Primordial Awakening: They Targeted My Daughter, I Became The Butcher!

Chapter 103: Nightcrawlers

"What do you mean by nightcrawlers?"

Although Amon was surprised that Collete had initiated a conversation between them, he was intrigued.

Collete fell silent for a few seconds before glancing out at the darkening skies.

Amon followed her gaze and noticed that the men and women wore frantic expressions as they rushed to close their workshops.

"Quick! Ensure you place the weldlock on the door..." a man shouted at his servant, urging him sternly.

The servant quickly placed something akin to a crosslock, then turned around with quick, precise movements, hurrying away.

Amon furrowed his brows slightly.

The sun hung low on the horizon, gradually sinking as the skies continued to darken.

Amid the slightly tense atmosphere, filled with frantic men and women rushing about their activities as though fleeing from something, the calm, soothing voice of the little girl drifted through the silence.

"Eight years ago, the world changed...

"Everything was fine during the day, but at night they came... creatures of the night that only knew rampage and destruction..."

"Humanity was brought to the brink of destruction. Fortunately, there were courageous humans who decided to step up and challenge these monsters. At first, we were still hopeless, until these courageous warriors began awakening strange abilities and obtaining strange skills..."

After Collete finished speaking, she was taken aback.

This was the longest she’d spoken in a really, really long time.

Why was she talking so much today?

Was she perhaps secretly pleased to have someone keep her company after being engulfed in her solitude and loneliness for so long?

Or could it be because of what she saw?

She bit her pale lips lightly, her eyes trembling ever so slightly.

But she was powerless to change it.

Amon, on the other hand, listened to her words and was startled...

Eight years ago...

Nightcrawlers...

He took a moment to digest what she’d just told him.

It was no wonder everyone’s movements were so hasty.

He glanced up at the rapidly darkening skies.

’They were racing against the darkness...’

Amon was curious about what the nightcrawlers looked like, but he was even more intrigued by their strength.

And what about those who had awakened?

What kind of abilities did they awaken?

Were they similar to the ones the status screen had shown him?

Could he become as strong as them?

And if that corpse inside the hidden space was his main body, was he already as strong as them?

Besides...

’Eight years seems suspicious...’

Amon didn’t know why, but something about the timing felt off.

The coincidence was too striking.

He was eight years old now, and the nightcrawlers had arrived eight years ago...

There was also something strange...

He woke up in the forest.

Where had he been before that?

Having lost his memories, he didn’t know.

But shouldn’t he have died because of the nightcrawlers rampaging through the night?

Or had someone wiped out his memories and left him in the forest so he could meet the cub.

So he could meet the little girl...

Amon’s thoughts slowed, and he felt a little overwhelmed.

There were too many things that simply didn’t add up.

Glancing outside, he noticed that the movements had stopped.

Only one or two people could now be seen outside.

Even they were racing against time.

Collete let the silence between them linger for a while before glancing up at the skies.

"It’s time, I guess."

As she spoke, she pulled down the window blinds.

The sound of the door opening echoed through the room as her father stepped inside.

Kirby glanced at the two children and slowly scanned the surroundings.

His gaze landed on the closed windows, the dried, empty bowl, and the drawing paper lying sparsely across the table before he gave a light nod.

"You two should try to get some sleep..."

His gaze settled on Amon for a moment longer.

He’d always felt there was something off about the kid.

However, since his wife always became displeased whenever he brought it up, he could only keep his concerns to himself.

"Yes, Dad," Collete replied simply as her father stepped out and quietly closed the door behind him.

Silence lingered for a few seconds before roars and shrill screams began echoing from outside.

They sounded eerie and gruesome all at once.

Amon even wondered how people were able to sleep peacefully under such terrifying circumstances.

He could imagine people losing their lives from sheer exhaustion during the early days when the nightcrawlers first descended upon the world.

Collete didn’t say anything else.

She rolled her wheelchair toward the bed and helped herself onto it to sleep, leaving Amon standing alone.

As though sensing Amon’s curiosity about the outside world, she advised,

"Don’t open the windows... it lessens the visual impact the night crawlers have on us."

"Okay."

The moment Amon replied, the familiar golden screen appeared within his line of sight.

**[Congratulations on coming in contact with scattered fragments of your soul. Gather them all, Ascend and achieve Perfect Godhood...]**

**[In the ancient era of awakening, there were mysterious rumors of a ’Perfect Godhood’. According to legends, only rare, once-in-an-era talents were able to achieve it. However, #?#?#? schemed for countless eras and created a perfect method to attain this state.]**

**[Soul Fragments: 0.00%]**

Amon glanced at the notification, startled.

He reread the system’s words and fell into contemplative silence.

The occasional roars and screeches continued to resound outside, yet they couldn’t pull him away from his deep thoughts.

’Soul fragments... Ancient Era of Awakening... Perfect Godhood... the mysterious entity whose name even the system blurred out...’

Everything seemed too abstract, too difficult for him to grasp.

He ran a hand through his hair, staring at the screen for a long moment.

He didn’t understand what Perfect Godhood meant, but from the system’s words, it seemed the mysterious entity had found a way to attain such a state.

’Does it involve scattering one’s soul into countless fragments and gathering them back together?’

Amon didn’t know why, but he felt his guess was close to the truth.

If that was the case, then it was understandable why the system wanted him to gather the soul fragments.

At the same time, he found himself curious about something else.

Everything seemed... perfectly orchestrated.

The body inside the hidden space he’d entered previously would attain Perfect Godhood if everything the system had said so far was true.

In essence, that powerhouse knew of the ancient method and orchestrated his own death so he could attain Perfect Godhood?

Countless possibilities entered Amon’s mind.

He knew that if he wanted the answers he sought, there was only one way to obtain them.

The screeches and distant screams echoed in his ears once more.

’Nightcrawlers...’

He’d have to kill the nightcrawlers.

Then again, he was just a weak, powerless kid.

How could he possibly deal with creatures like them?

In this world, humans struggled to survive each day as though nothing had happened, while the night belonged to the nightcrawlers.

Weak and powerless, it seemed as though Amon was destined to remain stagnant for some time before eventually training and gaining a foothold in this world.

However, at that very moment, the system echoed with a soft chime, like a ray of hope piercing through the darkness.

[Master, you haven’t signed in for today. Do you wish to sign in, or retain the Fate Points in addition to the daily Fate Points you receive?]