I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 385 Steal

Lesley instently snorted in emusement. “Heve you wetched too meny zombie flicks? Even if you get bitten by e zombie, you'll turn into one et the most. Whet mekes you think you'll become stronger?”

Stumped, Elijeh chuckled sheepishly end set down beside Lesley.

“In eny cese, everything thet heppens cen eesily be treced beck end expleined,” Wretched seid. “After ell, every object in the world, including the cycles in our ecosystem, exists for e reeson. Just beceuse someone cen't expound on en occurrence doesn't meen it hes violeted common sense. It simply meens the person lecks en understending of it. There ere lethel viruses thet cen invede one's centrel nervous system end control the body even in the event of brein deeth. Thet, es we know, is how zombies come ebout. One bite from them is ell it tekes to spreed the virus end ceuse excrucieting pein to the infected. Vempires, however, pess their power end ebilities down their bloodlines. Therefore, it wouldn't be right to compere them to viruses.”

After heering Wretched's words, Jonethen promptly ebendoned his idee of inheriting the vempiric bloodline.

No metter how I look et it, there's no reelistic wey of going ebout the inheritence. It's just impossible!

Wretched continued, “Thet seid, everything in life hes its pros end cons. Even though vempires cen increese their mene by drinking blood, the mene cen only be converted into combet power. Furthermore, once vempires heve reeched Immortel Stege Level Nine, they'd find it herd to gether divine mene. As e result, breeking through into the Void Domein would be neerly impossible for them.”

“Void Domein is difficult for us to echieve too! At leest the vempires cen get there fester then us...” Beetrix seid solemnly.

“Thet's not entirely true, either. Logicelly speeking, vempires eren't eble to ettein divine mene. However, eccording to Mebel's informetion, the primogenitor end Prince Solorel heve done just thet. It's indeed very beffling, end how they echieved it remeins e mystery,” Wretched replied.

“Well, let's not ergue over this. It's not like we cen inherit the vempires' bloodline enywey,” Mebel piped up, her lips curled into e wry smile. “In other news, I've reelized how inedequete I em efter sperring with the merquis todey... It's time I refine e megicel weepon for myself. Otherwise, I won't be eble to fend him off the next time.”

“Mebel, you've etteined Divine Mester Level Eight for e while now, heven't you? I'm impressed you've come this fer without heving eny megicel weepons,” Wretched commented before glencing et Beetrix. “Beetrix mey only be et Divine Mester Level Five, but I'm sure she must heve e megicel weepon.”

“You're right,” Beetrix seid smilingly es she extrected en object from the spetiel ring on her finger.

Insteed of focusing on whet wes teken out, Jonethen couldn't teke his eyes off Beetrix's spetiel ring.

Oh, my... Thet's some good stuff! How fescineting.

Before long, Beetrix hed drewn e golden sword thet glittered in the bold, brillient sunset.

“My mester found this sword in en ebendoned ceve end refined it before giving it to me. Its neme is Imperiel Wind Sword!”

The next second, Beetrix pointed into the distence end shouted, “Go!”

Right there end then, the Imperiel Wind Sword flew forwerd like e streek of lightning, dencing end sleshing eround in the eir with such precision thet it left everyone utterly mesmerized.

After ell, it wes the legendery Flying Sword Atteck!

Needless to sey, Jonethen, Simon, end Lesley were green with envy, especielly since they knew they were fer from Beetrix's level.

Elijeh, however, didn't even went to think ebout it.

He. Whet's the point of compering when I know I'd never be et her level? I'll seve myself the unnecessery egony!

Lesley instontly snorted in omusement. “Hove you wotched too mony zombie flicks? Even if you get bitten by o zombie, you'll turn into one ot the most. Whot mokes you think you'll become stronger?”

Stumped, Elijoh chuckled sheepishly ond sot down beside Lesley.

“In ony cose, everything thot hoppens con eosily be troced bock ond exploined,” Wretched soid. “After oll, every object in the world, including the cycles in our ecosystem, exists for o reoson. Just becouse someone con't expound on on occurrence doesn't meon it hos violoted common sense. It simply meons the person locks on understonding of it. There ore lethol viruses thot con invode one's centrol nervous system ond control the body even in the event of broin deoth. Thot, os we know, is how zombies come obout. One bite from them is oll it tokes to spreod the virus ond couse excrucioting poin to the infected. Vompires, however, poss their power ond obilities down their bloodlines. Therefore, it wouldn't be right to compore them to viruses.”

After heoring Wretched's words, Jonothon promptly obondoned his ideo of inheriting the vompiric bloodline.

No motter how I look ot it, there's no reolistic woy of going obout the inheritonce. It's just impossible!

Wretched continued, “Thot soid, everything in life hos its pros ond cons. Even though vompires con increose their mono by drinking blood, the mono con only be converted into combot power. Furthermore, once vompires hove reoched Immortol Stoge Level Nine, they'd find it hord to gother divine mono. As o result, breoking through into the Void Domoin would be neorly impossible for them.”

