Chapters (122)
- Tower Climber
- Jakob Tanner
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The climber president rushed at Max and Casey.
The werewolf man galloped with incredible speed and agility.
“Ahh!” screamed Casey.
In the span of one panicked blink, the climber president was looming over them and lifting up its claws to slash them. This was the speed and power of an A-ranked climber.
Incredible, thought Max.
He didn’t have time to dodge, so he triggered the bind ability.
The werewolf moved too fast though and tore a gash into Max’s leg.
“Agh!” he screamed out as a sharp piercing pain rushed through his whole body.
His leg was covered in blood.
“Max! Are you okay?” said Casey, rushing over to him.
Everything around him started to go blurry. Was he falling into shock? What was happening to him?
The werewolf leapt away and reached at its head with its own claws.
The climber president was still in there! He was fighting against Samuel’s cellular manipulation control over him!
“Max! Can you hear me?” said Casey, leaning over him.
Max took in a deep breath.
Everything around him was going blurry. He felt very strange. He looked up to the werewolf that had attacked him.
What?
Suddenly, the werewolf no longer looked like a hairy lupine beast, but more like a biology poster. He could see beneath the creature’s skin: cells and veins.
What’s happening to me, thought Max. The climber president attacked him. Had his claws been laced with some kind of poison? Unless...his mimic trait had decided not to copy the climber president’s trait, but rather the trait that was controlling him: cellular manipulation infused with the hereditary trait blood eyes.
Max gulped. It was just like what had happened with Cyrus and the buffer. His mimic trait had suddenly picked up both of Samuel Archer’s abilities: cellular manipulation and blood eyes.
In which case, maybe the climber president hadn’t attacked him for no reason. He wanted him to acquire the trait and use it to free him of Samuel’s control over him.
Max lifted himself up off the ground and looked to the nearby werewolf. He focused on the creature’s head, that must be where Samuel was controlling him from.
As he focused on the climber president’s werewolf head, he could sense a tampering in the creature’s brain. He couldn’t see it exactly but he pulled on that tampering like he was undoing a knot.
The climber president let out a huge wailing roar. Then it nodded its head and smiled at Max.
He’d successfully relinquished Samuel’s control over him.
The climber president wasted no time.
The werewolf turned around and started climbing up a building, heading straight for the dragon lording over the skies above.
98
As the climber president rushed towards the dragon, a smaller drake flew towards Max and Casey.