Chapter 62 - 62: Limitations Of Healing
"With a useless attack that can harm you just as much as it can harm me... You're not pretty strong, are you?" Lucifer asked Elisi, frowning. "And you think you can call me a dog with only that much? Disappointing."
Even though Lucifer had spoken calmly, Elisi felt as if he was mocking her. She could feel taunt in his words.
"Why did you all stop! Attack again! There are no civilians here anymore! Kill that bastard!"
The bombardment of attacks once again started at her commands, but this time Lucifer's movement was much swifter.
He once again flew towards Elisi, dodging the attacks.
Another man ran towards him with a flaming fist. The water falling from the sky wasn't enough to stop the fire in his hand since it was not a natural fire, but it was his ability. Lucifer didn't let him get close as he raised a single finger of his right hand, aiming towards the approaching man.
A bolt of pitch-black lightning escaped his finger and hit the head of the man.
Penetrating the man's skull, it passed through, leaving a big hole in his head. Blood kept gushing out of his head as the man's limp body fell.
The man fell on the ground, but since he was moving so fast, even after he fell, his body kept sliding forward because of the forward momentum. The decreased friction because of the rain also contributed to his longer than possible slide.
The fire in his hand had died down, but the blood didn't stop. It kept coming out of his head which mixed with the water, turning it red.
Lucifer didn't stop amidst the barrage of attacks. He kept his eyes on all the attacks as he dodged them all like he was dancing inside the attacks. He was only five meters away from Elisi, ready to grip her neck in his hand as he reached out his hand.
Unfortunately, those last five meters proved to be much difficult to cover as he found himself stuck.
No matter how much he tried, he couldn't move ahead. Instead, he was being pulled back by some mysterious force.
He turned back to find what it was that was pulling him back. Was it the power of a Variant? Why was this power so odd that stopped him from moving ahead?
As he turned back, he noticed a young woman standing with her right hand aimed towards him. Her beautiful blue eyes were shining beautifully, making it evident that she was using her abilities to pull him back with her force.
"That is enough," Lucifer muttered as if commanding his servant while simultaneously raising his hand in return. He tried to use his long-range lightning attack to kill her.
A black bolt of lightning once again appeared and advanced towards the woman, but she didn't look scared for some reason.
"Jack now!" the woman exclaimed, seeing Lucifer's attack come close.
The bolt got close to her and was just about to hit her when a thick sand shield appeared before her, which stopped the bolt of lightning, saving her life.
Lucifer under what had happened. He realized the meaning of her command.
It was another Variant that had used his abilities to save her.
This was the bad thing about teamwork as people could take many roles, which gave them advantages over individuals.
This was also the reason why Hunters went inside the Dungeon with their teams. It helped them face the Monsters when they were weaker since their weaknesses could be covered by their teammates.
Lucifer here was alone. He didn't have a team or anything. He didn't want a team either. He didn't believe anyone to keep close to him as a teammate. He also didn't think that he needed a team because he has faith in his abilities.
He thought less about the dangers to his life and how he could form a team and more about destroying the Research Facility and killing all the scientists that destroyed his life and ruined his childhood even after his parents did so much for humans.
He had formed hate for humans, but his real hatred was towards the scientists. He didn't kill people recklessly. He only killed people that could be an obstruction to him or the ones that he found annoying. So far, he had killed quite a few innocent people as well, but he didn't regret it.
To him, human lives were like ants. He didn't intentionally look to crush them, but when he crushed them, he didn't care. He had detached himself from thinking of others as people like him. To him, monsters were monsters, and humans were monsters. Everyone was a monster.
Also, since he had lost his fear of pain and his senses of fear, he had stopped caring about his life as well. He thought of himself as something that was not human either. Lucifer felt that he was just a puppet now. He couldn't feel pain, and he had no reason to feel happiness or sadness.
The only emotions he had were hate... hate, and disgust for the people. He hated the people that ruined his life, and he hated the people that tried to stop him. He hated everyone that stood in his path as if they were his enemies, even if they were the so-called good guys.
The people that were surrounding him were his enemies as well. Even though they were humans, in his eyes, he was fighting monsters. He was a solo hunter that was facing the monsters of humanity. He was the one who was facing the Monsters that were strong enough to rule the city, but he knew that he had the potential to kill them all.
If they were strong monsters, then all he needed to do was to be a stronger monster. All he needed to do was eradicate everyone that stood in his path.
It didn't matter how many times he had to die. It didn't matter how many times his body was destroyed. Since he had gained the immortal body with the help of Infinite Healing, all he needed was determination, determination to fight, and he could do it. He was like an immortal warrior that could wake up after falling, but his power also had a limitation.
His healing wasn't like everyone else assumed. All abilities had limitations. His healing was godly, but it had its limitations. Fortunately, no one knew about it. Even Lucifer didn't know of his limitations yet.