"How was this possible?"
Fischer looked as if he had witnessed something that overturned his worldview. His face was filled with disbelief.
Of course, this was understandable. After all, the one who had granted him power was the god in his heart, and this Divine Art had helped him effortlessly kill the powerful group leader he had once found impossible to overcome. Yet it had lost its effect on Gauss. To him, it was no different from the sky collapsing.
"Trying to use a monster's resentment against me was a mistake from the very beginning."
Gauss shook his head. Looking at the enemy before him, whose faith seemed to have shattered, he wore only faint mockery on his face.
This move might have worked against ordinary people.
Curses—especially curses originating from special beings—were impossible for the vast majority of people to resolve.
Moreover, any adventurer with even a little experience would inevitably have blood on their hands.
The enemies who died by their hands might not have been as strong individually, but the curse that erupted when they gathered could still inflict tremendous damage.
At best, one would be injured. At worst, one would die on the spot when the curse erupted.
But he was different. He was a monster's Bane.
This was not a title he had given himself through empty boasting. It had already become a truth and a fact.
The titles ranging from Hunter Grade to Expert Grade were the best proof.
The death of every monster, every kind of monster, had gathered into an inseparable part of his strength. This was truly a case of one general's success being built on the bones of ten thousand soldiers.
Therefore, a monster's resentment, which involved the level of causality, was completely ineffective against him.
He sensed the Evil