Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

”Oh?” the man tilted his head. ”Did I hit a nerve?” He took a step forward, hands clasped behind his back. ”You have more than one class, resources poured into you since birth, and yet you still could not deal with a single classmate.”

Brian’s aura flared violently.

”Shut up,” he growled.

The gray figure chuckled. ”Touched a nerve after all.” His eyes gleamed. ”Tell me, Brian, how does it feel to lose to someone with nothing? No backing. No lineage. Just raw growth.”

Brian lunged.

He did not even see the movement.

The air vanished from his lungs as invisible pressure slammed into his chest. His feet left the ground and he crashed into the wall, coughing violently.

The gray figure was suddenly in front of him, fingers pressed lightly against Brian’s throat.

”Careful,” the man said softly. ”Though you are the precious son of the Vice Hall Master, that does not mean you can speak to me however you wish.”

Brian’s eyes burned with fury, but he did not move.

The man leaned closer, his voice dropping into a whisper filled with mockery. ”You are the one with everything, yet you still fall short. Do you know how pathetic that looks? Perhaps if you had managed to send him to a cultivation academy, this entire plan might have been a success. But because of your incompetence in something so minor, he is causing us trouble now.”

”It’s not my fault,” Brian muttered.

”Still making excuses?” the man replied calmly.

Brian clenched his fists, nails biting into his palms.

The pressure vanished, and he collapsed to one knee, gasping.

The gray robed man straightened and turned away, his tone suddenly bored.

”Enough. Your rage is loud, but useless.”