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I remembered Shelby’s voice, sharp and unwavering. “You’ll need discipline, Doc. If you don’t clean your tools, you won’t stay in control.” His words echoed in my mind as I ran the rag along the serrated edges, ensuring every trace of carnage was scrubbed away. Then there was the small, cruel-looking saw. It had seen recent work—sharp, relentless, unyielding—and I felt a flicker of respect for its ruthless efficiency. I cleaned it with a meticulous patience, knowing that without discipline, it could turn against me.

his voice drifted through the ionizing air, calm as a priest’s. “The one with the pulse-dampener. Take the legs first.” I didn't answer, but my body pivoted. I dropped low, my silk maternity robe snapping like a whip as I swept the lead Harvester's shins. The Sovereign strength was a terrifying, heavy thing—the titanium alloy buckled under my strike with the crunch of dry wood. As it hit the floor, I buried the Phantom Blade in its chest plate, punching through the heart of the power core. Another surge. The smell of scorched insulation and hot copper filled the nursery.

"Activate Level-Six!" Over on the bridge, Derkley's powers would increase with every Bloody Python he swallowed. Yet despite all that, Wilbur remained an immovable challenge for Derkley time and time again. The sixth level of the Bloodsucker had been activated, and a bloody red spirit blade now appeared in Derkley's grasp. He clutched the blade, sprinting towards Wilbur once more as he swung the blade at multiple fatal parts of Wilbur's body in a clear attempt to slice him into pieces.

His tone was hard and heavy and filled with fire. “Yes, Executor Belynn,” said his assistant. “We’ve got a Reborn somewhere in our roster right? Give her cutting edge everything - armor, weapons, meds. Have her go for the ape the moment she’s able. Tell her to pound it deep into the sand. Then prep an intel package against Szereth. Time to crush his margins to nothing.”

He had Un-Plugged the Buffer. "If you take that blade away from the Tree, the North will combust!" I warned, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and maternal terror. "Kael’s death was just the beginning! You will turn our children into sludge!" "Then let us be sludge!" Sila cried out from the crowd, her face twisted in a mask of beautiful, lethal defiance. "Better to be a puddle of North-energy than a statue in your garden!" Eryx raised the Fang. The blade wasn't red-gold anymore; it was Pulsing with a Corrosive Violet Black. It had absorbed the "Toxicity" of my control. It was no longer a weapon of the Hunt; it was a Dagger of the Default.

Watching his flanks collapse, his squad get picked apart, with the calm patience of a man who'd already factored in these losses. Because I was exactly where he wanted me. "There you are," he said. He was tall in person. Taller than Valtherion. Lean, angular, with the economy of movement that spoke of decades of combat. Gray at the temples. Pale eyes that reflected the moonlight like mirrors. A long silver blade in each hand, not ornamental. Working weapons. The edges hummed with something that made my shadow bloodline recoil. Anti-bloodline steel. Forged specifically to cut through ancient power.

I grab my dual slugslinging blasters named Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare. My dual slugslinging blasters Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare were maded by myself. The components of Dharkonic Shroud were expertly crafted, the base was made out of Shadow Clan Hide with a ghoul fusion core, the ammo feed is similar to an IRL revolver seeing seven empty ghoul barrels for firing ghouls the ghoul barrels are made out of Dharkonic Tendrils with green engravings of tendrils, while the barrel was made of bone shaped like a skull, while the components of Galeemic Flare are different. The base of my Galeemic Flare blaster is made out of Angel Ingots with a slug fusion core the ammo feed is similar to

"This is our barbed spike. It's a little different from the barbed creatures on this planet—ours is made of a stronger material and can cut through most prey or enemies." "It looks like a thin sword." Cleona squinted. "Is that what you use for killing?" "Sometimes." Bobby raised his arm and turned his wrist. "It's very crude and is usually our last defense. A 'Do or Die' weapon." He pointed the said weapon at Galene. "I can't feel hers beneath the skin—except at the elbow, so I think her spike has snapped off—or was sawn off. That's quite a feat—this is ten times stronger than bone. It also doesn't grow back." Bobby shot Galene a sympathetic glance.

I shook my head at his response. I focus on my monitor leaving no spot for their mid. I saw him hiding behind the bush as I put a stealth ward on it. I pretended not to know and just continue killing the creeps. I need them to attack first so I can lock them up with my ultimate which can slow down their movements. I think I can take their damage and kill them with my two builds. This is enough to show them what BLKQ means.

After a split second, another loud howl was heard from his side, ensuring he had successfully coated the weapon with his human blood. The dagger started to emit red dazzling light, which was making him unable to see it properly. Soon, the light vanished and the same dagger happened to be in his hands, as it was before dipping in hot silver and smearing in the blood. It looked like the weapon sucked whole of the silver and blood into it. No traces of blood were there. Leevon felt its strength and power. His task was half-done. He cleaned the wound with some antiseptic and covered it with a fresh cloth. Putting on his clothes back, he heard another knock from outside. It could be his father on