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8. Sword Of Chaos I

"You all are so ungrateful, we are going to give you all 20% of what you didn't work for and y'all complain." It turned out that the angry roar originated from Chris.

"We aren't obliged to provide for you, yet we took it upon ourselves to assist you all as our fellow race, yet y'all dare to complain, who do you think we are? Your parents? Or the government who have sworn to fend for you in times like this."

"I don't care what y'all think, you have four options; it's either you accept it, you leave it, you walk with us or you get the hell out of here!" Christopher said angrily as he pointed towards the exit.

The church suddenly became silent, that even if a pin dropped, it would be heard. They all found sense in what Christopher said, truly they didn't have the right to complain, instead, they should be grateful to see people who could help in difficult times like this.

Seeing him like this, two slender young men who seemed to be brothers, looked at each other secretly contemplating what to do, after battling with their courage, the elder one spoke out loud.

"We brothers, would like to join you to look for food"

Hearing this, Christopher's lips crept into a smile, as he felt satisfied with the man's courage.

"Does anyone have anything to counter our decision?" Sarah asked in her usual cold voice, which couldn't help but sound a bit teasing as she snorted at the cowardly attitude of the survivors.

The remaining survivors fell silent, not daring to speak a single word, nor look into the eyes of the people in charge, as they felt ashamed.

"Big brothers and sisters, I'd like to join you guys to look for food, maybe I can carry some stuff to assist." A thin voice sounded, looking towards the owner of the voice, it was the only child in the church, she seemed to be around the age of ten.

Looking at the little girl in shabby clothes, a girl who lost both of her parents just yesterday during this apocalypse. Her parents had sacrificed their lives just for her continued existence.

Christopher's heart almost melted like butter exposed to heat, as he felt pity and compassion for the little girl, who had more courage than the majority of the people in the church.

"Little girl, what's your name?" Christopher leaned forward to ask in a soft voice, which no one present had heard from him before.

"Big brother, my name is Evangeline." The little girl replied cutely and respectfully.

"Evangeline, nice name. I would be happy if you tag along." Chris said as he squatted to pat Evangeline's head.

"Don't tell me you want to bring a kid along with us, do you want her dead?"

"I said it, you have evil motives" Mark spat as he berated Christopher.

"Huh," Christopher raised his head innocently, not understanding what the brawny man meant by 'evil motives'.

"If it isn't an evil motive, what would make someone in his right senses want to take a little girl into the streets that are filled to the brim with danger?" Mark went ahead to inquire.

Murmurs filled the air again, the truth was that most people present in the church found good meaning in what Mark said, but were scared to voice out for the only brat that accompanied them.

Sarah and Valerie were quiet in this regard, they also felt what Mark said to be reasonable.

"Whether she is safe or not is my business alone, would you say this church is the safest place, or are we the stronger ones together the safest place to be?"

"I don't care what y'all think, I insist she goes with me, and no one, I repeat no one would stop me from doing this," Christopher said a word after the other as his gaze cut through the Church and landed on Mark who couldn't lay his hands on what made him feel a shiver in his spine after being looked at like that.

"Alright, we move now," Sarah said as she waved her hand, surprisingly, not commenting on what Christopher said, obviously announcing that she wouldn't disturb the latter.

"Mark you stay with the survivors in the church, the rest of us will head North to find some food and toiletries for our upkeep," Sarah ordered.

"Me? Stay? Why should I be the one to stay have you forgotten I have a strength-based beast soul?" Mark said indignantly as he showcased his arms, seemingly wanting to allure the ladies in the house with his smoothly carved arms.

"Good, the more reason you should stay behind, the rest of us don't have to rely on your strength with our various abilities, but this church and its current occupants would need your strength to hold the fort." Sarah pointed out.

"Hmph, turns out that with all his strength he is ending up as a watchdog." Christopher snorted with a voice just audible enough to be heard by everyone in the Church.

"You..." Mark gritted his teeth in anger as he clutched his fist until they turned pale, still he refrained from attacking.

"Let's go," Sarah said as she gave Christopher a meaningful glance and walked toward the exit along with Valerie and the other nine survivors.

"What's with the look" Christopher shrugged as he held Evangeline's little hand and strode to the exit waiting for Sarah to call the shot before they went back into the nightmarish landscape.

Valerie took the initiative to walk up to the door and looked back to confirm whether her peers were ready for the hell they were about to barge into. Seemingly understanding her, they all nodded slightly to ascertain their readiness for the unknown.

She pushed the door open as they all exited the Church through the rear.

Swoosh!

Just when the last person stepped out of the church, a shadow swooped into their midst aiming for the head of a survivor, just before the survivors could even react, Christopher leaned forward with unbelievable reflexes as he met with the figure mid-air with an uppercut, causing it to project back to the direction it came from.

Looking closer, they could all see it was a cat, precisely a mutant cat. Its size was twice that of an average cat, its furs as black as the darkest of coals, its fangs like sharp tiny knives. It could be described in one word to the people present; HORRIFYING.

Christopher leaned forward as he transformed into a zombie mid-air, taking advantage of his zombie self to hastily crush the skull of the cat.

Puchi!

The head of the cat was converted to meat paste in the blink of an eye and its blood splattered all over the floor.

[Level 6 Mutant cat killed

Strength +6,

Agility +13,

Health +11,

Stamina +11,

Speed +11,

Mana +9]

[You have reached level 4]

[Scroll found]

As Christopher viewed the messages in his retina, the survivors were stricken stiff with shock. They hadn't even been able to react when the cat launched a sneak attack, and behold here was Chris a fellow human killing such a beast with two strikes.

Even Sarah couldn't help but have her expression change slightly, unlike the others, she noticed the cat in mid-air, but her reaction speed couldn't match it, especially when it was a sneak attack Christopher reacted so fast, such speed was deemed unbelievable for the current her.

"Good thing I withdrew from causing more troubles back then, perhaps my head would have rolled off." Sarah thought with a wry smile on her face.

"Woah, big brother is so powerful, he can even kill a panther without any weapon," Evangeline said as she tugged at Christopher's sleeves and jumped like a little girl who was given her best ice cream flavor.

"I wouldn't have been able to kill it without the aid of my beast soul, guess I was just Lucky, and besides it's not a panther but just a mere domestic cat," Christopher said with a shrug.

"Domestic cat?"

"With such scary speed and ferocity"

"If a cat could have also become such a creature, what about the real beasts in the forest." Different words could be heard from the survivors as what they said was true.

How would they be able to face the real wild animals if the domestic animals were this fierce already? In this world where technology seemed to be malfunctioning, would their powerful firearms still be able to work?

These thoughts ran through their minds. Christopher reacted nonchalantly to the bewildered people as he stepped forward to examine his game.

He squatted and had his hands ran through the body of the cat. As he did so, the rest stood by the side, watching him in confusion not knowing why someone in his right senses would be rummaging through the body of a dead cat.

Christopher's hands stopped right on track as he found what he was looking for.

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