm him, contorting his face into different expressions, his heart was still and calm.

He couldn’t describe what he was actually feeling.

On one hand, there was relief that he was alive, and on the other hand, he felt shitty. He felt lost.

Now that he had confronted his thoughts and fears, things he had continuously dodged mulling over, but was what had kept him going... How would he move forward then?

He felt lost and without purpose. He had faced the bitter truth of his limits, and stared them in the face, but now what?

If everything he strove forward for was impossible, then why try at all?

His heart was empty, and he never felt more apathetic in his life.

Inside, he even felt disgusted with himself for feeling relief that he was alive.

Since when did living become a privilege — something to be relieved about? How would his mother, his father and John, be looking at him now that he chose life over coming to them?

He knew that his thinking was irrational... and maybe stupid. At the same time, a stupid and irrational goal was what had brought him this far.

’A goal huh?’ He thought.

Why was he worried about a goal now, because he saw limitations now? Was there anything he had ever set as a goal that was rational anyways?

Going to a Scholl reserved for the rich, and being the first to be handed a scholarship in the same school... his desire to bring his loved one back from the dead too.

None made logical sense, but he he still did it. A limitation would not be what was stopping him now.

He would bring them back, or die trying. If he was afraid of dying without making it up to them, then he was even more afraid of living completely worthlessly and then passing on.

Even if it meant picking up that delusional goal again, he didn’t care. He just couldn’t give up without trying. He didn’t have the means to bring them back, so what?

He didn’t have the means now, what about later? What about a year from now? Ten years from now? A hundred?

He would find a way, and if there wasn’t one, then he’d make one.

For that he needed that thing he had been chasing from the beginning... Power!

The goal still hadn’t changed. Though now he knew his limitations, his conviction had never burned anymore bright.

He let out a putrid breath, his eyes becoming cold as ice.

Looking at the life he took with his own hands—his first kill — he really couldn’t bring himself to feel anything. Guilt, relief, excitement, emotional repercussion of taking a life... None of those were present.

Perhaps he wasn’t built to feel that way, or it could be that his conviction and current mental state suppressed the emotional guilt so much that he couldn’t even feel its presence.

Neither of those mattered to him.

"Until I’m strong enough!" He muttered to himself.

With steady hands, he unstrapped the belt wrapped around Malek’s waist, and wore it around his, uncaring about the blood and mud covering it.

He himself was covered in blood, mud and grime... But he didn’t care.

When he was done, his eyes shifted to the other side, where a black haired man, wove between the attacks of a red skinned behemoth many times his size... Much bigger than an elephant even.

As he watched them, he felt that he really needed a release.

Alongside, the feeling of emptiness he was still feeling, there was a belly of fury so vast that it was completely unnoticed stirring deep in his heart, like a beast about to awaken... Like an old volcano steadily accumulating momentum over decades.

However, he took a deep breath, suppressing the rage till was calm as a lake. Victor was too important if he wanted to find out the origins of this body.

Lightning raged out from his body, and instead of the red that erupted from him in his fight with Malek, or the blueish white that was usual of lightning, it was a deep blue that almost bothered on black.

And even more, it was perfectly under control. Infact, he had never felt so much more in-tuned and in control of the element before.

If Emma’s control was genius, then what he felt, was akin to a god.

He stepped forward, and vanished.

*BOOM!!!*

His fist connected with the temple of the massive Stage-3 out-worlder.

DING!

[You have eliminated a Stage-3]

[You have gained hundred points]

[ACHIEVEMENT: FIRST PARTICIPANT TO ELIMINATE A STAGE-3]

[REWARD: +100% BONUS POINTS TO CURRENT POINTS TOTAL]