"Warrior"

Within the palace of Boleslaw Hive Spire, amid blood-red mist, the bulletproof armor Rawlslev had stripped from a corpse split apart, and his body instantly grew a size larger.

His formerly sturdy frame became powerfully muscular in an instant.

"Now do as I say and rein in that overflowing power..."

The "Warrior" potion strengthened the body without enhancing the "Mental Body." Rawlslev took three times as long as Bukayo to contain the overflowing power, then spent ten times as long before he barely grasped the method of meditation.

"My lord, I..."

Rawlslev excitedly stepped forward, but his uncontrollable superhuman agility made him lose his balance and shoot straight ahead.

To teach Rawlslev an unforgettable lesson about the importance of controlling his power, Nimrod shifted slightly aside, and the new "Warrior" crashed headfirst into the wall.

With a boom, the tremendous force made the wall shudder. Stars burst before Rawlslev's eyes, and it took him a moment to recover.

Nimrod's voice sounded beside his ear. "Master your strength."

Rawlslev held his forehead. His injuries were not as severe as he had imagined; before, he would probably have needed several minutes to recover.

The master is a god. Only a god could grant me such strength!

He hurried before Nimrod and dropped to one knee, his gaze falling upon his master's steel boots.

"My lord, I will not fail your trust!"

Nimrod helped him up, his majestic voice ringing out.

"I believe in you!"

Tears nearly spilled from Rawlslev's eyes, fortunately interrupted by the timely buzz of his communicator.

Other than his master, only Bukayo and the deputy he had just appointed could contact him. He suppressed his surging emotions.

"My lord... forgive me!"

Rawlslev quickly composed himself, and his tone returned to normal.

"It is of no consequence."

When Rawlslev connected the call, his adjutant's anxious voice came through.

"My lord, a noble armed force has launched an attack on the defensive line. House Finde is about to be unable to hold them back."

Through the observation window, Nimrod watched thousands of enemy troops charging below.

He did not turn around, keeping both hands behind his back.

"Go, my 'Warrior.' Only in battle can you master the power I bestowed upon you."

"Remember! Decapitation!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Rawlslev once again felt that trust, and his blood and battle spirit ignited in an instant.

After turning and leaving the palace, he raced swiftly downward.

My speed has increased by far more than several times. This isn't just the difference between going uphill and charging downhill—my speed has improved far too much.

He spotted a corpse, and his instincts immediately told him that its armor would fit.

Rawlslev tore apart his bulletproof armor with brute force and put on the new set, which fit perfectly.

He then picked up a Las-pistol and a Chainsword.

When he gripped the two weapons, a strange sensation came over him, as though they were extensions of his body.

The information that had flooded into his mind earlier surfaced again: Mastery of all weapons and armor. There is no weapon I cannot use.

Then his master's words emerged in his mind once more: "Master your strength."

As the "Warrior" leapt downward, he swung the weapons in his hands.

Charging forward at high speed, striking, aiming backward as he turned...

By the time he emerged from the Hive Spire, Rawlslev's eyes brimmed with confidence. He had already gained a preliminary grasp of the extraordinary ability—"Physical Augmentation."

His eyes searched the enemy formation as he silently repeated, Decapitation.

Rawlslev immediately found the commander in red robes among the enemy ranks, a mocking smile curling his lips.

That's right. You noble commanders always wear the most conspicuous red robes!

He knew he could not charge into the enemy formation alone like his master, so he summoned the hundred-man unit under his direct command.

"Follow me! Kill the enemy commander!"

"Yes!"

The gang elites were shocked to see Rawlslev, who usually charged forward alongside them, sprint ahead alone. He raised his hand and fired, the laser beam striking precisely between the eyes of an enemy thirty meters away.

They could not help wondering, When did the boss become this fierce? Even with a noble's Las-pistol, it should be impossible to accurately kill an enemy's vital point while running.

They all fired their newly replaced weapons and soon found that their accuracy had indeed improved, though nowhere near as dramatically as their boss's.

Every time Rawlslev pulled the trigger, another enemy fell. In an instant, he charged into the enemy ranks.

The valiant "Warrior" immediately drew enemy fire as dozens of enemy weapons turned toward him and opened fire.

Rawlslev rolled across the ground and took cover behind an abandoned defensive emplacement.

"Idiots! Attack!"

His men hurriedly raised their weapons and fired.

Rawlslev swiftly replaced his energy cell and, while his men drew the enemy's fire, burst into a sprint.

The wind howled past his ears. He raised his left arm and pulled the trigger.

Rat-a-tat-tat...

The rapid burst struck enemy after enemy.

The red-robed commander discovered that his personal guards had been slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

Where did this monster come from? Could he be Thierry Vieira, the bounty hunter who has recently risen to fame? But isn't he active in Ailupo Hive City?

The roar of a Chainsword sounded beside him. Before he could think further, he raised his hand and fired.

Rawlslev had kept his eyes fixed on him. He immediately ducked beneath the shot, then launched a flying kick into the red-robed commander's arm.

With a sharp crack, the noble commander's arm broke.

What monstrous strength.

He staggered back and drew a magnificent Power Sword, executing a sword form according to Article Twenty-Three of the "Osberkh-Vaya" style.

His strength and agility were both inferior to his opponent's, so he naturally had to rely on skill. The essence of this Vostonia combat art was to identify an enemy's weakness and seize the moment to deflect the force of their attack.

Above the Hive Spire, Nimrod watched the battle. His eyes lit up as he murmured,

"Interesting."

The Power Sword struck directly at Rawlslev's sword-holding right arm. Fortunately, at the critical moment, the "Warrior's" right arm moved.

The Power Sword veered off course, slicing only the armor on the outside of his arm instead of his wrist.

The red-robed commander was startled. He drew back his sword, preparing to block the attack, but Rawlslev was faster.

The noble commander found the Chainsword's attack trajectory somewhat familiar. Before he could identify the move, his hand had already been shredded.

The red-robed commander was shocked. He had recognized that the lowborn man before him was using the very "Osberkh-Vaya" swordsmanship he had mastered only after years of grueling practice. His eyes widened.

"How is this possible? Ah!"

Rawlslev did not answer his question. With one chopping blow, he ended the noble commander's life.

Howard, who had pushed open the blast door and stepped out of the fast attack craft, happened to witness the scene.

Malchuk was an excellent swordsman. He had made great contributions during Shimanski's nearly thirty years of expansion, slaying countless formidable foes, yet he was actually...

He frowned and thought for a moment before recalling the middle-aged gang member's name.

Rawlslev actually killed Malchuk. He was only an unknown Lower Hive gang member before, yet he is this strong.

No, impossible. If he had such ability, he would have ascended to the Upper Hive long ago.

While he was still thinking, Rawlslev walked up to him.

"You're back. How did it go?"

Becoming a "Warrior" had quietly changed Rawlslev's temperament. In his heart, only Nimrod stood supreme; neither Tech-Priests nor nobles could make him regard them differently.

"Mm..." Howard froze for a moment, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but he did not pursue the matter. He smiled. "I did not fail the mission."

"You have changed. You are stronger than when you first climbed the tower."

"This is power bestowed by my lord. Perhaps one day, you too will receive his blessing."