God's Eyes

Jason panted heavily and flinched when he felt that all bones in his hands were breaking.

This happened a moment after he had shot out the 10 black fire bullets, followed by the large black fire shell Solaris' had instinctively created out of Artemis' mana.

Fortunately enough, all of his attacks had been enough to destroy the rocket launcher's attack, whose strength was on par with someone at the late Lique stage!

His mana eyes had perceived that the middle-aged man who tried to kill Fasro with the ambush had yet to enter the Lique stage which was probably the reason for everyone to be off guard against him.

However, Jason found the whole situation to be extremely weird, and instead of paying attention to his hands that had gone limp, he utilized Artemis' wings in order to catapult himself towards the middle-aged man that was still crying.

"D-Did...I kill it??" Jason heard him mumbling, however, there was neither happiness nor joy in his voice.

Only a moment after Jason had reacted, the others who had already solidified prismarine crystals began to move.

It was astonishing that Jason had been faster than them, at least for those who were unaware of his mana eyes.

Thanks to the mana ripples he had sensed before anything had even happened, Jason could act much faster than the rest.

This had, most likely, also saved the middle-aged man's life because Jason had already emerged in front of him.

His golden-silverish eyes that had been supplied with a faint trace of mana stared straight into the man's eyes that were filled with fear, desperation, the desire to live, to not be suppressed.

Jason was not sure if he understood the glint in the man's eyes correctly, but he was unable to perceive any anger or the intent to kill anyone.

This was weird, but when he was able to sense the middle-aged man's sorrow and his trembling hands whose grip around the rocket launcher had loosened, Jason couldn't help but sigh.

In the end, Jason was overly familiar with the sorrow the middle-aged man radiated because he had been the same only two months ago.

'Does he want to take revenge on the foreign races for taking someone he loved dearly?'

At the moment he thought this, Shane, the Greil family patriarch, and Fasro had already emerged next to Shane with their mana fully utilized, ready to kill the assassin.

However, just as they were to take the middle-aged man's life, Jason took a step forward, hindering the others in their approach as he said

"Stop" His voice was quiet and without much willpower, but everyone was able to hear Jason.

Not sure why he would tell them to stop, they instinctively halted in their tracks before their mana was retracted.

Only a moment later, Till, who had been slightly slower than the rest had emerged next to Shane, only to look at Jason's hands.

"Ugh...that looks painful…." He just said before he summoned his soulbond.

The greater blessed wolf that emerged next to Till immediately started to release its holy light affinity that begun to envelop Jason's hand.

Jason, who had ignored the pain in his hands with his utmost efforts, couldn't help but sigh as he looked at them for the first time.

"My body is just too weak to bear the full impact of the black fire bullets, no less the black fire rocket…"

He was just mumbling all kinds of words, but nobody was able to tell why Jason was so easily distracted.

His back faced the middle-aged man, whose legs had already given up as he began to cry bitterly.

When Jason noticed this he had tried to ignore it as well as possible, but this was not feasible, because the Lyran targeted the middle-aged man with his killing intent.

"Can you stop that, please? It's not like you've been attacked or injured, right?"

If the leader of the Lyran race had been fast enough to defend the rocket, Jason would have accepted his anger, but Fasro had been targeted by the middle-aged man and he had stopped the attack.

As such there was no need for the Lyran to act like this.

Jason's words caused the Lyran to stiffen for a moment and he was about to retort how a lowly being like Jason dared to have such an attitude towards him when he saw his bright glowing stigma.

The stigma above Jason's right eye was glowing brightly and it had begun to connect itself to his Celestial aura that had loosened some of the blood-red hue.

As such, the Lyran was able to tell that Jason was definitely not a normal human being!

"You...You are not a--" However, before the Lyran could say anything, Fasro had already shut his mouth as he mumbled

"Say another word and the race he hails from will obliterate your whole race, planet, and everyone close to you!"

Fasro was just saying this because he had no idea whether the other race of Jason's heritage knew about his existence, if they were to do something to take care of him, or if he had simply been abandoned as a halfling.

The latter was unlikely because mankind's soul-awakening was among the best possible soul-awakenings a race could have! Awakening a strong soul world in the soul-awakening process allowed humans to become even stronger than prodigies from higher races.

That was under the condition that their environment was suitable and the surrounding mana not as scarce as it was on Argos!

As such, Fasro was sure that the last reason he had in mind was extremely unlikely, while the former was also not likely to be the cause for him to live on Argos!

There had to be something else, but Fasro could tell that Jason was as ignorant to the truth as he was!

While Fasro and the others were deep in thoughts, trying to figure out what had happened and how they had been unable to perceive the ambush on them, Jason only stared at the crying middle-aged man and the rocket launcher next to him.

He had never seen such a high-technology advanced weapon empowered by mana and made from human hands, and the only similar tools were the soul-awakening orb, the mana mastery orb, and the dome.

Without minding that the man was crying Jason simply asked

"Did you manufacture the rocket launcher by yourself?"

Because he felt that the middle-aged mana didn't want to kill anyone, Jason tried to ignore the fact that Fasro, or in fact he himself had almost been blown into smithereens.

In the end, he was still alive and there might as well be the chance to make us of the middle-aged man's assassination.

Yet, this was only possible, if he had manufactured the rocket launcher, otherwise, the middle-aged man had nothing that could help Jason out.

Solaris' highly compressed black fire bullets were extremely lethal and they didn't even require a huge amount of mana if properly controlled and adjusted according to his opponent's strength.

The crying man thought he was about to die and had already accepted his fate, when he heard that Jason was speaking to him.

He was not even sure whether he even wanted to live or not since his life had been turned upside down since the foreign races had invaded Canir, and killed almost everyone from his family.

Only his sister was left...

However, somehow, Jason's question caused his tears to cease after he had acknowledged being the manufacturer of the mana empowered rocket launcher.

"In that case, you belong to me now!..."

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