Saltedfishc Usually, I post three times a week. Four times if I have more spare time.
The demon hunter was taken aback. So, after performing a C-section, you dared to scrape my bone to heal my injury?!
He really wished he could tear this young man to shreds here and now. However, he finally restrained himself. Because, indeed, though the process wasn't very pleasant, this guy did heal his injury, he took another deep breath, suppressing the frantic and irritable emotions within his heart.
He let Lynne go. Staring seriously into his eyes, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, warning, "Remember this, if I hear any rumors outside about me passing out here, you should know the consequences! Do you understand?"
[Crisis Level 99%]
Lynne widened his eyes and nodded his head like a tambourine.
"Rest assured, the privacy of our customers is our life!"
[Crisis Level 10%]
The demon hunter took a deep breath, put on his hat, and then took out a money bag from his bosom, grinding his teeth, he asked: "How much is the surgery fee, you name your price."
Anyway, he would definitely never come back to this rip-off shop again! It's too draining!
Lynne immediately shook his head, offering a sincere, adorable smile, and clasping his hands together, "No need to pay, consider this surgery a treat from a fellow kind. Just patronize our shop more in the future."
[Ding! You have completed the task; you have received Skull Coin x500]
Patronize you (beeeeep)!
The demon hunter took a deep breath, holding his gun and closing his eyes, he said: "Don't think that by currying favor with me, I'll forget what just happened. Even considering you as my kind, it's the same!"
He naturally saw at a glance that Lynne intended to latch onto him, hoping to gain some benefits. But he has always been a loner. And he definitely didn't want to be saddled with a whiz-kid who would constantly remind him of the painful memory.
He cast a glance at Lynne, putting on his clothes and donning his own hat, he spoke in a low voice: "And I advise you, it's best not to linger here. Creatures like us humans, if without some means of survival, are destined to become monsters' prey sooner or later."
Seeing this, Lynne immediately knew an opportunity had arisen. Though this demon hunter often seemed eager to eliminate him, he was quite fair when it came to dealing with their own kind. At the very least, he hadn't actually killed him.
"Then, how can I leave this world?" Lynne immediately inquired, "To be honest, I stumbled into this world by sheer accident, and apart from this little shop, I know nothing of the outside world!"
The demon hunter, tidying his glossy black hair, gave a cold laugh and said: "Heh, you're fortunate in a way. There are many like you who have fallen here from various worlds, but most of them end up as the monsters' prey. I can only tell you this is the lowest level of Sinful City. If you want to leave this world, apart from death, the only way is to become strong enough. Only the strong have a slight chance of escaping from here."
He twirled the revolver in his hand and casually lifted the brim of his hat with the barrel.
Lynne: "..."
Well. Saying it was as good as not saying anything. But at least he finally obtained a crucial clue. The place he was in, Wandering Soul Lane, was an area within Sinful City's lowest level.
Lynne murmured, "So, does that mean I'll never be able to leave this damned place in my lifetime? Every time I see those monsters, I'm scared to death..."
Is it?! The demon hunter ground his teeth, and the corner of his eye twitched madly. If you keep using the treatment method you just demonstrated, aren't the monsters here supposed to be terrified of you, no matter what? Dammit.
He glanced briefly at Lynne and said: "No more idle talk. I'm a man who believes in fair trade. Since you've helped me heal my injuries, I can't just shortchange you. If you don't want coins, take a look at what valuable items I might have on me. You can pick whatever you like."
He opened his hand, fully embodying the audacity of a demon hunter.
Lynne hesitated for a moment. His gaze instantly fell upon the two metallic revolvers hanging from his belt.
[Hunter's Revolvers (Cursed): Pale Demon Hunter]
[Capacity: Six Demon-Hunting Rounds (Auto-Replenishing)]
[Description: One of the two demon-hunting guns brought by the demon hunter Okarlos from the earthly realm. It inflicts extremely high damage against evil spirits, vampires, demons, monsters, and the enigmatic.]
Snap—
Lynne grabbed one of the guns.
Snap—
The demon hunter firmly seized his wrist.
The surroundings plunged into an eerie silence.
A slight smirk curled at the corner of the demon hunter's lips as he coldly remarked, "Damn, you've got a good eye. You picked the most valuable thing on my person."
