Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 39 - : SENDING A MESSAGE

"You... What have you done to me?" Jacob asked, bewildered and frightened. He could no longer feel the close connection he had with the water elements. Like a madman, he checked his spells. What he saw could only be described as horror. All his water spells were locked, unable to be used.

[Water Spear - Locked. A god has placed a restriction on the skill. You are unable to use it.]

[Water Bullet - Locked. A god has placed a restriction on the skill. You are unable to use it.]

Jacob was shocked and confused. He had messed with the wrong person, and he knew he had paid severely. Losing his talent was no different than crippling his account, robbing him of any opportunity to rise.

"Please, I beg of you! Show mercy! I promise I will tell you everything you want to know—no, I will serve you for the rest of my life! Please, don't do this to me!" Jacob pleaded, extremely desperate.

Without his talent, he would be no different from the bottom feeders of the game. He couldn't let that happen. He knew what was at stake for those who failed to become strong in Apocalypse—it was a death sentence.

"It's too late. No point in begging now," Nemesis replied coldly.

"To think trash like you is already colluding with the demons... What were you promised? Wealth? Power? What exactly?!" Nemesis's voice was filled with contempt. "It doesn't matter. I will find every last one of you and give you the most miserable death imaginable."

Jacob felt a primal fear at that moment. The cold, merciless look in Nemesis's eyes told him he wasn't bluffing—and he had the strength to back up his words.

"We are doomed. We all are. I was foolish to side with the demons," Jacob muttered, utterly defeated. "Damn Kyle, it's all his fault! I swear I won't let him off easily after this."

"Kyle?" Nemesis's eyes narrowed. "Oh, so you do know each other. Perfect. Send my message to Kyle—his days are numbered."

Jacob could only nod numbly, the pressure exuding from Nemesis too overwhelming to resist.

After the brief exchange, Nemesis swiftly depleted Jacob's HP, his mood still sour.

[Winner: Nemesis of Dark Star Guild]

[Advances to the Semi-Finals]

Soon, Nemesis was teleported out of the arena.

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"Wow, you never told me our guild master was that strong," Charlotte teased Jessica. "With him leading us, life in the guild should be smooth, right? I mean, guild raids should be fun!"

Jessica rolled her eyes, finding Charlotte's teasing excessive.

"Come on, Charlotte, stop being annoying. You know he doesn't join us in raids. Heck, I'm just now realizing how strong he actually is," Jessica muttered, frustrated by how little she knew about their guild master.

"But seriously, controlling someone's spell? I thought he was a swordsman. And did you see how fast he moved? Those wings—are they his talent? Because they look goddamn cool," Charlotte said, still thrilled by the battle.

Jessica, however, was lost in thought. What did he mean by 'god'? And what does he mean by betraying humanity and joining hands with demons?

'I'll have to ask him myself,' she resolved.

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Nemesis was teleported back to the lounge, Scarlett walking toward him. "It's alright, brother, just calm down. Your eyes are golden—what's going on?" she asked softly, caring for her brother.

Nemesis, after seeing his sister, finally calmed down. "It's nothing. I just... I lost it after seeing that fool demonize himself. It won't happen again, I promise," Nemesis swore. "By the way, divinity—I think I used it. I don't know how, but I was able to use divinity. I even sealed Jacob's talent," Nemesis said softly to Scarlett.

"Woah, woah, woah, you weren't lying? You sealed his talent? Bro, that is huge. Can you seal my talent too? No, wait—please don't do that," Odin shouted, looking at Nemesis like he was some god of death.

"I can't seal yours, stupid. It's just because his talent is under my jurisdiction as a god. But he has hope, though. I felt the restriction I placed was weak—not because of the quality of my godhood, but the strength. I'm too low level. A decent god of water can lift my restrictions, I believe," Nemesis said.

"Wow, that's crazy. Guess my enemies are cooked," Gold Goblin said, a smile on his face.

