The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 287 Intense Bloodlust

Klaus, who had been meditating for seven days, opened his eyes. The moment he did, a powerful energy filled with bloodlust burst from his body, sending a violent force through his training room and, subsequently, the entire house.

The force was so intense that huge cracks began forming throughout the building. All over the house, both the maids and the security personnel rushed to the living room, fearing that someone might have attacked their Master or, worse, his mother.

However, upon reaching the living room and seeing Klausʼs mother, Miriam, and Hanna standing there, equally shocked by what was happening, they became stunned. If it wasnʼt an attack, what could have caused their home to be in such a dire state? Experience tales at empire

Their questions were quickly answered when they realized their Master was not in the house. They knew whatever had happened was because of him. Yet, none of them moved. They stood still as if waiting for him to emerge.

Klaus, realizing he had woken up from his memory retrieval, quickly reined in the intense bloodlust surging through him. It was so overwhelming that, for a brief moment, all he wanted was to go on a killing spree.

But he knew that would be a terrible idea, especially when he saw the damage he had done to the house.

Chanting filled the air as he began reciting some of the calming mantras from his past life as Fruity. A few minutes later, his heart calmed, bringing the bloodlust down a notch. After 20 minutes, he returned to normal, suppressing the bloodlust to a level no one could detect, though it still lingered just beneath the surface.

He sighed and retrieved his phone.

”Seven days, huh?” he muttered, looking at the date on the screen. He had decided to delve into the memories left by his past self seven days ago.

He had witnessed years of training and killing—so much killing that just going through the memories provoked such intense bloodlust. Of course, Klaus was similar to Fruity in terms of killing. He had slain his fair share of monsters, Zombies, and humans, so it felt somewhat normal.

However, he hadnʼt killed enough to provoke such a destructive burst of energy, one that nearly brought down his house. It was safe to assume that the memories had affected him more than he had anticipated.

”I need to go for a walk,” Klaus said as he stood up. He wasnʼt in the right mindset and needed some time to calm down. Getting some fresh air would help.

For the past 20 minutes, the maids, security, Miriam, Klausʼs mother, and his sister, Hanna, had been standing near the entrance to Klausʼs training room, waiting anxiously. Suddenly, the door opened, and he walked out.

The first thing Klaus noticed were the huge cracks in the ceiling and the shattered glass. He immediately realized he must have frightened a few people.

”Sorry, everyone. My training took a dangerous turn, but everything is fine now,” Klaus said with a reassuring smile. He knew the maids and guards were more concerned for his safety than anything else.

And they had every reason to be. Klaus had already helped about 20% of them become Sages, and the rest were either Saints or at the peak of Sainthood.

Even Kofi was nearing the Great Sage realm. In just a few months, his Great Sage core would be formed, and he would face his tribulation.

The maids and guards nodded, smiles on their faces, as they left to begin repairing some of the damage Klaus had caused.

”Are you alright?” his mother asked once they were gone, walking up to him and holding his hand.

”Iʼm fine, Mom. It was just an unexpected reaction,” Klaus replied.

However, what he did not realize was that, just like when his mother had somehow noticed his presence when he accidentally peeked at her months back, she had also sensed the intense bloodlust he had released moments earlier.

Even now, holding his hand, she could feel it. This, of course, triggered her motherly instincts—the kind that knew when something wasnʼt right with their children.

”Seriously, Mom, Iʼm fine,” Klaus said, poking her cheek playfully. He knew she didnʼt believe him, but he couldnʼt just offload everything on her like that.

That would be an awkward conversation. His past couldnʼt be shared lightly, and he knew that much. Despite knowing some things about her own past, he could only endure and try to come to terms with his own struggles on his own.

The current Klaus is far from being fine. His mind is in turmoil from the flood of memories he has absorbed.

First, it was the painful memory of his mother and Hannaʼs deaths, followed by the tragic loss of half the monks who had planned to sacrifice their souls to activate a nameless token. This token was supposed to send Fruity to a land brimming with resources.

The monks didnʼt know exactly where Fruity would end up, but they believed the sacrifice of 10,000 willing souls would send him somewhere valuable.

However, Fruity couldnʼt bear watching his uncles die for his sake, so at the last moment, his resurfacing memories allowed him to break the chain of fate and redirect them to the Ice World.

In the aftermath, Fruity slaughtered tens of thousands, taking their vengeful souls and using them to open a portal to the Tormented World. From there, his journey was filled with bloodshed, moving from the Eastern Region all the way to the Northern Region.

Fruityʼs excessive killing even started to worry his servant, Yuying. Upon joining the Witch Temple, he continued his slaughter, driven by the desire to rank up and qualify for the Bloodline Trial.

However, these werenʼt his only accomplishments. In the three years before entering the Trial, Fruity also retrieved the Manual on Aura Cultivation, setting him on the path to awakening the True Killing Aura, also known as the Asura Aura (Slaughter Aura), as Yuying referred to it.

It took him two and a half years to awaken it, and back then, he had killed so much that he became numb to slaughter. Thankfully, the memories stopped just as he entered the Trial.

Klaus knew the memories that followed would be filled with the slaughter that would soon herald him to the world as the Renegade Monk—one who walked in opposition to the teachings of monks.

That being said, his brain is now f*cked up from all the slaughter, and now, remembering everything, the past and current bloodlust started to resurface.

”Iʼll just take a walk outside for a few hours to clear my mind,” Fruity said, kissing his mother on the cheek before leaving the house. After he left, the three women in the room sighed.

”He was lying,” his mother said.

”I can tell heʼs in so much pain, but it seems he didnʼt want to share, not even with me.” Her expression grew sad.

”Mom, donʼt be sad. Heʼll open up when heʼs ready. You just have to give him some time,” Hanna said, holding her motherʼs hand. Miriam also stepped closer, taking her other hand.

Like Klausʼs mother, the two women could sense the bloodlust in him, especially Miriam, who now shared an intimate connection with him.

”Should I follow him?” Miriam asked, watching as Klaus walked out of the house.

”No, he wants to be alone, so we should give him his privacy,” his mother said with a sigh. As a mother, it was only natural to worry. Thankfully, she had two amazing women by her side to comfort her.

Klaus, having just exited his house, decided to walk in a certain direction. He did not have anywhere particular in mind, so he simply began walking. However, after a while, he found himself in the slums, heading toward the house where he and his mother used to live.

When he arrived, he quickly sat on a stone beside the house. He gazed into the sky, and after a while, closed his eyes, clearly lost in deep thought. However, that didnʼt last long. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and, in a cold, menacing tone, uttered:

”Iʼm really not in the mood for any cat-and-mouse games. If you want to die today, then come out of the shadows. Otherwise, scram.”

As if to emphasize his words, a dense bloodlust burst from his body, blowing everything away, including the makeshift apartment they once lived in.

But it wasnʼt the only thing blown away. From the shadows, a figure dressed in black emerged, holding his head and rolling on the ground.