Seed of Titan-Chapter 103: The Prophesied Child

"Bastard!" Ravi roared and waved his hands furiously, forgetting the fact that he couldn’t do anything under the spell-restriction.

Meanwhile, Drai was frozen in place. His gaze was glued to Samara’s lifeless eyes.

This was not Drai’s first time witnessing death, for he had done so in his vision when he saw the titans get slaughtered. But Samara’s death wasn’t the same as those titans. Drai had known her personally, and it wasn’t even five minutes ago that the woman was still alive and well.

"Finally, my long wait is over," Paul remarked. He let go of his colleague, dropping her body that was still warm to the ground.

Paul took a quick glance at Ravi and Jack before moving his eyes toward Drai.

"Be a good boy and don’t resist. I’m sure you wouldn’t want your limbs broken," Paul coldly said. His usual friendliness was nowhere to be found.

"Don’t listen to the bastard, Drai! Run away now!" Ravi frantically urged.

Smith dashed and kicked Ravi on his chest, sending him tumbling away.

"Shut up, dipshit. Do you want to end up like your butler?" Smith threatened, waving his blade hand ominously.

"Stop it, Adam. We need to bring him back unharmed," Paul reprimanded.

Smith, who turned out to be Adam, promptly reverted his hand and bowed apologetically.

"Escort Ravismus. We’ll meet up with the others before storming Zar’s place," Paul commanded, preparing to apprehend Drai. However, he stopped in his tracks upon seeing that Drai’s whole body was trembling greatly.

’Shit! Did the shock give him a heart attack?!’ Paul inwardly remarked, sweating nervously. Who knew what punishment awaited him if he failed to keep the target alive? He would have to say goodbye to his planned "holiday" at the least.

But Paul’s worry was unnecessary, for Drai was merely trembling in rage. Titan’s Fortitude had activated, and Drai’s fear had transformed into wrath.

And before the two agents could stop him, Drai activated Colossal Augmentation.

Both Smith and Paul were dumbfounded as they watched Drai’s body grow rapidly. Before Drai even finished his transformation, he suddenly stabbed his foot at Smith, sending him crashing through the walls of the mansion.

Paul was still standing there stunned, seemingly oblivious to his subordinate’s plight. His lips were quivering as he exclaimed, "I-impossible! H-he’s... he’s the Prophesied Child?!"

But Paul didn’t have much time to mull over this matter because right at this moment, Drai’s giant feet was speeding toward him.

The incoming attack awakened Paul from his stupor. He quickly threw himself to the side, narrowly dodging the kick.

"Wait! Let’s talk! We’ve been waiting so long for you, Prophesied Child!" Paul shouted.

Drai ignored the man’s request. Tearing the upper section of the mansion apart upon reaching his full height, Drai’s body bent down as he sent a punch toward Paul.

Paul quickly realized his pleas were futile. He grinded his teeth in frustration and activated his skill, transforming his body into metal.

He then curled up like a ball and propelled himself away, just like he did during Drai’s first System Introduction class.

Drai’s fist slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dirt and leaving behind a large fist-shaped crater.

’Fuck! What should I do?!’ Paul thought frantically. This sudden turn of events changed his whole plan. Knowing Drai’s importance to the Order, this secondary mission of bringing the boy back had just turned into the number one priority.

Paul unfurled himself and pulled out his communicator once more. He adjusted the designated recipient and spoke hastily, "Trojan Horse to base! Code crimson! Prophesied Child sighted at Soluna Academy! I repeat, Prophesied—"

Before Paul could finish, Drai’s leg came sweeping at him.

"Shit!" Paul remarked, sending his unfinished message before leaping high into the air, evading the tsunami-like sweep.

Hovering in the air, a chill ran down Paul’s spine. He looked at the titanic figure who stood like a tower beside him.

"O’ Prophesied Child, have mercy..." Paul pleaded.

But the word "mercy" had ceased to exist in Drai’s vocabulary. With almost no maneuverability in midair, Paul could only watch as two gigantic palms closed in from both sides.

Paul’s last thought was his regret for wasting ten years in vain. And with a huge splat, Drai’s palms squashed him into mush.

Drai briefly looked at the grisly stains on his hands before flicking them clean. He then released his skill, making sure to expedite its cooldown.

Despite this being his first confirmed kill, Drai didn’t seem bothered at all. Witnessing Samara’s death and Jack’s horrible condition had completely erased the last bits of sympathy he had toward his foes.

"Sorry for your house, Professor," Drai said as he turned to Ravi. But to his surprise, Smith was holding Ravi hostage amidst the rubble, his sharp hand threatening to slice the professor’s neck.

"Back off!" Smith barked. His appearance was a mess, and his previously arrogant demeanor had turned into fear.

Although Smith was actually a second-stager who had disguised himself as a level one, he was still a lot weaker than Paul who was a peak third-stager. Therefore, his shock when Drai easily turned his superior into pulp was inconceivable. Smith was lucky that Drai had hastily attacked him mid-transformation, which severely reduced the damage he would have otherwise suffered if Drai had struck him at full power.

Drai complied and stayed put. His current ruthlessness was reserved for his enemies, so he still cared a lot about Ravi’s well-being.

"Good! Now tell me, why did Sir Trojan Horse choose to negotiate with you?!" Smith loudly questioned.

Drai shook his head and curtly replied, "I don’t know."

Sensing Drai’s honesty, Smith asked again, "Why did he call you ’Prophesied Child’?"

Drai also was unsure about this, but he had an inkling that it was related to his problematic class. He didn’t want to reveal his thoughts to Smith though, so he simply shrugged.

Smith frowned upon seeing Drai’s reaction.

"Do you really not know anything about it?!"

"Look, man. I don’t even know who you guys are, let alone this ’Prophesied Child’ thing. If Donk hadn’t told me about it, I wouldn’t even know you guys were planning to specifically target me and Professor Ravi," Drai replied nonchalantly, attempting to de-escalate the situation and create an opening for him to strike.

Smith clenched his teeth in frustration. With his superior gone, he was at a loss on how to proceed.

’Although I can’t capture the Anomaly, I should at least bring Manic Friend back. Looking at this bastard’s reaction, it’s so obvious that he’s afraid I’ll hurt this old man. Wait... maybe I should use this to my advantage and kill him instead,’ Smith thought.

"Alright. Now turn around," Smith promptly ordered.

"Huh? Why?" Drai questioned.

"Shut up and just turn around! Or do you really want me to cut this old man’s head off?!" Smith snapped, brushing his hand on Ravi’s neck, leaving a shallow cut.

"Just finish off this fucker, Drai! Don’t worry about me!" Ravi urged fearlessly, ignoring the blade on his neck.

"Shut up!" Smith barked even louder. He withdrew his threatening hand a bit, fearing that the professor would sacrifice himself, which would leave his own life at Drai’s mercy.

Right at this moment, a shadow flashed toward Smith. And due to his current predicament, Smith couldn’t react in time.

Smith’s arm was instantly severed, and before he could recognize the attacker, his left chest was stabbed.

"H-how..." Smith muttered before finally succumbing, dropping dead onto the floor.