The Over-Break System

BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!

Before the older man, Taileek Bralley could finish his rant, a loud concussive boom rattled the room as the goateed man was sent flying into the opposite side and embedded in the thick, cemented structure.

”How about you shut your fucking mouth, old man!” Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, Cynrik stood with his left leg held up, indicating the attack he had dished out was that of a rolling sidekick to the man’s chest.

”CYNRIK JETLENSR?” One of the bodyguards shouted in confusion after recognizing the young man with his leg raised in the air.

”HOW DID THIS BASTARD GET IN?” A second cried in fright.

”Quit your squabbling; we must protect Patriarch Bralley!” The third of four bodyguards, one with a calmer disposition, stated while rushing forward to attack Cynrik.

Meanwhile, the final bodyguard, a lithe woman, rushed to the aid of her Patriarch, who was embedded in the wall of Geralt’s office, struggling to move.

Although Patriarch Bralley was at the Peak of Tier-5, Cynrik held nothing back when he launched his sneak attack, shattering Patriarch Bralley’s sternum and all of his ribs and collapsing the man’s lungs.

”Call me a brat or Bastard one more time, and I will forgo crippling your bodies and reap your lives instead.” Slowly lowering his leg, Cynrik unleashed his combination of Killing Intent and Aura, flattening every bodyguard in the room and the now extricated and injured Patriarch.

”It seems that my absence from the public eye and stagnation at the End of Tier-3 has left you asshats believing me to be weak and a pushover, yet you show up here today with a member of my faction in such a dismembered state and believe I will allow you to leave in one piece?”

”Youuu…youuu…Headmaster Rivia…dooo…something about this Bra…ACK!” Coughing up blood and struggling to glare at Cynrik, Patriarch Bralley reached out his hand and demanded assistance from Geralt, but when he began calling Cynrik a Brat for a second time, five pitch-black spikes shot from the ground and toward the ceiling, unhindered by the arms, legs, and torso in their path from the floor.

”The fuck did I say about calling me a brat again, you stupid bitch?” Walking over and crouching down beside Kurza, Cynrik twitched his left index finger and had the Umbral Spikes hang Patriarch Bralley by his limbs in the air.

At the same time, he flicked his wrist and withdrew several high-grade health, stamina, and mana potions from his inventory before rolling Kurza onto his back and forcing the liquids down his faction member’s throat.

{{Sending him your way, Brance, work on stabilizing his body before attempting to fix any of the problems you see; none of that matters if his life isn’t ensured first.}} Without glancing at his brother, Cynrik gently lifted Kurza’s unconscious body and handed him off as the youngest Jetlensr stopped hiding himself and appeared in the room.

{{I don’t need you to tell me that, moron, sigh, don’t worry, I got this.}} Feeling his right eye twitch, Brance received the limp body of Kurza and immediately began administering several of his Light Affinity skills to assess how deep the damage ran in Kurza’s body.

Unfortunately, when he did so, horror painted Brance’s face as he realized the scope of what the Bralley family had done to Kurza.

{{C…Cynrik his…}} Brance started but was swiftly cut off by his brother.

{{I know, and I will do something about it later; for now, stabilize him; we can deal with the rest when I have time.}} Having been the first to observe the room, Cynrik had noticed a significant problem with Kurza’s body long before Brance, and it was due to how far his [Mana Sight] had advanced.

Crippled Mana Circuits, separation of soul and Mana Body, partially destroyed Mana Codex, the damage was so extensive that even Cynrik felt a shiver down his spine as he knew a few potions and healing sessions from Brance would be far from enough to heal Kurza, and that was excluding any psychological or mental damage the young man had received at the hands of his own family.

”Geralt, you will do nothing to stop me; they have harmed one of my own, not to mention the level of disrespect they have shown VSFA, you and Myself.” Cynrik’s words came out as a demand instead of a request, causing Geralt to sigh heavily.

Funny enough, Geralt could have handled things on his own and had, in fact, planned on it since Kurza was now a member of the staff and technically under his protection, however when he saw the state of the young man’s body, the Headmaster of VSFA knew that Cynrik would tear him a new asshole the moment he stepped in, Tier-6 or not, thus, he decided it better to call the little psychopath instead of dealing with things on his own.

”Sie, Vii, come out.” Sniffling slightly, two meter-and-a-half tall ravens appeared out of thin air and flapped their wings twice before landing on Cynrik’s shoulders.

Having finally reached Tier-3, they were vastly stronger than an average human. From their sharp beaks to their long, dagger-like talons, they cut a terrifying image for everyone except Cynrik and Selene, who found the two young Nátt Hrafn adorable.

”You get two each, but don’t touch the guy with the grey facial hair.”

’Ahh, really, Papa? I can eats them?’ the voice of a young boy entered Cynrik’s mind first, and half a second later, another one followed.

’Ok Papa! Ohhh oh, brother, I want the girl; she looks tasty!’ A sweet young girl’s voice followed the first, causing Cynrik to reach up and scratch both his children under their chins.

Upon Reaching Tier-3, both Sielu and Viisaus finally unlocked the ability to communicate mentally with words, which Milo had completed at Tier-2.

”Yes, you may both feast, but be sure to save their Codexes for later; you know they take time to digest.” Wearing a chilling grin, Cynrik shrugged his children off their perches and allowed them to go to work.

Terror and realization that this was the end for them dawned on the four bodyguards, and thanks to Cynrik’s intense Killing Intent, they were rendered entirely helpless.

All they could do was watch as the two birds plopped down on their chests and tore out their eyes, followed by other small fleshy bits until…nothing.

What ensued for those watching was a horrific chorus of blood-curdling screams, squelching sounds, and happy coos from the two Nátt Hrafn.

The worst part for the bodyguards was from where they were on the ground; they witnessed everything the two birds did to their comrades, knowing they would soon be following.

”Tsk, couldn’t even bring other Tier-5s as backup and cheaped out by bringing Peak Tier-4 lackies; how am I supposed to nurture my children if the idiots who come up against us don’t throw everything our way?” Sighing ruefully, Cynrik cradled his chin with his right hand while making his way to the hung Patriarch Bralley.

However, as he was about to begin torturing the old man, several coughs from behind and a weak voice tore Cynrik’s attention away.

”C…Cyn…don’t…kill the girl…please…” A weak and feeble Kurza choked out while looking at the lady Sie had set her eyes on.