CHRONICLE GODSFALL

Exercises

Dawns. Finally, the long-awaited mercenaries came looking for him.

“Bags, what is he doing here? It's Skinner! I only drink with him the other weak! Skinner's a butcher shop owner. Hm...her shop might be depleted again, so she came out last night to try to find some pigs to slaughter to replenish her stock.” Mad Dog stared at the corpse on the ground. Although they were old acquaintances, the Mad Dog did not show the slightest bit of sadness or mercy at all. It was as if he was looking at a dead mouse that had attacked his property. “Your luck is really shit, son. Who would have thought something like this would happen to you on your first day? According to my count, at least eighty little pigs like you have died at the hands of Skinner.”

Butcher shop owner? So this is one of those disgusting meat merchants! Cloudhawk thought they only existed in the desert. Who would have thought they would be in the outpost as well!

“Again, I have to say.. That bastard may be useless, but it's not very useful to end up like this!” Mad Dog glanced at Cloudhawk in great confusion. "Why don't you die, isn't he?"

And what does that mean? Did he suggest that I not live? Although Cloudhawk was angry with Mad Dog's attitude, he did not dare to reveal the truth behind what had happened the night before, so he only gave a somewhat vague explanation of what had happened.

"You pretended to be asleep, then suddenly dealt a deadly blow to him?" Mad Dog thought about it carefully, then decided that it made sense. The corpse on the ground probably underestimated the child too much. “Other times, hang the bell on the door or set a simple trap. Shit like this happens every night at Blackflag Outpost. You are lucky this time, but you may not be as lucky next time. ”

As soon as Mad Dog finished talking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Cloudhawk did not understand why all this was happening. “What should I do with the corpse.

“Harta spoils your war. You decide. You can sell it on the black market or use it yourself. I'd suggest you nail your head outside your door. Skinner's head may scare some people, making it easier to fall asleep at night. As for the rest of his body, well, you know, he spent most of his life skinning others and selling their meat. Now it's his own turn to be skinned eaten by others.”

That ugly, dark-skinned bastard spoke in a very just way. Cloudhawk, however, revealed an expression of disdain after hearing it.

"You're a fucking rookie!" The Mad Dog spat with disdain. “See the horrified expression on your face! You might not even dare to taste human flesh. Just send the body to Mantis or give it to Woola. They love this kind of gift! Enough of this shit. The next time a small problem like this happens, address it yourself rather than bothering me about it. Fuck me, waste time.”

Mad Dog continued to curse and insult Cloudhawk as he left the room. At the doorway, he suddenly turned his head and said, “Come to the training area during the day. You have work to do! ”

Cloudhawk secretly swore the Mad Dog up and down at least a few times before quieting down! Still, he still has work to do. Cloudhawk could not help but shiver when he thought about how Woola worked hard and drooled while looking at him, so he decided it was best to send the corpse to Mantis. Of the three mercenary captains, Mantis seemed to be the only one who looked normal.

First, Cloudhawk stripped the corpses of his clothes and weapons. They may be useful in the future. Cloudhawk then dragged the corpse out of his room. No one on the street reacted to him dragging a corpse; in fact, no one had even glanced at him a second time. Faced with indifference, Cloudhawk could actually relax a little.

Mantis lived inside a large, stand-alone mansion that was almost the largest building the mercenaries had. Cloudhawk couldn't help but feel very curious. It seems Mantis never went on a mission. Then, why did he have such a high status among the mercenaries?

When the confused Cloudhawk entered the Mantis residence, his eyes almost popped out. When he saw what was happening in front of him, for a moment he felt confident that he had entered the wrong place. This is not a place to live .. it is a slaughterhouse!

Five or six bodies were lying in various locations. Some of their hands were cut off, some lost their legs, and some of their skulls were split. As for Mantis, he wore a pair of gloves on his hands and was busy carving the chest and abdomen of one of the corpses, using a pair of sharp scalpels with precision. In just a moment, he removed the bloody organ from within the chest cavity.

This sight made Cloudhawk's hair stand up. No wonder this person was named 'Mantis'! He suppressed his nervousness and shouted, "Captain CC!"

There was no response. Mantis continued to carefully examine the organs in her hands. When he discovers the unusual mutation he's looking for, he uses his scalpel to cut it little by little, then stash it into a small glass jar.

The surrounding area was actually filled with large jars, and the jar was in turn filled with many human organs stored in a preservative liquid. The others were filled with strange plant spaces, and there was also one strange eyeball that was truly terrifying to look at.

