Glutton Berserker Novels & Stories

++++ His name was Hollowscar, a highly skilled assassin in the Clean Gorgon Guild. Hollowscar, who was 40 years old, had a 9-Star badge on the first floor of the fortress, making him one of the most experienced assassins. His evil nature that loved killing humans made him a good fit as an assassin in the Clean Gorgon Guild, where his job was a pleasure in itself. In one row, two or three islands were surpassed. In one go, she earned enough Hellstone pay, and her forbidden hobby of killing could be mercilessly fulfilled. With a tall build, red hair, and a misleadingly friendly face, his Combat Power status is:

At first, he tried to talk to the one inside, but hearing no answer, he opened the door ever so slightly… …and was attacked by a beast. The Berserker, with the brand new claws that he had equipped, dealt the finishing blow on the boss of the Hollow Wilds. After its obligatory death sequence, a large loot box dropped in its place, and its contents were received by the members of the two-member party that had slain the monster, the aforementioned Berserker and a Shadowblade.

Dimitri muttered as he yawned, while some of the werewolves glared at him, chemical junkies, is a forbidden word for the berserker in the werewolf kind. Gale took a sigh, although he hated it when Dimitri was mocking the berserker, he knew that it was very much the truth about the berserker. A mutant that comes from an unnatural selection by drugs, makes them perfect soldiers but also curses the user of the drug to be dependent on the substance.

The Berserker turned its glowing red eyes on Emma. The savage beast, nearly a ton of snarling fury, had finished decimating Terra’s creatures. Now, its hunger locked onto her. Emma’s breath hitched in her throat as the creature snarled, its thick hide steaming from exertion, its jaws soaked in blood. It had taken down every abomination around them—and now she stood as the only living target.

Even Noir, Yvie, Halle, and the others took out their refined treasures, becoming vigilant. In an instant, Andrius’ body was shrouded in an ocean of true vitality, ready to burst with powerful combat power at any moment. They all knew Gluttony’s strength. If a full-scale battle broke out, the only possibility was a life-and-death battle. “Relax…” Seeing their intense reaction, Gluttony chuckled and said, “My encounter with him was five hundred years ago. Although it was due to him that I was eventually suppressed, I’ve never blamed him. On the contrary, I admire him a lot.”

“This is who we serve?” “Shut the fuck up, Pride,” Wrath barked. “Gluttony, help him.” Gluttony dragged his feet forward lazily. Ashiel pulled a dagger, but Gluttony raised his hands. “Relax. I don’t bite… unless you ask.” Cris signaled Ashiel to lower the blade. Gluttony pressed a heavy hand against my chest, and energy surged into me. My body steadied, the burning in my veins cooling. “I’m giving you a taste of strength,” Gluttony muttered. “Sloth could drain the poison out completely, but he’s asleep. And he doesn’t like being woken up.”

The obsidian caught the light, gleaming hungry. "Come to the Moon Temple. Alone. Unarmed. If I see a drop-ship, he dies. If I see the Berserker, he dies. If I see the Tactician or the Commander... I carve his heart out and eat it." Guller’s good eye opened. It was glassy. Bloodshot. He looked into the lens. He didn't look afraid. He looked sad. The somatic expression of his grief hit me like a physical blow to the diaphragm.

He felt a light breeze on his neck as he looked up and saw Glutton in front of him. Everything went so fast that he couldn't even follow what was happening. Glutton smelled Raia as if there was fresh and delicious meat in front of him. He wanted to bite into his neck, but he restrained himself. "W-what are you?" Raia couldn't help but ask. "What am I?" Glutton became serious but still observed Raia's movements. "As you can see..." he said, moving slightly away from Raia. "I am a ghoul...!!" he shouted loudly. There was no one around to hear them, so Glutton didn't care about the consequences of his actions. Glutton was known as the careless ghoul.

What he saw then had left him speechless. Pavan had partially awakened a dormant physique—something incredibly rare. The Berserker Physique. A brutal, chaotic body-type known for unmatched strength, terrifying stamina… and mindless destruction. According to Danial’s inheritance scrolls, the Berserker Physique was almost mythical. Usually only seen in monstrous warriors or heavily muscled body refiners. Pavan was… well, Pavan. Smart-mouthed, lean, and occasionally lazy. How he had that physique was a mystery.

By the second night, whispers moved ahead of us: She spared them… She didn’t take the supplies… She made them kneel… Mercy, when worn by the ruthless, is terrifying. I stepped forward alone into the canyon’s throat… and I felt him before I saw him. The air thickened, heavy, metallic, and charged. My skin prickled not with fear, but with awareness, like standing too close to a drawn blade. Gregon. He emerged from shadow as if the darkness itself had decided to stand upright. — Taller than any wolf should be. Broad-shouldered, and scarred, his presence bending the space around him. His eyes glowed— not bright, not wild, but deep. Ancient. Hungry. The kind of hunger that didn’t rush because it