I Am Behemoth Of The S Rank Monster นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I have come too far to get caught now. I walked back into the bar and straight to the bar. “Give me a whiskey on the rocks and be quick about it,” I said to the bartender. He nodded and returned with my drink immediately. I slammed the drink and asked for another. Damn that woman. I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences.

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

Everyone quickly flew into the air. They saw a massive beast 30 feet tall, its entire body covered with dragon-like scales that emitted a chilling light. Shaped like a dinosaur, it approached them with earth-shaking steps. Its eyes were full of cold malice, inspiring fear in anyone who saw them. It regarded them like insignificant ants, exuding arrogance and disdain. More importantly, the beast's demonic aura and the dark energy Chase had sensed earlier were unmistakable. "Peak level four?" Chase exclaimed in shock. This was a monster at the major peak martial god level.

Flashback continuation! I tense! Like really tense, but I still find the bravery to spin around in a sprint. Before me racks a giant in human form. His machismo freaks the hell out of me. It would appall anyone. And his eyes... Grey eyes? Really? I don't know whether it is their striking grey color that makes them come off so atrociously appalling, but they are a set of pools that I can't stand even for a second. I blink at them. His lanky gigantic contour is an additional peril to me. His whole composure exudes dreadful terror. Horror. Animosity.

The bold letters practically glaring at me. Kai Blackthorn. Rank 1. Strength: 10/10. My breath caught. 10/10? My stomach twisted and all I could do was stand there, my pulse hammering in my chest as I suddenly felt a wave of weakness in my bones. And for the first time in Ravencrest territory, I felt truly powerless.

Is it a bug? A reply on the second post posted a sweating emoji. [Just count yourself lucky. That instance also has an SSSSS-rank boss. It appears randomly. If you dare attack the S-rank, the SSSSS-rank will go berserk!] Another reply added. [You all only know part of the story. The truly terrifying thing is: I once saw more than ten bosses above SSS-rank in that instance! Thank goodness they weren't interested in me.] Replies below mocked him.

"That's why I called you here. Zach knows this creature. Personally. He has probably suffered an attacked, too. Our Alpha King is scared of monsters!" "You sound ridiculous," Brad scoffs. "Zach Stone. Destroyer of evil. The male who restored the west coast. You're saying he's scared of some strange breed werewolf?" "It's not a strange breed. It's a monster! A demon. And yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. Last night, I was attacked. Tonight or tomorrow, it might be you or one of yours. The creature is terrorizing the kingdom because playboy Zee can't do anything about it, guys!"

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

They held. “My King…” “If I lose control you know what to do.” Cassian’s jaw tightened. “I will not kill you.” “You will if I ask.” My voice came out rougher now as fangs lengthened. I locked the final chain around my ankle and leaned back against the cold stone. The beast roared inside me and rattled the restraints. Dust fell from the ceiling with each violent shake. This was why they called me the Monster King. Not because I enjoyed cruelty but because my own body became a weapon I could barely contain. I fought to stay conscious while growls tore from my throat and echoed through the chamber.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.