The Monster Monarch System-Chapter 215: Monsters From The Creek (Part 2)

The green soul shot up from the monster’s corpse, slamming into Rem’s chest like a jolt of lightning.

Energy surged through him, filling every muscle, every fiber of his being with a rush of power.

It was a familiar feeling, but even now, it was almost intoxicating... the Strength felt intoxicating to him. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

However, Rem didn’t let himself get distracted. A small tab hovered in front of him, showing the skills he had gained, but he ignored it. There was no time for that. The second monster was already charging at him.

The Swamplizard lunged, its massive fist swinging toward Rem.

Last time, he had caught an attack like this.

But this time, he didn’t bother to catch it. Instead, he pivoted his body, sidestepping the blow with barely any effort.

The monster’s foot came sailing toward his face, but he grabbed it out of the air with ease, the claws scraping across his skin yet a frown stretched across his face as he did it.

’These things are too slow,’ Rem thought, his expression almost bored. It wasn’t even a real fight.

He twisted his hips and threw the Swamplizard over his shoulder, sending it crashing into the ground with such force that the earth cracked beneath it.

The creature gasped for air, struggling to get up, but Rem didn’t give it the chance. He stepped forward and stomped down, his foot landing squarely on the monster’s chest with a brutal crack.

The sound of its ribs breaking was almost satisfying. The Swamplizard went still, its chest caving in under the weight of his foot.

The fight wasn’t over, though. Two more Swamplizards were already closing in, their claws slashing through the air in an attempt to overwhelm him.

But Rem was faster. His body moved with a fluidity that made dodging their attacks seem effortless.

He ducked under one blow, sidestepped another. It was like they were moving in slow motion.

He grabbed one of the monster’s arms, twisting it behind its back until he heard a sharp crack.

The creature roared in pain, but Rem didn’t flinch.

The second Swamplizard tried to claw at his face, but Rem ducked under the strike, his headbutt meeting the creature’s jaw with a sickening thud. The Swamplizard reeled back, disoriented, and Rem took advantage of the opening.

With a swift movement, he grabbed the first monster by the wrist, tightening his grip until its bones began to creak. He crushed its hand, eliciting a howl of pain from the creature, then punched it in the chest.

His fist landed with enough force to break through its ribcage, and the Swamplizard dropped to the ground, lifeless.

The second monster didn’t last much longer. Rem’s fist was already surrounded by crackling soul energy when he swung, and the blow hit the creature squarely in the chest. The force of it caved in its ribs, and it crumpled to the ground in a heap, blood pooling around its body.

Rem didn’t even take a moment to catch his breath. His eyes shifted to the fourth Swamplizard, which was sprawled motionless on the ground, playing dead.

He saw the faint twitch of its tail. It was feigning defeat, hoping he’d lower his guard.

’Not today,’ he thought, his lips curling into a faint, humorless smile.

He walked over to the creature, flames licking at his palm as he knelt beside it.

The monster’s eyes widened, fear flashing in them, but it was too late.

Rem placed his palm on the creature’s side, and in an instant, fire roared to life.

The Swamplizard screamed in agony as the flames consumed its body, but it couldn’t move. It was paralyzed by fear, its skin sizzling as the fire tore through it.

The screeching grew louder, but Rem didn’t flinch. He let the flames burn until there was nothing left but charred remains.

His gaze drifted toward the swamp, the murky water still and quiet. He could sense the presence of more creatures lurking just beyond the tree line.

They were watching him, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

’I’m not going to sleep with them here,’ Rem thought, his brow furrowing.

He couldn’t afford to let his guard down, not in a place like this. The swamp was a perfect hiding spot for monsters, and he wasn’t about to let them surprise him in the night.

Without a second thought, he began walking toward the creek, his boots squelching in the wet earth.

The souls of the fallen monsters started to drift toward him, tiny green wisps of energy that floated upward before vanishing into his chest.

With each one, he could feel his strength growing, his body becoming more and more powerful – he became more and more invincible by the second.

Reaching the edge of the creek, he stopped and surveyed the water. It was stagnant, thick with muck and algae, and he knew it would only be a matter of time before more monsters emerged from its depths.

He wasn’t going to let that happen.

Rem’s eyes glowed faintly as he focused on the water, his mind sharpening with a sudden intensity. He muttered one word under his breath.

"Burn."

In an instant, flames erupted from his outstretched hand, dancing across the surface of the creek. The water hissed as the fire spread, sending up clouds of steam.

The fire consumed the swamp’s murky depths, and soon, the entire creek was a wall of roaring flames. It wouldn’t take long for any creature nearby to feel the heat. They wouldn’t dare approach now.

Rem stood still for a moment, watching the fire rage. The energy from the monsters he had killed still thrummed inside him, but it didn’t feel like enough.

He wanted more — more power, more challenges. But for now, this was enough. The swamp was quiet. No monsters dared to approach.

Slowly souls began to swirl from the burning creek, entering his chest and filling him up with power – Monsters that had died by the fire.

He turned away from the burning creek and began walking toward the trees, his mind already shifting to whatever came next. The night was still young, and he knew he would find something to test his strength. He always did.