Lynne replied earnestly, "I think these two guns look really cool."
The demon hunter chuckled coldly, "Cool? Of course, they're cool. Don't you see whose guns they are? Could they be anything less than cool?"
"..."
"Do you often use these two guns to hunt down those monsters?"
"No, I've never used them to kill a single monster," the demon hunter said casually.
"Why?"
Swish, swish, swish—
The demon hunter lightly flicked his fingers, and the two revolvers danced in his hand. In an instant, the two dark muzzles were aimed squarely at Lynne's head.
Lynne: "??!!!"
The demon hunter maintained a stoic expression and then pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—
The gunfire echoed incessantly, a consecutive twelve shots.
Twelve bullets were discharged.
Lynne (๑•́Д•̀๑) stood there, and on the wall behind him appeared the outline of his head, created by the bullet holes.
"Um..."
The demon hunter lightly blew away the black smoke wafting from the holes and calmly stated, "Though undeniably cool, these two guns have a fatal flaw, as you probably noticed just now."
Lynne (๑•́Д•̀๑) said, "Potato aim...?"
The demon hunter sneered, "These two guns were once cursed. You can think of it as, no matter how you fire them, your bullets will never hit the mark, so..."
He nonchalantly holstered the guns and said, "Apart from using them to show off, they're pretty much only good for showing off."
"..."
"..."
A brief silence hung in the air.
Lynne, somewhat dazed, said, "Then, I don't want them..."
He turned to leave.
Bang, bang, bang, bang—
Bullets popped off, striking the ground near his feet, causing Lynne (ΩДΩ) to leap into the air and swiftly press against the wall.
With a smoky gun in hand, the demon hunter calmly stated, "Since you've made your choice, you can't just change your mind. I'm a stickler for fairness and trustworthiness. If you refuse now, it means you're looking down on me. So, I'll give you one more chance: do you want them or not?"
Lynne stared and replied firmly, "I want them!"
The demon hunter's lips, covered in stubble, curled up slightly. He twirled the gun with a rattling sound. And then, he slammed the gun onto the operating table.
"Indeed, you're my fellow kin, truly generous. If it weren't for the curse preventing me from voluntarily disposing of these two guns, I would have done so long ago. Now that you can take them off my hands, I'm quite relieved."
Lynne was taken aback and asked, "What do you mean?"
The demon hunter smiled faintly and explained, "Because of the curse, I can't get rid of this gun by myself. It's necessary for fellow kin to show a strong desire to possess it, and it can only be traded through a fair transaction. But, as you know, there are very few humans in this cursed place, and finding someone to take over is not that easy."
[+20 Demon Hunter's Favorability]
Favorability points added (〝▼皿▼)!
The demon hunter adjusted his hat and turned toward the hall, speaking slowly, "Since you've done me such a big favor, I can also give you some information. Tonight, no matter what sounds you hear outside, do not attempt to go out and do not open the door. Something terrible has arrived in your vicinity..."
As these words left his lips, Lynne was suddenly taken aback. Because this was precisely the warning given to him by his master.
Lynne immediately inquired, "What kind of creatures are they?"
The demon hunter sneered, "I think it's best if you don't know. Also... If you manage to survive until tomorrow, I believe we will meet again, hehe."
In the next moment, the demon hunter disappeared into the dark.
...
In the hall, Lynne toyed with the revolver in his hand, pondering the words of the demon hunter from earlier. He glanced at the entrance. Whether it was an illusion or not, as night fell, the darkness outside seemed to grow denser than usual.
He checked the time. There was about half an hour left before the soul lamp would extinguish, signaling the arrival of the night in this dark world.
"At this hour, there shouldn't be any more customers."
Lynne played with the revolver in his hand and cast a fleeting glance at the ghost baby on the counter.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby]
[Level: 7]
[Alignment: Chaotic Evil]
[Description: A ghost formed by the condensation of resentment and ghost energy, absorbing a large amount of sentient blood and energy, becoming an evil spirit blood baby. Once formed, it will devour the host's soul and flesh, gradually growing stronger and transforming into a disaster.]
