My Gluttony System: I Devour God-Tier Talents-Chapter 37: Erased! [ Kyrie Vs Rudolf]

Kyrie didn’t sleep. He couldn’t.

The room was comfortable enough. The bed is soft. The ambience was soothing enough, but every time he closed his eyes the feeling returned, flashing across his senses.

The feeling of being watched. The feeling of danger arising in the next blink.

Kyrie had no choice but to stay awake. Sitting close to the window where he observed the clouds drift by, even as the airship cut through the skies.

All the while he waited, the feeling still persisted .Whoever was watching,was patient but so was Kyrie.

He wasn’t letting his guard down even for a second even as the morning slowly drifted into noon.

At mid-day Kyrie could be seen testing out the suits that were delivered and he finally set his mind on one.

He picked out the charcoal black piece and dressed carefully, leaving the tie slightly loose.

He opened the collar just enough to appear casual rather than formal.

He had the scarf hanging on his shoulders and pendant just underneath his shirt.

This was his own style. The Kyrie Style.

He looked at the mirror on the door. Observing himself. White hair. Crimson eyes and lips that matched his eyes.

Real bad man ! He said while winking. a part of his former life surfacing.

He stepped out of his room heading to the upper deck. If someone was hunting him. Let them see what they were going up against.

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The airship was separated into two sections. The upper deck for wealthier passengers and the lower deck for crew and cargo.

Kyrie stayed on the upper deck, moving around like he owned the place.

The main lounge was quite extravagant.

There were luxurious seatings with beautiful brass and gold designs and large windows offering a spectacular view of the endless sky.

The passengers gathered in small groups, talking quietly, sipping drinks served by the attendants.

Kyrie moved among them, using social skills that came from two lifetimes of experience.

Brett’s non-chalance confidence approach to life and Kyrie’s seductive charm. The combination made it easier for him to adapt and be perceived as incredibly likable.

While he moved, an older woman smiled at him, her eyes lingering on his white hair and lips.

"Such an unusual look, young man. Brings out your eyes"

"Thank you, ma’am," Kyrie replied smoothly, returning the smile with a charming smirk.

"Gift from my mother."

The woman laughed while she slowly sipped her drink. Eyes still lingering on him.

"That’s sounds just about right." She replied still escorting him with her gaze.

He walked to the bar but not before a young woman glanced at him. Her look was alluring. Begging for something. Maybe his attention or something else.

Kyrie simply nodded politely the moment they locked eyes. Negan’s advice coming to mind even now.

*Let them chase...*

But he wasn’t really up for that right now. He was here to investigate.

Kyrie arrived at the bar and bought a drink. He got something light, non-alcoholic and definitely not too expensive.

He had to be smart with the crowns Negan had given him before departure. The bartender simply served him and continued his work.

Kyrie sipped the glass of root beer slowly, letting his Psyche Resonance extend outward to cover the room.

The emotions and surface thoughts came rushing him.

Most of the people here were bored. A merchant to his left was one amongst the lot.

A few others were more anxious though the focus was from a young couple near the window that looked at the outer scenery with fingers locked together.

Yeah, they were definitely getting some action once they were back in their room.

There was also the occasional arrogance that he felt from a well-dressed man with gold rimmed glasses reading a newspaper.

It all seemed normal. There was nothing to really look deeply into. But amidst all of these surface emotions, he could still feel that knot in his chest.

That feeling of impending danger. He believed at this point that his omen skill was actually doing this. Warning him of the things unseen.

He felt it but where it came from was still blocked. Still out of his reach.

Kyrie spent the afternoon moving between the lounge, the observation deck and the dining area.

Though everything here tinkled his fancy, he kept his crowns close to his chest.

Kyrie chatted briefly with passengers, observing, listening, mirroring them. Some were warm, curious about the white-haired young man traveling alone.

Others were cold and dismissive. A fortune can do that to you. He thought.

Through it all. The good, bad and ugly he searched. His insistent scanning of the area allowed him to get the structure of the security that was present.

There were two marshals in dark blue uniforms patrolling the area, and a Sentinel stationed near the entrance to the bridge.

The Sentinel was easy to spot. There was an aura that came with him. His presence heavier than all the others and finally the orange armband that branded them.

To Kyrie, this meant whoever was watching him had avoided all their notice. And was smart enough to hide from them.

Kyrie had been playing the social game while investigating and now a game of cards. But he was certain of two things.

Firstly, whoever was on this ship, they weren’t among the passengers he’d encountered on this deck.

The feeling of danger never flared or focused on anyone specifically.

Secondly, they were waiting for something.

Waiting for him to be alone maybe.

Interesting! He thought.

He’d give them what they wanted but first he needed to scout a suitable area. He flushed the game and walked off with a nervous smile.

Dusk slowly crept in, the scenery changing as orange light pierced through the tempered windows into the room.

