Kill to evolve: A system that demands blood
Chapter 58: Keep you busy

Chapter 58: Keep you busy

Chapter 58

Ronan’s eyes shot to the corridor, fast, scanning for movement, anything. The gas was still thick in places, the red emergency lights barely cutting through it. Then he saw them.

Three figures stepped into view.

Men.

They didn’t wear uniforms. No armor. No visible weapons. Just regular clothing—black boots, dark jeans, plain jackets. At first glance, they looked like anyone you’d pass on the street.

But that aura.

It seeped from them like a slow leak of something foul and wrong. You couldn’t see it, but you felt it—something primal, something wired deep in your brain that screamed danger.

Ezren took a step back, one hand hovering near his side, the glow in his eyes returning.

"What... the hell?" he muttered, squinting. "Are those the only people the sent? I was expecting a fucking army."

On the other hand, Ronan seemed to tense up after seeing the men.

The Eradicators weren’t supposed to look like this. They were science and lab enhanced humans right?

But these three,tbey looked nothing like Ronan had expected. They didn’t twitch or snarl. They didn’t foam at the mouth or drag limbs. No claws. No mutations. They were just... men.

And everything about them felt wrong.

One of them stepped forward, grinning like he was walking into a dinner party.

"It’s an honor to finally meet you, General Aldric," the man said, voice smooth and mocking.

Aldric’s brow arched with casual disinterest. He didn’t reply.

The man continued anyway, voice slick with amusement. "The strongest system user... gracing us with his divine presence. We’re flattered, truly."

Aldric finally smirked. "You’ve got jokes. But you knew we were coming. Specifically, you knew I was coming, isn’t that right?"

The man chuckled and gestured lazily. "We’ve got ears everywhere. Wasn’t hard to figure out that Squad One was sent to wipe us out. And when they assigned you as leader..." He whistled, low and impressed. "We knew it wasn’t just a routine sweep anymore."

"Then you must know," Aldric said, stepping forward now, hands still in his pockets, voice dipped in that cold confidence, "I’m not leaving without your heads."

The man grinned wider, teeth white and sharp behind cracked lips. "Oh, we know. That’s why we were sent."

He turned slightly, gesturing at the others behind him.

"To keep you company."

They lunged.

The air snapped.

Three bodies blurred into motion like launched weapons, fast—faster than any human should’ve been. Ezren barely had a moment to react before instinct took over.

But it was Ronan who moved first.

His hand shot up, palm glowing faintly with that eerie crimson shimmer.

Shield of the Fallen Activated

A thick, dome-like barrier burst to life, rippling outward in a red surge that coated the space behind him. It wrapped around the unconscious team like a cocoon, locking them in stasis. Even Ezren was momentarily pushed back, blinking in shock.

"The hell—?" Ezren muttered, staggering. "You had a skill like that this whole time?!"

No time for answers.

The first attacker was already inches away from Aldric, his fist cocked back with enough force to dent steel.

But Aldric didn’t dodge, didn’t blink, didn’t even flinch.

He simply whispered, "No."

And reality bent.

The man’s arm twisted mid-air. Not broken, reversed. His entire body spiraled with it, as if some invisible law snapped out of place. He was thrown sideways by a force that didn’t obey physics, slamming into the wall with a bone-crunching crash.

The second enemy came for Ronan. No words, no warning, just a blur of violence and speed. But Ronan had already pivoted, sidestepping and letting the man crash into the barrier. The shield flared, absorbing the hit, and for a second, the man was dazed.

Ronan’s hand pulsed again.

Enhanced strength and speed activated.

His punch landed square in the man’s chest, reinforced by the sudden amplification of his system. The attacker was flung backward, coughing violently as he hit the floor and slid several meters.

But the third man was already in motion, and this one was different.

No wasted movement. No flair. Just terrifying speed and precision.

Ezren’s eyes glowed brighter, but even with his Mind Lock state partially active, he couldn’t track the guy.

"He’s fast—!"

Too fast.

But just before the man could reach Ezren and land a hit, Aldric stepped in front of him.

"You really thought you could skip me and go for him?" Aldric asked, almost disappointed.

The man didn’t reply.

He tried to punch.

And time... slipped.

The attack froze mid-air for a split second, enough for Aldric to lean forward and tap the man’s forehead with two fingers.

"Back off."

The man’s body slammed back with the force of an explosion. Not because Aldric touched him hard, but because reality didn’t agree with his approach anymore.

The man bounced once, then crashed into a broken pipe.

But even as he slumped, he grinned.

Blood dripping from his mouth.

They were still smiling, all three of them.

Ronan looked between them and felt a chill crawl up his spine.

These people where insane. They weren’t mindless beasts or mutated killers. These ones knew what they were doing.

"Ezren," Ronan said quietly.

Ezren didn’t respond.

He was staring hard at the three men, calculating.

"You said you expected an army," Ronan continued. "This is the army."

Aldric cracked his neck. "Three men. One just had his insides liquified. One’s probably got cracked ribs. The other’s arm is still tangled in time. This is the army?"

The first man stood again, popping his shoulder back into place like it was just another day.

"Oh, we’re not here to win," he said, grinning.

"We’re here to keep you busy."

Ronan’s expression darkened.

"Keep us busy from what exactly?" Ezren questioned, his tone firm.

"Oh don’t worry kid, the fun’s just starting, the ones who are gonna defeat you-all are yet to arrive."

"You talk too much." Ezren muttered, bringing out his gun and shooting straight to the forehead of the man who was speaking.

The man’s head fell backwards, although he remained standing. Ezren smirked, "that was it? Turns out he was all talk" He said, his tone dripping with mockery and pride.

"That stung kiddo, I’d advise you to put that toy away." The man smirked, his neck cracking slightly as his brought forward his head, and to their horror, the gun wound on his forehead began healing almost instantly, forcing the bullet to fall out like it it’s was nothing.

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