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With a new plan forming in his mind, Alex knew he had to act fast.

Waiting for them to flush him out of the vents would only give them the advantage.

He decided to take the initiative and confront them head-on. He prepared himself, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.

Bang!

With a sudden burst of movement, Alex kicked out the vent cover and dropped down into the hallway, landing with a crash just in front of the dead Kree.

The noise created by the unexpected entrance of Alex startled Yaron and Varrik, their weapons immediately raised as they saw the figure standing before them.

Captain Yaron\'s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Alex.

This was the person who had decimated his crew?

Alex\'s presence was a mystery that demanded answers.

"What are you?" Yaron demanded, his voice a mixture of curiosity and anger.

"Where do you come from? Why did you kill my men?"

Alex met Yaron\'s gaze with a cold, unyielding stare.

He was not about to divulge any information about himself or his origins.

Revealing the location of the Milky way galaxy to yet another alien race would only be the most foolish thing he could do in this situation, especially considering they already had their hands full with the Red Demon race.

The Human race already had enough to worry about.

As for the last question? That was just plain stupid.

"They attacked me first." Alex said with a sneer, his voice laced with disdain.

"I was defending myself, your men left me no choice."

Yaron\'s expression darkened, his frustration mounting.

He had hoped for answers, but this creature was not going to provide them.

He tightened his grip on his weapon, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.

"You think you can take us down so easily?" Yaron spat, his eyes blazing with fury. "You have no idea who you\'re dealing with."

Alex\'s lips curled into a grim smile. "Were there not twenty of you? I only see two."

At this point though, Varrik had had enough.

He had been silently watching from the side, waiting for the signal from Yaron to attack, but when Alex had mentioned how he had killed every last one of his comrades already, he couldn\'t hold back his anger anymore.

Alex\'s words struck a nerve in Varrik.

With a roar of fury, Varrik charged at Alex.

Yaron, realising what was happening, reached out to grab Varrik and hold him back, but he was too slow this time.

Varrik had just slipped past his grasp and was already upon Alex, his weapon raised high for a crushing blow.

"Varrik, you fool!" Yaron cursed, frustration and anger boiling over.

"We had the advantage, two against one! Now you\'ve gone and ruined it with your anger issues!"

But Varrik was beyond hearing. His focus was entirely on Alex, all he could see was red.

\'A C+ rank, even Mutant class!\'

Alex was surprised by Varrik\'s strength when he felt his aura, but that was where it stopped.

Just some slight surprise.

\'But it isn\'t enough. I just killed a Variant class of the same rank a few days ago, this is nothing.\'

Yaron watched, cursing under his breath.

He wanted to join in the fight to make it more sided to their advantage once again, but the narrow hallway prevented him from getting a clear shot.

If he attempted to join the fray, he would risk hitting Varrik as well, or worse, he could get hit himself. The situation was infuriating.

Alex completely overwhelmed Varrik from the get go, his movements a blur before Varrik\'s eyes.

Varrik, despite his range and strength, found himself unable to land a single blow. Alex parried every strike with ease, his calm demeanour contrasting sharply with Varrik\'s frenzied attacks.

Alex might not be as skilled as others who were professionally trained in such close quarters fights, but he made up for his lack of training with his sheer overwhelming amount of strength and speed, not allowing Varrik even a moment of respite.

"You are a Variant class!" Varrik shouted with horror, his voice filled with disbelief as he felt the sheer strength radiating from Alex.

Alex\'s lips curled into a cold smile. "You are not right, but you\'re also not wrong."

It was technically true.

Alex hadn\'t upgraded his soul classification to Variant class yet, but his strength did match that of one.

Varrik\'s eyes widened further, he didn\'t know what Alex meant by that but he realised just how outmatched he was.

Unfortunately for him though, it was too late to have this realisation.

Before he could let out any more exaggerated reactions, Alex struck with a powerful blow to his stomach.

His sword sliced through Varrik\'s defences, cutting deep into his abdomen.

Varrik gasped, stumbling back, blue blood pouring from his wound.

Yaron, having heard Varrik\'s shocked cry, immediately made a decision.

A Variant class wasn\'t something he could deal with at his strength level.

He was a C+ rank Mutant like Varrik, only he had a talent while Varrik didn\'t, which made him marginally stronger.

But his talent was only B- rank, and being \'marginally stronger\' than Varrik meant nothing against Alex, who was overwhelmingly stronger than them both.

Cursing under his breath for his shit luck for picking such a powerful person up, Yaron turned and ran, his mind racing.

He knew where he needed to go — the command deck.

The escape pods were located there, a safety feature that had been overlooked by the Blood Night pirates when they took over the ship.

Whoever had designed this ship had only cared about the command crew\'s escape in a disaster, leaving the rest of the crew to fend for themselves.

It was also why Alex wasn\'t able to find any escape pods and had concluded that there somehow weren\'t any on this ship, as such a design wasn\'t popular anywhere in the federation.