The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 315 Aura Of Slaughter

After nearly destroying his house, Klaus decided to buy a much bigger one. This time, he made sure some of the training rooms were far sturdier than the previous one. He didnʼt want it crumbling the next time he unleashed a powerful energy.

Today was one of those days. After returning from his five uncles, Klaus decided to enter seclusion to awaken his slaughter Aura.

As he entered the training room, he sealed the door and made sure his family knew not to disturb him until he came out.

He retrieved the Mad Berserker Red Tiger Core, and immediately, a bloodthirsty aura filled the room, making Klausʼs blood boil.

”This is one dangerous core. I wonder how powerful the monster this came from was,” Klaus muttered.

”Donʼt even think about it. With your current strength, it would crush you with just its aura,” the senior said, his tone slightly amused, as if heʼd just heard the joke of the century.

”Have some confidence in me, Senior. Iʼm much more powerful now, you know,” Klaus replied with a smile.

”Go ahead and absorb it. The longer itʼs exposed, the more energy is wasted. I wonʼt continue to comment once you begin, as this is a significant moment for you, and my remarks would only bring you more harm than good. So do your best not to get overwhelmed.” The senior paused and then continued

”That would be bad.”

Klaus sighed and began absorbing the core. As soon as the first strand of bloodthirsty energy entered his body, the Seal of Slaughter within his soul sea trembled, releasing a dense bloodthirsty energy that immediately filled one portion of his soul sea.

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On the other side, the Pentaface bead also started spinning, and the golden Star energy beneath it began to circulate.

Klaus immediately felt his body becoming overwhelmed with the urge for slaughter. He could sense it in every fiber of his being, each inch screaming for bloodshed. Slowly, he began to be overtaken by the influence.

ʼThis is a bit different from when I awakened it in the Tormented World,ʼ Klaus thought to himself.

ʼBut exciting, isnʼt it?ʼ Klaus said, then he froze, his eyes widening. The tone heʼd spoken in was cold, sinister—unsettling just to hear.

ʼI didnʼt say that,ʼ he thought, a sudden fear gripping him. He didnʼt know why, but hearing that voice—an exact copy of his own—terrified him with its icy undertone.

”Chill, bro, I come in peace.” Klausʼs eyes widened again, and then he blinked.

The moment blinked, his gaze met the person who spoke. There he was—a carbon copy of himself sitting right across from him.

Silver-red hair, a perfectly chiseled face, an athletic build, neatly dressed, and with a familiar but unnervingly dark set of red eyes.

ʼWhy is it always the eyes?” Klaus thought, though still on edge.

”The jokeʼs on you,” the other him said with a smirk. ”I fancy the ladies already swooning over those golden eyes.”

”Not my fault you have ugly ones,” Klaus sighed. Yet again, he was visited by someone—well, by himself, his past self, uninvited. And he could read his thoughts, which wasnʼt his first rodeo.

The two stared into each otherʼs eyes for a full minute—a rather awkward moment. Two people, the same person, looking at himself. A very awkward moment indeed.

Klaus sighed.

”Who might you be? It would be helpful if you told me your name.” Klaus wasnʼt happy about the whole situation, but he knew he needed it. He didnʼt need a genius to tell him that the one responsible for subduing the Eye of Malevolence was the same person sitting in front of him.

It was himself from one of his past incarnations—the third, to be precise, since Fruity was the fourth.

ʼWhy am I scared of him?ʼ Klaus thought. ʼHe is me, and I am him, so why am I scared?ʼ

”Chill, bruh. For now, you can just call me Number Three. As for why Iʼm here—you needed me, dummy. Without me, you wouldʼve exploded by now.”

Klausʼs heartbeat slowed for a moment when he heard that.

”What do you mean? I was just absorbing the core to awaken the Aura of Slaughter. Iʼve done it before,” Klaus said.

”Was the Seal of Slaughter and the Demon Bead present back then?” Number Three asked in a sarcastic tone. Klaus, in a moment of clarity, widened his eyes, his golden gaze gleaming.

”Fuck, those eyes are immaculate,” Number Three said, peering closely at Klausʼs eyes.

”Dude, thatʼs weird,” Klaus said with a frown moving his face away from Number Three.

”What do I have to do?” he asked.

”Wouldnʼt you like to know?” he said, forming a small orb in his hands. The moment Klaus saw it, his frown deepened—he knew exactly what the orb was for.

When he first met Fruity, it had been a cup of tea; now, it was an orb—a sinister-looking red orb, the kind that held nothing good. He knew himself well enough to sense that nothing good would come from the face staring back at him.

”Chill, bruh. The current you is just too weak to know anything about me. You havenʼt even opened the Demon Bead yet. Do you really think youʼre ready to know anything about me?”

Klaus sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. He had dodged a bullet. The memories he already had were more than he could handle, so he truly wasnʼt ready for any new ones. However, his relief soon vanished when something else echoed in his mind. Something Number Three just said.

”What do you mean by not being able to open the Demon Bead?” Klaus asked. ”And more importantly, why are you calling the Pentaface Bead a Demon Bead?”

Number Three sighed, then, without saying anything, pressed the orb against Klausʼs forehead, their faces just inches apart.

”You are still too soft, careful, and weak.” Number Three didnʼt say anything else; he simply flicked Klausʼs forehead gently, sending him out of the realm he had just entered.

Immediately, he was back, he found himself drawn into a thick red and golden mist. The entire training room reeks of bloodlust.

He sighed then as if knowing what to do, he formed a series of hand seals. The orb Number Three pressed against his forehead contained what he needed to safely awaken the Slaughter Aura.

A purple runic diagram appeared on the floor. At once, the golden and red mist began to swirl around him. In just a few moments, it formed an egg-shaped cocoon around him. Just like that, Klaus was encased in a golden-red cocoon.

A day passed, yet he remained in the cocoon, unchanged. The purple diagram was still active absorbing the natural energy in the air and feeding it to the cocoon.

Inside his soul sea though, the golden energy beneath the Pentaface bead was still circulating, releasing waves of potent energy that seemed to affect the first door.

The energy seems to be affecting it. It began to open, though it was almost inconceivable due to how slow it was opening.

Two days passed, and Klaus was still inside the cocoon. However, within his soul sea, the door had opened slightly, revealing only a couple of inches of space inside. Looking closely, one could see a large red star in the distance.

The third, fourth, and fifth days passed, but nothing changed aside from the door slowly opening and the red star becoming more pronounced. The golden energy remained the same as before; it hadnʼt receded by even an inch.

On the sixth day, strange markings began to appear on the cocoon. By the seventh day, the cocoon started exuding a chaotic mix of bloodthirsty and sharp auras.

By the eighth day, more markings appeared on the cocoon, and the aura emitting from it became more potent. The entire training room was filled with this powerful energy.

A few more days passed until the fifteenth day when something strange happened in Klausʼs soul sea.