Mitchell glanced at the cultivator that had stopped him just now. He then took a long look at the mountain. He was already at the base so he could start ascending now. But this dumb cultivator appeared in his front and threatened to kill him if he didn't give him his spatial ring. A spatial ring that the didn't even own. Yep thats righr, he came into this trial empty handed.
"You aren't answering me? Then I'll make you regret ignoring me and you would be begging me to take your spatial ring". He grinned evilly before dashing out to attack him. A sword immediately appeared in his arms and he slashed at Mitchell, intending to cut him in two.
It was at that time Mitchell withdrawal his gaze from the mountain and looked at the man who was dashing towards him. There was only coldness in his eyes at that time ' Only the sisth stage'. He thought inwardly and sidestepped the man's attack.
The man kept dashing toward, his speed was to fast for him to stop instantly so he was behind Mitchell for only an instant. He turned his face into a ferocious expression and saw Mitchell's finger heading for his head even with his back turned to the man.
The man roared and tried to slash again but a purple light shone from his finger and the man fell down dead. There was a small hole at the center of his brows. Mitchell didn't even take a look at the body and just outstretched his hand. A spatial ring flew out from the man's body and landed on his palm.
Mitchell looked at the spatial ring for a few seconds before wearing it on his own finger. There was previously a barrier that stopped another person besides the owner to open it, but with the owner dead and his will gone. Mitchell could easily break this barrier within a few seconds and claimed the ring for himself. This was the first time he owned one, he had seen a lot of people with spatial rings that could store almost anything and he felt slight envy, so when the man kept barking about him to hand over his ring, he remembered and took his ring. Now he had one of his own.
After the three days he had used to wait for Ange he continued his journey to the mountain and this time he didn't hide from other cultivators and just went past them at his insane speed. Anyone that tried to stop him would die and he would continue but when that dead man spoke about spatial rings he suddenly remembered to snatch his ring.
During those several days, his usual demeanor changed to one of coldness and nonchalance. A personality even he did not know he had. When ever he saw a cultivator who was ambushing another cultivator, he would just glance over with disgust. He hated people like that. He hated the feeling they gave him whenever he thought of them and hated his helplessness towards their selfish actions.
His mind drift back to when he was still on earth. His helplessness when he was oppressed by his peers, by his friends and by the world. Each time he was oppressed he would feel extreme sorrow and agony in his heart but they still could not compare to when he was oppressed by the world.
Oppression by the world was not direct. It was faint and could hardly be felt but it brought about more angony and anguish than the other ones. He remembered his time in the orphanage when he was oppressed by the other kids because he was strange and liked to find no trouble. He also remembered his time in school when he was oppressed by the teachers and even fellow students.
Before he could even confess to his crush it took a long time and a lot of confidence building before he could walk up to her and say those words. He remembered all the oppression he had faced in his life and how they had made him feel helplessness towards them.
In truth he did not like the girl, it was only because his friend pushed him did he attempt it. His final helplessness was when he realized that his friend was only using him to attract girls because of his find face. He could only feel helpless because he was the only friend he had. All the helplessness he had felt all his life had been condensed into one place . . .his mind. Gradually his thinking began to deviate from the original and he became even weirder and had NL definite emotions towards humans. He only felt empty and numb.
And after arriving in the spirit realm. He found a way to vent all his life long helplessness . . .by killing those who had no meaning.
He had already made up his mind that he would kill no matter who it was. Anyone that threatened him or his existence, he would make sure to make them suffer before death. As fat as that person was still alive even if he only had a inch of his life left.
He had already grown nonchalant towards humans and any slight provocation he would hold a grudge. A grudge that he would not let go until his once of flesh was collected.
On his way here, he had already killed lots of people and beasts and their deaths did not put anything on his soul. Those people had provoked him and threatened him so they must pay for it with their lives.
He woua climb this mountain even if he had to climb over bodies to do it. He would let himself continue to be oppressed in this world as well. It was enough.
A javelin suddenly appeared over his head and would stab him in the next instant. His eyes shrank and he activated ' Qi blood explosion'. His head shifted to the right and the javelin embedded itself in his shoulder.
Mitchell turned and looked behind him. He saw a hefty man who was three times Mitchell's size and height. He grinned foolishly and brought out another javelin before throwing it again. This time Mitchell was prepared and dodged it. He coughed up blood and looked at the cultivator, there was a freezing glare in his eyes, like he wanted to freeze time itself. He pulled the javelin from his shoulder and fresh blood flowed out. The freezing glare turned to madness at the sight of his own blood being spilt and he could not help but vomit another mouthful of blood in anger.
The man was at the ninth stage of foundation building and had extreme strength and the same time but Mitchell could not care about that now and only one thing filled his mind . . . . kill.
His hair which was black in color immediately turned crimson and grew longer. The crazed madness in his eyes WS shown forth again and then his eyes turned crimson as well.
His mind kept on shouting at him. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. He clutched his head at the rising bloodlust. He let out a roar and his foundation building stage shit up to the stage. The bloodlust was still ringing in his ears. Rage was seething in him for the sight of his own blood running down his hand. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.