<h4>Chapter 125 Notice </h4>


    [825 GTs bonus]?",


    He would be very surprised if this wasn''t rted to the "informant" Brant spoke about. He had questioned thetter on some things on the way here, but he hadn''t been able to find out much.


    All he knew was that the informant, too many people, was more likely an organization rather than just a single person. In this entire region, therge path of forest they had begun calling the Amazonian Wilds, they had their hands in many pies.


    When Ss asked why it was that they called them by the singr, Brant said it was because everyone was contacted by the same androgynous voice, spoken by the same person every single time. But they found it hard to ept that a single person could have such a wide array of knowledge, it didn''t make sense.


    This aside, he had already been targeted twice, and even though this wasn''t a direct assault against him, it was hard for him to separate the matter entirely. This truly felt like the third time.


    It couldn''t be a coincidence. He didn''t believe in such coincidences.


    This was all to say that whether he killed all these people or not, it was likely that these attacks would still keeping. But letting them go might lower the casualty count.


    Rakk frowned when he heard Ss'' words.


    Why had hee here? Obviously, it was to conquer this city. He had the warriors and the personal skill, so long as he found a city of his own, his strength would skyrocket.


    Casstle Main was perfect. It had invested too much into advancement and not enough into personal strength. If he became its City Lord, it would be a melding of two strengths into a true superpower. He had paid quite a pretty penny just to get this information, but now…


    This Ss was truly a wrench in his ns.


    Right now, not having a city wasn''t a big deal. There were many who would probably bide their time, finding the perfect location before attempting a City Stele Quest. Very soon, the difference between those who controlled cities, or were among the top echelons of one, and those who weren''t, would be akin to the haves and have-nots of this world.


    He couldn''t allow himself to be among the have-nots.


    Should he…?


    Rakk narrowed his eyes and suddenly put two and two together. Inwardly, he sneered. Clearly, Ss was afraid of what might happen to the vige during their stampede. Why not press on that weakness?


    "Go." He said in a gruff voice.


    The two Trolls to his back charged toward the vige.


    Ss fell into silence.


    The ground shook beneath their heavy steps, the roar of nging armor and shifting Aether riding the wind and buffeting the trees.


    He had experienced a lot in this world since he came. The others had experienced three months, and he had experienced just over a week. It was only recently that his Soft Gene State finally ran out.


    Despite this, he hadn''t really experienced many emotions. The closest he got was when he meditated on his Madness, but there was a difference between recalling memories and experiencing something first hand.


    When he killed, his baseline of emotions didn''t shift either. He simply did what he felt would garner him the best oue.


    But right now, standing in silence and letting the cool night air lick against his skin…


    He suddenly felt angry.


    He could see Rakk''s intentions in his eyes, the implicit threat that was the undercurrent of his words.


    It was the logical thing to do, smart, even. To target your opponent''s weakness and capitalize on it. It was something that Ss himself had done several times already in his short time in this world.


    However, on one side, there was his logic.


    And on the other, there was something all too rare and nigh foreign to him.


    He suddenly felt that he understood those snakes, losing themselves in battle, in rage, in lust.


    It was Madness.


    A ring of red appeared about Ss'' green irises as his Comprehension billowed out in waves.


    Grumlok the troll had already appeared before him, swinging down its club with a mighty momentum. The air pressure stung and the wind swing. With the way the moonlight caught the edge of it, one would have almost thought that it was a falling meteor from the skies, heating up beneath the rage of its sheer speed.


    BANG!


    Grumlok''s head exploded, a spear appearing out the back of its skull.


    A Trembling Spear, its de vibrating with fouryered Units of Aether, shone in the night sky.


    BOOM!


    It left a trail of exploding air in its wake as it elerated, appearing before Rakk in what felt like an instant.


    Rakks'' pupils constricted. His ck irises seemed to be a whirlpool of sinking shock. Quickly, his Aether circted and an borate shield of silver and blue appeared before him, but the spear tore through it in an instant.


    The FFF+ elite used the split moment to raise his staff, ready to retaliate with the spear suddenly exploded, breaking into countless shards that pelted the surroundings.


    Rakk felt as though he had been hit by a truck, but little did he know how lucky he was that the spear''s Durability had finally given out.


    With Madness, Ss'' telekinesis could output a Physical of 121. But with the +200% Strength Effectiveness given by the Trembling Spear, its effective Strength just now was over 350.


    Ss took a step forward, the sword he was wielding with his telekinesis rising up into the air before the spear wielding woman and suddenly jetting out.


    He threw a fist, one that was perfectly timed. An illusory green punch following the butt of the sword, driving it into the woman''s chest and through her defenses as though they were nothing more than Swiss cheese.


    Without even looking toward them, two spears rose into the air, a flood of Aether making them shake and quake. With every second that ticked by, they lost a point of Durability, but he didn''t seem to notice.