Reborn: Apocalypse - Volume 2 46 Chapter 93 - Monster

When Micheal heard that the Commander had died, he could only really describe his emotions in one way.

Almost zero interest.

Commander Hunter was an A Ranker that was listed in the Main Cl.u.s.ter Ranking List, among the top 10,000 A Rankers in existence in the Main Cl.u.s.ter. His particular ranking was at 987th.

While this ranking might not seem particularly high, it placed him among the strongest warriors of humanity when it came to the First Layer. There were more than 1 billion people in the First Layer now, though most of that billion were newcomers that were just now flooding towards the Main Cl.u.s.ter.

That meant Hunter was a man that you'd see every 1 in 100,000 to 1 in 1,000,000 people. While some of that might be dependent on luck and the Abilities he used, it placed the Commander at a level that Micheal currently couldn't handle outright.

Micheal definitely was no longer weak. But when it came to frontal combat, his biggest advantage was his foreknowledge and ability to prepare.

And when it came to the Commander, Micheal had only learned the man's chief Ability within the last hour. He knew nothing about the man's personality, skills, or experience. The Commander wasn't a major figure in his past life, none of Micheal's future knowledge was relevant.

And someone that could kill the Commander without giving him a chance to call for help… that someone was likely to be even stronger.

'Internal betrayal, external conflicts, maybe even a Pack of Abnormals that took him by surprise or a Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai…' Michael silently shook his head. There were so many possible ways to get killed, it wasn't something he should b.u.t.t into.

He would help those that he could when they were before him, but he couldn't afford to let himself chase after every person that needed help. He didn't have the time, and needed to work towards the big picture. Getting sidetracked constantly would vastly slow his progress and could indirectly cause millions of humans to die.

"What?! He's dead?!" Borial took the news poorly, his face going pale. All of the guards that were still in the vicinity reacted similarly, including the two Enforcer Team Leaders that were with Micheal.

"Yes sir, it's been confirmed several times over." The guard reporting breathlessly said, her breathing ragged,

"He was with two Enforcer Teams, and both squads were wiped out as well. Enforcer Tyro and Enforcer Kelly."

Borial put his hands over his eyes, groaning as if in physical pain. After a second, the Sub-Commander spun to face the Directive Storage Room.

"The intruder must've found something here about the Commander and it led to his death! Oh my, oh my, oh my. My precious data has betrayed me." Sub-Commander Borial collapsed to the floor, looking as if he took a physical blow as he settled on one knee.

"Emissary Heron, you were right!" The man looked like he was about to cry as he motioned at Micheal.

Micheal watched all of this, at a complete loss.

'I… I definitely did not cause the Commander to die…' This incident had nothing to do with him, yet he somehow felt as if he was at fault, Sub-Commander Borial's wretched state not helping.

If information that was stolen under his watch actually did lead to the death of Commander Hunter, it was likely he would be heavily punished. If the Sub-Commander couldn't even capture the intruder… well, it wouldn't look good for him at all, even if he wasn't at fault.

Micheal glanced at a nearby clock. It was nearly dawn. He frowned for a moment, the unexpected development throwing him off kilter.

'What would a real Emissary do?' After a moment's thought, he mentally sighed.

"Where's the scene of the crime?" He stood up, his voice containing a hint of steel as he looked at the downed Sub-Commander.

Borial stared back up at him.

"I'm an Emissary from the HQ, remember? I needed to talk to your Commander for my investigation. His death might be related to my case." Micheal didn't have much choice in the matter. If he did anything else, it would look extremely suspect. His original excuse for being here was because he wanted to talk to the absent Commander.

"Yes! Thank you, Emissary!" The man clung to Micheal's words like a stranded man at sea clings to a life vest, his voice hoa.r.s.e. The Sub-Commander got back to his feet, his fists clenched.

"Everyone! a.s.sist the Emissary! We will find this killer!"

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A short amount of time later…

"My G.o.d…" Micheal muttered out loud as he looked at the scene before him.

What he saw was a scene from a horror movie.

Blood, shards of bone, bits of guts, and the like were splattered everywhere atop a previously white stone rooftop. The stench of death was overwhelming, such that several of the guards that arrived immediately ran to the edge and hurled their guts over the long metal rail that covered it.

Dozens of bodies had been obliterated into mush at the center of this roof, one of the more inhumane scenes Micheal had ever come upon. It was as if a giant beast had come through and destroyed more than 20 men and women, crus.h.i.+ng them with abandon.