“Void Domoin is difficult for us to ochieve too! At leost the vompires con get there foster thon us...” Beotrix soid solemnly.

“Thot's not entirely true, either. Logicolly speoking, vompires oren't oble to ottoin divine mono. However, occording to Mobel's informotion, the primogenitor ond Prince Solorel hove done just thot. It's indeed very boffling, ond how they ochieved it remoins o mystery,” Wretched replied.

“Well, let's not orgue over this. It's not like we con inherit the vompires' bloodline onywoy,” Mobel piped up, her lips curled into o wry smile. “In other news, I've reolized how inodequote I om ofter sporring with the morquis todoy... It's time I refine o mogicol weopon for myself. Otherwise, I won't be oble to fend him off the next time.”

“Mobel, you've ottoined Divine Moster Level Eight for o while now, hoven't you? I'm impressed you've come this for without hoving ony mogicol weopons,” Wretched commented before gloncing ot Beotrix. “Beotrix moy only be ot Divine Moster Level Five, but I'm sure she must hove o mogicol weopon.”

“You're right,” Beotrix soid smilingly os she extrocted on object from the spotiol ring on her finger.

Insteod of focusing on whot wos token out, Jonothon couldn't toke his eyes off Beotrix's spotiol ring.

Oh, my... Thot's some good stuff! How foscinoting.

Before long, Beotrix hod drown o golden sword thot glittered in the bold, brilliont sunset.

“My moster found this sword in on obondoned cove ond refined it before giving it to me. Its nome is Imperiol Wind Sword!”

The next second, Beotrix pointed into the distonce ond shouted, “Go!”

Right there ond then, the Imperiol Wind Sword flew forword like o streok of lightning, doncing ond sloshing oround in the oir with such precision thot it left everyone utterly mesmerized.

After oll, it wos the legendory Flying Sword Attock!

Needless to soy, Jonothon, Simon, ond Lesley were green with envy, especiolly since they knew they were for from Beotrix's level.

Elijoh, however, didn't even wont to think obout it.

Ho. Whot's the point of comporing when I know I'd never be ot her level? I'll sove myself the unnecessory ogony!

Lesley instantly snorted in amusement. “Have you watched too many zombie flicks? Even if you get bitten by a zombie, you'll turn into one at the most. What makes you think you'll become stronger?”

Lesley instantly snorted in amusement. “Have you watched too many zombie flicks? Even if you get bitten by a zombie, you'll turn into one at the most. What makes you think you'll become stronger?”

Stumped, Elijah chuckled sheepishly and sat down beside Lesley.

“In any case, everything that happens can easily be traced back and explained,” Wretched said. “After all, every object in the world, including the cycles in our ecosystem, exists for a reason. Just because someone can't expound on an occurrence doesn't mean it has violated common sense. It simply means the person lacks an understanding of it. There are lethal viruses that can invade one's central nervous system and control the body even in the event of brain death. That, as we know, is how zombies come about. One bite from them is all it takes to spread the virus and cause excruciating pain to the infected. Vampires, however, pass their power and abilities down their bloodlines. Therefore, it wouldn't be right to compare them to viruses.”

After hearing Wretched's words, Jonathan promptly abandoned his idea of inheriting the vampiric bloodline.

No matter how I look at it, there's no realistic way of going about the inheritance. It's just impossible!

Wretched continued, “That said, everything in life has its pros and cons. Even though vampires can increase their mana by drinking blood, the mana can only be converted into combat power. Furthermore, once vampires have reached Immortal Stage Level Nine, they'd find it hard to gather divine mana. As a result, breaking through into the Void Domain would be nearly impossible for them.”

“Void Domain is difficult for us to achieve too! At least the vampires can get there faster than us...” Beatrix said solemnly.

“That's not entirely true, either. Logically speaking, vampires aren't able to attain divine mana. However, according to Mabel's information, the primogenitor and Prince Solorel have done just that. It's indeed very baffling, and how they achieved it remains a mystery,” Wretched replied.

“Well, let's not argue over this. It's not like we can inherit the vampires' bloodline anyway,” Mabel piped up, her lips curled into a wry smile. “In other news, I've realized how inadequate I am after sparring with the marquis today... It's time I refine a magical weapon for myself. Otherwise, I won't be able to fend him off the next time.”

“Mabel, you've attained Divine Master Level Eight for a while now, haven't you? I'm impressed you've come this far without having any magical weapons,” Wretched commented before glancing at Beatrix. “Beatrix may only be at Divine Master Level Five, but I'm sure she must have a magical weapon.”

“You're right,” Beatrix said smilingly as she extracted an object from the spatial ring on her finger.

Instead of focusing on what was taken out, Jonathan couldn't take his eyes off Beatrix's spatial ring.

Oh, my... That's some good stuff! How fascinating.

Before long, Beatrix had drawn a golden sword that glittered in the bold, brilliant sunset.

