The Unvanquished: Child of Nihility-Chapter 50: No Challenge

For now, the battle remained at a brutal standstill–no victor, no surrender.

And Morca?

Well... where was he..?

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Morca stood quietly at the rear of the group battling the 1-star monsters. His mismatched eyes scanned the chaotic scene with casual interest, the corner of his lips curving into a grin. ’Apart from her,’ he thought, ’no one here seem to be able to contend against a 2-star+ monster, not even with teamwork.’

His gaze flickered toward the heart of the battle between the Bone Devourer Skeleton and the slender, ethereal figure of Noe Laura. The sight made his blood simmer with anticipation.

The Bone Devourer was ferocious–grotesque constructs of bone and malice, its elongated limbs ending in sharp, arrow-like bone claws that slashed and stabbed with frenzied intent. Yet no matter how vicious it assault, non of it attack could touch her. Laura danced around their strikes with uncanny grace, her reflexes and perception bordering on the inhuman.Each of her movements was precise, deadly–each counterattack carving wounds into the monsters’ regenerative frames.

’By all means, she had the strength to end this. So why was the battle seems to be dragging...?’

Boom! Thurrrk! Crackkk!

Before he could finish the thought, a thunderous noise broke his focus.

His eyes shifted toward a distant battlefield, where Jack and Zoe Voidspace were fending off another Bone Devourer Skeleton. Or rather, only one of them was. Jack stood alone now, locked in combat with the monstrous foe. Zoe, meanwhile, had just been hurled against a withered, dead tree. The impact split the trunk cleanly in half, and dust exploded around her crumpled form.

Strangely, despite Zoe being out of commission, Jack was not only holding his ground–he was dominating.

With his mastery over spatial manipulation, he froze the monster intermittently, giving himself brief windows to strike. His silver gauntlet, embedded with three glowing blades, shimmered with lethal precision. Each attack he delivered was efficient, decisive, and fatal in its intent. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Graaahkkk!

The monster bellowed, frustrated, trying to break free from the spatial locks Jack inflicted upon it. But the moment it regained movement, Jack had already distanced himself. He stood composed, one arm relaxed at his side, the other still gloved in his deadly gauntlet. His white blindfold fluttered in the breeze, lending an almost divine aura to his presence–untouchable, unreadable.

How could someone blind move with such precision? How could he not only dodge, but wound such a feral opponent?

The answer was simple. Perception.

As the dust settled, Zoe emerged slowly, her face contorted in pain and frustration. Deep slashes marred her back– four long gashes stretching from her left shoulder down to her right waist. Blood streamed freely, staining her clothes. It’s clear she had been attacked from behind. Her body screamed of exhaustion and injury, but her eyes burned with resolve.

’Is this what it was like during the Apocalypse Crisis back in the early days?’ she thought grimly.

Two hundred years ago, humanity had faced a similar nightmare–when monsters overran the land and civilization teetered on the brink of extinction.

Though this may not be on the same scale, but it echoed those desperate days. Back then, humanity didn’t win with overwhelming power. They won with numbers... and the emergence of the first supernatural guardians...

A flicker of realization struck her.

Here too, despite being outnumbered by monsters, they outmatched them in strength. That was why they could still held off the monsters.

She limped toward Jack, who remained poised before the monster, his blindfolded gaze never wavering–as if he could see each and every movement with clarity no one else possessed.

’There’s something about him,’ Morca thought, eyes narrowing. ’As if he’s hiding his...’

But it wasn’t just Jack.

’No... not only him,’ Morca’s gaze moved slowly across the battlefield. ’There are others...’

He knew about Laura. A Saint Expert. An Oblivion Dragon at that. With her strength, she could have obliterated the monster in a breath. And yet, she was holding back. As for the Voidspace guy–Jack–if he wasn’t hiding his true power, then how could he be holding off a Bone Devourer alone after Zoe had been knocked aside?

Minutes had passed since the battle began, but Morca still couldn’t see the true limits of those around him.

’How frustrating. You have the power, but still hide it. If you’re not going to use it now, you may as well not have it.’

A smirk touched his lips.

’I wanted to see something worth watching. But if no one dares show their cards, then I’ll just have to entertain myself instead.’

As that thought solidified, Morca’s aura shifted. The air around him trembled. His mismatched eyes–one abyssal black, the other glowing crimson–flared with raw intensity. But before engaging with the stronger 2-star+ monsters, he glanced toward the gaping black cave that continued to spawn monsters endlessly.

With a sharp grin, his blade, Avoc, materialized in his grasp.

’Let’s grind for academy points first.’

With a silent step, he vanished.

He reappeared amidst the chaos, barely drawing attention–until five 1-star+ monsters instantly turned toward him. They were all Red Scales Poison Lizards. Smaller than the one Tyler and Denis were facing, but no less vicious. Their scales shimmered with toxic fire, and their claws tore into the earth with every step.

Three of them reared their heads back, spewing streams of burning red poison flame in unison, aiming to reduce this lone figure to cinders.

But before the flames reached him, Morca moved.

One swing.

Three heads flew.

Black blood spurted into the air as the lifeless bodies collapsed. The remaining two monsters, startled by the massacre, instinctively turned to flee.

Wrong move.

Two flashes of light streaked across the battlefield–clean, precise, obliterating the retreating lizards in a single instant. The monsters disintegrated into shimmering particles.

Morca stood still.

No triumphant. No satisfaction. Just a hollow stillness.

There was no thrill. No challenge.

’This isn’t it. I need more.’

With a blur, he dashed toward the black cave. Each step was followed by death–monsters fell one after another. Yet still, the feeling eluded him. That absence... that lack of adrenaline... it gnawed at him.

He glanced across the field–to where Tyler and Denis were locked in battle with a towering 2-star+ Red Scales Poison Lizard.

There. That was where the storm was raging.

Denis, despite being overwhelmed, wasn’t backing down. Something about him had changed. Subtle. Unnoticeable to most–but not to Morca. His aura twisted. His stance sharpened.

Denis was evolving mid-battle.

"Wait..." a sudden thought struck Morca, his pupils narrowing. "Did he also practice the Breathing Blood Codex?"