Chapter 11: Every Action has a Reaction

Chapter 11: Every Action has a Reaction

All of a sudden the old lady coughed a mouth full of blood and started to scream loudly in pain.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh"

She fell from the table clutching her eyes as blood flowed from her mouth. Her white hair was in tatters and there was blood splattered everywhere.

Slowly blood trickled out from her ears, eyes, nose, and nails.

Just a second ago she was a jolly grandmother-like woman who looked moderately beautiful however now she looked similar to a grotesque beast.

The woman kept moaning in pain as her husband hurried to pick her up.

"Yemi! Yemi! What happened?!"

He kept screaming but Yemi didn't reply. She looked at him with her eyes which were now hollow.

The old man fell into a daze as he stared at her black eyes reminiscent of the abyss. Suddenly he fell, crawling up into a corner, gasping for air.

He kept a hand on his chest and stared at the ugly old elvish woman. Her skin was heating up and turning black. It was like as if someone had scooped the skin out or burnt them horribly.

Yemi lowered her hand, drawing something with the now black blood flowing from her nails. Then she slowly started to disintegrate.

The old man hugged her body as he gazed into her eyes with sorrow. After a few seconds, she turned into dust only to be swept away.

Tilting his head towards the ground, he peeked at what his wife had written.

Tears flowed out of his eyes as they soon turned into angry cries.

*Crash!* *Whoosh!!*

*Crash!*

Artifacts that would have been worth a decent amount of money crashed into the ground.

The old man turned his gaze towards me, his eyes red seemingly glowing as he stared into mine.

*Swoooosh!*

He came forward, running similar to a monkey, and tried to slam me into the wall, but before he could do it, I disappeared from his point of sight.

[Ghost Phantasm! First form: Ghostwalk!]

When using this technique the user becomes invisible to the targets looking at him but because I am not a fairy now and I can not handle high-level techniques in my current weak demon form, all the techniques of my prior life have a lot of strain on my body.

Basically for two seconds, although I was in front of him... the old man could not see me. However, that was enough.

Creeping behind his back, I stabbed into his skeleton and pulled out his beating heart.

*Lub....dub....lub..lub...dub...*

At that moment the mad berserk elf released all his mana and broke through the chains of his old age and instantly used the remaining life force he had within.

The air around him coiled up and combusted into flames as numerous fireballs and a raging fire appeared.

Along with him, the entire interior of the shop burst into flames. As the carbon monoxide polluted the insides, it was becoming slightly hard to breathe even as a demon.

Taking a quick glance to see what Yemi had written, Alizejh held my arms tightly seemingly trying to pull me away.

'??? ??????? ???????'

Once again I saw the familiar symbols, to be honest, it was well within my expectations that Yemi may have seen something related to the page in the abyss.

The interesting part of what she said was that blood art many a time depends on blood genes.

This made me curious, my blood is that of an angel and demon, maybe fairy too.

I am an abnormality, a being who violates all the rules. What would a demon+fairy+angel be called?

Irakiel.

One of a kind, something that belongs to only me, the only being of my species.

Blood started to flow from my nail as I bite down on it. Slowly the red blood flowed into the air as if it was morphing. This reminded me of water in zero gravity.

Slowly it transformed into a large needle and then it split into many smaller needles which started to split into even smaller ones.

Then I struck them all towards the nearby bark of a tree.

*Swoosh!*

Countless holes appeared on the tree.

I chuckled looking at the small holes, the size of an ant, seems like I will have to practice a bit more to perfect it.

Maybe I should start working out... because the previous me was a scum bastard.. all my workouts would be more like sexercise...

However looking at my semi-compact muscles, it may have been a fine idea, a pity it was more of a cardio workout.

Plus, I like my women beautiful and my standards of beauty are extremely high. Even for a fuck buddy, I would rather not fuck if it is someone unattractive.

Anyway, I wondered what Aria's expression would be if she saw how quickly I mastered the blood art, at least the basics of it.

This new skill was not half bad, if used properly it could be dangerous, I could not help but wonder how my bonded blood art would be, but I guess I will leave that part for Aria to teach me.

Yes, it's not an excuse to have sex, definitely not.

Immediately, I felt my mana and blood draining after the use of the blood art. It certainly used up a lot of mana.

This body was still shit in terms of mana despite being extremely potent, the mana pool itself was as small as a 1-litre bottle.

Closing my eyes, I sat cross-legged in the lotus position.

Circulating my mana, it flowed from one meridian to another. It seemed that my awakening of the angel bloodline had removed some of the clogs in them, making me circulate mana more efficiently.

Instantly my body felt a rush of mana, it was increasing with each revolution. I could feel it.

It seemed as if my fairy self had a good affinity with mana and the breakthrough in my core had made it swifter.

Seeing the speed at which my mana was increasing I was simply astonished. If this went on then wouldn't I become a total abomination?

Well, that is fine by me but it would become quite tedious when the heavenly tribulations will start to take place.

This body had the potential to surpass my old self, I was sure of this. I can become the monarch of cultivation and magic both altogether.

I might have to assess my magic element though but that's for later, right now I am going to enjoy the rush of euphoria that comes with circulating mana.

Instantly my mana pool doubled in size. I looked at it with ecstasy.

After a while, I finally stopped circulating my mana. Then I started to stretch so that my body so it would not get cramped.

If I circulated for a long time, I could get a backlash. The principle of magic itself was karmic. Every action has a reaction.

Just like how the backlash took place on the old elf lady.