[Psychokinetic] Eyeball Pulling - Chapter 88 (Patreon)

Stuart and the rest were trying their hardest to closely follow behind Prince.

As a dexterity user and often called an arrogant man, Prince didn’t care if others couldn’t catch up to him. He would simply just kill them.

His excuse was that if you couldn’t keep up with a dexterity user, you were dead. He believed in his speed, after all, it was how he managed to survive so long throughout the chaotic ocean.

Prince placed his fist into the air as they stopped.

A bunch of youngsters stood in the distance. They all wore Wayfaring badges, and just based on the looks of them and the lack of confidence they showed, they were first or second years.

“I don’t see them.” Horace mumbled.

“Kill them all, don’t leave one.” Prince said.

He flashed forward and chopped one of the youngsters in two with his curved blade.

One of the faster wayfarers broke off from the main group in a scramble.

Prince glanced back, his eyes remained on Stuart, before continuing his attacks.

A heavy feeling weighed down on Stuart's chest. It was a warning, and if he didn’t do it, he would die.

Gritting his teeth, Stuart blasted forward, hurtling toward the Wayfarer.

Although he was quite quick, the level difference was too much. Stuart caught up within seconds.

He turned around, his face reminded him of his friend’s young lad. Gritting his teeth, his sword cleaved down.

Stuart tried to give him the respect of a warrior, but at the last second, he tightly closed his eyes.

There was a feeling of cutting into flesh, then bone, and it continued until there was no resistance. Stuart returned without a glance at the fresh corpse.

The smell of blood and iron wafted throughout the forest.

***

Leena tapped her foot in rhythm as the sound of metal striking metal filled the caves.

Everyone was hard at work mining the Voidbent metal. Since it was incredibly resilient, it took a lot of effort to remove it. Although Leena was on guard duty from the gateway, she still had to help with the mining since her strength was far greater than anyone else.

It had been a few days now, and the metal was slowly being whittled away. It wouldn't be long now until it was completely stripped from the mine. The kobolds before them had also helped them in that process, as a lot of the raw ore was housed within the large warehouse outside the cave.

Leena glanced toward the gateway once more. It was a habit throughout the days. Although she was confident her Lady would return, the worry remained.

It was the same feeling when she had to leave for the subjugation mission, or the Wayfaring examination. It didn’t feel right being separated from her.

Astrid didn’t have many friends, but neither did she. A lower district commoner becoming a personal maid to the most powerful family on Rebirth. And to the only daughter of Christian Sinwen at that.

The days were so lonely when she wasn’t by her side. But as a personal maid, she had to spend a lot of time on day to day tasks. Cleaning, organising trips that her lady wanted to go on, and training day in, day out.

The other maids had often told her to relax with the training.

She would train far into the night until vibrant blisters formed on the palm of her hand and bled. Most of her life was spent with just shy of four hours of sleep every day, yet she wanted to do it.

She wanted to become strong, and thanks to her intense training. It all paid off when she was named a Sinwen Battlemaid. Then the extra training commenced to become a Wayfarer through the Sinwen administration. Thanks to that, there was no need to go on a mission for her examination.

The day they went on their first mission together was a day she wouldn’t forget for the rest of her life. The bad and the good.

“She’ll be fine,” Gloria said.

“I know,” Leena continued, “it’s just not the same without her.”

“We’re almost done.” Gloria placed her on Leena’s shoulder and walked toward the wall once more.

Gloria was a hard worker, too hard. She refused to stop, even when her entire back was streaming with sweat and her arms were about to give up.

Leena raised her brows at the touch. Normally, most nobles, especially of the younger generation refused to even go near her because of her birth.

She gazed at Froderick, and then onto Nick, Mina, and finally Josh.

My lady has found some good friends. Leena smiled.

That wasn’t even counting Daniel and the others. Wherever one went, there would always be good people worth meeting and befriending.

Leena frowned. Her metal sense allowed her to connect to the various ores around the mind and feel if something had touched them.

Normally, it wasn’t that useful as someone had to be in direct contact with metal ores. But, within the mine, it was impossible to get past the metal undetected.

There was a small tremor, then another, until it was like repeating rain drops against her touch skin.

“Everyone,” Leena said, “formations.”

Tony’s face turned grim as he nodded. He readied his bow.

