Talent System: I Instantly Master My Opponents Skills
Chapter 94: Sixth Sense: Fear (5)

Chapter 94: Sixth Sense: Fear (5)

Ezra tried to move out of the way, but his limbs now served as cuffs that held him down, the very body parts that enabled movement now making the act impossible.

He could do nothing as Morrigan’s finger came in contact with his forehead.

In that instant, he felt something, his limbs were healing at a very impressive rate, faster than any healing potion than he had ever seen. His fatigue, the pain, and the weariness of his body were gone.

With it, a burning desire in him grew, the desire to win this fight against Morrigan.

He was ready to get onto his feet and jump towards Morrigan, but then his desire to fight was eaten up as easily as created.

Fear.

He felt a sense of unease towards Morrigan, one that gripped tightly at him and wanted to make him give up right there and now.

But as he opened his mouth, no sounds came out, he felt for his neck, breathing a sigh of relief once he realized that it was still okay.

A wave of dread washed over Ezra as he stared at the person in front of him.

His heart skipped, then hammered in his chest, his breath becoming shallow and ragged as fear hit him full-thrust.

His eyes flickered Morrigan, but before he had anytime to focus on her, his vision became distorted, swirling like the portal of dungeons.

When his vision got better, he was standing in a cavern, the walls wide enough for five people to pass at the same time.

But that wasn’t what caught his attention, he saw Morrigan in the distance.

She had that same expressionless look on her face, but he felt that she was showing something else, some sort of disappointment in him.

Ezra, stared at her, a desire spreading through him, the desire to defeat Morrigan.

His mana spread out in the space surrounding him, tens of clones forming around him.

He had managed to create forty terrible clones, a feat that required at least years of practice before one could perform it.

But there was something special about each of the Ezra’s, each one held a red staff almost as tall as them. The staff emanated an energy that was neither mana nor nature energy.

Every Ezra charged at her, ready to give her a serious beatdown.

Morrigan didn’t move, instead her shadow grew bigger covering the distance between the two of them, and engulfing Ezra and all his clones shadow’s whole.

Each clone dispersed, their forms that once charged at Morrigan were now gone as quickly as they were created.

He fell down to his knees, the staff in the boy’s hand falling beside him, his breathing irregular as the shadow on the ground of the cavern enveloped the ground on which he stood.

An overwhelming pressure bore down on him, killing the spirit that once burned brightly and declared that he should fight Morrigan.

’Is that killing intent?’

It bore down on him, making his breathing irregular.

’No!’ Ezra thought, struggling to get back onto his feet, resisting it somewhat.

’I’ve been put under killing intent before, so why now?’

Ezra had felt killing intent before, back when he was a child, but even then he hadn’t shuddered this much. He wasn’t as bad as this.

So why now?

...

It was a small hut located at the far edge of the Wukong’s clan main residence.

The hut was traditional in every sense. But beyond that, it held something that once belonged to a god.

Inside the hut, four children were gathered in it.

"This is the hut that contains the legendary weapon of the monkey king." The grand elder of their clan explained, an old man with grey hair that rose like a fire and a long beard.

Each one of them had just awakened, each with rank 0 potential. And as per usual, all those whom awakened rank 0 potential would try to raise this staff.

Only one who was chosen by Sun Wukong himself would be able to. Yet, no one in the Wukong clan had been able to wield it.

"Kang." The grand elder motioned for the child to come towards.

The child got up from his cross-legged position and walked towards the elder, he was unnaturally calm throughout the whole ordeal, not knowing that the chances of him raising the staff from its resting place where below 0.50%.

The boy walked slowly towards the staff that laid on a small table near the wall of the hut.

And then, he put both hands on the staff, gripping it as firmly as he could before trying to raise it up.

The noises he made showed how much effort he put to try to raise the staff, even slightly, but the staff did not budge.

The child was frustrated, and he did the only thing a child of his caliber could manage to do when things don’t go their way.

