Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3154

Chapter 3154 Father (Part 2)

The hunger had forced him to hunt, and after every successful ambush, he had learned something new about his condition.

"I've practiced magic with the tutorial for just a few hours, yet I knew how to cancel my smell, presence, and even how to soften the ground upon my passage. Otherwise, with the heavy ass I got, the animals would have heard me coming from a mile away." Derek thought.

"I knew when and where to strike. Yet I've never hunted my whole life. Heck, I'd never left the city. All this situation is off. It's like I've become a different person." He looked at his Voidwalker armor as it absorbed the blood instead of cleaning it, bringing it in contact with the Void's body to feed him.

Once back at the camp, Derek sat down on the biggest rock he could find and kept mulling over the mystery at hand.

"I know who I am. I'm Derek McCoy from Earth. I killed my father and raised my brother Carl like my son. I lost him to a spoiled rotten piece of shit called Chris Wainright." His voice grew louder and angrier with every word he spoke until only a savage growl remained.

"I attended my brother's funeral. I got stage four lung cancer. I avenged my brother and killed even cancer." He laughed at his own joke, yet it was a wry and mirthless sound. "Then the alien ship. The hunger, the madness until an energy spear stabbed me into… this."

The Void waved at his body.

"I'm definitely not an undead as they are described in Dungeons & Looting rulebooks or Earth's lore. My powers rise with the sun and go down with it. I'd say I've reincarnated into a Fire Dragon, but I'm too small and look nothing like a Dragon.

"The real question, however, is not who I am but if I care. I've died twice, I can do it again. This place so far is nothing much and this hunger sure is a nice incentive to leave." Just like upon his original arrival on Mogar, Derek's first thought was about leaving.

To take another spin at reincarnation and hope for better luck. Yet unlike twenty years ago, now there was no family or possible future in sight to steer his judgment. There was only his equipment.

"Also, where the fuck does this stuff come from? Who was the guy whose body I've overtaken? What-" Derek heard a whimper and turned around with lightning-fast reflexes, calling Ragnar?k to his aid.

It was then that the whimper repeated and Derek noticed it came from his right hand.

Even with all the blood collected during the night hunt, the scabbard had turned almost entirely black. Only a few red dots remained and the angry blade quivered in pain.

"What's wrong, buddy?" For some reason, Derek felt bad for Ragnar?k, which was weird.

Not because ego weapons were supposed to be bad. Not because they had met for less than a day. It was weird because Derek wasn't used to feeling anything. After Carl's death, the fires of revenge had kept him alive but after killing Chris, even that was gone.

The Void was true to his name, feeling nothing and wishing for nothing.

"Pain." Ragnar?k whined. "So much pain."

"Are you in pain?" Derek asked in surprise.

"Always." The agonizing blade actually meant: "Always when you are in your Abomination form" but Derek took it literally.

"I hear you, buddy. Ever since I woke up, I'm always hungry. Is there anything I can do for you?"