The Act of Using Anyone As My Weapon, This Is The Sinful Crown I Adorn II

Peter's chest seemed to have a crack that exposed light inside. And currently, Elliot's arm was inside it, feeling the warm light dance around his limb.

Focusing on the current task, he felt his fingertips touch something, and out of instinct he grabbed whatever item he found and yanked it out.

"What the fuck?" Elliot exclaimed breathing heavily. He had no idea why he did that, as if it was an instinctual interference.

But he didn't complain after seeing Peter drop to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

If anyone were to look at Peter, most will claim that he was dead, and that was correct. The wound on his neck had drained so much blood from him, plus he panicked and squirmed on the ground which contributed to his blood loss. Therefore, death.

John stood there shaking in his boots, after regaining his composure he couldn't help but stammer, "A-an E-e-evolver?"

Elliot couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Basically, Evolvers were basically people who performed supernatural feats, such as breathing fire, and generating sparks at one's fingertips.

He looked at John amused and thought, 'Me? An Evolver? That is a load of bulls-'

It was only then did he realize. Wasn't he performing feats that no ordinary human could perform? Wasn't he just plunging his arm in a weird hole in some dudes chest?

'If this isn't Evolver enough, then I don't know what is!' Elliot smirked. He glanced at the orb of light that hovered above his palm.

"What is that!?" John took a step back. He had been thinking about running for some time now. He had no fantasies of wanting to be bit on the neck by some white haired barbarian!

Elliot didn't pay attention to John that much, but the latter was still intimidated enough to hesitate about his next move.

The white haired boy gently tapped the orb that burst into light and went straight towards Elliot's barely covered dirty chest.

"I feel... I feel... I feel stronger!" He clenched his fist tightly, and he could already tell he was atleast twice as strong as before.

"So this is the power I have dreamed about... The one I always fantasized about." Elliot smiled. He gazed at John before sternly saying, "And those who oppose me will be crushed by my hand!"

He made his way towards the tall lanky boy he who taken a few steps back.

"Go away! G-go!!" John bent down and took a stone hidden amidst the versant grass and aimed it at Elliot. "I will throw it!"

The White haired boy did not falter one bit. In fact, he was quite angry that this boy had offended him. He did not know whether it was his pride blooming, or it was just always there.

"I dare you." He said coldly as he walked forward.

"Fuck!" John cursed and threw the stone, following that he ran like there was no tommorow.

Elliot raised his wrist just in time to block the stone, and sped after the tall boy. It hurt, but his somehow slim figure could handle it.

It was actually quite surprising, Elliot who had always known himself for being weak, was chasing someone with the lust for blood, and he was also catching up!

Elliot did not realize, but there was an illusory golden crown hovering above his head slightly.

The chase went on for half a minute before Elliot caught up and tackled the boy to the floor.

John slammed onto the verdant green grass and made a spin, landing hard on his back. Whilst, Elliot fell with his knees slamming onto John's chest.

'Just how strong is he?' John screamed inwardly, pain engulfed his mind entirely. "Get off me!!!" He tried to get the white haired boy off of him.

Elliot only grinned and held his neck, furthermore he also felt the recent feeling he had bloom once more. The feeling of plunging his arm into his chest.

So he raised his arm and smash it into John's chest under the latter's fearful eyes.

"Aaah!"

'Does he need to be dead before it will work?' Elliot wondered. He wanted to try it so he attacked John's neck multiple times.

John screamed in a muffled voice multiple times before it came to a complete halt.

He had died.

And Elliot felt no remorse. "Two lives in one day..." He smiled wryly.

In fact, he did not give a shit after doing what he had just done. When he was poor, scavenging for some scraps to eat for the day, did anyone help?

No!

No one even offered to lend him anything. Furthermore he had to quit school because he hadn't paid school fees.

Of course he had asked for help. But the only thing he got was a cold shoulder. Nobody was willing to help a homeless boy nowadays, much less one with no ability.

He sighed as he looked up gazing at the sky, but he was shocked to see a hovering golden illusory crown above his head.

The Crown was somehow translucent with a golden colour. Elliot reached for it and felt a royal and divine aura coming from it.

Even though he had never held something so grand looking, he could tell.

He could also spot some holes or slots on it, 'They must hold gems or something.' He thought and let it go.

To his surprise once again, the crown floated back to his head and hovered above it. It was as if that was it's rightful position.

Elliot shook his head and saw the familiar crack on John's chest, and without further ado he stabbed his arm into it and retrieved the same orb.

"This must be some sort of power absorbed crown." He guessed, tapping the orb as it exploded into light that entered his chest.

Then he felt his body being nourished; his skin, flesh, bones, teeth and more.

He relished in the feeling. Never wanting it to disappear.

After calming his rapid thoughts, he glanced at the two corpses.

The corpses of John and Peter.

The world had developed and Advanced, so technology to sniff out murderers were made.

So to avoid getting caught, Elliot had to think of something to evade that.

He grinned widely after realizing something?

Where were they? Beside a forest of course? And what could happen in the forest?

"Anything."

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