Unholy Player Chapter 483 Do you see me as a threat to humanity?

Adyr believed his end had arrived.

It wasn't the Mad Scientist, the mysterious blood cult, or even the hand of Fate that was claiming him; it was his own doing. Within the confines of this small chamber, he had nearly brought his own story to a premature conclusion.

The lethality of his skill combination was something he understood well, yet he had gambled that his Rank 4 Spark Citadelith, the Grace bloodline, his Malice armor, and the Devour Time innate talent would provide a sufficient shield against the blast.

As the vibrating shockwaves settled deep into his marrow, he realized his math had been tragically flawed.

His offensive maneuver was fundamentally simple, consisting of a two-step process.

Initially, he tapped into the abilities of his Rank 3 Spark Sacrifice Bees, funneling their volatile essence into his arm. He converted his own bone, blood, and flesh into a living, organic explosive primed for detonation.

By merging all seven of his Sparks and layering their various skills, he saturated his limb with overwhelming power. In a matter of heartbeats, he rewrote his genetic makeup, turning every individual cell into a trigger-ready bomb.

The second stage involved the skill of the Rank 3 Amplirock. This ability served to magnify the scale of any explosion while imbuing it with a searing fire element, ensuring the resulting blast would be catastrophic.

The preparation had been flawless. Once his arm reached its critical point, he slammed his fist into the wall, instantly igniting every dormant explosive cell within his limb.

However, the magnitude of the force far exceeded his projections.

Within the first two seconds, the raw power overwhelmed the damage transfer capabilities of his Rank 4 Citadelith. Adyr was forced to abruptly sever the link to prevent the Spark from being permanently extinguished.

With the Citadelith’s protection gone, his physical body was forced to absorb the remaining devastation.

His Malice armor, which clung to him like a sentient husk, was the first layer to disintegrate under the pressure.

Next, his arm was obliterated, reduced to a spray of gore and bone fragments in a flash. Even the Grace bloodline talent proved insufficient; it lacked the strength to stabilize his form or halt the rapid destruction ravaging his system. Before his entire being could be erased, he was forced to play his final trump card: Time Devour.

He pulled the threads of time back by three seconds for his physical form, restoring his body to a pristine state as if the damage had never occurred.

Yet, the explosion's residual energy persisted. The final wave of impact tore through him once more, obliterating half of his newly restored body and leaving him a shattered husk of a man.

"Will you survive?" Zephan questioned, struggling to maintain a mask of stoicism while hiding his internal horror at the ruined figure before him.

Adyr’s injuries were catastrophic, beyond repair without specialized healing skills—something neither Zephan nor his Elders possessed.

Adyr’s only hope lay in his personal regenerative capacity.

He offered no verbal reply. Instead, a soft, pale luminescence began to fill the room, gradually brightening as it swirled around him. The beams of light acted like magnets, drawing themselves directly into his horrific wounds.

Under the influence of Grace, his flesh began the slow process of reclaiming its vitality.

The progress, however, was agonizingly sluggish.

The blast hadn't just wrecked his physical form; the sheer effort of staying alive had drained his stamina to near-zero levels.

The light of Grace was currently dim, a flickering halo that barely managed to knit his torn skin together. His severed limbs showed no reaction, offering no indication that they would grow back.

In the past, he could have accelerated this process by consuming raw meat, a trait of the Dawn Raven innate ability.

But after utilizing the Synergy Crystal, that trait had merged with Mindrake’s super regeneration. Influenced by the Gaze bloodline talent, it had evolved into Time Devour—a formidable new innate ability that, unfortunately, lacked the life-force-consumption aspect.

Time Devour is incredibly OP, but it doesn't make me truly immortal, Adyr mused silently, feeling his life force return like a dying fire being gently fanned.

Zephan watched the healing process in contemplative silence.

He found Adyr difficult to categorize. He had initially assumed the young man's strength and limitless potential stemmed solely from his Elder bloodline.

Now, a different realization took hold.

This man didn't possess infinite potential at all. Not with a self-destructive mindset that turned him into his own greatest foe; a man with such a temperament could easily end his own life one day.

Yet, this didn't deter Silverlight.

On the contrary, a sense of familiarity washed over him as he observed the youth’s dogged persistence and iron will. To him, these traits were far more valuable than raw potential.

He saw Adyr as the type of person who would either ascend to the absolute summit or perish in the attempt. There was no middle ground.

Zephan considered that if Adyr did eventually reach the peak, he might follow in his wake—perhaps catching a glimpse of a horizon he could never reach on his own.

"Are you okay?" Henry and his team of researchers burst back in a short while later, their frantic footsteps echoing through the ruined hallway as they rushed to investigate the disturbance.

The sight of Adyr’s mangled body caused them to stop dead in their tracks, frozen by shock. "You damn brat," Henry spat, rushing forward as he cursed under his breath. He was too agitated to care that the Lunari were observing him.

Adyr’s behavior was growing increasingly suicidal, and this time he had truly stood on the brink of death. Henry felt a desperate urge to strike him, hoping to beat some common sense into his head.

However, seeing the boy in a half-dead state, he could only grit his teeth. He fumbled with his wrist device, frantically dialing for medics and any available Players with restorative skills. His fingers blurred across the screen as he prayed they would arrive in time.

Adyr noted Henry’s frantic, clumsy movements and the subtle Tremor in his hands. Through his one remaining eye, he glimpsed the terror hiding behind the man's urgency. A broken, lopsided smile touched his lips. "Are you afraid, Henry?" Henry looked up from his device, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration at the sudden question.

Adyr’s voice remained steady, that fractured smile still lingering. "Do you see me as a threat to humanity?"

Henry wanted to scream "yes," to berate him and pull him back from the precipice with harsh truths. Instead, he forced himself to swallow his anger, exhaling slowly. "If you have the energy to speak, focus it on staying alive."

Adyr pressed on regardless. "The Mad Scientist informed me that if I want to protect my family—if I want to liberate all of you from this cage—I have to become stronger. Much stronger."