During this period of inattention, this ghost baby had actually grown to level 7. With this terrifying rate of growth, it wouldn't be long before it became exceedingly difficult to handle.
"Could this gun really be as he described, unable to hit the target no matter what?"
Lynne hesitated. He stood up and placed the ghost baby on the chair in front of the counter. Then, he closed one eye and aimed at the ghost baby's head.
Bang—
A bullet instantly grazed the ghost baby's ear.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby's Fear +10]
Evil Spirit Blood Baby: "(ΩДΩ)!"
Lynne raised an eyebrow, blew away the black smoke emanating from the muzzle, and said, "It really can't hit?!"
He was somewhat skeptical.
"Well, there's still half an hour left, might as well use it for target practice."
Lynne remained composed.
Bang—
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby's Fear +10]
Bang—
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby's Fear +10]
Bang—
...
Soon enough, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
With a whoosh, the soul lamp hanging on the doorpost suddenly extinguished without warning. Without a second thought, Lynne immediately raised his head, his expression serious. He rushed to the front door and retrieved the extinguished soul lamp.
The darkness outside the door grew even denser, and there was an eerie silence.
Lynne knew the night had fallen!
Creak—
He immediately closed the door and locked it with a rusty iron chain. All the windows on either side of the door were tightly boarded up, leaving no gaps.
His experiences over the past two years had taught him that when the soul lamp went out and night fell, it was a significant test, as it meant that anyone could enter your sanctuary without your permission.
The lump of flesh that his master had chopped off earlier that morning was the monster that had infiltrated the previous night. But today, without his master guarding him, it was sure to be a sleepless night for him.
[Notification! You've triggered the quest "Sleepless Night." Quest Objective: Survive until dawn. Quest Reward: 500 Skull Coins, Level +1 Special Reward x1]
Lynne's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure. This wasn't a good sign. Triggering a quest meant that there was a high probability of a major crisis tonight. Because this time, the reward was a whopping 500 Skull Coins! Usually, the higher the reward, the greater the danger!
"Alright."
Lynne scooped up the already (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)) ghost baby, grabbed his boning knife, holstered the revolver, and quickly returned to his small loft. Underneath the thick blankets, he held the boning knife in his hand, his expression calm. With closed eyes, he whispered: "Hope to safely make it through this night."
...
Thud—
In the midst of the dark night, a resounding bell toll echoed.
Lynne immediately opened his eyes; this bell toll meant it was already midnight. And at this very moment, suddenly, urgent knocking resounded from downstairs at the outer door.
"Lynne! Quickly open the door! It's me, your master! Evil spirits are chasing me! Hurry! Let me in..."
A series of suppressed and agonizing voices.
"Master?!"
Lynne abruptly sat up from his bed. He swiftly grabbed the boning knife and rushed to the hall. And then, he immediately saw the trembling of the front door, heard the violent panting, and the stifled, agonizing moans from outside. It was his master's voice.
"Lynne! Quickly! Please...open the door... I can't hold on much longer..."
Lynne nodded. Holding the boning knife, he dashed to the front door. Then, he raised the knife and thrust it out through the crack.
Thrust—
Crimson blood gushed out instantly from the other side of the door crack. Lynne shouted, "Master, if you can't make it, then embrace death outside."
"..."
"..."
A brief silence.
Then, from outside the door, that dazed voice spoke again.
"You weren't even sure if I was your master, and you stabbed me directly?"
Thrust—
(ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—
Lynne withdrew the knife, changed his angle, and thrust it again.
"Because if it were me outside, my master would have stabbed me too!" Lynne said earnestly.
A brief silence. And it was in the next moment that a series of piercing shrieks emanated from outside the door, growing increasingly intense and loud. It sounded as if something was pressing against the door, desperately trying to squeeze inside.
With a loud crack, a blood-soaked, nearly decomposed hand suddenly pierced through the door, reaching inside.
[Lynne's Sanity -10]
Creak, creak—
That reaching hand continued to scratch at the door, producing sharp and piercing sounds.
"I shall devour you! I will rend you to pieces and chew each bit slowly in my mouth!"
A voice, laden with unparalleled ferocity, resonated from beyond the door.
