Ascension Of The Nephilim

It was just too shocking for the Blood Calamity.

The dark and muscular man, the fair and tanned, and the blonde and handsome man all continued to make hard dance moves.

"This is... his deepest desires? No wonder my charm didn't work on him! That's his secret! He was born this way!" It all started to make sense for the Blood Calamity.

The Blood Calamity wondered how Kyros could resist such lustful calls. She knew her power was something that would breach age and race. Even the gods and fallen would be susceptible to her power!

And yet, after facing the fullness of her power, Kyros was able to shrug it off in just a manner of seconds immediately. It was as if her power was just casually negated.

And so, one of her soul incarnations gave up its form to be a parasite and constantly attack Kyros, but it took a while for her powers to seep into the soul and peer into his memories finally.

"Is this why it was easy for him to disregard my powers? Was I showing him the wrong thing? Although my powers ought to be able to move even those who prefer other genders, it wasn't enough to arouse him since he has a powerful soul resistance!" The Blood Calamity came to her conclusion.

"Then I guess I have to change my form..." The Blood Calamity turned to the hulking macho men before her.

"Tight-fitting clothes that reveal an oily skin... Why is their skin so oily anyway? Hmm... Yes. Bulging pants. Interesting. Oh my... That's quite... majestic." The Blood Calamity somehow grew curious and enticed at the vision.

"No! I must focus! I can play around and make more minions following these designs later! It seems that his blood will not only be the gif that I can get from this Nephilim! I must concentrate and prepare the illusions and assault him when his guard is down!" The Blood Calamity finally decided.

The power of her soul, which was infecting Kyros, continued to link on this memory to make her other avatars produce the scene.

The Blood Calamity had a total of seven avatars that she crafted and guarded her main body. The weakest one was the one that assaulted Kyros. This avatar had used a portion of her powers to transform and cultivate that small drop of blood in the Dark Fanged Tiger and turned it into its monstrous chimera form.

And now, two more powerful avatars approached. Although this would cost her more of her remaining Blood avatars, she wanted to make sure that Kyros would succumb to the terrifying power of her lust. And so she sent two. She was confident that by sacrificing the remaining energy in the Blood Avatar that became the Dream Parasite, this Nephilim of unique taste would succumb to her power.

Calaminus continued to release the vision from the memories of his other incarnations who innocently loved this group, not knowing who the target market of this group was.

"I'm curious what would happen..." Calaminus mused.

"Would Kyros get angry? I wonder how he would feel after getting harassed by several burly men... Oh well... I haven't seen him really angry." Calaminus could see how the soul of the Blood Calamity was taking notes of this scene.

Kyros remained guarded throughout the process. Finally, when the Blood Calamity had infiltrated his soul as his Soul Console stopped protecting him, he left it all to Calaminus. At the same time, he continued to watch the surroundings with cautious eyes.

He knew that the attack of the Blood Calamity could begin anytime soon, and he readied his attack.

"Hyperion's Code should do it. Cut mixed with a little of Dark and Blood Devour." Kyros calculated.

When Hyperion bestowed to him the small drop of his knowledge in the sword, Kyros had already learned and understood the same concept of True Cut that his father, uncle, and grandfather were exploring. As a Nephilim, he even managed to understand far more as his own Divinities worked hand-in-hand with this power.

The Fanged Fallen was a Code with a very powerful devouring ability. He was getting ready to make this combined attack in order to weaken and absorb the powers of the Blood Calamity.

"If Calaminus showed the Blood Calamity of those vision of the beings that existed through time and space, the Blood Calamity will lure me with a vision where my identity, being, and worth would be revealed. Because Calaminus showed that wild and berserked memory of mine, the Blood Calamity will think that there is very little lust in me in the first place and would use other means of temptation to temp me and lower my guard." Kyros thought.

And then he felt the presence of several powerful energies approached.

