Reborn As A Bastard Child: Woah! I'm Super Overpowered

Thanks for your patience guys! Yesterday and today my hands were tied with exams, and only now I got the time to publish a chapter.

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The temperature in the dungeon dropped drastically low, nearing freezing temperatures, marking the beginning of an all-out battle.

The time had come for Raven to choose one of the hallways and proceed to challenge it, or stay rooted to wherever he was and accept a slow death by starvation.

Staying where he was and dying quietly was not an option.

Raven, with a sombre face, hesitated about his next step about which hallway to attempt.

This sort of life, where he continuously had to walk the fine line between life and death was altogether new and foreign to him, and try hard as he might, he could never really assimilate seamlessly with such a lifestyle.

But just when the shadows of doubt began clouding his mind, he remembered how he had been sent to exile just because he dared to covet the throne his father sat upon, something on which he should naturally have a claim.

He, a twelve year old in his second life, was thrust into the cruel world of beasts and mysteries where the strong naturally devours the weak.

And he had made a silent vow to himself to exact his vengeance upon each and every soul who had played a part in creating his misfortune.

The memories of his recent experiences surfaced in his mind, and his jaws tightened.

He will make them all pay.

But before that, clearing out this dungeon was an important first step.

Suddenly remembering something, Raven slapped his forehead with his palm, grinning like a maniac.

"Hahaha! God, I'm such a fool. I can't believe that I forgot the most important thing. I'm super OP now and on top of that I have a trusted system with me. What the heck am I even afraid of?"

Being done with his monologue, Raven approached the left hallway, his boots making soft thumps on the swampy soil below.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Within a minute Raven found himself standing in front of the entrance to the hallway to the left.

A thick smoky mist saturated with the thick stench of blood seemed to beckon him inside to either remove it or perish. Sharp crimson eyes began to take up distinct forms behind the protective shield of the mist, releasing unbridled killing intent.

Soon their faces came into view, ugly and black and twisted, with sharp crooked teeth protruding at various angles and drool coming out of their hanging mouth. They growled gutturally, as if issuing a silent challenge to Raven to come inside their den and fight them.

But surprisingly, Raven made no move to enter the hallway. He stood at the entrance, observing impassively, as if those creatures were nothing but gnats in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, his slightly dropping back straightened up, and the look in his eyes shifted from that of a keen observer to that of a person who has seen it all.

The creatures growled ferociously, sensing that their prey was looking down on them. Their crimson eyes began exuding a blood red aura, leaking poorly concealed bloodlust.

But to much of their dismay, Raven took two steps backward, his casual behaviour putting his supposed predators off guard. The creatures, apparently sensing that their foe was retreating let out sneers, but did not step out of the hallway to actively challenge him.

Raven casually walked two steps back, adopted a fighting stance, and launched a barrage of punches into a air, power coursing in his muscles. He didn't bother controlling his strength now and launched a full power attack, aiming to see how much damage he could deal to those petty little things from this distance. Neither did he have any reason to hide his strength anyways, as the Mother Tree wouldn't get to gauge him inside the dungeon with Balthazar Ralph Ignaz's WILL protecting him.

With each punch the air in front of him cracked, and condensed bursts of energy shot forward from his hands into the left hallway, obliterating everything that came into contact with it.

For the next five minutes, only the painful moans of the dying abominations reverberated across the otherwise silent dungeon.

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