Anger.

This emotion was one that Saquin rarely ever felt. His train of thoughts had always been fundamentally different from a normal human. What got him angry was not of the same spectrum as those of others.

Then, even if he does get angry, losing himself to anger was an impossible event.

He had too much hold on his emotions and actions for such a thing to be possible.

Right now, he was not explicitly angry, rather he was feeling more annoyed. Though, he could feel the anger creeping in.

The anger was not due to the bunch of ragtag Empowered littered across the ruins of the Energy Facility. Nor was it due to his nagging concern of Star's current state.

Rather it was an internal problem.

He hated this.

Hated what had happened, and what was still unfolding across the city.

Chaos.

Events slipping through his fingers, too many threads dancing out of reach.

Anyone else might think, It's just a heist. Chill.

But no.

He could feel it, the heist was just one strand. He was tangled in an entire web of events, some connected, some not, most of them shrouded in shadow. And even without the full picture, he knew he was already at the center… or soon would be.

It felt like every incident had its own timeline, spinning alone. And he had become the thread stitching them together.

Whether by his presence or his choices, he couldn't say. But he knew this much: the city was burning partly because of him, whether he meant it or not.

Exhibit number one: Who is Simons?

Sure, on paper he was just a Pinnacle Senar Initiate with a delivery job. But what was he delivering?

Saquin's senses couldn't even decipher half the cargo in that LTV. And any real powerhouse moving goods like that wouldn't use a delivery van. That meant contraband… or something worse.

That was why Saquin noticed him in the first place. Why he picked his vehicle. Why he asked about smuggling. Why he sent Shalis away. She put Simons on edge, and she would've ruined the fun of unraveling the mystery.

Before the explosion, he thought Simons was working with this current bunch, moving their explosives.

But now? His face was nowhere among them.

So… who was the guy truly working for?

Ha... really tiring.

Exhibit two: was of course... What the hell was the Dark Prince doing here?

A planet this far out from the central section of the galaxy, where his academy was located, was not an ideal place to come to hunt down some random beasts of a Tier 2 Access.

No matter how he thought of it, it was just sus.

Exhibit Three: Why was Star tagged as Happiness?

He wasn't exactly complaining about that one… but still.

Exhibit Four: His Divine sense cannot be deceived.

No, unless another Divine specialized in deception, or was simply stronger, tried to fool him, his sense was absolute.

So, yea, a Tier 3 Access break was about to go down.

That threat was still on.

Exhibit Five(also the most important): Why had the captain chosen this planet?

There was no logical reason to choose this planet. In a sense, if he was going for a truly rural planet, he could have done better if he had picked one out from the hot water of the galaxy middle section with a blindfold on.

Fuck it, the captain was stinky wealthy, even wealthier than he was presently, he could have just bought a random planet and shoved him there.

So yeah. Saquin wasn't losing his mind. Something was genuinely wrong here.

His worries built up… then suddenly scattered like smoke.

"Fuck it, who cares…" He straightened, his [Frosty Feather Sword] materialized in his hand. "Let's have some fun."

His whole dilemma had taken place in his head in less than a minute.

Though, that time was more than enough for those around to notice him.

"A survivor, huh." One of the leading figures amongst the Empowered noticed Saquin.

"A Senar Initiate... He probably has a treasure on him that lets him survive the explosion. Take him out, make sure to be careful though."

He addressed his subordinates as he continued with his diligent search for the bodies of the top brass of the city.

Saquin stood on the spot as he stared at the weaklings disguised as an elite force of Empowered close in on him.

He did not pay much attention to it before, but it seems the underlings were all dressed in a uniform. Noting this, he realized that this was not just any random heist, it was a mission carried out by a secret power or underground organization.

It did not matter to him much though, they were all glass that could be shattered at a touch in front of him.

That thought made him pause in his mind.

Since when did I become so violent and uncaring about human life? Or is it that I was always like this?

Distracted by his own thoughts, he was not able to react as the first attack closed in. It was from a Ranger at the back of the group, a flaming polearm.

The attack struck true, even though its fire was sizzled out by the cold air around Saquin before it got close.

Saquin barely stirred as the polearm fell to the ground.

He looked down at the weapon and scoffed. It had not even put a scratch on his fit. His Unique-Core was already stronger than the Grade One level, backed up by his Senar; it would be a Senar Initiate's wet dream to damage it without assistance.

Turns out his skin was just as tough as an axe chopped at his arm and merely bounced off.

The passive defense of Senar in his system added with his physique placed him in a world of his own in terms of defense.

Soon, attacks rained down on him.

From Rangers, Assassins, Fighters, Emitters...

The spot he stood on became a site of colorful explosion as attacks of varying affinity mixed and clashed against him.

"Weak."

