CHAPTER 184: THE SHACKLES BREAK

The moment Logan’s eyes fell on the creature that had just arrived, his temper flared.

The urge to kill, the aura that had built up after killing countless enemies, the suffocating presence he had always been suppressing in this life,

it erupted.

As if a ferocious beast broke free from its shackles.

And at that moment,

everyone felt it. Not just the boss, the monster with the human-like face that had just arrived, and the remaining horde of goblins and dire wolves, but every member in Gideon’s party who was still clinging to their consciousness felt it as well.

Gideon, who had just pulled himself out of the crater, stared at Logan with sheer disbelief in his eyes. "What is this feeling? I have never felt it before, not even when I stood before the guild master."

And then,

without any warning, Logan leaned forward, bending his knees slightly like a coiled spring building up energy.

Crack!

The ground beneath his feet split like a spider’s web. He shot forward with a boom, tearing the air with a whistle-like sound.

Bam!

An explosion erupted, and the creature with the human face was hurled back with a deafening punch.

Thud! It slammed into the wall behind it, creating a crater.

Logan moved again, like a blur. The ripple in the air from his speed sent the orc skidding back. Fear gripped the brute.

And Logan?

He was already there, close to the crater where the abomination had landed. He clenched his right fist while still in motion, and it flared up. Flames gathered, swirling into a fireball. But he wasn’t done with it. It concentrated.

And then,

reaching the creature, he slammed it down with maximum force.

Booooom!

The attack was devastating. It exploded and sent dust and splinters flying in every direction.

Logan leaped back and landed lightly on the ground, barely disturbing the dust.

He then stood there unmoving, waiting for the monster to come out. He knew, though powerful, his last attack wasn’t enough to kill it in one shot.

For a short while, there was no movement. As if everyone even breathed with caution.

Then...

Rumble!

Kicking up dust, the creature came out of the crater. It looked disheveled and injured. And most importantly...

Enraged.

Gnashing its teeth, it lashed out. "How dare you? How dare you put your filthy hands on me? I will tear you into pieces." It lunged toward Logan.

Logan didn’t stay idle either. He stormed forward as well.

Bam! Bam! Their fists and spells collided, kicking up dust and debris. Each clash sent shockwaves.

Logan wasn’t spouting any nonsense, but his eyes behind the mask spoke everything. For some reason, he was pissed—enraged beyond words.

Lilith had a dumbfounded expression on her face. So did the others in Gideon’s party.

"Why is he looking so mad suddenly? And what the hell is with that creature? How can it speak? It has a human face as well." The same questions hammered in everyone’s mind.

Nothing looked normal anymore. The monsters acting strange, thinking, and fighting like humans was one thing. But to even speak like humans? That didn’t feel real at all.

And Logan and his rage? Those changed the upper limit of being shocked.

Logan’s strikes came like a storm—precise, relentless. He threw a fireball. The monster raised a barrier to defend itself but the impact still sent it skidding back. And before it could even breathe a moment of relief, Logan dashed in, threw an uppercut, ice hardening his fist. The creature was thrown off the ground and flew back.

Scratching its claws on the ground after landing, it stopped sliding. Then gnashing its teeth, it charged again. But a fireball flung him back even more.

Logan kept rampaging, like venting his anger.

Each blow pushed the creature back an inch, each clash eating away at its strength.

The monster snarled, its scaled arms flickering with a sickly green aura. It swung a taloned hand, cutting through the air like a scythe. Logan leaned just enough to avoid it, the claws grazing past his mask by a hair’s breadth.

Then Logan clenched his fist. At the same time, the air shifted. The pressure came down like a mountain, immobilizing the ugly creature. Logan had activated the gravity impulse around him.

Thirty times gravity was something no one would be able to withstand.

Stone cracked under the monster’s feet as its knees buckled. Its scaled shoulders hunched, bones creaking under the crushing force. Even the dust in the air seemed to hang heavier, swirling sluggishly in the suffocating pressure.

And then....

His hand blurred....

and the monster was sent flying again with a fiery orb clinging to it. It blasted mid-air, throwing it like a ragdoll.

The shockwave rippled through the chamber, rattling loose chunks of rock from the ceiling. The heat from the blast licked at Logan’s face, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes stayed locked on the tumbling body.

It thudded on the ground, bounced twice, and then skidded up to the last corner.

Standing afar, Gideon’s eyes narrowed. "Did he just use gravity magic?!" He couldn’t believe his eyes.

Lilith noticed it as well. And some suspicions grew stronger inside her. She had already witnessed these similar techniques. After all, that’s how she learned how to manipulate gravity like this.

Clutching its chest, the monster pushed its body up. It coughed and black sticky substance came out. Monster blood! It looked as disgusting as pus.

It looked enraged but helpless as well.

Lying there, it roared. A deafening sound tore through the air, vibrating in their chests and making the walls groan. Dust rained down from the jagged ceiling. Lilith’s hands twitched toward her ears, and even Gideon gritted his teeth as the sound clawed at their skulls.

The horde of goblins and dire wolves reacted. As if they were being mind-controlled.

Even the dungeon boss acted similarly.

And then....

They started to move.

They all began advancing toward Logan like starving beasts, drooling.

The air seemed to thicken. Dust swirled lazily around him, yet his body stayed utterly still. Behind the mask, his gaze cut through the chaos, locking onto the human-faced monster. The noise of claws and feet pounding the ground faded, leaving only the pounding of his own heartbeat.

And then, Logan finally spoke. He tilted his head slightly, almost in disdain, his voice cold enough to cut through the roar of the horde.

"Do you think this is enough to scare me? You were a coward back then... and you still are."