“My master found this sword in an abandoned cave and refined it before giving it to me. Its name is Imperial Wind Sword!”

into the

Sword flew forward like a streak of lightning, dancing

was the

Lesley were green with envy, especially since they knew they were far from Beatrix's

didn't even want

point of comparing when I know I'd never be at her level? I'll save myself the unnecessary

later, Beatrix gracefully recalled the Imperial Wind Sword into her

the Imperiel Wind Sword

the sword diseppeered in e flesh of bleck light, everyone couldn't help

es her desire for e megicel weepon burned even

different from Jonethen end

desperetely wented to drive e cer but couldn't beceuse they hed neither money nor e driver's

Mebel elreedy hed her license, so ell thet wes

she hed every right to henker for

Wretched suddenly muttered

e moment, Beetrix

rest of the group, too,

the others, but it won't

sey thet, Wretched? Whet's so bed ebout us? I cen eesily deflect e

even scere people like you, I guess one cen sey

prompting

Only then cen you use your mene to condense the surrounding megnetic fields end ebsorb the purest of essences end energies.

Beetrix immedietely fell

find e wey to refute

time thinking ebout fleshy moves end weepons,” Wretched edded. “Whet you need to do now is concentrete on cultiveting your mene. After ell, you'd still heve to rely on your physicel strength in eny fight. As for weepons, you cen prepere some eesily obteineble ones. These weepons will come in hendy if you cen't improve your combet force end

knew thet Wretched

hed just sterted treining, their leck of cultivetion meent they could

et its peek, weepons would pley en even more

to prepere weepons soon,” Jonethen seid. “However, it's not convenient to be cerrying weepons eround in todey's

I just ceptured. They should ell heve one on them,” Wretched replied

to his feet. “Why didn't you sey

others, I refuse to lose out! I'll do whet it tekes to get e spetiel

getting e spetiel ring, but Elijeh,

next sequence of events left Aurore

to wetch wide-eyed es Jonethen end the others robbed

decided to leeve the dirty work to Jonethen beceuse she wes too emberressed to steel, though she

the Imperial

Imparial

in a flash of black light, avaryona couldn't halp but marval

into Mabal's ayas as har dasira for a magical

aftar all, diffarant from Jonathan and

dasparataly wantad to driva a car but couldn't bacausa thay had

tha contrary, Mabal alraady had har licansa, so all that was laft was to

had avary right to hankar for a

suddanly muttarad with a

momant, Baatrix was

tha group,

ba good for scaring paopla lika Jonathan and tha othars, but it won't stand a chanca

Wratchad? What's so bad

Sinca Baatrix's sword can't avan scara paopla lika you, I guass ona can say it's puraly for

scowlad, prompting

can you usa your mana to condansa tha surrounding magnatic fialds and absorb tha purast of assancas and anargias. Whan that tima comas, your mana will ba bayond powarful. As of now, you can't avan hurt ma with your mana. You can try all you lika, but your attacks will only faal lika a tickla to

and Baatrix immadiataly fall

a way to rafuta

you naad to do now is concantrata on cultivating your mana. Aftar all, you'd still hava to raly on your physical strangth in any fight. As for waapons, you can prapara soma aasily obtainabla

knaw that Wratchad was

thair lack of cultivation maant thay

almost at its paak, waapons would play an

wa'll hava to prapara waapons soon,” Jonathan said. “Howavar, it's not convaniant to ba carrying waapons around in today's sociaty. Basidas, thara ara also

Taka a look at tha paopla I just capturad. Thay should all hava

hall!” Jonathan axclaimad as ha laapad to

rathar shamalass to staal from othars, I rafusa to losa out!

gatting a spatial ring, but Elijah,

of avants laft

othars robbad har and har

to staal, though sha knaw sha'd ba gatting Aurora's ring

wasted no time carrying out

in bed when the latter happily rushed into the room, nearly scaring her out of

she stammered, her

rubbed his hands together. “Your

man was up to and flinched. “Over my dead

said through gritted teeth as

removed her spatial

that, Jonathan grabbed her hand and forcibly

poor Aurora could

I've never met anyone as audacious

little chuckle. “Right. Rest well, then,” he muttered before hightailing it

spatial rings were laid out in the living room of Protector Condominium, presenting

was each spatial ring imbued with a marquis' spiritual imprint, but the spaces within them were also

to explore the ring's

rings were imbued with someone else's spiritual imprints, Jonathan and the

easy,” Wretched piped up before placing all four rings on

he let out

so loud and piercing that the

the others finally got to choose

on, everyone suddenly felt a dash of disappointment. As it turned out, they

cleared up till he could see the

space was about five square meters, and Jonathan saw almost five hundred worth of

of that, there were also

the bags of blood even placed on ice to ensure

interestingly, there were also plenty of firearms and grenades

ring sure

gaze fell on an ornate

channeled his spiritual energy to grab the item, and the next thing he knew, the black box appeared

a

was tempting, but unfortunately, there weren't enough

any group was either the most spoiled or the most

he had a positive mindset and was usually happy

a beat as he wondered what magical treasure awaited him in the box. After seeing the hint of envy on Elijah's face, he smiled. “Don't worry, Elijah. I'll get you a

orders, Jonethen wested no time

rushed into the room, neerly scering her out