Lynne remained unflustered. Grabbing a boning knife, with a single strike, he pinned that hand to the door panel. Instantly, shrill and distorted wails echoed from outside the door, and concurrently, crimson blood seeped incessantly through the wood. For a moment, the entire hall was inundated with a nauseating stench of blood.
Lynne knew. This time, he had probably encountered some troublesome spirits. However, he was not frightened, for he knew very well that the more perilous the situation, the calmer he needed to be to increase his chances of survival.
Without another word, Lynne swiftly untied a strand of red hair from his wrist.
[Resentful Spirit Hair Strands]
This was one of the rewards he received from the system during the day. Now it was coming in handy.
Ziip—
Upon contact with the bloody, decaying hand, the strand of hair quickly wrapped around and extended beyond the door, and within mere seconds, the sharp laughter outside abruptly ceased. In its place were bouts of suffocating gasps, it sounded as though something had its neck constricted, struggling madly outside.
"It seems like it's just a minor ghost, not very strong."
Lynne gritted his teeth. He seized the wildly growing hair strand, swiftly suspending it on the beam, and then pulled forcefully.
Zzz—
The tearing of flesh kept emanating from outside. With those tearing sounds, the frequency of the struggling of the hand pinned to the door panel also became increasingly violent. Finally, the hand slowly slumped down. It seemed to have lost all signs of life.
However, Lynne didn't relax in the slightest, drawing out the boning knife, he stabbed through the crack of the door, 'Pfft Pfft Pfft,' over a hundred times before he finally relaxed.
One of the survival guides in this world. [No matter whether the opponent is dead or not, a few more stabs always do no harm!]
Saltedfishc Usually, I post three times a week. Four times if I have more spare time.
The demon hunter was taken aback. So, after performing a C-section, you dared to scrape my bone to heal my injury?!
He really wished he could tear this young man to shreds here and now. However, he finally restrained himself. Because, indeed, though the process wasn't very pleasant, this guy did heal his injury, he took another deep breath, suppressing the frantic and irritable emotions within his heart.
He let Lynne go. Staring seriously into his eyes, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, warning, "Remember this, if I hear any rumors outside about me passing out here, you should know the consequences! Do you understand?"
[Crisis Level 99%]
Lynne widened his eyes and nodded his head like a tambourine.
"Rest assured, the privacy of our customers is our life!"
[Crisis Level 10%]
The demon hunter took a deep breath, put on his hat, and then took out a money bag from his bosom, grinding his teeth, he asked: "How much is the surgery fee, you name your price."
Anyway, he would definitely never come back to this rip-off shop again! It's too draining!
Lynne immediately shook his head, offering a sincere, adorable smile, and clasping his hands together, "No need to pay, consider this surgery a treat from a fellow kind. Just patronize our shop more in the future."
[Ding! You have completed the task; you have received Skull Coin x500]
Patronize you (beeeeep)!
The demon hunter took a deep breath, holding his gun and closing his eyes, he said: "Don't think that by currying favor with me, I'll forget what just happened. Even considering you as my kind, it's the same!"
He naturally saw at a glance that Lynne intended to latch onto him, hoping to gain some benefits. But he has always been a loner. And he definitely didn't want to be saddled with a whiz-kid who would constantly remind him of the painful memory.
He cast a glance at Lynne, putting on his clothes and donning his own hat, he spoke in a low voice: "And I advise you, it's best not to linger here. Creatures like us humans, if without some means of survival, are destined to become monsters' prey sooner or later."
Seeing this, Lynne immediately knew an opportunity had arisen. Though this demon hunter often seemed eager to eliminate him, he was quite fair when it came to dealing with their own kind. At the very least, he hadn't actually killed him.
"Then, how can I leave this world?" Lynne immediately inquired, "To be honest, I stumbled into this world by sheer accident, and apart from this little shop, I know nothing of the outside world!"
The demon hunter, tidying his glossy black hair, gave a cold laugh and said: "Heh, you're fortunate in a way. There are many like you who have fallen here from various worlds, but most of them end up as the monsters' prey. I can only tell you this is the lowest level of Sinful City. If you want to leave this world, apart from death, the only way is to become strong enough. Only the strong have a slight chance of escaping from here."
He twirled the revolver in his hand and casually lifted the brim of his hat with the barrel.
