Chapter 79: Sons of Helios Part 6

The skulled mask that he conjured broke. His shattered arms shuddered as he breathes in air. His eyes were calm but his body was broken by that exchange. He won but it took him overdoing his own body. It was the first time he felt like he was so tired in this world.

But that didn’t concern Lanon, no, that didn’t concern him at all. What he learned was that indeed there were people behind the thugs that have been giving the people suffering. He had followed a trail and what did he learn? All the boroughs that he had been attacking are primarily controlled by the city itself in order to prevent nefarious thugs from taking in.

The city was a habitat of drug dealers and notorious slavers. It took years for the “Blessed Maiden” to purge the cultists and the cannibals out of this land. But even her efforts do not stop the influx of crime. He had learned that this maiden had been fighting for peace. She was a goddess of war that many worships. She didn’t want to be treated like one, and never she tried to claim the land as hers. She had one duty and she did that duty. But even a blessed maiden like her could not stop the demand of those who lack decency. So to solve the problem she had decided to create the necessary evil.

Lanon understood what the blessed maiden was trying to accomplish. The fact that she had carried the weight of an entire empire on her back for so many years made it acceptable for her to do what she must do. Rain poured down on him as he saunters to the back of the alley. Blood poured out of his mouth, and his eyes bloodshot as he lost control of his legs.

“Damn it,” he muttered. “I guess no matter what world I am barely in the mid-tier. I guess I should be lucky enough that I was able to neutralize them. I am getting too old.”

He looked at his calloused hands. It was youthful and it didn’t have the wrinkles that have gashes and scars. He wasn’t fond of such young hands. It was odd for him to have complete fingers with barely any scars on it. Ever since he had found himself in this new world with a young body. He didn’t know how to act. His soul was old and worn out, but his body was young and vigorous.

It felt like his soul was forcibly locked in a cage. He wasn’t complaining about the young body. He was simply disoriented and unfamiliar with such a strong body. It was a blessing that he had to get to know more. Not to mention that this body had the obsidian flesh that allowed him to contend with those who could wield such powers.

“If only I had this power back when I was still fighting alongside her?” he thought back. “If I had the power then I would have died alongside them. I would have died fighting. I saw the end of the world and the end of the fight. And here I am still walking the bleak path. Really, why do you fight so hard for things that do not need you, Nolan Salvatore? Calling yourself Lanon, and all that for such weird reasons.”

He talked while the black sinews of flesh sewed his wounds. The regeneration process was akin to having his arms cut open by a scalpel and hastily sewed together. His shattered arms were put together like pieces of a puzzle by the strings of black flesh.

He was convulsing, he couldn’t even get rid of the blood clogging his mouth. If it wasn’t for the rainwater rinsing his mouth, then surely he would have drowned on his own blood. This was simply the price of having this ability.

It took minutes for him to regain complete control of his body. Bullet wounds and sword wounds were superficial but people that could conjure powers that can counter his abilities needed serious treatments. If he didn’t have the pistol, he would have surely been ambushed by the shadow that was lurking.

“I need to reevaluate this new world. I need to survive, understand, and identify the root of the problem. I can understand the reasons for this city and why it needed such scums. But can I truly cast my eyes away from such problems? Even though I pissed off the family that had a lot of connections and has a powerful figure backing it. I manage to bluff but they’d realize my true strength. They manage to figure out where I was and predicted where I was going to move. I knew they’d be looking for their family. Still, I came looking for him. I have this ability but it is too costly and I think it is time to make use of boot-camp training. Do I even remember the basics? It has been too damn long. Ah, I wonder if Sarge got married? Ah, I wonder what’s happening in my original world? No, need to think about a long past that I would not be able to cherish. Focus on the current problem, Nolan, don’t be distracted and do what you must do. Focus on one at a time”

His thoughts wandered as he throws his coat in the trash. He then found himself among the pedestrians of the city, blending in and vanishing within plain sight. He was still too weak to clamber up the buildings. He had to make do by making use of the crowd. Not to mention that there are no people that could recognize him. For walking around the city had made him look like a typical citizen.

He walked for fifteen minutes until he reached a building he had already scouted. He spotted the unopened crates and smiled at the guard, who felt his back turn cold. The guard tried to shout but he was stopped by a sharp gauntlet that gutted his throat!