The Invincible Full-Moon System - Chapter 1888 1888: Slaughter Under the Rain (2)

A pack of wolves in the wild is a cursorial predator.

It’s in their innate constitution to become an endurance hunter.

However, the same could not be said for werewolves. As Supernatural beings tied to wolves, they can be endurance hunters, but their instincts have evolved beyond it. More perfect. Instead, they had become apex predators adapted not for the long chase, but for the ambush and the brutal immediacy of direct confrontation.

No need to wear down the enemy when no living being could match them in stamina.

And tonight, Rex had taken that approach.

Strength. Element of surprise. Rain. Every single thing tonight supported him to do exactly that.

Rex doesn’t have the patience to wait and go through the regular channels to get what he wanted—like he did in the Spirit Realm. It had always been a race against time. But this time, perhaps because it involved Adhara, he felt it a little bit more.

Every single passing second is sheer agony to him.

A notification alerting him of Adhara’s death could appear at any second.

He poured blood and sweat to save Nivellen because he owed her for protecting him from Chaos.

But it was different with Adhara.

He recalled how strong-willed she was. How beautiful she is when she’s angry. And how the fire of passion behind her eyes never waned. And to think that those things would be taken away from him made him mad.

Rex owed her more than gratitude for keeping him sane through everything that had happened since university. He had also promised to keep her safe. Adhara was the closest thing he had to a confidant—the one person he could tell anything.

There’s nothing he won’t do for her.

No matter how cruel. How immoral. He would do it if it meant to keep her safe.

More importantly, he hadn’t told her that she had done well as the Female Alpha.

He knew what had happened while he was away.

Evelyn and Gistella didn’t miss a single detail. He knew how Adhara went to stall Sven so that Princess Selene and her forces wouldn’t get any support, and she did it successfully. And she also knew that she had even learned something from Sven.

As a Female Alpha who would be the strongest while he was away, she did really well.

It was especially so since she didn’t have that much help from him.

Rex wanted to say that to her, knowing how much hearing those words from him would mean for her.

And to do that, she needed to survive the Lunirich Gods.

So, when an opportunity came to his doorstep like tonight, he wouldn’t hesitate to take it.

After all, Zev was not a certainty. He could fail to deliver. And there’s also the matter with the Sudden Quest. Every passive skill, every stolen ability he claimed through devouring, the System would make them his permanently.

His goal was the mastery of the God Realm’s dominant energy.

It was guaranteed through the sudden quest.

So, his focus should be on getting useful passive skills and skills from the devoured.

Pale Defenders are great candidates, but there’s no wrong in expanding the selection menu.

Rex scanned the entire warehouse area and marked all the people he needed to kill. And after devouring Shadow’s corpse and obtaining the Stealth Oustification, which would last for only ten hours, he snuck away in silence.

He became practically untraceable with the Steel Oustification.

None of his abilities could hide his presence well, and this complemented that weakness.

Rex wanted to eliminate the ones underground first, but the item required to reach them without passing through the main entrance was expensive. He was fifteen million gold short. Normally, this would be a big problem.

Acquiring that sum would’ve been a pain to do.

But that wasn’t the case in the God Realm.

Killing the Godlings didn’t give him a few hundred thousand gold. Millions dropped from each kill.

Rex went to the backyard and snuck into one of the two portals back there.

Not expecting his appearance, the thugs inside the cramped space were taken aback.

Rex’s black steel claws reached their throats and carved out their hearts before they could do anything.

And before the blood even touched the floor, he already placed them into the inventory.

His slaughter continued into the backyard, where a handful of thugs were stationed. Both of them were bored, distracted, killing time with a game. Something rarely happened in Silverbell Street after what had happened in the past, so they weren’t really alert.

Especially since the one in charge was on the other side.

Rex approached at a moderate pace.

Not one of them sensed him thanks to the Stealth Oustification that made his presence feather-light.

Additionally, the heavy downpour also hid everything about him.

Even if he was humming or singing as he approached these thugs, they wouldn’t notice him.

At least not until his claws were already on their necks.

Rex killed the wandering thug inside the warehouse. With the gold he had amassed, he purchased the item needed to slip into the underground room, where he dispatched every single thug he could find in the underground chamber.

From below, he watched Roger walk past—then slipped out and finished off the rest.

It was done smoothly.

Not even one thug managed to put up a fight.

It was not that they were weak. They simply never expected a customer to be the one attacking them—nor that this particular customer would somehow know about the hidden portals tucked into every corner of the warehouse.

And now, before Roger realized it, he was the only survivor.

“It’s a good night for a rain, don’t you think?” Rex asked while still basking under the downpour.

“What…?” Roger stared at Rex in stunned silence, and then he blinked his eyes—and gritted his teeth. “You did this? You are the one who killed all of them?! I don’t understand. I thought we already settled our differences.”

One of his underlings offended Rex, but he had already made amends.

And Rex also looked like he had pardoned the transgression by breaking Ardi’s wrist.

Yet, for some reason, he came back and massacred everyone.

“Yes, we had settled our differences.”

“Then why—?!”

“Just being at the wrong place at the wrong time,” Rex opened his eyes and tilted his head down. His blazing crimson eyes that seemed to glow brighter under the heavy rain stared at Roger, and there was a deadly light behind them. “Besides… Is there any need for a reason to kill? What if I simply want to do it?”