Kyros could feel how his Path of Combat was becoming warier and warier. But unlike his previous battles, his Path of Combat was somewhat limited in granting Kyros an understanding of how to fight.

"It seems in a fight against other Fate Challengers, the one with the stronger Path of Combat will somehow grasp the flow of the battle better." Kyros clenched on his sword. His vision still appeared distorted, and he knew that the vision would start anytime soon.

And it finally began.

The entire appearance of the battlegrounds changed again. What appeared before Kyros was now a platoon of hulking, muscular, and oiled-up men.

"Hey, pretty boy." One of the burly man winked.

"Hey, Macho Nephilim. Why are you so serious?" Another man asked.

"You look so frail. Come here. I'll teach you the proper way of doing squats."

The strange calls of these large men shocked Kyros so much that he felt as if his brain froze for a split second.

And then the realization of what had happened dawned on him.

"Calaminus..." Kyros gritted his teeth as he waited for the large men to approach slowly.

He had no choice. Kyros had to show a face of delight and amazement as the group of men approached.

Kyros also unconsciously dropped his sword as if the sight of everything he saw was amazing.

The Blood Calamity saw Kyros's actions and became more confident.

Her two avatars slowly approached. They dared not make any sudden movements but concentrated on showing him the vision.

Her powers weren't just creating an illusion. The Dream Parasite had been inflicting Kyros with a curse that made his lustful desires skyrocket to the point that it would have driven a normal human being mad.

But upon seeing the sight of this man, Kyros was in no way aroused by what he saw.

"Nope. This is crazy. I'm going to kill Calaminus. My eyes hurt. This scene is an abomination to the eyes. Wha did Calaminus show her? Why am I watching this?! Why did I trust that insane Time God? I'm going to kill him! I have never felt so disgusted in my entire life." Kyros cursed. He readied his haste spell, quickly retrieved the dropped sword with his inventory, and slowly took several steps forward.

But he took the first step. The disgusting calls of this man turned more and more horrifying.

"Sit on my lap, little boy."

"Hey, Nephilim. I have the looks of the gods and the sword of the Fallen. If you know what I mean."

It was too much. Kyros stopped and paused as he made his first step and had a very pained expression.

The Blood Calamity saw it and frowned.

"He still has the will to fight back? His Soul resistance is stronger than I thought!" The Blood Calamity sought out the memories once more.

The burly men were working out with intense training as sweat covered them. They continued to sing the same strange song expounding the beautiful delights of being a macho man.

"I've never had m avatars do something like these even during the eons of old. It's weird. But I'll allow it..." Since she had no choice, all she could do was make these men do the same thing.

The vision slowly changed and Kyros was now even more horrified.

There was strange equipment that Kyros could see. He could tell that these were the 'gym equipments' that Calaminus talked about in one of his incarnations world. The muscular men were using that and were singing the same tune that Calaminus showed the Blood Calamity.

Kyros realized what had happened and that his disgust made the Blood Calamity assume that he was still able to resist her powers.

Kyros did the unnatural thing and gave a smile of incredible delight as if what was in front of him was his heaven.

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Acting skill acquired.

Heretic Actor Job Acquired.

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Disregarding the notifications, Kyros took a few more steps.

The more disgusted he felt, the more anger in his heart grew.

As he approached the many muscular men who began to abandon their respective gym equipment and gave Kyros looks that could only be described as 'Ricardo'.

The anger in Kyros's heart erupted and with quick retrieval of the sword occurred and almost instantly, the sword was in Kyros's hands.

[Haste] was activated, and Kyros was able to move way past done his bodily limits.

The power of True Cut appeared as well as a great hunger that devoured Dark and Blood.

The Blood Calamity felt a great danger from those swords. But Kyros was already too close to her avatars and was still harnessing their power for the vision.

The speed of Kyros was also too fast for them to react.

"[Devouring Cut]!" Kyros shouted as he slashed in a wide circular motion.