Galaxy's First Ruler

Chapter 194: Mess

Rodrigo's raging voice was enough to shake the thin steel door of the chamber.

Aldrich slowly stood up and noticed the shattered pieces of the GIT cube. This was one thing that he could use to backtrack the entire event. But even he couldn't turn back time. Aldrich straightened his spine and looked into Rodrigo's eyes.

The glossy gray eyes of the Count, which had almost become red from sheer anger, were now quaking in insurmountable fear. The fist that Rodrigo had used to smash the cube and table was shivering, and his knees showed a hint of buckling. Under his eagle-like nose, Rodrigo's thin lips parted, and a name came out.

A name that could instill terror in the hearts of every single Dreamer within the Milky Way Galaxy under the Rank of a King.

" White White-Haired Assassin!!!"

By now, from famous cities to the secluded parts of the Galaxy, all had at least seen a hint of this face. White hairs and the white pupils inside black sclera had become a part of the nightmare-inducing stories for the children.

This name was alone enough to topple a Duke's pride and a Duchess' arrogance.

But Aldrich knew this shock wouldn't take much time to recede. First, there was no hole in his forehead, and unless he used his Boss Crawler's authority, it wouldn't resurface. Second, he had already found out from Robert's memories that these battleships had hidden systems. And one of these systems' purposes was to alert if a higher Ranked Dreamer were to step into the battleship.

Aldrich also knew that those who had any idea of the Rank of Dreamers thought of White-Haired Assassin as a Duke on the borderline of becoming a King. Otherwise, leaving alive after an attempt on the life of King Antiochus made little sense, up to the point of sheer ridiculousness.

Aldrich took advantage of Rodrigo's state of absolute shock and used the quickest method available to him to subdue a Count.

Unseen Creatures of Darkness howled around Aldrich as the Law of Darkness came upon his lips. His hair flailed without wind, and his black greatcoat lifted from its ends. Aldrich took a step forward, making the Count involuntarily back up towards the metallic wall, and called out.

"Kneel, or die!!!"

Aldrich's dark and incomprehensible voice seemed to suck out the life out of everything around him. The color of the walls became dull, the broken pieces of the GIT cube felt colorless, and the entire chamber almost turned white and black.

AHHHH!!!

Count Rodrig held his head and let out an inhumane shriek. Blood burst out of his ears and from the corners of his eyes. His fingernails dug deep into his head and almost broke his skull. His strengthless knees couldn't handle his shaking weight anymore and the old Count fell on the floor.

But this harrowing pain had also scared away the shock out of Rodrigo's mind.

"You are not him. Haha! Trying to get to my Lord using a false identity?!"

Aldrich, not caring for Rodrigo's mocking words, had already dashed towards him for a killing strike. But, even though Aldrich's Agility had increased significantly, it wasn't the major deciding factor for Dreamers.

Agility influenced a Dreamer's reaction time and thinking capabilities. It tuned Dreamer's muscles and body for fast processes. Hence, for one to be called fast, a Dreamer needed high Agility and a considerable Strength Attribute. But there was one thing where Agility alone could become deadly. And that was the use of Skills.

To use Active or Passive Skills, one just needed to think and their Mana would pour into the "equation" by itself. But even then, a Dreamer needed to let that Mana out of their body for that Skill to work. The whole idea could be visualized by taking a water tank as an example. If the shape of the water tank was a particular Skill, and the water was Mana, then the tap at the bottom of the water tank was the outcome of the Skill.

And Dreamers, from horrifying experiments, had found out what would happen if that tap were to remain close even after ceaselessly pouring water into the water tank.

The Pillar of Footprints was about to be smashed on the Count's head when Aldrich saw a brilliant blue flash coming out of Rodrigo's eyes. But instead of filling the chamber with blue rays, this flash kept flooding the space within his eyes and showed no sign of stopping. Aldrich's eyes went wide, and with sheer willpower, he stopped his actions and turned around.

A smirk came upon Rodrigo's face as he muttered.

"Let's see if you can survive a Count's self-destruct."

BOOOOOOOM!

The entire world had gone silent just for a moment before a blue explosion blinded everyone in a 10-mile radius. This explosion was even mightier and deadlier than Aldrich's Megaton Crusher in the first Plaza of El Cid's Dungeon. All living and nonliving things got annihilated even before they could feel the shockwaves. Aldrich had made Robert call in the patrolling spaceships, and thus, not a trace of any spaceship could be seen anywhere else.

Life seemed to have forsaken this dwarf planet for a few minutes.

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Bang!

As the bluish flashes died down, a hand came bursting out of the shiny, glassy earth. All the fingers of this hand were blackened, and the jet black sleeve over it was in tatters. Under the sleeve, some markings kept glowing with colors of blue and green.

This hand belonged to Aldrich.

Aldrich used the earth as a holding and pulled out the rest of his body. There were deep cuts on his greatcoat here and there, but the most bizarre was the black-golden fog around him. If one was to look from above, the outline of this fog matched the image of the black bull.

The fog churned with a jerk of Aldrich's hand and turned into a solid form of a pillar. This pillar was the Ancient Relic, the Pillar of Footprints.

But even after using this secret Skill of the Pillar, it didn't seem Aldrich had come out of the explosion unscathed. Half of the world in front of Aldrich was dark, making him realize he was missing his left eye. His head tilted as he saw the blurry image on the left side of his body. Half of his thigh was missing, flesh and bones were protruding out of his stomach, and most of his left shoulder was gone.

Huff! Huff!

Aldrich, taking control of his breath, sent a trace of Mana in FIR and took out the last drop of the Volcanic Blood Amplifier potion. He gulped down the hot lava-like drop and muttered as he eyed the devastation that had resulted because of a matter of "pee".

" Heh! What a fucking mess"

1. The white part of human eyeballs. Its black for Aldrich.