Even with his years of experience in the 7 Layers, scenes like this were very rare.

"The Commander was on a mission, both training and hunting with two of the newer Enforcer Teams. There was rumour of a new Nest cropping up near here." Sub-Commander Borial stood next to Micheal as the duo looked over the rooftop, his voice morose. More than 30 armed men and women were currently blocking off the 4 bridges that led here, keeping the area secure.

The early morning light gleamed over the horizon, only making the scene seem even eerier.

"He's in… there?" Micheal waved vaguely at the mess.

Borial nodded, his face still pale.

Micheal began to walk around the scene, the frown on his face only becoming deeper. While scenes like this were very uncommon, this wasn't the worst he'd seen before.

He studied the placement of the gore, looking at where places had been disturbed, where bodies that still bore a resemblance to a human could be seen.

In particular, he noted that there were three Morenkai corpses here as well, all ripped apart. Whatever had killed them must've had an incredible amount of grip strength, to be able to tear apart skin that could block bullets.

'Well, there's only really two options.' He thought, rubbing his chin as he knelt down, his eyes zeroing in on one particular body.

It was what looked like an 18 or 19-year-old with half of their face still present. He could just barely make out an expression on the man's face, one that seemed to be in horror. It was hard to tell with all the gruesome injuries on the man's body.

'It's either a Monster Cla.s.s or an extremely powerful and insane serial killer.' If it was a Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai, the scene around him would make sense. Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai didn't care for their own kind and would slaughter anything in their path. Typically, anyway. It was hard to predict what they would do.

If it was an insane serial killer, well, the same mostly applied. It was hard to predict what insane people would do. While cases like Xavier's were excessively rare, there were tens of millions of people in the Main Cl.u.s.ter. Anything could happen.

There was also a slight chance of some force or group trying to send a message. Michael didn't find that one too likely, given that very few people would want to provoke the Angels Arcadia, and the strength required to kill a powerful A Ranker without giving him a chance to call for help was extraordinary.

He frowned beneath his mask, sighing.

'Let's hope its not a Monster Cla.s.s.'

There were few things more annoying or dangerous to run into in the Main Cl.u.s.ter than a Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai.

They were abnormally powerful, far more so than regular Abnormals.

For, each one was a unique individual.

Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai were intelligent, vicious predators. Unlike regular Abnormals or normal Morenkai, Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai could form coherent thoughts. They were cunning and savage, able to understand and make complex plans. Their thought process was alien, and they were nigh impossible to communicate with.

Even worse… their lifespan didn't seem to fade away like regular Morenkai. This led to several experienced Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai existing, ones that evaded capture and spread slaughter.

Each Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai was labeled a natural disaster and jointly hunted by every organization. Even the Nightrunners, when they were in the midst of their abhorrent plans to use human lives to feed their Permanent Nests, still worked with other organizations to hunt down Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai.

'I need to reform another Bulldozer Impact.' Micheal made the judgement instantly, realizing he was dangerously exposed. He currently only had a single Bulldozer Impact stored up, his other two slots empty.

'If one attacks me, how do I escape…?' He began to go over a few contingency plans he'd made in more detail.

Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai was incredibly rare. For every million regular Morenkai, there might not even be a single Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai. He hadn't expected to have any real chance of encountering one so soon.

'If it's a Monster Cla.s.s, it's probably targeting all of the strong Rankers it can find. If it's a serial killer, the motives are still unknown.' The Morenkai wouldn't care what force or group one was with, while a serial killer could be killing for any reason.

As he made this final judgement, Micheal stood up, walking back over to where Sub-Commander Borial was standing. A few guards were currently talking to the man in an animated fas.h.i.+on.

He waved at the man as he came over, catching his attention. The Sub-Commander broke off his discussion with the guards, meeting Micheal halfway.

"Sub-Commander, have there been any incidents of other Commanders or important figures suffering deaths in recent time?" Micheal jumped straight to the point, asking a question. The data Micheal had gleaned from the Directive Storage Room hadn't focused on things like that, but if anyone would know, the datobsessed Sub-Commander Borial would be aware.

Borial thought for a moment before replying,

"Just last week, Commander Banksy from the Blue Pavillion Branch was killed, but we haven't been made aware of the details. Sub-Commander Tarmo of the Red Winter Branch was killed a few days before that, but they also didn't didn't share anything with us. The only other thing I can think of is that Commander Borko of the Rhino s.h.i.+eld Branch was said to have been attacked a few weeks ago, but, again, no details." Borial's voice was full of frustration.

