153 Chapter 153: True wrath

Derik stood there motionless as he watched his werewolf battle Cyrus' majestic divine sword. A hint of sadness and confusion flashed in his eyes for a while, before he stopped himself

"That's enough" Derik muttered and his werewolf avatar returned to his side.

He had this feeling that if he attacked at that moment when Cyrus was distracted by the battle him of their summoned avatars, there is a very high chance that he would have successfully murdered the life mage. He had this feeling in his soul that this had happened before and in that version, a lot of innocent people were murdered alongside Cyrus.

He gazed at what's left of the royal palace and a frown appeared on his face. He concentrated and felt the life force of multiple targets underneath the rubble.

"Help me get them out… Karl, Gin and Kira are still alive.." Derik called out to Cyrus who stood at the distance, waiting for Derik to act first.

Hearing this Cyrus frowned as he considered what suddenly changed Derik. Why did he calm down abruptly?

"If you won't help me, then I'll do it alone" Derik muttered and instructed his werewolf avatar to dig them out. He stood in mid-air patiently as he watched the werewolf avatar remove the rubbles on after the other.

This process consumed close to four hours, during that time Cyrus stood at a safe distance and wondered what went wrong with Derik. He watched Derik and his werewolf avatar, rescue all those who were buried beneath the rubble and stopped the others who arrived later from interfering.

"All I want is the royal family" Derik finally said when he was done. His darkish purple eyes lit up and shone so bright that Cyrus retreated by one step, looking at Derik cautiously while waiting for him to make a move.

At this point, Derik understood the rules of this world, as long as he does not throw the first blow, they will not attack. He convinced himself that this world was not the real thing and realized he may have been here a while ago.

At this point, an expensive carriage appeared and two figures appeared! It was John holding on to Linda's hand while walking towards the collapsed royal palace. The rage which was quenched a long time ago began building up.

Images of these two testifying against him flashed repeatedly and he felt like his heart would explode at any minute.

"No…"

Derik held on to his chest while spitting out a mouthful of black blood. His body was covered with darkish purple aura as he launched himself towards the direction where his dad and sister stood.

"Don't let him get to us… Kill him!" John Angus screamed to the royal guards, who nodded and unsheathed their weapons, forming a small wall in front of the Angus family.

Death magic: Black lash!

"Move!" Derik roared and ten black whips shot out of his fingers and instantly bound all six guards before they could even react.

Whoosh!

Derik flew past them and arrived right in front of John and Linda. Black blood rolled down his cheeks and he forcefully bit his lower lips

"Why?" this was all Derik could say

"We had to… they promised us a lot of things… they were going to kill you off anyway, I had to do it… I did it for the family!" John said with fearful eyes.

"I see" Derik nodded. He reached out and placed his hand on Linda's head and a warm smile appeared on his face before turning his attention to John once again.

"I'm happy you guys are doing well," Derik said with a genuine smile.

"Yo… You won't kill us?" John stuttered as he spoke.

"Not really… My problem is with the royal family, I'm done lashing out on everyone…" Derik muttered to himself.

Boom!

Right before Derik's eye, the false world began to rumble, one by one everyone on the street vanished.

"Thank you," John said with a sincere smile before he vanished as well.

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Derik yanked his eyes open only to realize that Demos was staring at his with an excited expression on his face. His spirit felt weak and his body felt heavy.

"How long have I been in that thing?" Derik muttered while pointing at the pitch-black container surrounded by a terrifying evil aura.

"A year and a few months," Demos said casually.

Wait, what?

Derik's jaw dropped when he heard what Demos said. He quickly got on his feet and looked around as if he was trying to find something, unfortunately, the underworld had no day or night.

"A year plus, all for a single sin? How long will it take me to acquire the other six?" Derik asked.

"A decade at most… Either way, you should be able to tell the difference between now and then, you can directly break into the mid-grade of the silver realm, your body has absorbed so much death energy here" Demos answered

"I see…" Derik muttered to himself

"The sin of wrath, rage is only powerful when directed on a person or a group of people, anything outside that is simply madness… how many times did it take you to realize this? How many times did you redo" Demos laughed

"Aaaah! You knew… why didn't you give me some tips before I started?" Derik asked with a frown

"Well, you would have forgotten. You can only remember what the sin wants you to remember during the test… Do you think it will let you remember something that will help you finish the task so easily? The answer has to come from you" Demos answered with a casual smile

"I see… well, I killed everyone on my first trial… killed half of them on the second trial, luckily I was able to control my rage at that time" Derik said

"Two trials… Impressive… The shadow lurker and I were pretty sure it will take you at least five trials for you to realize what you are doing wrong… seems like we underestimated you" Demos laughed

"Bastards…" Derik cursed with a smile on his face