[New Active Skill Gained: Rage of Hercules]

"Van, what's wrong!?"

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"Gah!"

Latanya was at a loss as to what to do. The shock from Hercules' soul animating still lingered in her body, but as Van screamed in pain, she had no choice but to wake up from her stupor.

Was he affected by Hercules' death that much that he screamed in grief and agony? Then why did he insist on killing the abnormally tall man in the first place!?

Numerous thoughts circled inside Latanya's mind as she approached Van, kneeling on the ground and trying to calm him down, "Are you oka--"

But suddenly, her face was grabbed by Van's skinny hands. Before she could even do anything and react, her head was slammed to the floor. Blood flowed from her nose profusely as Van lifted her head… only to once again slam it on the floor.

This time, a thunderous crack echoed throughout the room as the floor cracked, causing the two of them to fall to the floor beneath-- the kitchen.

"K… Kyaa!"

One of the servants could not help but scream her lungs out as she saw Latanya's face mangled and squished beyond recognition; her eyeballs almost popping out from her face, her nose completely sunk into her skull. It also did not help that Hercules' gigantic body fell directly in front of her.

But most notable of all was their President, once again bathed and covered in blood. But it wasn't just the blood that made them shiver in place; Van's eyes were completely drowned in red, and his hair, for some reason, seemed to float in the air, waving carelessly towards them. The cook and the servants could be considered lucky that none of them were hit by the debris from Van's room.

And so, as all of them woke up from their shock, they all made their way into the hall, screaming and calling for the guards and soldiers.

All the noise that they were making caught the attention of Van, who quickly turned his head at the running servants. He was about to rush towards them, but before he could do so, Latanya grabbed his feet.

"Now you're suddenly playing rough… I like it," Latanya's coquettish tone lingered in the kitchen room as she licked her lips, her face completely back to the way it was before-- as if nothing ever happened to it.

Seeing that Latanya was alive, Van once again let out another ominous scream, his tone cracking and scratching through the air as he turned his head upwards. And then, without even a slight pause, both his arms suddenly blurred as he sat on top of Latanya.

Latanya's stomach suddenly burst open; a fountain of blood showering throughout the surface of the kitchen, spoiling whatever pleasantries the cooks were previously preparing. An ornamented cake, now adorned by Latanya's blood and guts.

A series of thunderous echoes reverberated throughout the whole room as the floor beneath the two were slowly pulverized into sand as Van's arms punched through Latanya's stomach without pause; so much so that Van has already dug a crater, making a lake of Latanya's blood.

"..."

"As… much… as I love you taking… initiative…" Latanya let out silent and stuttered whispers as her eyes stared straight towards Van's raging face, "This… is a bit too much…

...Enough."

"Grah?"

As soon as Latanya finished her words, Van's body started dropping-- with his arms suddenly turning into mud.

"Calm down, Van," Latanya whispered. But alas, as soon as Van's body landed on top of Latanya, he quickly started biting and tearing off her flesh with his teeth, his head and jaw almost turning into a blur.

"Seriously!?" Latanya could not help but scream in frustration as there didn't seem to be a stop to Van's sudden… breakdown.

"What's going on here!?" A series of footsteps then whispered into Latanya's ears as the guards finally arrived, led by Gil who was previously guarding the castle gate against the other leaders, which were now behind him.

"T… this is…"

Most of the other City Leaders could not help but look away as soon as they saw the view in the kitchen, some even puking as they saw the scenery in the kitchen.

Suffice to say, it was truly gruesome; gruesome enough for even the toughest of men to bow down due to their shaking and shivering knees. The whole room was covered in blood. With how much blood Latanya has lost and continues to recover, it was no wonder that the whole kitchen was redesigned into a room of horror.

And the cherry on top was their new President, once again covered in blood, his arms absent; his teeth busy from chewing one of his most trusted aides.

"M… monster!"

"This… the new President must be eradicated!"

Soon, the other leaders who can still move and were not that affected by the sight of horror started to clamor and complain, their voices singing the music of a coup d'etat.

As soon as their voices reached Van, however, they quickly summoned his wrath as he once again screamed, Latanya's flesh still inside of his mouth.

"Fucking beggar!"

However, before Van could rush towards the other leaders, Gerald appeared from the crowd, his fist gunning straight towards Van's face. Van was unable to dodge due to his blind rampage, causing him to crash through the wall and to the outside, his body rotating and spinning across the ground and foliage.

"Y… you did it! You're the new presi--"

"What nonsense are you fucks saying?" Gerald quickly clicked his tongue as he raised his fist, which was now adorned by Van's teeth, all individual pieces almost embedded halfway through his knuckles.

'Since when is this beggar's face so hard?' Gerald thought as he shook his hand, scattering Van's teeth on the floor. Afterward, he then looked at Latanya,

"Oi, ebony big tits," he said, "You better heal him fast or he might die--"

Before Gerald could even finish his words, he felt a slight breeze coming from his left. He quickly turned his head, but before he could fully turn it, he felt a force on his cheek. It was then followed by the sudden shift of his vision as his body was thrown to the air; using the kitchen's walls as his brakes.

"Tch," Gerald quickly recovered, patting away the debris that lingered on his shoulder, "You're finally showing your true colors, you beggar!"

Once again, Van let out a shrilling scream that almost scratched the air. His shirt was completely gone, revealing all the scars that he had in his body; and with both his arms missing, he truly did look like a monster.

"Boss, what's wrong with Van!?"

Gil, who doesn't know whether to protect Van or to protect the others from him, ran towards Latanya and assisted her up as she healed herself. The other city leaders were now completely stupefied, their feet shivering in place. Gil gestured for the other soldiers to take them away, and as to be expected, none of them even put up a fight.

"You think anyone can know what's going on with that boy's head?" Latanya said as she stretched her arms, her glorious mountains free to move as her clothes were obliterated earlier by Van.

"You…" Gerald spat on the floor as he slowly approached Van, "I will put you out of your misery…

...Let's end this, you fucker! Ebony big tits, heal him so that it would be a fair fight!"

"...Sure."

"What!? Shouldn't we try to incapacitate him instead!?"

Gil, who saw that Latanya just went along with whatever was happening nonchalantly, could not help but voice out his complaints. But alas, his complaints reached no one as Van's arms quickly grew from his shoulders.

"Come on!" Gerald pumped his fists as he walked with full confidence towards Van. He was about to rush towards him, but before he could do so, Van's eyes suddenly returned to normal; and not even a second later, he collapsed to the ground like a soggy noodle.

"..."

"..."

"Tch," Gerald could not help but once again spit on the floor as Van remained unconscious on the floor,

"Everyone saw that, right?" Gerald then said as he looked towards the remaining people in the room, "I won… I definitely won."

"..."

'...Was there even a fight in the first place?' They all thought.