Awakening: Reincarnating With the SSS-Level Extraction Talent - Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Chapter 371: Dying with no Destiny Points, Powerful Punch
Alex stood there, heart pounding, knowing he couldn’t dodge the Hatred Demon’s next attack.

This was it, the strike that would decide who won and who lost.

Most people would’ve panicked, maybe tried to duck or run, but Alex?

He did something crazy: he closed his eyes.

But he wasn’t stupid, there was actually a very specific reason for that.

He knew dodging the usual way wouldn’t work.

Those claws were too fast, too sharp, and the demon was too smart.

And so in that split second, as the claws came rushing toward him, Alex’s mind raced.

He pictured a dozen ways this could go—leaping left, ducking right, even rolling under.

But every single one ended the same: him sliced to bits, dead on the ground.

His imagination didn’t offer any miracles.

The Hatred Demon was just too good, and Alex wasn’t about to kid himself into thinking otherwise.

It’d seen everything he could throw at it by now.

So why shut his eyes? Two reasons!

First, it calmed him down.

Staring at those claws—long, black, dripping with menace—only made his stomach twist and his hands shake.

If he couldn’t see them, maybe he could think straight.

Second and main one: he’d done this before.

Back in the Abyss, when the darkness had swallowed everything and he’d been basically blind, he’d learned to fight without his eyes.

He’d felt the air shift, caught the faint hum of energy from the creatures around him.

It wasn’t perfect, but it worked.

And right now, that’s what he needed.

People watching might’ve called him an idiot.

“Who closes their eyes in a fight like that?” they’d say.

But Alex wasn’t just anyone.

He’d trained for this, lived it and had survived in the Abyss, so he was possibly the best one for this kind of thing.

He wasn’t scared of looking dumb, hell, he wasn’t even scared of dying, the only thing he feared was that he didn’t accomplish what he wanted to do.

So he shut out the world, the mist swirling around him, the growls of the demon, all of it.

Eyes closed, he took a breath, and something clicked.

Time didn’t stop, but it slowed.

Everything got quieter, sharper.

Then he focused hard.

A golden pulse shot out from him, rippling through the Blood Domain like a wave.

It wasn’t loud or flashy, just a soft glow that spread out and bounced back when it hit the Hatred Demon.

Suddenly, even with his eyes shut, Alex could see it—a golden outline of the monster, claws raised, snarling.

It wasn’t as clear as real sight, nowhere near as good as if he’d kept his eyes open, but it was enough.

Perfect, even.

Pulse after pulse fired off, quick as a heartbeat.

Each one mapped the demon’s movements—every twitch, every step.

Alex didn’t need to guess anymore.

He could feel it, track it.

And then the demon attacked.

“DIE!” it roared, its voice like nails on stone.

Its first claw slashed down, fast and brutal.

It figured Alex couldn’t dodge, not standing there, not like this.

A human shouldn’t have the speed.

But Alex wasn’t relying on speed alone.

In his mind, those golden pulses lit up like an alarm.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The claw’s path glowed clear as day.

With a quick step, he slid to the side.

Fwish!

The claw cut through empty air, missing him by inches.

The demon’s eyes narrowed, confused.

It hadn’t expected that.

Alex didn’t stop moving.

His right arm—the one he’d been charging this whole time—stayed pulled back.

Crimson energy swirled around it, growing brighter, hotter.

He wasn’t just dodging to survive.

He wanted to end this, one shot, one hit.

The demon slashed again, its second arm whipping through the air.

Alex saw it coming, that golden pulse showing him the arc before it even got close.

He ducked, letting it sail over his head.

The third slash came faster, but he twisted out of the way, barely feeling the wind as it passed.

Each dodge made his heart thump louder, his focus sharper.

He wasn’t watching the mist or the ground or anything else—just the demon.

It was like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

That was the trick.

If he let anything else creep in, he’d miss something, and he’d be dead.

The Hatred Demon could pull out one of its big moves any second—a blast of energy, a trick he couldn’t predict—and if that happened, he was done.

Eyes closed or not, he wouldn’t see it coming.

This was a gamble, a tightrope walk over a pit of spikes.

He had to finish it fast.

The fourth slash came, and that’s when Alex felt it.

Every nerve in his body lit up, screaming at him: Now!

The demon’s arm swung wide, leaving a tiny gap, a split-second opening.

This was his shot.

“DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEEEEEE!” the demon bellowed, its voice shaking the air.

“OPEN YOUR EYES AND WATCH AS I KILL YOU!”

It couldn’t figure him out.

At first, it thought he’d given up, closing his eyes like a man ready to die.

But now, dodging its fastest strikes?

Something was wrong, and it knew it.

This last attack, though—it poured everything into it.

All its momentum, all its rage.

No one could dodge this.

It was sure of it.

Except Alex didn’t dodge.

With his right arm blazing, crimson energy crackling like fire, he stepped forward.

Right into the claws.

“Huh?”

The demon froze, stunned, as its claws tore through him.

They sliced his head apart, ripped into his chest, left his body a mess of cuts and blood.

“I… won?” it muttered, staring at the wreckage.

Alex was dead.

No pulse, no breath.

It could sense it—nothing left to bring him back.

[Destiny Points: 8/150]

The Hatred Demon started to relax, ready to claim its victory.

But then it saw something that made its gut twist: Alex’s face.

Even torn apart, he was smiling. Wide. Confident.

That wasn’t the look of a guy who’d messed up.

And that’s when it hit the demon—he hadn’t just walked forward.

He’d launched himself, full force, straight at it.

Before it could react, Alex’s right arm—still glowing, still charged—swung forward.

Fwish!

The punch landed.

BOOOOOOM!

The impact roared through the Blood Domain, a shockwave that sent the demon flying back.

It crashed through the air, tumbling toward the edge of the Orb of the Mountain’s abyss.

“Shit,” it hissed, glancing down at the dark pit below.

The punch stung, but it wasn’t enough to kill.

It could still recover, dodge the tendrils lurking down there.

The Blood Domain would fade soon anyway.

It had won, right?

“It was an impressive fight, human,” the demon sneered, still spinning in mid-air from the blow, “But only the true victor survives.”

It twisted its body, ready to land and walk away.

Zap! ZWAP!

But out of nowhere, a blue light flashed.

One of the orbs floating near Alex, small, quiet, ignored, beeped once, then fired.

A bolt of blue thunder streaked through the air and slammed into the demon, catching it off guard.

It couldn’t dodge, not while it was still falling.

The lightning crackled over its body, locking it in place.

[You have been stunned for 10 seconds.]

“WHAT?!” it roared, thrashing uselessly as its muscles froze.

It couldn’t move now, and even less fight back.