What should Cloudhawk do? Neither leaving nor staying seemed appropriate, but he really did not want to stay here any longer than necessary.

“That's fresh?” After finishing her work on the mutated part, Mantis turned to stare at the new corpse coldly. He hasn't seen too much Cloudhawk himself. "Put it here," he said, cleaning the table.

Cloudhawk hurriedly lifted the corpse onto the table. "Can I go now?"

Mantis ignored him as she scanned the corpse briefly. His experience in human anatomy instantly told him that this was a metahuman of agility. Metahuman agility has a higher synaptic response time, giving them a higher reaction speed and greater agility than others. It also gave them a certain level of physical strength. A human like him would be able to move very quickly, respond very quickly, and release a sudden burst of power.

Mantis itself is a high-class agility metahuman. The corpse in front of him was barely as high as its class, but there was no way an ordinary human could handle it.

Mantis raised his head to glance at Cloudhawk, who was standing nearby like a block of wood. Mantis asked coldly, "You killed him?"

“Uh, yeah, I killed him.” Cloudhawk felt goosebumps when Mantis looked at him like this. He immediately repeated to Mantis the story he told Crazy Dog before. “I think I'm lucky. That's why I made it out alive. ”

"Is that so?" Mantis' cold gaze seemed to be looking directly at Cloudhawk. Of the three Tartarus captains, Cloudhawk felt that Mantis was the most unexpected of them all.

Cloudhawk swallowed a little saliva. "Uh .. If there's nothing else, I'll go." But Mantis had other ideas. "Stop there." Mantis remained as quiet as ever, unwilling to say a single unnecessary word. He handed the scalpel to Cloudhawk, then said, "Surgical him."

Cloudhawk thought that he might hear something. He grew up in a trash can and was not afraid of corpses, but to dissect them personally was still too much. What's wrong with Mantis? What's the point of dissecting so many corpses?

As Cloudhawk hesitated, a cold killing intent began to radiate out from Mantis. Cloudhawk felt a strong danger, a sensation so intense that it made it difficult to breathe. This feeling was completely different from the feeling he felt last night; the feeling Mantis gave him was that there was absolutely no chance he could defeat Mantis.

"Good!" Cloudhawk forced himself to take the scalpel and other instruments, such as tweezers. He cut the corpse according to Mantis' instructions. Mantis just stood there like a frozen statue, issuing a truncated and concise command to tell Cloudhawk what to do. Cloudhawk is actually beginning to understand how the human body is built. Most likely, Mantis trained him to be able to help better in the future.

A few hours later, Cloudhawk was finally allowed to leave, and he escaped from Mantis's study as if his life depended on it. This morning was a nightmare!

Fuck'em. That freak! Peeling skin, cutting meat... urgh! Cloudhawk has a strong feeling of nausea. A few minutes passed before he could recover. Now ... he finally understood that none of the three captains were 'normal'.

Uh oh's. He suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten the order that the Mad Dog had given him. Mad Dog is a grumpy and brutal man. If Cloudhawk irritated him, he would break Cloudhawk's legs without even blinking. Cloudhawk would not dare to ignore his orders, so he immediately ran towards the training area. This was the place where the Tartarus mercenaries spent their time training, and as soon as Cloudhawk entered, he heard the mad cries of Woola.

The 'mutt' had been tied into the driveway, and his ugly and savage gaze was once again on Cloudhawk. Bloody spots were visible around his jaw, as if he had just enjoyed 'party' not too long ago.

"What took you so long?" Mad Dog had a serious annoyed look in his eyes, but he turned around and snapped at the training mercenaries, “Enough! Come here. Your sparring partner just arrived!”

Training partner? What does that mean?

"Listen! This kid is a recovery meta, but he's pretty ugly. Don't hit it too hard and don't knock it out!” Mad Dog did not give any explanation to Cloudhawk as he pointed to one of the mercenaries. "So, you go first!"

The mercenary named Cook was a man who looked muscular like a grizzly bear. He immediately walked out with an excited expression on his face as he stared at Cloudhawk with a judgmental look. “Bos, you guys are absolutely brilliant. You know how bored we are

someone who can dodge and shout is much more fun!”

Cloudhawk is starting to have a bad feeling about this. But before he could say anything, the Mad Dog simply said impatiently, "Stop that shit and get started!"