"Not really. I still don't know how to use or control it. My anger got the best of me, and I was in a trance. I wielded it, but honestly, I don't know how to control it and use it as I wish. Plus, unlike mana, divinity points take a lot of time to restore. Although I didn't use much—it was against a measly mortal, after all," Nemesis explained.

"Yo, yo, yo, we are now measly mortals? Shadow, pass me a bucket—I need to cry my eyes out," Odin said, joking but not at the same time, causing everyone to roll their eyes.

"Well, Your Majesty, congratulations on going to the next round," Gold Goblin said.

"Scarlett, or any of you, if you ever come across Kyle, let him qualify by all means," Nemesis said, not even looking at anyone, like he hadn't just dropped a bombshell.

"Why? This is so not fair," Odin muttered once again, his EQ always low.

"Because I want to make a statement. Whenever I meet him, it would be best if it's in the final. Why do you guys think I wear a mask?" Nemesis asked curiously.

"To hide your identity, to prevent them from finding out about you," Gold Goblin said, his eyes watching Nemesis' body movements to catch any abnormalities that might give away his intentions.

"Yes and no. You see, demons will invade our world in the coming future, so we need all the talents we can get. And most of those talents are either the guild masters or executives, with exceptions for those who prefer solo play. Apocalypse isn't just any game—it's a means of survival. What do you think the families and people in power will do when they discover a threat that can challenge their position, and that threat refuses to submit to them?" Nemesis asked the group.

"They nip the bud before it blooms. They kill them before their power awakens in our world," Shadow answered, her face slightly frowning.

"Exactly. While I don't care much about countless people I don't know—or this damn world—I don't have a choice. I can't live in outer space, so I have to protect Earth, whether I like it or not. It's not Earth's business, and I definitely wouldn't want to do that alone. That's going to be very tasking, so I have to keep as much talent as I can," Nemesis said.

"Yeah, right, the lazy Nemesis is back," Odin retorted.

Nemesis, of course, ignored Odin's remark, used to it already. "You see, the mask we're using—credits to our team—blocks all forms of probing or spying abilities from others or tools. It's made by dwarves from far continents, and well, credits to Leviathan for a smooth sail, we were able to acquire it and sell it. Although we would have made a loss if not for Scarlett's talent, it's worth it. Saving the lives of many who are unaware of the danger."

"Alright, stop talking like a good guy, Your Holiness."

"Cut it off, Odin. We can smell your jealousy from miles away."

"Wait, you're the god of smell, Shadow? So I'm the only damn mortal here? How sad," Odin said, sulking.

"Leave him be. He'll get over it soon," Gold Goblin said to Shadow, who was about to strangle Odin.

"The second reason," Nemesis continued, "is—you're right—to hide my identity. I needed to carry out an investigation into the case of my parents' deaths. If they knew I was Nemesis, strong and all of that, aside from their failed assassination attempts—which wouldn't bother me—they would cover their tracks very well, making it rather tedious, if not impossible, to find those involved in my parents' murder. But with the supposed deaths of both siblings, there's no need to worry about revenge. They could drop their guard, and with that, I got the information I needed.

"You see? Both purposes have been fulfilled, so there's no reason to hide my identity anymore. I want them to know that I'm coming—not just have them guessing. Let them shake in their boots as I come after them one by one like the Reaper," Nemesis said, his eyes cold and sharp like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

"I get it. But what does that have to do with Kyle and him reaching the final? Just tell me you want to kick his ass and humiliate him. Stop trying to be some superhero," Odin said fearlessly. Well, that wasn't the first time he was dancing with death.

"Ah, why do you have to be so dumb, Odin? The moniker doesn't even fit you. Odin—quite the opposite of it, actually. He's planning to send a message, idiot. A MESSAGE. What better way to send a message than to kick the ass of their lapdog?" Shadow said, extremely eager to kick Odin's face off.

"Oh. He could have just said that sooner instead of beating around the bush and telling stories like we were some kids going to bed."

"Ah," everyone exclaimed except Odin and Nemesis.

"How can someone be so stupid?" Shadow exclaimed.

"I truly don't know," Gold Goblin said before bursting into laughter.