Transcending Realms With My Leveling System As A Demon-Chapter 125: A Training Incident 2

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Chapter 125: A Training Incident 2

For a second, Zylus paused and felt it, agony. Zylus took a gaze below again, anger boiled all across him as he was about to kill the guy right in front, but no one was there.

Zylus looked on either side of the train, but everyone remained in the same positions they were originally; no one had moved, aside from some, to better comfort themselves, and what he saw in front of him...

Wasn’t there.

Zylus shook his head left to right, ’Mind’s playing tricks on me again, I have to be careful.’

He turned to the left, no one stood in front of the door, all that noise, the banging, the constant temptation and fleeting sensation to punch the guy outside the bathroom entrance, wasn’t there.

Aside from this fact, Zylus couldn’t remember who was it he hallucinated with, carrying Emilia’s head. He continued to walk along the path where his seat had been, and luckily for him, it was still empty.

"Excuse me, coming through."

Zylus quickly and calmly went around the other demons, navigating his way back to his spot, as he took a seat, spreading his legs wide, while taking a look outside the window.

Outside, only darkness can be seen, nothing more to it but that. This train isn’t actually controlled by anyone; it’s made using high technological systemic flow advancements to keep it steady.

Reports came that people had to sacrifice their lives to create this thing, so that it never runs out of energy, but most people laugh at that mindless ramble. If it doesn’t come from the head of the realm, no one would dare to batter on eye on it, that’s truly just how fucked up this place really was.

Zylus tapped onto his head, trying to remember who it was exactly he had seen, but then again, it was all but a ’dream,’ or a ’hallucination.’

In that moment, a man with a girl beside him walked up towards Zylus’s seat.

"Heyo," he spat across Zylus’s seat disrespectfully, "My beautiful lady over here, and I want this seat, give it up now."

The man was tall and fat, the woman was beautiful and tall herself, but a slutty type of beautiful.

Zylus chuckled, looked at them, then averted his gaze back to the window, which portrayed the current outside world across from east to north.

A string of anger boiled across the man’s head, "D-did. You. Just laugh at me?"

A knife began forming in his palms. Clearly, he was readying his system.

"Technique: Stab," he called out, as his girlfriend watched.

"Demon System," Zylus whispered, annoyed, "Come out."

[Demon System Forming!]

[Welcome Back! Zylus Elwis!]

[Demonic Weapon Forming!]

[Demonic Weapon: Demonic Katana!]

[Demonic Katana Formed!]

Zylus’s [Demonic Katana] began forming in his right palm, as the man above grinned, stretching his right arm back to hit Zylus with a full-blown stab.

The knife itself was moving at rapid speeds, a cause of the man’s technique, but Zylus didn’t budge, because to him, it just seemed slow, too slow.

Zylus whispered, "Demonic Katana Unequip."

[Demonic Katana Unequipped!]

Zylus didn’t need his katana, or any weapon at all. While he looked straight at the window, the man behind him laughed, thinking he had stabbed Zylus.

But Zylus caught it with one arm, with only two fingers, keeping it in place right behind his side profile.

Zylus glared at the window on his right, at the darkness outside, "Are all you bullies this weak?" He wondered, standing up, then throwing away the man’s demonic weapon.

The girl beside her man sneered, confident, but her boyfriend’s expression said otherwise.

He was absolutely terrified at Zylus’s evil sneer and demonic glow; the amount of power he felt oozing out from Zylus felt nothing short of sheer dominance.

Only very few individuals can sense Zylus’s systemic flow when activated; many are cut off due to how high his power level is.

Thus, the man who had just tried to stab Zylus must’ve been at least a high-tier Demon, and yet, Zylus defeated him without even looking, or was evidently about to.

Though another case could’ve been the fact that Zylus let out more energy than he usually does, to instill fear in his weak opponent. Whichever it was, it didn’t matter; Zylus was miles ahead of them.

"Kill him," the woman demanded, fixing her nails.

"Y-y-ye!"

Zylus stepped forward, squaring up against the big man who now seemed terrified by simply looking at Zylus.

Both of them met eye to eye, but only one kept the same glaring expression.

"What’s up?" Zylus started pulling his right arm out of his pocket, aiming it at the man’s throat, "If you kill me, I’ll let you take the seat."

He didn’t want to, but also didn’t want to look like a wuss in front of his beautiful girl, who was probably only with him because of his strength.

The man looked at his girl, who was too dazzled in a mirror that reflected her face tainted with layers of makeup, and then averted his gaze back at Zylus, shaking.

"I-I’ll, K-kill. Y-you!" He yelled while stuttering. Zylus leaned on the right side of the man’s ear, so that the women couldn’t hear them.

"You can feel it, can’t you? My strength, who I am, and how low you are in comparison to me."

Zylus tucked in closer, and the man listened, afraid, but focused his attention on Zylus.

"I don’t want you to lose that girl of yours, so just tell her some bullshit lie, and I won’t kill the two of you, but I’m not moving from my seat." Zylus paused, leaning back, "You got that?"

The man nodded calmly, then scratched his head as he turned to his girl.

"It turns out that man has a dislocated shoulder, and this seat is one he really needs, and his parents died last week." The man grinned nervously, focusing his attention on his girlfriend.

"Oh, really? I guess that’s fine then, still annoying." She let out a huge sigh of disturbance, as Zylus focused his gaze back into the window.

"Out of all these seats they picked to mess with me," Zylus laughed lightly, "I guess some stupidity still runs in people’s veins."

And when Zylus focused his eyesight beyond what the glass had to offer, he saw something.

A figure of somesort.

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