Saquin said this with no contempt in his voice. To him, he was just stating a fact. Compared to him, these guys did not even qualify to be called pitiful. And that was despite the fact that all of them had a higher level than him, with the vast majority being Pinnacle Senar Initiates.

There were even a few New Senar Users amongst them, but they could not even put a scratch on him.

"Don't you guys get tired?" Saquin tilted his head at the attackers that have slowly fallen into despair.

The spot he stood on had since sunk into a small crater as a result of the unending attacks.

"If you guys are done with your shenanigans, I have a damsel to rescue."

Saquin picked at his ears as he started walking forward, out of the small crater.

He was completely unobstructed as all the Empowered shrank back in fear at the sight of the unscathed man calmly walking forward.

"I just won without lifting a single finger."

Saquin chuckled.

"I wish my next feat could be accomplished the same way, but alas, the shortcomings of a Mundane ability."

He mused to himself as he approached the center of the ruin, near the Core site, or its former site.

He noticed that despite the delicate plan by the bombers, some of the city top brass still survived and they were now engaged in a heated battle.

Their survival did not come as a surprise to Saquin, as powerhouses in their own rights, they of course possessed their individual trump cards.

As he walked, his eyes wandered to his surroundings, to the distant skyscrapers, the slums. He could not make much out, but he could tell, they were all ablazed with fights.

At that point, he started developing a moral dilemma.

He could stop all this fighting in an instance by summoning Shalis back.

Sure Comm communication had been compromised, but he did not need his Comm to recall her, she was his artifact anyways.

Ultimately, he did not.

There was no morally right reason, he just did not do it.

"Oh? You still alive?"

Saquin turned to see the man that had given the order of attack standing in front of him, just a few meters away.

"I guess I am." He shrugged.

"I see, that means you have a couple up your sleeves. Doesn't matter, your journey comes to an end right now." The man said with a dangerous smirk on his lips, his aura flaring up. The area around him became distorted, the air grew heavy. Even Saquin could feel his body grow heavier by a few fold.

"Is that gravity.." Saquin muttered. "Strong."

"That I am." The man huffed. "Now speak your last wish and go chill in heaven."

"Hmm, I see how it is." Saquin said to himself. Then, "you don't know anything about me and already concluded our upcoming fight to be your win. Don't you know it is quite stupid to make assumptions on an Empowered you are ignorant about?"

He said this as he had made the same mistake in the past. A few days ago in fact.

"I don't care to know more of you. Do you think I am wrong? Throw your hand and I will show you I was right." The man retorted with a snort.

"Never said you were wrong." Saquin smirked. "In fact you were right. I forfeit, so you win this fight by default."

"I see you have a few screws loose." The man snorted.

"I guess, but I am still quite rational. I mean, just like right now, I decided to forgo a fight to ensure a kill."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a surge of ice cold air burst out from him. The fog-like air obstructed the man's vision, but not his Senar sense. That job was done by the immense amount of Senar present in the air, like a Senar storm.

The man, an experienced Senar Adept, did not place all his eggs in a single basket as his senses spread out to the environment to prevent any surprise attack.

At that point, Saquin's point reared its head and proved itself.

Assuming Saquin was a Fighter type with an Ice Affinity and Ability, he completely left himself open for the Assassin type with a Space Affinity and Ability, assisted by an assassin type Ability Saquin.

Rune(s): Conceal.

A simple Blink to the man's back and a swing of his sword earned Saquin the kill.

[ You have slain a human -- Lesser Senar Adept {Hyper} ]

[ Senaressence extracted. ]

[ Lifeessence extracted. ]

[ Skill gained. ]

[ Core gained. ]

Saquin indifferently watched as the head separated from the body and as it fell to the ground before followed by the body.

"Now, back to business."

He spun on his heel and took a look at the ruin as a whole.

He stretched out both of his hands, both facing downwards.

He took a deep breath in.

Then.

He started turning his hands upwards.

He struggled with this, his hands were trembling as he pushed more strength and Senar into them.

What he was trying to do was not so easy as it felt like he was moving his hands through dry concrete.

He snorted.

Moving his hand through dry concrete? That would be simple as fuck. For him, it would be like there was no resistance.

He relaxed his posture and with unwavering confidence, he flipped both hands over.

With the hands came the ruin.

[ Telekinesis ]

Every debris, every broken wall. metal pieces... all that was left of the facility floated upwards.

The lower echelon bombers Empowered, who were not busy fighting against the city top brass, stood frozen still at the sight in front of them.

"I am sorry.. at the same time, I am not."

Saquin let out a breath and what followed was a bloody scene of carnage and blood.

Cold Senar flowed from him into the various pieces that floated in the air before they turned into weapons assaulting the poor bombers.

Saquin paid them no more attention as he stared at the beauty staggering up to her feet in front of him.

He took her hand and helped her up.

Meeting his eyes, she muttered with both shock and reverence.

"You are a Divine..."

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