Nahci was easily incapacitated, the relentless barrage of attacks Nereus did was enough to take him down.

"Nereus! That was sick!" I shouted at the sight of him standing across Nahci, who was now bleeding heavily from the injury.

"YOU! Tsk! I was only caught off guard! You did not best me!"

Nahci tried to stand up, but to no avail, his injured sides caused him his defeat. The once so invincible, was now breathing heavily, barely holding onto his scythe.

"Is that all you got NAHCI!" Olem's voice echoed through the cave, sharp and mocking. He let out a manic laugh as he stepped forward, his red eyes burning through his bandaged face.

"Pathetic. And I thought you were the senior!"

Olem stood a few feet away, his boots grinding into the dirt, surveying the carnage with a dark smile. His thin figure twitched with excitement as he looked toward Nahci, who was now slumped against the wall.

Nahci grunted in pain. "Go ahead, Olem. Have your fun… they're all yours." He winced, barely managing to speak.

His voice was weak, full of frustration at his own weakened state.

The ambiance of the room went stale, Karn hadn't recovered from his injury, and his arms were not growing back even with Fiera casting her healing spells at full power, as for Lythael, she stood beside Karn, following Fiera's command as she tended to his injuries.

On the other hand, Nereus was still ready to fight, his body was glowing consistently as he readied his body for another pounce.

As for me, my right hand was still in shambles, but small rocks continued to circle my arm, acting as support, if it wasn't for my Nature Infusion skill, I wouldn't have survived that battle.

Another deadly aura emitted in the cave again, this time it wasn't from Nahci, but from his companion, Olem, he grinned wider, his thin lips pulling back into a sinister smirk as he cracked his neck.

"Gladly. I've been waiting for this." He turned toward us with a crazed look in his eyes, stepping closer. His footsteps echoed through the cave, every movement filled with sadistic confidence.

As he slowly approached us, Nereus's fury hadn't died down. He wasn't going to let them lead us to their pitiful games.

Without a word, Nereus dashed forward, a feat of speed and raw strength. His twin water-infused blades glinted in the dim light, aimed directly at Olem's heart, cutting through the air with deadly precision.

"Oh my! Already!?" Olem screamed sarcastically, but he was unfazed by the sudden attack.

He lifted his wrist. His sleeve rolled back, revealing a rune-covered wristband that glowed with sickly green energy. "You're fast… but not fast enough," he hissed under his breath.

The runes on the wristband pulsed with a menacing light, and then his spirit surged into it. The air around him shifted, becoming heavier, and darker, as if the very essence of decay had entered the cave.

In an instant, everyone knew what class he was hiding in his sleeves. A Quack Doctor.

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Dark mist swirled from the wristband as two grotesque claws materialized around his hands. The claws were twisted and unnatural, made of scalpel blades and syringes, dripping with poison.

They hummed with malicious energy as Olem flexed his fingers, each claw ready to tear through flesh.

"Let me rearrange your guts! YOU HYBRID!"

"Wh-WHAT DID YOU SAY!"

Nereus's eyes flared with rage at Olem's insult, the word "hybrid" stabbing his pride and existence like a dagger. His grip tightened around his twin blades, his body trembling with fury.

“Don't you dare mouth that word!” he snarled, losing his focus as the weight of Olem’s mocking words sank in.

In an instant, Nereus dashed forward, his water-infused blades growing larger, his strikes faster, sharper.

But in his blind rage, his precision was gone, replaced by brute force and anger. He aimed a devastating overhead slash at Olem’s chest.

“Oh, did I touch a nerve?” Olem grinned wider, his sickly, twisted claws twitching with anticipation.

The taunt worked on him, Nereus's blade slashed through the air, missing its mark, and Olem struck with lightning speed.

The grotesque claws slashed across Nereus’s chest, the scalpel blades cutting deep while the syringes injected their venomous payload. A sickening squirt echoed as the poison seeped into Nereus’s bloodstream.

"You hybrids are only made for war! A military program designed to merge strong qualities of creatures!" Olem continued his taunt as Nereus took 2 slashes consecutively.

Nereus gasped in pain, his body jerking back as the burning sensation spread through his veins.

But as Olem moved to pull away, Nereus reacted on instinct. With a furious shout, he swung his blade upward, catching Olem off-guard.

"You..... You don't know anything about me!"

The tip of Nereus’s sword sliced across Olem’s chest, not deep enough to kill, but enough to draw blood. Olem hissed in pain, stumbling back as he clutched at his chest.

“Tsk.... You’ve got some bite, hybrid,” Olem spat, his smile faltering as the blood seeped through his coat. “But you’re still nothing!”

Nereus clenched his teeth, the poison burning through him, clouding his mind and blurring his vision. He could feel his strength waning, his limbs growing heavy.

He stumbled back, trying to keep his balance, but his legs buckled beneath him.

"Nereus! Are you okay!?" I couldn't move, the only thing I could do was watch Nereus try to regain his strength.

“Damn it… I'm fine! Don't move! Your bones will shatter!” Nereus growled, clenching his fists. The pain was unbearable, and the poison was taking its toll, but he refused to give in.

The poison from Olem's claws was still burning through Nereus, his vision shifting between light and dark.

He tried to concentrate on the fight, his water-infused blades flashing weakly as he struggled to keep his feet steady. But Olem's mocking voice was like a razor blade, slicing through his focus.

"You think I don’t know, hybrid?" Olem sneered, wiping the blood from his chest with a twisted grin.

His red eyes shined with malice as he circled Nereus like a predator. "You’re not the first failure I’ve seen crawling through the dirt. You hybrids were created to be tools of war, monsters, designed to fight for continents. But you… you’re a defect. And defects don’t survive long.”

Nereus gritted his teeth, fury growing inside him as Olem's words hit their mark. “Shut your mouth!” he spat, his voice raw with anger.

He forced himself to stand straighter, despite the poison slowing his movements. “You don’t know anything about me!”

“Oh, but I do,” Olem replied, his grin widening. "Why else would you be hiding in Warfaind, of all places? A peaceful continent, with no rulers, no tyrants, and no military programs? They sent you here because you’re useless, a failed experiment they didn’t have the heart to execute."

Nereus’s hands trembled on the hilt of his blades, the weight of Olem's words pressing down on him. Warfaind... the land of peace. A place where creatures like him could hide, could survive, without the ever-present fear of being hunted down.

He had been running for so long, keeping his past buried deep, hoping no one would ever discover the truth. But now, it was exposed.

“You hybrids,” Olem continued, his tone growing more mocking, “were nothing more than products, soldiers designed by The Warfactions. A perfect blend of creature and man, given strength beyond normal limits. You were supposed to be unstoppable. But they didn’t account for failures like you, did they?”

The weight of Nereus’s past crashed over him, memories he had fought to suppress flooding his mind.

He had been created, just like all the others—part of an experiment that merged the strength of various creatures into a single body.

His speed, his power, his endurance—all products of war. A war that no longer had a place for him.