Death to the Culprits!!!

Have you ever felt so alone?

Have you ever felt like you were in a place you did not belong, like everything you do is meaningless?

Have you ever felt like you had nothing connecting you to the planet beneath your feet?

Have you ever felt like you lost your purpose?

As Leo looked around at the dead bodies around him, he felt exactly that way.

In his previous life, he hadn't felt the warmth of family, having been born in an orphanage.

In this life, he thought he would feel it. Having vowed to protect Little Shawn after their parents died, his mind was blank, as he held his dead body.

Minutes turned into hours, as Leo sat there listlessly in the cold darkness, feeling the urge to end it right there.

The last remnants of his rationality held him back, as he stood up and started to painstakingly build graves for all the even remotely complete corpses in the village.

As he buried the villagers, he saw many familiar faces.

The Aunty who regularly gave him and Little Shawn snacks...

Ralph, who always did his duties diligently without complaint...

The uncle who always advertised his daughter towards Leo...

Old Man Bryan, who seemed to have seen more of the world than everyone else in the village...

Even the Village Head, who was greedy and opportunistic.

Leo diligently buried everyone. And by the time he was done, the rain had stopped and the sun was rising from the horizon.

As he was burning Little Shawn, his clenched his jaw.

When he was done, he stood still in the village square, his eyes turning darker and darker.

As it was said, a man should not cry. Leo did not cry, but the rage that overflowed from him was enough to fill the Yangtze river!

'I swear with every breath left in me. I will destroy every single Aberration I see, EVEN IF IT TAKES A HUNDRED YEARS!!"

Leo's eyes gleamed dangerously.

If the Devil Emperor found out that the extermination of their race was brought about because of the destruction instinct of a foolish Tier One Aberration,

he would probably spit a mouthful of blood out of anger.

Heart Village consisted of more than a hundred families, close to a thousand people, but they were now dead.

Leo glanced at the attribute panel.

---Energy: 3964%

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A flash of ruthlessness was seen in his eyes.

'They add Energy Points when killed?!

Good; Another reason to destroy them.'

...

A day later.

Two figures shuttled through the village at rapid speeds.

Looking closely, faint lightning bolts were around one of them, while moisture hung around the other.

The figures eventually slowed down, stopping in front of Heart Village.

"This is definitely the place. The Diavolos Aura fills the air. It would be perfect for your combat training." A cold male voice rang out, indifferent to the destruction in front of his eyes.

The one who just spoke was a tall young man, with streaks of silver in his black hair. He had an imposing demeanor, and one could faintly see a small lightning shaped symbol flickering on his forehead.

The other was a beautiful female with blonde hair that also had streaks of silver, though she didn't have the lightning shaped symbol. Her pupils, were fixed on the young man in admiration.

"Armand, are you sure it's completely safe?"

She asked in a soft voice.

You need not worry. I can annihilate even Tier Three Aberrations; not to mention, from this amount of Diavolos Aura, this one is probably weak even among Tier One."

Armand glanced at Phyla and said, pride in his tone.

"Indeed, you are right.

At such a young age, you are just a step away from reaching Peak Official Warlock; you would be able to handle any Aberration that reaches these parts with relative ease.

I shouldn't doubt you."

Phyla commented, with even more admiration in here voice.

Armand nodded in acknowledgment, unaffected.

The two moved into the village with quick steps, noticing the bandit corpses but were surprised at seeing no dead bodies in the village.

The only things present were bloodstains and signs of struggle.

Pinpointing the thickest source of the Diavolos Aura, they were met with mutilated flesh and black blood that were obviously not human.

"It seems to have been taken care of." Armand stated, slightly confused.

As they were surveying the area, they chanced upon the many graves dug behind the village, finally understanding the reason for the absence of bodies.

"It seems there were survivors." Phyla commented.

"But they're obviously gone.

Maybe the Warlock who killed the Aberration was the one who saved them, because it's almost impossible for ordinary people to hide from an Aberration."

Armand muttered in conviction.

The two went back to the village entrance and observed the bandit corpses.