From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

As Gerald launched his metallic assault, he observed the man counter effortlessly. With a swift motion, the attacker extended his arm, dispersing the shards in every direction with a deft wave.

Gerald responded with a knowing smirk and snapped his fingers, causing the scattered metal to whirl back and converge on the man from multiple angles. Unperturbed, the man conjured a wind tornado by swirling both arms around, creating a vortex that deflected the incoming metal.

Taking advantage of the man's focus on the whirlwind, Gerald dashed towards the network motherboard.

His hands ignited with a deeper blue glow, and he plunged them into the machinery.

Metal filaments drew up his arms, weaving around him like tendrils as he absorbed the network's resources.

As Gerald turned to face his opponent again, he realized the man had swiftly closed the distance.

Before he could react, the man delivered a powerful punch to his stomach. The impact was devastating—metallic fragments were forcefully knocked away, and the blow caused cuts to open and blood to spray, hurling Gerald back against the wall with a thud.

The collision left him dazed, struggling to catch his breath and reassess his strategy amidst the chaos.

The sinister look on the man's face deepened as he raised his hands above Gerald, his thoughts echoing with malevolence, "I would net such an impressive kill today! The Black Bulls will lose a member today." With a swift motion, he sliced his hands downward toward Gerald, unleashing a powerful attack.

Gerald, quick to react, smirked and brought both arms up defensively. The attack swirled through his metal-enhanced hands, winds cascading around him and emitting a faint light green glow from his armored hands. He skillfully redirected the energy, spinning it back upward and launching it straight back at his assailant.

The counterattack tore through the man's open suit, throwing him backward as blood sprayed in a vivid arc. He rolled across the floor, his form crumpled by the force of Gerald's retaliation.

Gerald panted heavily, feeling a sharp pain in his own stomach as he climbed to his feet. The metal dropped off his body in clatters as he watched the man slowly rise, blood trickling around him, his expression twisted with rage.

As the man raised his hand to launch another attack, Gerald could only smirk. As the attack neared, he suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a faint echo of his voice, "Sorry, not today." Gerald's figure vanished from sight, evading what could have been a devastating blow.

As Gerald faded out, he landed in a dark room with a deep hexagon pattern on the ground. Dropping to one knee, he noticed a man sitting with a blindfold, surrounded by odd symbols.

Gerald chuckled, lying back and staring upward. The cold floor pressed against his spine, contrasting with the warmth of the air.

"It sure took you a hot minute to get me out of there. I swore I should have died at least three or four times. Guess it's best to be lucky sometimes," he sighed, looking up at the dark ceiling. The man sat across from him, legs crossed, the blindfold covering his eyes.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Were you able to extract the teleportation mechanics?"

Gerald sat up, his eyes narrowing as he addressed the figure before him. "Do you always have to look so creepy?" he asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. Without waiting for a response, he pulled a thumb drive from his pouch and tossed it in the man's direction. "Here, I got it."

The man caught the drive and smiled, a look of satisfaction spreading across his face. "Great work, Gerald. I can't believe we actually got this far. The Leader will be most pleased with this. Do you think we'll have time to save the Demon?"

Gerald shook his head slightly. "Yeah, but I don't think that will be necessary… besides, he doesn't even know who we are or about our cause… that's just a guess though."

The man's expression turned curious. "What do you mean?"

Standing up and stretching, Gerald revealed the damage done to Heriean, his voice carrying a hint of regret. "You saw the damage he did to Heriean… the way he attacked him like we were the enemy."

The man hummed to himself. "I suppose you are right. Do you have any ideas as to why, though?"

"I do, in fact," Gerald replied. "Though we will need to confirm by meeting him in a less hostile situation. I found the file on Vishu while I was there, and besides his eye color, it's almost a spitting image of the Demon in the Arena of Life. I believe somehow Vishu has been reincarnated or revived in some capacity, but I'm unsure entirely how his memories were lost."

"If it was Vishu, he wouldn't be going through this whole ordeal, right?" The man hummed silently into the air.

Gerald shrugged. "It's hard to say, but for now let's go ahead and get the group together and draw up a plan of action, Xuán."

Right, afterwards we will move forward with getting the demon whether he is Vishu or someone else, the black flames he uses are real as ever.

With that they both stood up and headed out of the chamber as light cracked around them as they left.

End Mini Gerald Arc

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Arc 12: The Demon Kings Rebellion

The Demon King watched as Ty's spirit form faded into the ether, leaving the chamber shrouded in a heavy silence. He stood motionless, hands clasped behind his back, his sharp eyes fixed on the spot where Ty had just been. The dim light cast shadows across his stern face, emphasizing the deep lines of contemplation etched into his features.

A moment passed before he spoke, his voice a low murmur that echoed through the desolate space. "So, the pieces are beginning to move," he mused, his tone a mixture of curiosity and resolve. "The threads of fate are weaving a complex tapestry, one that even I must tread carefully."