“I see…” Roger’s face contorted grimly.

He drew his intricately beautiful green sword from its sheath and then held it with both hands.

Despite his stone-cold face, ready to fight, his heart was pounding inside.

‘What in the world is he…?’ A bead of cold sweat drizzled down Roger’s face. ‘Forget about him being able to slip past my senses and massacring my people. How is he emanating this much killing intent? He looked young and felt young. So, how?’

Roger’s brows furrowed together.

He had killed billions of people with his sword. In his realm, his bloodlust is unmatched.

But for some reason, the killing intent coming from Rex dwarfed his.

‘I doubt he had killed that many more than me,’ Roger’s eyes widened. ‘Had he… Had he wounded a God?’

Rex saw a realization dawning on Roger’s face.

“You don’t have to do a thing.” Rex turned, his attention settling on the last survivor like an afterthought. “You have nothing I want, and I’m not planning to kill you. Just do nothing. Resume your day as you normally would.” A single finger circled lazily, indicating the death, the blood, the silence. “Forget that this has ever happened.

“I’m still new to this realm. A visitor. I don’t want any trouble.” He added.

Ironic that Rex confessed that he doesn’t want any trouble after what he did to the other thugs.

But it was the truth.

It was also the truth that he didn’t plan to kill Roger.

From Roger’s stat window, there’s no skill or passive skill that enticed Rex.

He is a swordsman. A sword master. And everything that he has revolved around a sword, which doesn’t match Rex’s fighting style at all. Perhaps it was the werewolf in him talking, but he does not like using a weapon unless it’s clawed gloves or it’s absolutely necessary.

More importantly, he had enough bodies to complete the Sudden Quest.

Killing Roger isn’t necessary.

“You know that I can’t do that,” Roger clenched his sword tighter and got into his battle stance. Green energy flowed from his core to his arms, and then it coated the sword. “It may not look like it, but those people you killed… I treasured them. And for that, I can’t turn the other way.”

“Shame…” Rex spread his arms. “Come. I’ll make it quick.”

“Five Sword Air-cutting Hurricane. First form!”

Swoosh—!

Like a sharp wind, Roger devoured the distance between them in an instant and reached Rex.

Even though the ground was slippery due to the smooth surface and the rain, it didn’t hinder his speed.

“Five Sword Thrust!”

Roger gathered his energy into the tip of the sword and made a vicious thrust. His sword slipped past Rex’s defense and stabbed into the stomach—but it was stopped by a reddish energy. One that he could see but couldn’t feel.

‘He’s a visitor. That means he’s not adept in this realm’s energy. I can win!’

Smirking, Roger twisted the sword, and the sound of shattering glass echoed.

From the tip of the sword, energy fanned outward—splashing into five spinning swords that converged on Rex from every direction at once. ‘He can’t sense my energy, I’m sure. He’s a visitor,’ Roger thought; his eyes flashed with sudden excitement. ‘His only advantage was ambush. In a direct fight, he’s weak!’

It was a mistake for Rex to tell him about that.

Now, Roger is going to make good use of that glaring weakness.

But things aren’t that simple.

Clang—!

His eyes widened.

Right when the other five spinning swords were about to strike Rex from all angles, his body suddenly twisted unnaturally. His reaction was phantom-like, and before Roger knew it, all of the spinning swords were parried.

Some even shattered.

Once the reddish energy freed his sword, the momentum threw him forward.

Gritting his teeth, he spun and lashed out with his sword. His attacks came in perfect sequence—each slash precise, each strike heavy with intent. His flowing movements spoke of mastery, of years spent in devotion to the blade. It was not enough.

Rex clapped his hands together, catching the descending sword between his palms.

Five more swords splashed out, but the same thing happened.

All were parried.

“Making use of my weakness. Smart.” Rex stood upright and smiled—exposing his sharp canines. “But do you really think I won’t think of a way to mitigate that weakness?”

Roger blinked, and it was then that he realized the rain couldn’t reach Rex.

It stopped an inch away, like there was some kind of barrier.

Naturally, it was the Law of Misdirection.

Rex couldn’t sense the attacks coming, but the moment they struck the Law he had layered across his body, he could react. The Law bought him only a fraction of a second—the attacks could cut through it almost instantly, but with his extreme reaction speed, a fraction was all he needed.

A flying golden disc that had been lurking came in fast from the side.

It struck the stunned Roger from the side, breaking a few ribs and forcing blood out of the mouth.

“You should’ve done nothing,” Rex slowly transformed into his monstrous form under Roger’s shocked gaze. “But it’s too late now.”

Meanwhile, Bellana bit her lower lip and went through the portal again.

She knew that she was supposed to find out where the portal led to in the Cavity, but she couldn’t help herself. Rex said he forgot something in the car, but it was clearly a lie. And it had been some time, and he still hadn’t come back.

“Just what is he doing?” Bellana thought aloud.

Carefully, she walked out of the private chamber and headed to the main gate.

And when she emerged on the other side, her breath was caught in her throat.

“Can’t heed others’ warning, huh? Let me tell you this… Curiosity can get you killed, you know.”