The airship had been flying for most of the day, and according to the attendants, they were less than two hours from their destination.

This caused most of the passengers to return to their cabins to gather belongings amidst impending arrival.

This was Kyrie’s time and he began making his move immediately.

He walked out of the lounge casually, walking down the upper deck hallway toward the back of the ship.

There was a maintenance corridor back there. He’d spotted it earlier while he was searching for a less monitored area.

Workers only routinely moved back there. He slowly pushed the door and stepped into the narrow passage within.

Brass pipes lined the walls, hissing softly with steam pressure. The lighting was a lot dimmer, just enough to not step on the toes of the next person.

Kyrie entered and deliberately walked slow. The feeling in his throat intensified.

It was getting closer and closer.

Footsteps behind him. Slow. Measured.

Kyrie could only imagine how desperate or confident someone had to be, to take an obvious bait.

Kyrie felt the presence right behind him as he turned at the other side of the corridor.

Rudolf stood at the entrance to the corridor, his head still wrapped in bandages.

Burn marks covered his skin. Evidence that he met Negan. Rudolf looked relatively thinner than before, weaker.

But his expression was anything but weak.

It was desperate, angry and definitely dangerous.

" I definitely didn’t see this coming,"

Kyrie said calmly with a hint of mockery.

His expression changing as his voice became darker.

" But I’ve been looking forward to it "

Rudolf’s lips twisted into something that might have been a smile if his eyes didn’t look worn and dead.

"It seems am not the only one"

Rudolf stepped forward, and Kyrie could feel the energy building inside and around him.It wasn’t like what he felt from the man before.

It wasn’t controlled and deliberate. Instead it felt erratic, desperate and viciously ominous.

"This ends here,"

Rudolf said hastily as he charged forward.

A telepathic blast spread outward attempting to slam Kyrie into the near-by wall to his right and crush him to death.

However Kyrie’s Omen skill took centre stage. Before the blast took shape.Kyrie knew exactly what Rudolf was about to do.

Unlike before, he now knew the trajectory of the attack and knew he had a little less than 2 seconds to react.

So he did the unexpected. Unprecedented

He leaped backward off the airship rail allowing himself free fall off the airship.

A move of desperation?

Rudolf’s blast slammed against the rails, bending them out of shape on impact.

His forward charge came to an abrupt stop immediately the boy leaped off. Hand on the rails, his eyes quickly went downwards and to his amazement and confusion.

Kyrie was free-falling.

Plummeting toward the clouds below, white hair whipping in the wind, arms spread out wide like he was finally free.

But something was off. He wasn’t in despair or remotely afraid, instead he smirked

Rudolf’s mind couldn’t process what was happening.

How could he? It didn’t make any sense.

But even while he was bewildered. Kyrie’s crimson eyes served as the mirror to Rudolf’s entire body.

A low breath as he snapped his fingers.

Void.

The word seemed to echo in Rudolf’s mind even though Kyrie’s lips never moved. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

And in that moment, the world shifted.

One moment, Rudolf was standing on the platform, staring down at Kyrie’s falling body.

And the next... he was the one falling, the airship suddenly above him, shrinking with each passing second.

Kyrie on the other hand stood where Rudolf was. His eyes still reflecting the man omniously and condescendingly.

Their positions were switched.

Rudolf’s scream in surprise and horror was lost to the wind as he fell. His mind finally recalled what had just happened.

He had seen Kyrie use it before.

But at this point, it was too late.

Kyrie extended his hand and something flashed out in the blind of an eye.

It was a bolt of orange flames compressed and moulded at a single point, sharp and precise.

It was a burning spear composed solely of fire that cut through the air instantly. The temperatures rising with each breath.

In the next second, it struck Rudolf in the chest. Piercing through.

The fire didn’t explode. It simply pierced and consumed.

Rudolf’s body ignited instantly, the flames spreading around his body instantly.

He tried screaming but his lungs were already on fire. Nothing but unheard desperation.

He tried thinking of a way out but there wasn’t any. And in his final moments, even as his defenses shattered, his mind finally opened.

Kyrie’s Psyche Resonance was active and read everything. The pain and desperation but also his thoughts that formed memories.

The letter he had received from the obscured man in the hospital. Written by Saul with the of three items attached.

A gun. Quick death for Rudolf and his wife.

A knife. Slow and painful death for his daughter.

And lastly,

An airship ticket. His only chance to fix it.

It was simple kill the boy, or I take everything you love and you watch.

Your choice!

Rudolf’s desperation. His love for his family. His hatred for Kyrie, not because of what he’d done, but because he was the reason it was all coming to shit.

*What choice did I have?* His final thoughts resounded.

The thought came as Rudolf’s body disintegrated.The flames blended perfectly with the orange-red light of dusk even as his ashes mixed with the clouds like a final memory.

There was no explosion, no shockwave.

Just a man, erased.