Just as Cloudhawk was about to protest, Cook charged towards him while giving an elbow strike that dropped Cloudhawk to the ground. Cloudhawk instantly felt dazed, and his body felt like a glass bottle that had just been smashed into pieces.

“Oh, fuck me!” The Mad Dog started cursing loudly as his ugly, scar-covered face twisted in anger. Spittle flew out of his mouth as he howled, “Can you be useless anymore? Stand up!"

"stand! Stand up!" All the other mercenaries shouted these words towards him as well!

Finally, Cloudhawk knew what 'meat bags' meant, and he also finally realized the real reason behind Slyfox's decision to recruit him to their headquarters. Once again, that despicable fatty had tricked him!

Right at this moment, Cook gave an angry kick right at him. This time, Cloudhawk tilted his body to the side and managed to dodge. Mad Dog narrowed his eyes when he saw this. Heh. Thats odd. Since when has the reaction time of children increased that much?

Cloudhawk himself also realized that after what had happened the night before, his reaction speed and strength seemed to increase. This may be something caused by the stone, and it is not the right time to tell others about its improvement. When Cook struck with a blow from his knee, Cloudhawk chose not to dodge and instead used his hand to block it. Bang out! He was sent flying into the air as if he was really nothing more than a sandbag.

The Mad Dog spat on the ground, then shook his head in disdain as he watched Cook beat up Cloudhawk for a full ten minutes. Cloudhawk did not launch so many single counterattacks; instead, he only used his arm to protect his vital area. Those mercenaries were actually quite surprised. The boy looked skinny and weak, but his body was quite tough. No matter how hard Cook hits him, he can still crawl back.

“Cook, you're moving too slowly and your punch isn't concentrated enough. You are a power meta, but you hit such as****** small! You are completely useless!" Mad Dog cursed him, then snapped, “Fuck it. NEXT ONE!"

Cook could only murmur sadly to himself. Although he was not as strong as Mad Dog, he could still easily break the bones of an opponent with a single blow. He didn't use his full strength because he wasn't supposed to destroy the newbie, was he?

Cloudhawk ended up being completely and mercilessly dominated all afternoon. Hours passed before the mercenary training finally ended.

Cloudhawk advanced, claiming his bread rations for the day. When Slyfox saw Cloudhawk's black eyes and bruised face, he burst into laughter and patted Cloudhawk on the shoulder. “Not bad, Son! You didn't disappoint me after all. Your body is quite resilient and can take a hit. Here, have half a slice of extra bread. Keep up the good work tomorrow! Oh, right – later tonight, I will teach you how to repair our car and how to take care of our weapons. Feeding Woola is part of your job as well. In the future, you will be responsible for all these tasks.”

Cloudhawk is really starting to regret coming here. This fat motherfucker, Slyfox, this,

he has chosen the perfect nickname for himself. He deceives others without blinking or blushing! He first chose Cloudhawk to serve as a live bait; now, he was using Cloudhawk as a human punching bag. Isn't there a low point that these bastards don't like? If Cloudhawk knew that life in the outpost would be like this, he would choose to continue foraging to survive in the ruins.

"The look in your eyes shows that you are very unhappy." Slyfox smoked his cigarette, then inhaled worldly air while saying, “Listen, young man. Learning how to punch is practice, you know? All meta should continue to improve and grow stronger. Meta strength needs to train strength, meta agility needs to train its agility, meta control will train control, and meta recovery like you have to train your recovery ability, right? I'm asking them to beat you is my way of showing how much I care. 'This 'torture' you are going through is just an exercise. Value this opportunity. When the time comes, I promise to take you out on a mission with us!”

You still think I'll trust you in the future? Fuck it and die already! Cloudhawk really wanted to punch the man on his fat face. Going mission? Fuck that! Cloudhawk nearly dies due to Slyfox's intrigue on the last mission. Even if Slyfox actually took him out on a mission, there was no way it would happen with anything resembling goodwill!

Cloudhawk simply picked up the bread, then turned around and left without saying a word. Slyfox just grinned as he watched Coudhawk leave, continuing to smoke his cigarette. “After all the boy had a little attitude. Ahahaha!”

At nightfall, Cloudhawk's entire body was drenched in engine oil and claw marks left by Woola. Eventually, he managed to return to his own residence. Only then did he realize that no blood was missing, and everything had frozen on the ground, filling the air in the room with a pungent stench.

Cloudhawk is tired and hungry. He was not in the mood for a cleanup, so he just fell onto his bed and fainted.