The first years, and the dabbling of second years that were left hurried into formation. Since there was only one entrance to the mine, all of the warriors were at the vanguard.

Leena shoved one to the left and another to the right, just in case a high speed dexterity user blasted past the frontline and flanked.

The trickle turned into thudding as shadows emerged from the passageway, and broke out into the room.

A man with a long-coat was at the front. He didn’t say a word, but paced from side to side. His eyes were like a hawk as he gazed at the Wayfarers.

Leena shifted her weight forward. She could feel the tension within the air, it felt like it could turn physical at any moment.

“What are you doing here?” Tony shouted at the newcomers.

Silence was the answer.

Leena followed the man with the long red hair’s eyes. She glanced to the side, his eyes remained on Gloria. Or more accurately, the equipment on her body, and within her hands.

A sinking feeling formed within her stomach. They were here for Gloria’s high tier equipment, no doubt they were all Epic rating.

Lower levelled, high rarity equipment was easily at the cost of even higher levelled gear. After all, rich families paid an extortionate amount of money to keep their off-spring safe from danger.

“Either to kill, or steal,” Leena said. “What will it be?”

She looked straight at the man at the front. He looked back at her.

“Sinwen Battmaid,” He said. “I heard your mother sold you to them like a stray dog. You were nothing but a useless extra mouth to feed, how does it feel?”

“You have done your research,” Leena continued. “Yet, trying to antagonise me is rather pathetic, is it not?”

“I thought I’d give it a shot.” He shrugged his shoulders. His loose sleeve flapped to the side.

“Prince of the Southern Ocean,” Leena said. “You have come a long way.”

He giggled. “Indeed, I have. Although, I don’t see your master?”

Then his eyes widened at the sight at the back of the cave. The cave blended in with the darkness of the cave, so it was hard to make out at first.

“There’s no way she went in alone, right?” Prince smirked. “Oh it’s such a shame, but if she went in alone, then she’s not coming back.”

Leena’s brows twitched as a heat boiled within her. “You’ve not even seen one before, yet you think so lowly of Astrid.”

Leena took a step forward. “Astrid Sinwen is more of a warrior than you will ever hope to be. While you were getting your ass kicked by nothing but feral sea creatures and spawn,”

She glanced at his empty arm. “She was facing monsters you wouldn't believe existed. Even as she is right now, she could stomp you into the ground.”

“Touched a sore spot, did I?” Prince said. “It’s rather cute, you know, to think you view her so highly when you are nothing but a slave.”

“Does she even reciprocate those feelings?”

“Make a move, or don’t,” Leena continued. “It doesn't bother me.”

“Then I shall,” Prince said and suddenly his empty sleeve filled out. “I’m sorry, but if Astrid faced me as I am now, she wouldn’t be able to last a few sword strokes.”

Once it reached the bottom, a scarlet hand peeked out from under the thick material. It was as if someone had flayed the skin from his hand, revealing nothing but muscle underneath.

Then, he shot forward at a pace that Leena could just manage to keep up with.

Dense metal formed beneath her feet like tree stumps, yet his blade coiled around her lance like a snake. It threatened to slice past her throat, but a dense metal layer formed around her throat and head.

Instantly, she donned her entire body in a thick black metal.

Prince moved the strike from her throat, pulled back, and focused on a point just at her side. He struck forward in a blur of movement.

The point of the blade managed to pierce her armour.

Leena felt a small trickle of blood seep down her body. She focused, and the mana within her body swirled to its maximum. Fragments of metal swirled around her like a vortex.

Prince dashed back, but tiny cuts had sliced into his face.

Prince grabbed hold of his chest as a maniacal laughter left his mouth. He wiped the blood from his face and lapped it up with his long snake-like tongue.

“Kill the strongest, capture the weak.” Prince ordered.

His men shot forward as a brutal melee began. The second year mages erected defensive barriers, while the physical ranged users fired their bows.

But the level difference was too much, the fight only lasted moments before two dead bodies fell to the ground and the fighting stopped.

Prince had his hand latched around Gloria’s throat.

She tried everything, even using her shadow vault skill, but it wasn’t enough.

Prince was like a phantom image, his speed was too great. Gloria was unable to escape from his feral grasp.

Leena screamed, she willed the power of metal to course through her body and changed forward once more.