The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

After mastering the wing technique to a decent level, Karsha decided to take a break in the Rose Garden. What he planned as a few hours of relaxation unexpectedly turned into three days. He was baffled to find he had somehow slept inside the subspace. It was a shock when he woke up, but after some thought, he decided some things were better left unexplained.

His next goal was to master the Sader Ice Strike, a technique he got from killing Nedin while hunting the Overlords. He had been wanting to master it for weeks but had always been too busy. Now, he finally had the time to focus on it.

"I only hope this works out; otherwise, I’ll be disappointed," Karsha sighed. When he fought Nedin, a mutation in the technique caused it to go berserk. While that had been dangerous, Karsha saw it as an opportunity to train the skill to become much stronger. He believed that by incorporating the fire element into the technique, he could replicate that berserk mutation and harness its power.

"Huh, these runes are really strange," Karsha muttered as soon as he accessed the technique. He immediately noticed some unusual-looking runes. Back when he accessed the core runes of the Dark Prince Hell Art, he wasn’t that knowledgeable about runes. But now, he could pick up on most runes and even draw them.

His expression turned curious and puzzled. "It’s like they’ve been tampered with. But this is also good. I can easily access that core and do whatever I want," Karsha smiled, diving into comprehending the entire structure of the technique’s core.

"Wow, this is going to take some time to figure out," Karsha sighed after spending 10 hours trying to understand the structure of the runes. He had underestimated the complexity from the start, and now, he was paying for it.

"No rest for the wicked, I guess," Karsha smiled and dived back in. Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, but he still hadn’t touched the core. The nature of this technique was just too strange.

Karsha’s initial curiosity turned into determination as the days went by. "These runes are something else," he muttered, his eyes glued to the complex symbols. "I thought I’d be done by now."

Weeks turned into months, and Karsha’s routine became a relentless cycle of studying the runes. He never even had the thought to rest and relax even after a month. "Why are these runes so tricky? Every time I think I’m getting close, they throw another curveball at me."

His progress was slow, but he was stubborn. "I can’t believe it’s been three weeks, and I’m still not at the core," he sighed one evening, rubbing his temples. "But giving up isn’t an option."

By the second month, he began to appreciate the intricacy of the Runes, even if it frustrated him. "These runes are like a puzzle designed to test my patience," he mused. "I guess whoever created this technique donest want anyone tempering with it or more like they wanted to challenge me. Well Joke on you, I will crack this puzzle and turn this technique into my bitch"

At this point, Karsha doesn’t know if he is exhausted, stressed, or straight out going mad from the frustration. He kept commenting and cursing at whoever made this technique so complex for him.

Halfway through the third month, Karsha was exhausted but determined. "This is taking forever," he muttered a hint of desperation in his voice. "But if I crack this, it’ll be worth it."

Four months in, he could feel he was getting closer. "Almost there... I can sense it," he said, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. "Just a little more, and I’ll reach the core. Just wait, Big Daddy will make you his bitch"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he saw the faint glow of the core runes. "There you are," he whispered, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "Now, let’s see what secrets you’ve been hiding."

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Finally reaching the core runes, Karsha knew the next step was to create a channel that would allow him to access the technique’s core anytime he needed it. Of course, it was easier said than done.

"Alright, Karsha," he muttered to himself, "this is the final stretch. Creating this channel won’t be a walk in the park, but I’ve come too far to back down now." Karsha had a unique way of coping with stress, one he had developed after his first tour in Afghanistan when he was battling depression and PTSD. Monks in China had helped him during that dark time. Since he couldn’t chant their mantras, they helped him come up with his own.

Whenever Karsha found himself in sticky situations or feeling stressed out, he would mimic the voices of people he had relationships with, a habit that had always calmed him down. Now, faced with the complexity of the runes and the challenge of creating the channel, he felt that familiar urge to use his coping mechanism.