He began sobbing.

"You have done enough Kang." The grand elder said gently.

There was a tinge of disappointment in his voice, that was because Kang was his son.

Kang stopped immediately, going back to his seat while trying to make as little noise as possible, but nevertheless he still cried.

Ezra whom was among them, watched confused.

’I don’t need a staff, I can always use a sword or my hands.’ That was his mentality, unlike others he had been told the harsh truth of this.

But he didn’t cry like his peers, instead he thought over it. He had always been a quiet child, but his mind was always active and always thinking.

When it was his turn, the others around him had already broken into quiet sobs.

He stood up, walking towards the red staff and grabbing it before the grand elder even told him to.

Surprisingly, he found the staff to be very light.

As a six year old boy, even with the Wukong clan blood in him and mana strengthening him, he was only able to swing a sword a single time.

But this staff was light, very light.

Ezra spun the staff in his grasp, feeling everything that he did naturally.

The staff was small, almost at his height. This was a special weapon, it was the kind that grew with its user.

He found it delightful, moving with the staff while ignoring everyone else. The children that watched him with interest, the envy in their eyes obvious, were ignored.

Then, he froze.

Fear crept in, making him sob uncontrollably.

The change was almost instant, that would be expected considering that Ezra was just a child. He wasn’t in the small hut that contained the legendary staff of the Wukong clan, he was in a large expanse of what seemed to be a grim graveyard, it was depressing, especially to a six year old child.

What Ezra had felt was killing intent that could only be derived killing hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people. And the worst part was that the intent was the being was trying to be suppressed.

The young heir of the Wukong clan was on the verge of hallucinating about his first death, it ended abruptly.

Ezra fell down onto his knees, his shirt soaked in his sweat and his quiet sobs permeating the distance.

"Ezra!" The grand elder cried out, shocked at what had just happened.

Just a moment ago Ezra was playing with the legendary staff of the Wukong clan that had no member had ever been able to lift in their lifetime, yet now he was on the ground gasping for air. His first thought was that Ezra was under strain.

And from that moment, Ezra lived with a voice in his head that belonged to a particularly powerful being.

...

Ezra had just relived that memory, it inspired him to try even better.

He gritted his teeth against each other as he struggled to rise, but no matter how hard he tried, his body was unmovable.

He tried again, and again, but he was unable to move his body.

Finally he gave up to the fear, letting it consume him. He really felt fear towards Morrigan Aides.

"Pathetic, you are pathetic."

Morrigan’s eye narrowed in surprise as she looked towards the person that had invaded this place.

"Trash vessel." The being commented as it moved towards Ezra.

It had a humanoid form but its body was covered in an aura that formed around it, making it hard to discern the exact looks of the person. But something was clear, the person had a disappointed tone and he casually strolled with his hands in his pocket.

The being walked towards Ezra, and upon reaching him kicked him in towards the wall. The kick barely had any of its power behind it, yet Ezra shot like a bullet once it made impact with him, implanting him deep into the wall of the cave.

In this position, Ezra could finally see whom he was talking to.

It was his old pal.

"Hey, trash." The being said, taking its time walking towards him, as he got there he squatted to look Ezra dead in the eye. "Look at me when I’m insulting you."

"Now..." The being paused, his gaze already leaving Ezra, he got and turned to Morrigan. "...The little runt."

Their eyes met.

Morrigan fell onto the ground, her vision seeing two of him as soon as her eyes came upon his. Her vision split into two, moving around in a circular rotation as her heart beat erratically in her chest.

When she looked him in the eye, she didn’t feel fear, she saw death.

Death that seemed far worse than the underground and hell.

Ezra couldn’t help but see this, his face positioned to always see Morrigan during this phase.

Morrigan had felt it, experiencing a bit higher version of what he had experienced as a child.

The killing intent of the fragment of the Monster Lord’s soul that had been sealed in the staff.

And it was powerful.