Chapter 337 Start Of The Rampage

Just like that, when Michael deactivated his ability, they were already in a deserted alley. The smell of the garbage lingered in the air, which made the four of them pinch their noses. The sound of carriages, footsteps, and voices of people echoed in the streets before the alley.

Gregory stepped out from the shadows, only to see a bustling crowd of people talking and laughing. Some had frowns on their faces and looked stressed as they banter with merchants to bargain. While some merchants were full of smiles as if the people on the streets were walking money.

Carriages come and go with their horse vigorously carrying them, unloading the items on the ground, while some drops people on the sidewalk. One could say that the liveliness and prosperity of a city could be seen in its market.

"Where's that bastard?" Fein turned his head left and right to look specifically at Anthony. Yet he didn't even see even his shadows.

Michael shrugged. "I don't know where that guy is. He's always changing place."

"At this rate, it would be too late. Should we just leave him and go to the city with the three of us? Since our main fighter is here." Gregory said and pointed at Fein.

"Oh, he's there!" Fein's eyes lit up.

In the distance, twelve meters away from. A wooden hut stood in the middle of the sunlight. On its right, different kinds of farming tools lay on the ground. Its wooden roof has a green plant design that prevented it from looking boring. There are people wearing

straw hats around the wooden hut. And to its left, a man sitting on a wooden chair with his back leaning, he held a cup of tea in his hand. And has black shades that cover his eyes.

'This bastard really knows how to enjoy life.' Fein looked at Anthony and the sun that had peaked in the sky.

"Call him," Gregory said with a deadpan expression, not at all surprised by the latter's relaxed posture.

Anthony was a very logical person, but he has a bad trait like anyone. He was laid back to the extreme. He only turns serious once he needed, but one would see him almost leaning and sitting everywhere.

Though, even then, his work ethic would drop the jaw of anyone who knows it. Really a contradictory guy. Once Anthony relaxed on a mission. It means he found that task in his hands unnecessary, which is why Gregory didn't have the heart to berate him.

"Anthony! Bastard! Come here!!" Fein shouted at top of his lungs.

The people around looked at Fein, who was shouting. The boys return to what they're doing once they saw nothing interesting. But most eyes of the girls brightened when they saw Fein's unique appearance with dreamy visuals. His white hair and symmetrical face plus his intellectual temperament were treated as eye candy from a woman's point of view!

'Huh?' Anthony lifted his black shades, and turned his head in a particular direction, as he felt that he heard a familiar voice. Then, when he saw his team, he couldn't help but think. 'Is it about time?'

He stood up in his seat, then walked to them. "How's the situation?"

"Captain almost died," Michael answered. Then he paused for a moment to rearrange his thoughts. "Now, the monster was on the way where there's a crowd of people or it might have already reached them as we speak."

"Where did you get all that stuff?" Gregory's eyes landed on the black shades and a cup of tea in Anthony's hands. "Of course, I bought them here."

"Okay..." Gregory realized that he asked an idiot question. "Well, let's go!"

"I'm itching to beat that monster up." Fein licked his lips.

He wants to try his new abilities. The monster is just perfect as his training dummy. Though he needs to gauge the strength of the monster first before doing that.

"Well, this time I don't want to ride on your back." Michael quickly warned, and he glanced at Fein vigilantly.

'Did I miss something?' Anthony scratched his cheek. "Who rode on who's back? And what position?"

"What?" Michael asked in confusion.

"Fuck you! It's not like that. Your damn mind needs a cleaning." Fein covered his face with the palm of his hands.

Hearing Fein's response, Michael finally understood what Anthony was trying to say. His mouth twitched for a second as he realized Anthony's dirty joke. At the same time, he was ashamed that he didn't get the joke quickly. Now, he can only sigh. 'Am I really this innocent?'

"Well, just kidding..." Anthony smiled. "So what really happened?"

'It's better to see it for your own eyes than explain.' Fein activated his gene bank and his body started to morph.

His body grew, and feathers started to appear on his body, his eyes became sharper. Then, his mouth evolved into a beak. So with that, he turned into a large bird.

Anthony covered his mouth with surprise and just stood in his place staring at his friend that turned into a large bird.

After a few seconds, he pinched his cheeks with strength. "Ouch!.. So this is real?"

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Brick Norty turned into his previous form again. An eighteen meter dark monster, with eyeballs all around his skin, and tentacles that wiggled from time to time.

His blood-red pupils turned purple. He licked his lips playfully as he saw the crowd of people on the street.

He was really in a bad mood after the prey escaped his hands. Now, he wants to kill all the people and absorb their life in spite. This is his revenge for Michael, who interfered with his kill. 'It's time to feast!'

Suddenly, his left hand turned into an axe, while his right hand turned into a dark blade. Then he jumped down on the ground, which caused the place to shake. A deep crevice formed where he landed, and two bodies were lying dead on his feet.

'HAHAHA! how weak!' Brick Norty glanced at the head of the person that caved in. And the other one where his feet had penetrated the other party's intestine. 'Well, you will be my nourishment.'

The bodies were sucked dry of their vitality in an instant, causing them to lose their moisture, and the hair on their heads fell simultaneously along with their skin, which visibly turned pale.