Sin and Virtue System

74. Bloodthirsty Demon and the Power of Domain.

<Domain>.

An exclusive technique that had the power to ruin the hierarchy of the world.

Creating a domain means creating personal space. A person having their domain had the power to bend the rules of space, and eventually the world itself.

This not only gave the person immeasurable power but also the authority to break the rules of that world.

There were infinite things that no one knew about the creation of worlds but one thing was known to everyone for sure and that was that every world had a certain set of rules.

Rules like gravity, where every object has to abide by this law.

Domain was the ability to stand against those rules and create its own rules and authority.

Robert had this power just because of sheer luck and coincidence.

"I must say…" Robert looked at his hand where he had lost two fingers, his index, and middle finger.

He lost the hilt of his sword as well.

"That technique of yours is unique…"

Logan wasn't unscathed either.

Robert's two fingers had sliced his left arm before getting chopped.

"Tsk, now this is annoying," Robert said while clicking his tongue.

On the other hand, Logan was calm. Why did Logan sacrifice his entire left arm for Robert's two fingers?

Because the <God of War> suggested it.

Earlier, when Robert had grabbed Logan by the neck, he tried to locate his core and found it on the left side of his chest.

When Robert's fingers came closer, <God of War> suggested sacrificing his Left arm and taking down Robert's three fingers.

Logan missed the third finger but was successful in taking down the two.

Robert's domain which troubled Logan started fading.

"Tsk… troublesome than I thought…" Now Robert was not enjoying this. His motive was to torment Logan and take every bit of information from him. But after what happened now, changed his plans.

The reason Logan cut his two fingers was the artifacts on them. Artifacts that were enchanted with magic runes had a limit.

Robert was wearing three magic rings that were recovering his mana at an astronomical rate, he was barely able to hold the domain and fight with his limited mana.

Thus the three rings helped him to recover mana at a faster rate. But now his recovery rate was returned to normal.

Although he wasn't worried about his lost fingers or Logan, he was still furious about Logan being able to fight decently and cut his two fingers.

'When did he notice my rings?' The reason he wore black clothes was that every artifact on his body was in some way or the other related to his affinity with shadows and mana recovery.

The rings under his gloves were hardly noticeable.

Specifically, the correct fingers on which he could put them.

Robert was curious to know more about Logan.

…

Logan on the other hand was in a little pain. 𝑓𝗿𝐞𝘦𝘄ｅ𝘣n𝘰𝘷eƖ.c𝘰𝗺

Unlike the OP protagonists who could bear any pain as long as they had their systems and protagonist's halo, Logan was different.

He felt two emotions, anger and betrayal.

Anger for losing his arm, and betrayed by his skill's actions. This was the first time that <God of War> had suggested some consequences with it.

Losing an arm was a big deal for him.

Why?

A living body is symmetrical and balanced. Because of losing an arm, the balance of the body gets disturbed.

The symmetric structure gets disturbed and if any of the parts lose symmetry, the center of gravity for the given body changes.

Logan had never lost any of his organs in a battle of any sort. Thus, this pain was excruciating, even for him, a demon.

Suddenly, to lessen the pain, adrenaline rushed through his body.

His breathing ragged and his blood started boiling.

Every limb in his body cried in pain as his muscles started budging. Unconsciously, his body started growing like a balloon, as of it was going to burst. 𝘧𝑟𝘦𝒆w𝚎𝙗nov𝘦𝗹.𝐜o𝓶

"Haaa…. Ha…." He did not shout, but his pupils turned blood red.

Veins budged on his demonic body. Using his anger to boost his strength, Logan used berserk. A basic demon trait. But unlike what one would expect, he remained stationed and did not attack like a berserk barbarian.

"You… why aren't you attacking…?" Robert was dumbfounded.

'Can he control his emotions… in an angered state?' He was a demon hunter with great feats. But he had yet to see a demon able to stay calm even in his berserk state.

"Blood…" That was all Robert heard before something hard hit his face.