As he worked, he began to hear the voices in his mind, each one a comforting presence. "You got this, buddy," he mimicked the encouraging tone of his old friend, General Jay. "Remember, baby steps," he added, smiling slightly at the memory.

He began carefully mapping out the pathway for the channel, his focus razor-sharp. Each move was precise, every detail scrutinized. "If I mess this up, all those months will be for nothing," he thought, his hands steady but his mind racing.

Hours turned into days as he meticulously worked on the channel. "These runes are like a maze," he commented, eyebrows furrowed. "One wrong turn and I’ll have to start over."

After a week, he had made significant progress, but the complexity of the task was evident. "I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but this is on another level," he sighed, wiping sweat from his brow.

As the second week rolled in, Karsha’s determination never wavered. "I’m getting closer," he said, his voice tinged with both exhaustion and excitement. "I can feel the core responding."

By the end of the month, he was on the brink of success. "Just a few more adjustments," he whispered, his hands moving with practiced precision. "I can’t afford any mistakes now."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Karsha completed the channel. He took a step back, admiring his work. "It’s done," he said, a mix of relief and triumph in his voice. "I can access the core anytime I want now."

"Let’s see what you’re hiding," Karsha murmured to himself. Now that he had a connection to the core, he wasted no time diving into it. The faster he got things done, the more time he could spend some steamy time with his women.

"Huh, this... these are elemental runes," he exclaimed. As soon as he probed into the core, his consciousness entered a vast space. He expected this much since it had happened when he created the channel for the Dark Prince Hell Art. However, what he didn’t expect were the eight massive runes hanging in the air like giant paintings.

There were eight runes in total. One of them shone with an icy blue light, while the others were dim, emitting no light at all.

"These are the runes from the eight elements I currently have an affinity for," Karsha realized. He moved closer to the icy blue rune, feeling its cold energy radiating out. The other runes, though dim, seemed to pulse faintly as if waiting to be activated.

"This is incredible," he thought. "Each rune represents one of my elemental powers." The essence of this discovery was immense. If he could unlock the full potential of each rune, the power of the technique would increase greatly.

"So, the mutation wasn’t a coincidence. There’s actually a rune for each element," Karsha said, smiling happily. "I guess this explains the strange runes I saw earlier."

The Dark Prince Hell Art allowed him to access the core and condense his own elemental rune. However, these runes were already formed; all he needed to do was awaken them.

The ice rune was already awakened, but Karsha could tell it wasn’t exerting even 5% of its true power. "I guess my elemental affinity is still weaker than I thought," he muttered, looking at the ice-blue rune. The other runes would require great nurturing, and Karsha was more than ready for the challenge.

"It’s like the heavens are looking favorably on me," Karsha said. But he immediately regretted the words. He remembered the tribulation that descended on him when he helped Yi Ran during her lightning tribulation.

"Maybe I shouldn’t tempt fate," he chuckled, shaking his head. "I guess it took late now," He smiled remembering the title he now held, the Seeker of the Untamed. He is walking the path that goes contrary to fate so automatically, the two are bound to be enemies.

Turning his focus back to the runes, Karsha felt a renewed sense of determination. He had a clear path forward: nurture each elemental rune, unlock their full potential, and integrate them into his techniques. The path was clear now, but he knew it was not going to be simple.

"As always, let’s start with the most obvious" Karsha formed a seal and the fire rune floated before him. Sitting down, he started the nurturing process. He has to awaken it and the only way is to channel his energy into the rune and hope for the best.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. The process was slow and time-consuming, but Karsha had more than enough time on his hands. He only hoped he wasn’t wasting too much of it.

Twenty days passed, and yet there was no reaction from the Fire rune indicating it was awakening. Frustration started to creep in, but Karsha pushed it aside, focusing on his task with renewed determination.

"This is going to take longer than I thought," he muttered to himself, sitting cross-legged in the Rose Garden. The serene surroundings helped him maintain his calm, but the lack of progress gnawed at him.

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100 day later, Karsha smiled slightly and muttered, "Almost there"