The Bored Immortal

Seraphina felt a bit abashed hearing him loudly address her as his wife. No matter how many times he had done that, it had not lessened the embarrassment. In fact, the more he does this, the more she would feel like hiding her face.

The minions of the Goblin King were laughing since the scene before them seemed like the biggest joke they had ever seen.

A rabbitman going up against their king? Not even fifty of them would be able to harm a hair on their king.

However, their eyes caught the attention of the two sirens in the water tanks, and they hoped that their Goblin King would allow them to toy with the two after he was done with them. Still, they didn't dare to approach the water tanks without the Goblin King's help since they knew how dangerous sirens could be.

The Goblin King's nose twitched upon hearing this measly little rabbitman call him 'ugly bastard'.

Even high-ranked adventurers had peed in front of him, while any other rabbitman would have already collapsed from fear in his presence.

And yet a handsome king like him was insulted by this little bug.

*GRAAHH!!* The Goblin King immediately let out an enraged roar as it raised its club high to smash it down on this rabbitman.

Viktor casually raised his left arm to shield himself but…

*Crak!* A subtle sound of bones suffering a slight fracture echoed as Viktor was sent flying by a few feet before crashing onto the trunk of a tree.

"Ugh…that was…expected?..." Viktor didn't know whether he should feel surprised or not after experiencing firsthand the strength of the Goblin King, even though he knew this was just a casual strike from that monstrous creature.

Seraphina unconsciously covered her mouth with her hand upon seeing Viktor get hurt like that. For a moment, she felt her chest tighten but then, remembering how he was truly immortal, she at least didn't have to worry about something really bad happening to him.

Still, she was worried because even if he was an immortal, he was not immune to the pain from that blow.

She also knew that he was still trying to master the odic force present in his body, and as for the special powers of both his bloodlines, which he uses, it was only using his instincts. An instinct that probably developed upon continuous use, and who knows how many years he had used them like that to develop subconscious control over them. Surely, this would mean that before he lost his memories, he definitely used them consciously for centuries at least or maybe even more.

Viktor's arm already began to heal quickly as he stood up, much to the confusion of the Goblin King since it expected this rabbitman to already die or even at least get severely injured from that blow.

It wasn't really in the mood to toy with such a weakling, and usually found pleasure in toying with warriors or adventurers like Brono and his group.

After all, seeing such strong people break down before it and beg for death was quite a pleasure to witness. But if a weakling does that, then it was only boring for it, and that was why it was planning to finish this rabbitman with just a single move.

However, it was puzzled when it saw this rabbitman get back up as if he casually shrugged off that blow. Was it imagining this, or did it unconsciously lessen the strength of its attack? No way…that attack should have shattered half the bones of such a weakling.

Even the two sirens who were already thinking about killing themselves after accepting their reality were distracted by what they just saw. A rabbitman survived a blow from the Goblin King himself and what was even more astonishing was that the rabbitman got up without any injuries at all.

"That was just a warmup to gauge your strength," Viktor casually said as he flexed his neck and stepped forward, his eyes radiating a mystical blue that seemed to even make the two sirens look at those eyes in a daze while the Goblin King's instincts were telling it to run for some reason.

This rabbitman no longer gave off a weak aura but an aura that was not only formidable as a mountain but also as terrifying as the devil itself.

But its mind was telling it that this was just some intimidation trick of the weak rabbitman and that it had nothing to worry about.

"Now…you are going to die a very difficult death, and within a couple of seconds, your head will be in my hand," Viktor said with a sharp glint in his eyes as his muscles enlarged slightly, making his shirt stick tightly and to his body, accentuating his rock hard ten-pack abs, his solid pecs and his muscular arms packed explosive power with veins popping all over them.

His shirt even got torn here and there due to how his torso and arms suddenly increased in size.

He was now looking even more jacked than whenever he usually assumed his werewolf form. In fact, if he were to roll up his sleeves right now, one could see that his skin color and its surface had already changed half-way to a beast while his sharp silver claws were slowly popping from underneath his nails.

He now gave off a menacing feral aura as well, and even the two sirens couldn't help but press their faces against the glass of the water tank, wanting to get a better look at who exactly this rabbitman was and whether he would be able to stand up against the Goblin King.

*GRAHHHH!! DIE!!* The Goblin King felt threatened as it decided to immediately kill this rabbitman before anything could happen and grabbed its club with both its enormous hands to smash the rabbitman's head.

However, Viktor smirked as he let out a scoff of contempt as he jumped up to meet its attack.

*THWAK!*

*Slishhh!*

The two of them exchanged blows in the air before Viktor landed on the ground on his feet while the Goblin King took a few steps forward languidly.

However, its minions and the two sirens had their jaws slack upon seeing this shocking sight in front of them.