Boom!

Logan picked up his arm and tossed it inside a storage ring. With another swift movement, he picked up Gazel's sword lying on the floor.

Robert was sent flying with his single punch.

Although his head was fuzzy and he couldn't make any move properly, Logan was still trusting the <God of War>.

According to it, Logan had an advantage and a single move was required to end Robert's life.

But there was one problem.

Logan could not use a sword without his right hand.

If he wanted to use his signature move, <Spiritual Sword>, he needed his right hand for it.

'Just what should I do..?' Logan was contemplating.

He didn't know what he should do to not miss this opportunity.

He had been fighting with Robert only for a few minutes but he could see that if he did not finish Robert then he was doomed.

…

[Robert's POV]

I had a peculiar past. Born as a half-elf and other of my half-race… I always avoided mentioning it.

Because I was born after my mother was raped and kept alive till my birth.

From childhood, I was mocked for my race. That was why I kept my distance from people. I never had a place called home.

I was banished from villages and was kicked out of food stalls whenever they saw my face. But one day, "If you join the demon hunter association, you will be able to shut those mocking mouths." Someone suggested me.

'Will the association help me?' There was no one to answer my question, but I held to that hope.

I wanted to ignore that advice but my heart did not. And that was when I did the greatest mistake of my life.

I trusted that hope and went to the association.

"You have got a talent for magic." The mage there said.

Things went unexpectedly smoothly and I was able to train under the association.

My trust in them grew stronger.

I trusted beasts who wanted nothing but to exploit my powers.

The reason? I was a half-creature of darkness since my mother was raped by demons.

Being a half-creature of darkness, I was able to get something that anyone would be envious of.

<Shadow> affinity.

This attracted a lot of unwanted attention but I wasn't worried, because I trusted them.

If they killed me unnecessarily, then they will lose a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have the rarest elemental affinity.

<Shadow> was a part of Darkness, however, the <Shadow> was not a matter like darkness.

I was able to get such an advanced power because of the blood that I cursed all of my life.

Years passed.

Then one day, I was sent on a special mission.

To explore an unknown tomb.

When I was on an expedition of exploring that ancient tomb, I found a broken chest that everyone ignored, and inside that chest, there was a book that had a unique technique called <Domain>.

I thought myself lucky since I could read that language and understand the technique, but my team had different plans for me.

'Let's dispose of this filth here!'

'This demon doesn't deserve anything!'

Betrayed by them in a feat of greed, I fought against the entire expedition party.

My half-blood had one more trait and that was quick understanding.

Before they attack me, I read half of the technique on the spot from whatever I could read.

Because of this, <Domain> is only partially learned.

I brazenly used Domain and killed the entire party but lost the technique somewhere inside.

Domain technique was only half known. This was why I was met with backlashes as well.

First was that the mana inside me drained like crazy. The second was the amount of mana required to maintain the domain. The third was the mental strain I had to bear to keep the domain open for even a second was horrible.

…

"This doesn't make any sense…" Robert muttered as he coughed some more blood.

The reason for his arrogance and pride was his strength, which was getting crushed by a lowly demon.

Robert wasn't giving up either.

So what if he lost against the demon in the amount of mana and his physical strength?

His biggest asset, his intelligence was still intact.

"You are paying for this…" He said and suddenly the space around him distorted.

"Ha….!" He shouted and pulled something out of thin air.

Bam!

"Ugh!" Unexpected… Even in his dreams, Logan never expected that Robert will pull out something like this.

"I admit I underestimated you… Though I expected something interesting from you… But now… You must die!" Robert blurted out things similar to a third-grade villain. His body writhing in pain must've driven him crazy.

The thing in his hand was similar to a gun… Shotgun…

"Fucking hell…" Logan snorted as he felt the particles of something crawling on his skin.

Robert just pulled out a gun after losing two of his fingers… "A demon hunter always carries a gun, you didn't know?" How could Logan know the customs of demon hunters? Had Robert really lost it?