It was common for the other Branches to remain secretive when they were attacked or injured. The environment between Branches was fiercely compet.i.tive, with each one operating like their own mini-city, sharing only when they had to as mandated by the higher-ups in Arcadia.

"Oh, I also heard the Nightrunners underwent a string of deaths last month from their own Commander-equivalent Cell Captains. Apart from that, there haven't been any major incidents recently, though who knows what will happen when Head Cameron finally keels over." The Sub-Commander didn't let Micheal down, answering his question.

As he heard this, Micheal tapped on his Spatial Ring, withdrawing a complete map of the territory of the Angels Arcadia. He traced his finger on the map, finding the location of the Blue Pavilion Branch, the Red Winter Branch, and the Rhino s.h.i.+eld Branch.

He then traced a line from those three Branches to the territory of the Nightrunners, on the east side of the Main Cl.u.s.ter.

What he found was a nearly straight line.

When he saw that, he was fully convinced.

"It's a Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai." He spoke aloud, his voice fully confident.

"Huh?!" The Sub-Commander stared back at him, his eyes wide,

"Are you sure?!"

"Almost 100%. There's a small chance the killer is a human, but this string of incidents and the fact that they are in a direct line makes it appear like a Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai's actions. You will need to send in a report immediately, this is something for the Supreme A Rankers to handle." Micheal replied, nodding his head.

"Even if its a human, the power displayed here is far beyond what can be handled simply."

"But… that means it wasn't related to the intruder?" Borial stuttered out a response, his eyes suddenly burning with hope. If the intruder that had broken in had nothing to do with the Commander's death, he would likely only be lightly punished.

"Yes, the incidents appear to be unrelated. I'm certain of that." Micheal nodded, his voice stern,

"But we can't afford to delay! Every second is vital!"

Sub Commander Borial took Micheal's words to heart, immediately barking out orders as he called over some of his men. In a short period of time, several messages were sent along the internal network the Angels Arcadia controlled, reporting everything.

Micheal stared over at the mess of bodies as the Sub-Commander worked, his heart pounding.

'I need to go, and I need to go now.' This had become far more dangerous than he antic.i.p.ated. He couldn't afford to get held up. He needed to find and kill the Black Witch before he was noticed.

Morenkai were said to feed off the life force of humans. People with high Points values naturally would have a much higher life force for the Morenkai to devour, with stronger people looking more attractive. Some Abnormals and Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai could sense that difference. The one here, targeting powerful individuals, seemed to be that type.

His Grandmaster Sword Mastery… that was an Ability with an abhorrently high Points value, though it technically couldn't be purchased from the Shop. There were certain Abilities that could copy other Abilities, so he was well aware that if he died, his Ability would cause his death to drop a gargantuan number of Points. It was, after all, an extremely high tier Ability that wasn't even supposed to exist down here.

If the Monster Cla.s.s Morenkai caught his trail… he might be able to detect it, but he would never be able to lose it.

He was well rested, the nap he took after cultivating leaving him refreshed. He had all the intel he needed. There was no reason to delay.

'That and Arcadia will be aware of my presence now.' Even if they knew he was here, it wasn't the end of the world yet. There are so many divisions and groups in Arcadia with secretive info, they wouldn't be able to tell he was a fake yet.

'Let's go.' His eyes flashed as he began focused back on the Sub-Commander, about to inform the man he was leaving,

"…"

As all of this happened, several thousand meters away unbeknownst to Micheal, tucked up underneath a random lounge outcropping, an alabaster-white skinned Morenkai could be seen. This Morenkai was quite small, about the size of a slightly tall human. Its featureless face was the same as all other Morenkai.

Around this creature, a very faint, glowing white Aura could be seen, clinging tightly to its body. This Aura gave off a unique feeling…

A feeling of strength, of power, of pure, raw, unconfined might.

A feeling of energy so physically strong it could not be contained in the creature's body.

"Kkktthh…Kkktthh…Kkktthh…" A low, repeated rumbling sound escaped from a pair of thin lips that appeared on its face as a mouth opened up slightly, revealing a row full of hundreds of gleaming, dagger-like teeth. Morenkai rarely showed their mouths, even when they were in the midst of combat.

Abruptly, the Morenkai's head jarringly twisted, its entire body tensing up as it looked out into the distance, its face pointed in a straight line to where Micheal was currently standing…

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