[Name: George Alan
Race: Zombified Human (A-Grade)
Class: Blunt Weapon User (Master)
Description: A normal kid whose life had turned upside after the apocalypse. At the edge of his life, his idol, Michael Aroa, helped him survive. Provided him with hope to live forward. However, after losing that idol to an unavoidable disaster, he is on the search for that idol. One of the most brutal Blood Manipulators and the scariest nightmare for whoever goes against him.
Zombification: 79%[Reach 100% to get to the next Grade]
Cessation Energy: 20,000,000/20,000,000
Status: Healthy
Gift: Blood Manipulation
User can create, shape, and manipulate blood. He is only able to exert control over the blood of himself, using them for various purposes, such as for rituals, examining, or most commonly combat. He can shape his blood into tendrils to strike enemies from afar or use it to trap opponents in a prison of blood. User can concentrate blood into a single point, and shoot it out akin to bullets, or sharpen their blood to the point that he can slice and tear flesh with ease or solidify blood to use as rock-hard ammunition.
Skills*
Strength: 8240(+2900)
Constitution: 6802(+1980)
Dexterity: 4602(+462)
Intelligence: 3090
Wisdom: 2820
Charm: 2680]
"I guess we have a lot to talk about, but first let me deal with them, okay?" I asked with a humble voice and he nodded with the same cheerful voice,"sure, Sir Michael. Of course. Take your time."
"George? Who is George?! Is that your real name Blood Manipulator? Hahahahaha… Finally figured it out. Now all I need to do is tell your name to Mallorn and he will put the curse on you as well… hahahaha… another powerful pawn on our side.." the leader spoke with a really creepy laugh before he looked at one of the men standing there,
"Immediately inform Mallorn."
That man took out a certain type of mobile phone and began dialing the number while the leader guy looked at me,"who is this pathetic son of a b*tch?"
Meanwhile, I finished looking at the status of everyone and realized that everyone is 'sellable' here. Not one I need to really forgive at all. It wasn't that all of them were r*pist but most of them were. As for the rest, they were mass murderers and stuff.
"In any case, let's start with you first," I spoke to the man in the corner and turned to George and Irene,"I will be back in a few minutes. Don't let them get away,"
Irene was a bit confused, while George simply nodded at me.
? "Hello, Sir Ignis? I have crucial information to give. That Blood Manipulator, remember? His name is George…. Ummm.. hel- oh! Yeah.. hmm.. Well, there was a guy who called him by his name? What guy? He is a…" While that guy was talking to one of Mallorn's men, he looked at me and began describing my features, though right after a few moments, he stopped talking about me, and then started telling him about the location.
And not even a moment after,"Huh? My name it's Orian Lerci. Yes, sir… hmm? It's 15th April, XXXX. My zodiac sign? It's *****. My age? It's 28."
And then the call got cut.
That guy just kept looking at the phone for a few moments. All of us were just looking at him with a keen expression before something happened…
"Huh?" that guy Orian Lerci… blood started oozing out of his nose, eyes and ears and soon
-AAAAAA!!!
He started screaming like hell. One could tell how much pain he was in, by the scream and by the way he was working on the ground before his body succumbed to his injuries.
Confusion spread all over the area as they looked at the horrific scene. Though that wasn't the end of it. The dead body then started levitating in the air before it started evaporating and, if looked carefully, a form of black-colored spot started developing at the center of the body.
The more the body was evaporating, withering, the bigger the black hole became. At the end, the body vanished completely, leaving a large black space in front of us. And soon enough, a man walked out of the black space in front of us.
Grey hair and gray eyes. He wore a robe as magicians do, green in color with strips of gold embedded in them. One could see a strange emblem on his hand that was shining ever so slightly.
His eyes then started looking around before they landed on George, stopped for a brief moment, before turning at me. His eyes widened in realization as he hurriedly walked towards me and spoke with a dazzled look on his face.
"Mr Michael! You have returned?! I knew it! All that waiting! All that hope! It wasn't wasteful at all! You are back!" He spoke with excitement as he looked at me. His eyes, which looked depressing a few moments ago, were now more joyful than ever and it made me confused even more.
"Ummm… I am sorry, but… I do not know who you are," I spoke with honesty. Could he be mistaking me for someone else? It could be… though his face does seem a bit familiar… however, someone with that hair and those eyes would be really hard to forget.
"Ah! I am sorry… I was disguising my appearance… wait a second," he spoke before he started chanting something.
Everyone was looking at that guy, including George, who seemed to know something about it, and Irene, who felt like she understood what was going on. Though the men of Mallorn, they didn't have any words to speak… I could easily see the fear in their eyes as they were realizing that things weren't going in their favor.
That guy Ignis, his expression took a 180-degree turn as his white hairs changed to black and his eyes turned brown. From a striking expression, it changed to something really common.
Now he was looking at me with a bright smile as he looked at me with an expectant gaze.
Though even still, I just looked at him with an awkward smile and answered,
"Ummm… I am sorry… but I still don't recall you."
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