Chapter 88: The Innocents always suffer
Priam had never had a clear choice to make between surviving and saving New Earth. Simply, his actions had gradually led him down the way of survival. A path he now had to follow. He briefly questioned himself. Was it selfish to put his own life and his familys before others? Perhaps. But Priam understood this was his personality. He was beginning to accept the consequences.
Should he be ashamed? He didn't think he was a monster. A monster would have no qualms about killing people. For Priam, the lives of the dome's inhabitants were valuable. Enough to postpone Claire's death. She would live to see her trial and execution.
Now that he had left his father, Priam also realized how difficult it was to reconcile his new life with his old one. He couldn't really see himself beheading a young woman in front of his family.
It might come someday, but Claire wasn't worth shocking his father. In fact, his hatred was devolving into contempt. She was just another enemy in his path, and he was already leaving her behind. We're not playing in the same league anymore
Of course, she would certainly try to escape or manipulate her loved ones. Priam's instincts told him she was born a century too late to manipulate Mirscella.
As he went down a street, it was also his instinct that made him turn his head. Through the window of a house, Priam saw a father fending off locusts with a quilt. Behind him, a small child trembled.
The window exploded, revealing the shape of a human. Passing in front of the father, Priam stepped in. His Domain deployed like a barrier between the locust and the family of two. Instinctively, Priam triggered [Kinetic Control]. The locusts froze in mid-air. His skill required contact, but Promesse and Domain could circumvent this rule. It was the power of a Supremacy.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Priam burst out laughing. He'd won. He was faster than the locusts, and his Domain made him invincible. He would survive his Tribulations.
"I... Who are you?"
Hearing the father, Priam's laughter stopped. He would survive, but how many would die? His Tribulation had become the Tribulation of millions.
"My name is Priam. I'm some kind of superhero," he replied, winking at the child. He couldn't have been more than three years old. Priam turned to the father.
"You had the right reflex to keep them at bay with a quilt."
The father took his son in a hug and shook his head. "No, I've already made a mistake. At first, there was only one. It bit me," he pointed to his right index finger. Or rather, the phalanx that remained. Priam swallowed, thinking the man in front of him would certainly live the rest of his life with two phalanges missing.
"I managed to kill it with a shovel while it devoured my finger. Two more bugs appeared."
"They multiply by dying."
"Indeed. I then tried to bury them under cushions. Unfortunately, several more came down from the chimney flue. I took Thomas with me and... You've arrived," finished the father.
"Thank you, sir," added the child.
Priam offered a faint smile of reassurance. "You'll be fine, don't worry. Just give me a few seconds."
Clearing his throat, Priam connected to his Lord's powers.
"People of New Earth. The locusts raining down on the city are multiplying as they die. Stay in your homes, avoid all openings and wait for help. The insects will be gone in about twenty hours."
The aether drain was severe, and Priam stopped. Looking at the father and son duo, he waved his hand. "Come, I'll take you to safety."
On the way to the Palace, Priam observed the houses. The System had done things right. Most could withstand the onslaught of a small number of insects.
He had noticed that locusts attacked first and foremost by biting. Moreover, they tended to stay in groups. Once a certain number was reached, the swarm devoured its environment. Not even stone was spared. Nevertheless, their size was a handicap. Only a large cloud of insects could consume a house, for example. Many inhabitants would escape by staying in their cellars.
The problem was that a deadly rain had preceded the locusts. The skylights had all been blown out, allowing the locusts to penetrate many homes. In addition, their numbers were increasing due to the hole in the dome barrier - which was closing very slowly.
Catching an insect frozen between his fingers, Priam identified it again.
[Identification]
[Blade Hydra Locust - Tribulation touched] - A Tribulation-touched insect. Has the annoying property of creating two clones after death. Each death makes its clones more powerful than the original. L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
[Tribulation Hunter - Unique - Epic] - A locust possessing a concept fragment - Vengeance.
Each death strengthens the fragment, multiplying and resurrecting the insect. Its burning vengeance is mighty, but its destruction spares no one. The user of this concept exposes himself to a tragic death.
Time remaining: 20h 47 min 19 seconds.
Priam sighed and buried his hopes. He had entertained the idea of absorbing the power of the locusts into his second heart. Of course, a clone would have been too dangerous, but with potential, he thought he could modify this power.
Unfortunately, the vengeance concept seemed incompatible with [He Who Eludes Death]. If the two Talents synergized... He would have been invincible. His instincts told him this was not the case.
