Chapter 78: Bloodbath

As Reign approached the tall walls of the laboratory, he moved with the stealth of a hunter. Each steps was placed with utmost care, his movements fluid and silent against the backdrop of the night.

Above him, the spotlights cast their searching beams across the perimeter, a consistent surveillance that threatened to expose him if he made a mistake.

But Reign was too smart for this type of defense mechanism.

With a mind sharpened by his innate IQ and keen observation, he memorized the patterns of the lights, finding the gaps, and, moving closer.

Timing was everything.

He waited for the moment when the spotlight swung away, leaving a brief window of opportunity.

In that fleeting moment, he darted forward, his body blending seamlessly with the darkness as he made his way closer to the wall.

Standing before the walls of the laboratory, he realized just how imposing they were.

They towered above him, taller than even the walls of the mental hospital he had encountered before.

Not only were they higher, but they also felt sturdier, built to withstand any intrusion or attack.

So now a new problem arises

It was too high to jump in his current position.

Vertical Jump and Box Jump were totally different.

In Vertical Jump, he could start running from a distance and gain momentum, meaning he could reach his maximum height with enough momentum build up.

But he was avoiding detection, so that was a big no-no.

With his current jumping power, a box jump wouldn't work either because his legs did not have enough power to jump that high without a head start.

'Let's see,' he thought to himself, measuring the right length of claw he needed to climb the wall without making too much noise.

It had to be short enough to avoid generating a clinking sound, but long enough to get stable hold on the wall.

After founding the right length, he extended his hand, revealing the gleaming, razor-sharp claws that adorned his fingertips.

Then, he dug the claws into the rough surface of the wall, finding gap in the cracks and crevices

With each upward movement, he propelled himself higher, his muscles flexing as he ascended the vertical surface.

The metal of his claws scraped against the cement wall, a sound lost amidst the night's embrace as he made steady progress to the top.

When he reached the edge, he decided to let go of one of his claws.

'So that mine was one owned by this very same gang,' he mused to himself with a smirk.

To think that he had indirectly destroyed one of their labs left him with a sense of amusement. It seemed fate had a peculiar sense of humor, and Reign was more than happy to play along.

He continued to observe the barracks first. There were 20 people inside, so taking them all at once would cause too much commotion.

Fortunately, he found a gap in their defenses.

With the comfort room situated in a separate location, he decided to bide his time and lay in wait along the path leading to it.

He concealed himself in the shadows, ready to pounce on whoever was unlucky enough to leave the barracks.

His plan was simple: to reduce their numbers before launching a full-scale attack.

It was a calculated strategy, one that played to his strengths and ensured maximum efficiency in dismantling the enemy's defenses.

After a couple of minutes, three people finally emerged from the barracks, chatting casually as they walked along the path.

They were laughing and talking about lewd stuffs, and discussing how they would spend their monthly salary on poker games and hiring hookers to satisfy their desires.

Unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows, they continued their conversation until they passed an area with no lights.

Suddenly, a swift whooshing sound cut through the air.

Before they could react, their chests caved in as a hard projectile pierced through them, leaving them no time to even cry out in pain.

Their hearts were crushed, and they immediately stumbled and collapsed on the floor, dead.

Seeing his attack succeed without a hitch, Reign quickly picked up the dead bodies and brought them to a dark corner.

He then started devouring them, and when he was finished, he waited for the next set of victims.

Few more people left the barracks, and after his 10th kill, the others became suspicious.

But it was too late.

Reign was now more confident, and he entered the barracks through the window which surprise everyone.

After that, he used Claw Bullets to end everyone's lives, targeting fatal areas to ensure a quick and merciful death.

It was a one-sided massacre, a bloodbath.

'That's what you get for relaxing too much,' Reign thought to himself.

Their laid-back attitude had been a blessing in disguise.