The Legacy System

His heart fully stopped for a moment as he heard someone speak behind him,

"You truly did its old man, you truly tried to kill me with that stupid strategy of yours!"

The guy couldn't believe his ears, he thought that this was just his mind playing tricks with him, it was impossible.

There was no freaking way for this old fogie to have survived that enormous explosion, even he was brought to the brink of death.

There was no way the person who was supposed to be in the center of all this, was safe and sound, it just didn't make any sense.

The voice he heard from behind himself was the old fogie, or bastard that had run up here to steal his treasure, his worst enemy.

How was it possible that he was still alive even after being in the center of that hell? It was just impossible for someone to survive that.

With those thoughts in mind, he started trembling as he turned back, saying with a shaky voice,

"N-no, im-impo-impossible y-you shou-should b-be de-dead!"

It took a sign of great courage and willpower for him to turn around and have a look at the guy standing behind him, as he felt like he was meeting his death.

After all what else would it be, if he had truly managed to escape that hell of an explosion he had set up and was in a better condition than he was, then the old man was most certainly dead.

But his will, and courage seemed to pay off, as when he turned around he saw that that guy wasn't much better than him, in fact, he looked even worse.

It was to be expected, after all, he was in the center of that damn explosion, there was no way for him to escape that unscathed.

For a moment he felt truly stupid for getting that scared, especially at his age, it was so shameful and embarrassing.

So, recollecting himself quickly, and putting a tough front he looked towards the other guy with a mocking look, and said,

"What you aren't satisfied with that, and want to die an even more sorry death!?"

It was like that moment when he had been scared shitless for his life had been just some kind of illusion or something.

The other guy didn't seem to appreciate his words either, he was pleased with the start, but after hearing that last line he got immediately angry.

A devilish grin appeared on his hardly beaten face, which made him look like some kind of lunatic, or some low-budget beaten to death villain, as he said,

"Hahah~! Ignorance is truly blissful old man, too bad that the one to die will be you!"

He was in a much worse situation than the old man, his whole body had been burned, and even his clothes were almost totally burned.

They couldn't be called clothes anymore, they were just rips that were still holding together in a weird way, as his whole body was out for a show.

His 'little monster' was dangling between his legs, even though it seemed to not like the environment outside, as it was now in the smallest form possible.

His badly burned body seemed to get worse by the minute, there was no sign of muscles, or skin all over him, there wasn't even an inch of skin left intact.

Even his special milk factories seemed to be in a truly bad shape, as one looked just too big, probably due to a burn, while the other seemed to have exploded.

He didn't look much of a human being at that moment like he was going to die with each step he took, but still, he continued moving forward and walking towards his target.

His steps were anything but steady, as he didn't have any balance at all, but he wasn't faltering in the least, as he walked towards the target.

Seeing that happen made the old man feel truly scared for the second time in such a short time, and this time it was even more genuine.

He couldn't believe his eyes, the guy in front of him was truly going too far, he didn't seem to care about himself anymore, it looked like all he wanted was to kill him there and then.

There was a reason why it was normal to defeat an expert but difficult to kill, they had their trump cards, more than one, and usually would rather escape than fight to the death.

Yet the person in front of him seemed to have steeled his resolve and seemed to be using everything he had left in order to kill him, which made the old man truly panic.

This damn bastard! Why couldn't he just try to escape and stop following him? Why did they have to fight to the death? Why did he have to die in such a place, when he was so close to power, status, and wealth.

No, he couldn't allow something like that to happen, he couldn't die in a place like this, he had to find a way to survive this, but his trump cards were used to keep his life from the explosion.

He had nothing left in his space ring that could help him escape this tribulation that had befallen him, he had never thought that this guy would go so far.

So, he had no other choice but to brace himself and block the upcoming attack. There was no other choice.

Furthermore, the guy in front of him seemed to be in a much worse state than he was, so as long as he focused on defense only, he would most certainly have the upper hand in their fight, and win.

All he had to do was defend a few of his attacks, and look for an opening that would be all. Then he could kill him, and survive.

Certainly, he was going to accept even his contribution towards the relief of the headache that he had caused him for the night, but taking away his items and his space ring.

As he was thinking like this his heart started beating a bit faster, and getting a bit more excited, as he felt the excitement of what he was to get, run through his veins.

The other guy seemed to be emotionless though, or it would be more exact to say that his face had been burned so much that he wasn't able to express any emotions.

When he was only 2 steps away from the old man, he pulled up his hand into a knife form, and then immediately send it towards the old man's heart.

It was clear that he wasn't joking, he wanted the old man's life. His attack looked pathetic to say the least, in fact, it looked like it would dissipate halfway through.

Seeing that attack towards himself the old man couldn't help but smile a bit, as he showed his yellow teeth, which looked extremely white considering his ashes-covered face.

This was going to be much easier than he thought it would, as he placed his forearms in front of his heart, in order to block the attack and protect his heart.

He was able to understand his own stupidity only when his forearms made contact with that weak-looking hand, as not only where his bones crushed, but that 'knife' cut through his forearms.

In less than a moment, he had just lost his arms, as the 'knife' was headed towards his heart. He tried to move back, and escape but found out it was impossible as the 'knife' had already arrived.

It entered right through his body, destroyed his ribs, and then cut through his heart like a hot knife through butter.

This whole thing was impossible, yet it had happened. He couldn't understand how, or why, he shouldn't have that much power left.

It was at that moment that he finally understood something, and taking into consideration everything that had happened, it made sense.

With those thoughts in mind, he said in a weak, and dying voice,

"You took one of those pills, didn't you? Even though you knew the consequences!"

The other man in front of him didn't seem to be able to answer, but the light in his eyes was more than enough to confirm those words.

He had truly done it, he had eaten a 'performance increasing pill' to increase his abilities, and strength by a few levels for a short period of time.

Even if it meant that the moment the effects wore off, not only would he lose that strength, and feel terrible pain, but even his realm, strength, or cultivation would start receding.

From now on he was doomed to grow weaker by the day, and close any chance of a possible advance in his life.

He was doomed to die weaker than he already was! But was the sacrifice worth it? Why had he done such a thing?

The dying old man didn't know how to feel about it, he had died from a suicidal fool, in a place like this. He truly felt unwilling to die, but he had no other way.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, and enter the cycle of reincarnation, he felt the suicidal fool spray a mouthful of blood over him, as he seemed to be losing consciousness as well.

This motherfu*cking idiot, not only had killed him, but he was dying himself in such a way. It was truly pathetic, their lives were truly pathetic, and so were their deaths.

Well, there was nothing more for him to witness in this world, he might as well go on and die. But before he could die, he heard a gunshot, and then a bullet went through his killer's head.

Trying to look towards the shooter, he could only make the appearance of something black…