Affected by his misty Domain, Priam felt the vengeance concept trembling inside the bug. Closing his fingers like pincers, he exploded the exoskeleton. A second passed with no sign of resurrection. Priam smiled. The power of a concept was not absolute. It can be fought with another concept. Suprematies could also be used against them. At least, that was his budding theory.
Priam was now in a position to slaughter the locusts. Unfortunately, his Domain was a one-meter radius sphere, and there were tens of thousands of insects in the dome.
Hearing a shout, Priam sped up momentarily before turning to the father and son.
"Daniel, take your son and go into a house."
Nodding, the father lifted the child and quickly locked himself in the nearest house. The next moment, Priam was riding his mist.
Reappearing at the end of an alley, he watched a teenage girl run. Behind her, three locusts were in pursuit.
Priam leaped forward, clutching his spear. The cobblestones exploded under his acceleration, and he quickly caught up with the girl. The tip of Promesse skewered the three insects. Turning to the teenager, he ran a few meters to catch up. Grabbing her lightly by the arm, he forced her to turn around.
"You're safe now. Foll..." Mouth still open, Priam paused. The young woman must have been fifteen, and her features distorted by fear made her look even younger. Priam noted the presence of braces and freckles. Going further up, his heart sank. She was missing her left eye and part of her nose. It's my fault.
"Save Mommy, please!" she implored.
The call for help woke him up. His thoughts raced again, and Priam frowned. His mist covered the entire neighborhood, and no one was outside.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"I... House," she stammered, terrified as she pointed behind Priam.
Priam nodded. "Show me."
The teenager hesitated for a moment, tetanized. Perhaps her love for her mother helped, for she began to run in the direction from which she had come. A few seconds later, they stopped in front of a large red brick house. The sky-blue front door was ajar, and his mist was slowly penetrating the home.
His silence prompted the merchant to continue.
"We've been here since this morning. When the rain came, we stayed in this building because it's quite resistant. Unfortunately, the drops destroyed the ceiling glass," he explained, pointing to the skylights.
Guandi turned to look again at the covered room. Out of the corner of his eye, he analyzed the merchant's behavior. He's nervous. The man didn't have a clear conscience.
Reviewing the room once again, Guandi noticed a few disturbing details. Beneath the central shaft of light was a butcher's stall. Meat quarters still hung behind it, and the work surface was stained with blood. The metallic smell was strong. Too strong.
Guandi squinted. There was far too much blood. A bad feeling rose inside him, and he turned back to the trembling men and women before him.
"What were you planning to do with this man? And release him," he ordered, pointing to the prisoner who had been subdued.
The colossus hesitated, and Guandi dropped the tip of his sword to the floor. Under its own weight, the hoplite blade sank three centimeters into the paving. Swallowing, the giant slowly rose to his feet.
The man on the ground got up quickly and ran towards his savior. Pointing at the merchant, he shouted.
"They wanted to sacrifice me!"
"He agreed!" replied the merchant. "We all agreed. The bugs come back every ten minutes. We simply decided to draw lots to see who would die next. Otherwise, we'd all be half-eaten!"
Guandi sighed. The roar of insects was getting closer. Moments later, some fifty insects descended from the shaft of light.
"[Mastery- Greatsword], [Storm]."
In one swift movement, Guandi gathered the air in front of his blade. The result was a mini-tornado hurtling toward the locusts. The attack reduced the insects to lint before striking the ceiling. The metal girders fell to the floor, sliced to shreds. With an end-of-the-world crash, half the roof collapsed.
Guandi turned back to the stunned group. "I feel less and less like taking you back to safety," he declared. Even without training, a score of individuals could have dominated the insects.
"You could have locked them in ovens or covered them with sheets and tarps. It is a market, after all. Instead, you sacrificed individuals..."
"We're not fighters," pleaded the merchant. "Three weeks ago, I was selling household appliances. We did our best to protect the children."
Guandi looked at the young children in silence for a moment.
"We've wasted enough time. Follow me," he sighed. The group before him wasn't perfect, but they'd done their best to protect the youth. Everyone was doing their part, and he would do his.
Humanity would survive.
Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0)
PHYSICAL:
Strength 173
Constitution 343
Agility 210
Vitality 339
Perception 414
MENTAL:
Vivacity 189
Dexterity 270 (+1)
Memory 50
Willpower 380
Charisma 199
META:
Meta-affinity 216
Meta-focus 143
Meta-endurance 110
Meta-perception 71
Meta-chance 150
Potential: 1195 (+1)
Tier 0
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: OFF. Reloaded in 19 hours 56 minutes 37 seconds
[Tribulation]: A Tribulation is coming.
Time: ???
Delayed.
