Talent System: I Instantly Master My Opponents Skills
Chapter 46: A Lie

Chapter 46: A Lie

Jason’s mind was in turmoil as he went back to the beach, but it wasn’t because of his earlier actions – he had already come in terms with killing since – he was trying to create a lie so good that they would believe him.

By they, he meant the other awakeneds that were in this dungeon.

Even though practically everyone ignored the words of the elder when he listed the rule that said ’no killing’, if they found out that he killed not one, but six people, the awakeneds would obviously report to the elder.

Jason was the only person that had gathered over fifty hearts and it was obvious that there would be a lot of people that wouldn’t be happy about it.

The simplest approach he could take was killing all of them.

But it would be surprisingly if only he made it out of the dungeon, when 30 other people also entered with him.

So the only solution he could come to was to fabricate a lie, a lie that included the the six awakeneds he killed and the giant arachnid spider.

He had the wounds to prove it, the only matter was creating the story.

Jason moved closer to the beach.

The salty breeze kicked up to meet him, but they couldn’t carry the smell of blood off him.

He stepped onto the beach, even when there was no sun in the sky orange hues were mysteriously cast across the sky, it a stark contrast to the scene he had left behind him.

But the serenity didn’t get to him, other things were.

Eyes.

There were eyes that were staring at his direction, with the passive version of the null eyes he could see them.

They could only see Jason’s figure and didn’t know how bloodied up the boy was.

Slowly, Jason’s figure began to become clearer in their vision. On his eyes there were no tears, but he had the expression of a war-veteran, someone who had seen a lot and lost a lot.

Someone vomited.

She felt her innards twisting as she stared at the scene in front of her.

A boy whose clothes had lost their original color and were now died in blood, the blood wasn’t even dried. His face was drenched his blood, along with every other part of his body.

But his hands...

His hands were covered in the red liquid, among with other disgusting body parts that clung to his skin.

She couldn’t hold herself back after such a sight, everything she had eaten the day before and in the morning came out of her stomach.

Jason looked at her briefly before turning his attention to the rest, he had more important things to deal with than people polluting the environment.

He was finally standing in front of the group of people he had left, unsurprisingly, none of them had left. They were still recuperating from the fight against the goblins.

"W-what was that noise?" Someone asked fearfully.

Jason looked at the person that said it.

His expression said everything; he didn’t cry yet he had a face that only belonged to someone who had seen the grim reality.

"A sub-boss."

The boy who asked him trembled, his legs suddenly became jelly under his weight and he fell onto his butt.

"Then how are you still alive?" A voice asked.

The person was clearly unfazed by Jason’s bloody display. He had seen things like this before when he was being prepared to enter the dungeon.

"It was a Giant Arachnid Spider."

"That is one of the bosses of a rank 5 dungeon. How did you beat it?"

"I was getting overwhelmed and I thought that I was going to die, but before the spider could use one of its legs to land the finishing blow they came to my rescue.

The group helped me in the fight, and sacrificed themselves on their leader’s orders. It was a Hachiman that landed a fireball that stunned the monster enough for me to kill it by piercing its eyes."

While Jason’s lie wasn’t the best it also wasn’t the worst.

He had the wounds and blood to prove that he was in a tough fight and all the other people mentioned in the story was dead.

He used Alaric as the scapegoat, he claimed that it was because of Alaric that the team died.

But they would never know the truth, after all, a dead man tells no tales.

The only thing that pained Jason was that he had to give the glory to another person. He would have preferred it if he took it himself.

But if he said he defeated the spider by himself he wouldn’t have an excuse for how Alaric and his team died.

"Is that so? If that’s the case I chose an incompetent leader." Hereon reflected on his decision making skills.

Jason ignored him.

He realized that their talk was over and he just walked away and found an empty spot to sit down in while trying to maintain the face of a soldier who had just seen a war.

Everyone in the vicinity avoided him and Jason liked it that way, if things continued like this he wouldn’t be asked to join anyone.

And he wouldn’t have to refuse.

An hour had finally passed since he entered the dungeon and he had already beaten a sub-boss. If anything, he wasn’t going to leave the beach until tomorrow.

By then he would have regained his strength and he wouldn’t have to act again.

He intended to take things slow and steady as he had already gathered more than enough hearts.

Jason had nothing to do, he wasn’t having any important thoughts and he was bored.

So he slept off.

Before he even got the chance to wash his clothes.

...

Blue hair, blue eyes, striking features and a black T-shirt and black trousers that made blending in easier.

Especially at night.

After Jason left, he had ventured to the other part of the dungeon.

He crept silently, careful so as to hide his presence from his prey.

Wolves.

Or more specifically, black horned wolves.

One of the many monsters in the dungeon.

These were monsters that had mutated, their bodies slanted to allow faster movement and their bone structure was realigned to fit the description of a wolf. But their most peculiar feature was the large 7 inch horns on their head.

Ideally, all of these kind of monsters could be taken down if they were approached without alerting them.

Their horns grew from unorthodox places, destroying the ear canal in the process. These monsters were born deaf, but for compensation they had good eyesight.

Once they saw you, they monitored their opponents movement like owls.

And their horns were lethal.

The boy began crafting mana, his hands glowed lightly as he minimized the power of the attack so as not to alert the wolves.

When it was ready he pointed two fingers at the wolves’ direction.

The monsters noticed him a tad too late, by the time they realized he was there, lightning had already begun moving towards them.

And lightning moved fast.

Too fast.

Even when used by a rank 3 awakened.

The lightning moved in a zigzag at a rapid speed, approaching the wolves before they could even react.

As it connected with their bodies, their internal organs burned, their hearts began to beat irregularly, their skin began burning, a nice smell permeating the air.

And they couldn’t move because of the continuous wave of static.

They could only die in agony.

The boy watched his prey fall down, dead.

He walked over to their bodies before crouching and bringing out a dagger, he began to carve their bodies with the intent to take the heart out.

This boy was Zane.