My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 941 Killing Believers

Each movement transitioned seamlessly into the next, performed without haste or unnecessary force. The bear, despite its resilience and the accumulating wounds, lacked a certain finesse. Its vitality was undeniable, allowing it to persist, but its reactions were predictable.

As another charge, more forceful this time, began to slow due to blood loss, I sidestepped at the last instant. Pivoting on my heel, I allowed the beast to pass by a hair's breadth before spinning, my blade already a blur. This time, I committed fully, the sword slicing deep into its neck. A fleeting resistance dissolved as the blade completed its arc, severing head from body with a single, decisive blow.

The bear's massive form tumbled forward, impacting the ground with a heavy thud, a crimson pool rapidly spreading beneath it. I exhaled slowly, lowering my sword slightly as I observed the fallen creature. No level-up notification manifested. "Figures," I murmured to myself.

Before deeper contemplation could occur, movement on the periphery of my vision drew my attention. Two figures erupted from the dense forest, sprinting directly towards the road. Humans. Yet, an unsettling anomaly was apparent. Registered above their heads, system notifications glowed red: [Believer – Level 1].

I tensed, my grip on the sword tightening. The threat was no longer confined to mere monsters. The two men showed no signs of deceleration as they reached the road's edge. A fleeting exchange of glances, a silent understanding passing between them, and then their focus squarely shifted to me. They altered their course, running directly in my direction. Their gait was hurried, stumbling slightly, their breaths ragged as if they had been fleeing for some time. But my attention was captured by what trailed them.

Three wolves, distinctly larger than any natural creature, emerged from the treeline behind the fleeing men. Their lean, powerful bodies were cloaked in dark, rough fur. Like all entities in this realm, their eyes blazed with a crimson luminescence, and curved horns sprouted from their heads. Their pursuit was relentless, rapidly closing the distance, low, guttural growls emanating from them as they fixated on the men ahead.

I adjusted my stance, raising my sword, positioning myself in the open road where maneuverability was optimal. The situation was self-evident. Whether the two men were allies or not was secondary; the immediate danger was posed by the wolves. The men reached my position seconds later, braking abruptly, slowing just enough to speak. "One each," one panted, his voice strained yet firm, his gaze flicking toward the closing wolves. "We'll take one each."

A curt nod was my only response, an agreement made without reservation. The wolves, without pause, surged forward, instinctively fanning out as they closed the gap, each selecting a target. One launched itself at me, its body extending with astonishing speed, claws gouching the earth as it aimed for my torso. I sidestepped with just enough agility, letting its momentum carry it past, and simultaneously swung my blade in a sweeping arc across its flank, the edge biting deep. A pained growl escaped it as it twisted mid-air, recovering with unexpected swiftness. Its jaws snapped towards me as I retreated again, maintaining distance rather than engaging fully. I felt no urgency to end the encounter swiftly; I had two humans to observe.

I permitted the wolf to attack once more, prolonging the fight intentionally. Out of the corner of my eye, I observed the other two men engaged, their confrontations more direct. They clashed against their respective wolves with powerful swings, channeling significant force into each blow. They were already showing signs of fatigue. Their breathing grew labored with each parry and strike, their footwork losing its precision. Meanwhile, I continued to dance just beyond the wolf's full striking range, guiding its lunges rather than attempting to shut them down entirely. When it charged again, I moved aside, allowing it to overcommit before slicing across its shoulder, then stepping back once more, deliberately extending the engagement.

Another assault came, slightly slower this time, its movements betraying the strain from previous injuries. I lunged forward, closing the distance as it attacked, twisting my body with its motion as I drove the blade onward. The sword plunged cleanly into its abdomen. The force of the lunge impaled the creature, a low, broken sound escaping it as its body shuddered and its momentum ceased. I withdrew the blade and stepped back as it collapsed onto the ground, its legs buckling. A chime echoed in my mind. [Level Up] [Level 2 → 3] [Combat Points +10] [Influence Points +0]. I barely registered the update. The other duels concluded moments later. Both men managed to dispatch their wolves with forceful, decisive blows. They straightened visibly, their bodies strained, gasping for air. For a fleeting moment, the intense pressure subsided.

A short laugh escaped one of them as he wiped the sweat from his brow, his gaze fixing on me.

"Perfect timing," he declared, approaching. "We are indebted to you—"

His words were cut short.

The instant he entered my reach, his expression contorted, and his body initiated a swift, unannounced attack. A blade hurtled towards me in a straightforward assault, its objective clearly my neck.

I was already in motion.

The sword in my grasp ascended instantly, meeting his strike with a sharp clang. I deflected it aside, the momentum carrying me forward rather than halting my advance. My body pivoted with the movement, seizing the space he had just vacated.

The other man reacted without delay, joining the fray instantly, his own sword slicing in from the flank.

I shifted once more, adjusting my stance while maintaining visual contact with both attackers. Despite my altered perception and statistics, their movements remained predictable.

"You are a Defier," one spat through clenched teeth, launching another strike. "You have no right being here."

"The world will be purified," the second declared, his blade carving a wide arc toward me. "We are instruments of divine will."

I let out a soft chuckle, shaking my head. To me, they were no different than savage beasts.

Their coordination was adequate, their attacks interlocking, yet they lacked true finesse. Small openings appeared in their movements whenever they overcommitted, whenever they pushed forward without restraint.

I exploited one such opening.

The initial man's sword strike went slightly wide; I deflected it just enough to disrupt his balance before bringing my blade inward. It carved across his side in a clean arc, forcing him to stumble backward. The second assailant attempted to intervene, but his timing was off.

I slipped past his clumsy swing, closing the distance before he could recover his guard.

My sword thrust forward. It sliced through his throat effortlessly, meeting no resistance. He stiffened for a second, all strength draining from his form before he crumpled to the ground.

The first attacker attempted to retreat, raw panic replacing his former bravado, but it was far too late. I advanced, denying him any room to maneuver, and concluded the confrontation with a single, decisive slash across his neck.

[Level Up!]

[Level 3→ 4]

[Combat Points +20]

[Influence Points +0]

[Deathboard Unlocked]