Chapter 32: Dull Routine

Chapter 32: Dull Routine

Another day went by, and Reign found himself stuck in a dull routine of procrastinating .

Realizing he was just wasting time, he started working out and improving his fighting skills. He knew that being strong wasn't enough if he wanted to get better.

With a body of a monster and an explosive speed attributed to his crawling form, Reign made improving his sense of balance his top priority.

He dedicated time to practicing, meticulously adjusting his movements.

From time to time, he would fall asleep suddenly as his body shut down. It was odd for an undead being like him to worry about such things, but he had no choice but to deal with it.

Over time, he observed his balance sharpening, enabling him to maneuver with faster agility and precision.

His new nimbleness provided him with a clear edge in close-quarters combat scenarios.

"Why's she not bothering me?" Reign muttered after waking up from a short nap.

Anna had been unusually quiet, sparking his curiosity. He decided to leave his spot and check on her, just in case.

It wasn't that he cared about her; he was simply curious. If she did leave this place and abandon him for good, then he would have to find a new hiding spot. He was pretty sure more demon hunters would come for him.

Reaching the corner of the mine, Reign spotted George standing there, his expression serious.

"What's happening?" Reign grumbled, and George, unsurprised by his sudden appearance, simply answered.

"Anna told me not to tell you this, but look," he said, pointing his finger.

"Tell me that beforehand, you old man with a daughter complex," Reign cursed.

He anticipated protest from George, but George remained calm. He seemed like a different person altogether now that Anna was confined .

"Hey, I know you want my daughter dead, but even for an ugly monster, your attitude is unacceptable," George replied with a tone filled with disdain. He looked down at Reign, showing no signs of fear.

Was this the same cowardly person as before?

"She came all the way here just to save you. You'd be dead by now if that old man found you. She killed him for you, even fed you, and you didn't even say thank you once," George added sharply.

"Fuck off, I never asked her to do that. She's the one who's been forcing herself on me," Reign retorted, clicking his tongue.

George locked gazed with him and sighed. "You're just a child," he added.

Reign was stunned after hearing him figured it out.

Kidnapped as a child, he had spent years in a laboratory, forced to mature through pain and violence. But, deep inside, he lacked the experiences necessary to mature into an actual teenager.

"Do you want me to tell you the story of how I met her mother?" George opened up.

"Nope, why should I?" Reign shook his head.

"Hey, just listen. It's not like you're doing anything," George insisted.

'I know it, Anna inherited her stubbornness from her father, 'he sighed to himself and decided to listen. He might learn a thing or two.