Lynne: "..."
Well. Saying it was as good as not saying anything. But at least he finally obtained a crucial clue. The place he was in, Wandering Soul Lane, was an area within Sinful City's lowest level.
Lynne murmured, "So, does that mean I'll never be able to leave this damned place in my lifetime? Every time I see those monsters, I'm scared to death..."
Is it?! The demon hunter ground his teeth, and the corner of his eye twitched madly. If you keep using the treatment method you just demonstrated, aren't the monsters here supposed to be terrified of you, no matter what? Dammit.
He glanced briefly at Lynne and said: "No more idle talk. I'm a man who believes in fair trade. Since you've helped me heal my injuries, I can't just shortchange you. If you don't want coins, take a look at what valuable items I might have on me. You can pick whatever you like."
He opened his hand, fully embodying the audacity of a demon hunter.
Lynne hesitated for a moment. His gaze instantly fell upon the two metallic revolvers hanging from his belt.
[Hunter's Revolvers (Cursed): Pale Demon Hunter]
[Capacity: Six Demon-Hunting Rounds (Auto-Replenishing)]
[Description: One of the two demon-hunting guns brought by the demon hunter Okarlos from the earthly realm. It inflicts extremely high damage against evil spirits, vampires, demons, monsters, and the enigmatic.]
Snap—
Lynne grabbed one of the guns.
Snap—
The demon hunter firmly seized his wrist.
The surroundings plunged into an eerie silence.
A slight smirk curled at the corner of the demon hunter's lips as he coldly remarked, "Damn, you've got a good eye. You picked the most valuable thing on my person."
Lynne replied earnestly, "I think these two guns look really cool."
The demon hunter chuckled coldly, "Cool? Of course, they're cool. Don't you see whose guns they are? Could they be anything less than cool?"
"..."
"Do you often use these two guns to hunt down those monsters?"
"No, I've never used them to kill a single monster," the demon hunter said casually.
"Why?"
Swish, swish, swish—
The demon hunter lightly flicked his fingers, and the two revolvers danced in his hand. In an instant, the two dark muzzles were aimed squarely at Lynne's head.
Lynne: "??!!!"
The demon hunter maintained a stoic expression and then pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—
The gunfire echoed incessantly, a consecutive twelve shots.
Twelve bullets were discharged.
Lynne (๑•́Д•̀๑) stood there, and on the wall behind him appeared the outline of his head, created by the bullet holes.
"Um..."
The demon hunter lightly blew away the black smoke wafting from the holes and calmly stated, "Though undeniably cool, these two guns have a fatal flaw, as you probably noticed just now."
Lynne (๑•́Д•̀๑) said, "Potato aim...?"
The demon hunter sneered, "These two guns were once cursed. You can think of it as, no matter how you fire them, your bullets will never hit the mark, so..."
He nonchalantly holstered the guns and said, "Apart from using them to show off, they're pretty much only good for showing off."
"..."
"..."
A brief silence hung in the air.
Lynne, somewhat dazed, said, "Then, I don't want them..."
He turned to leave.
Bang, bang, bang, bang—
Bullets popped off, striking the ground near his feet, causing Lynne (ΩДΩ) to leap into the air and swiftly press against the wall.
With a smoky gun in hand, the demon hunter calmly stated, "Since you've made your choice, you can't just change your mind. I'm a stickler for fairness and trustworthiness. If you refuse now, it means you're looking down on me. So, I'll give you one more chance: do you want them or not?"
Lynne stared and replied firmly, "I want them!"
The demon hunter's lips, covered in stubble, curled up slightly. He twirled the gun with a rattling sound. And then, he slammed the gun onto the operating table.
"Indeed, you're my fellow kin, truly generous. If it weren't for the curse preventing me from voluntarily disposing of these two guns, I would have done so long ago. Now that you can take them off my hands, I'm quite relieved."
Lynne was taken aback and asked, "What do you mean?"
The demon hunter smiled faintly and explained, "Because of the curse, I can't get rid of this gun by myself. It's necessary for fellow kin to show a strong desire to possess it, and it can only be traded through a fair transaction. But, as you know, there are very few humans in this cursed place, and finding someone to take over is not that easy."
[+20 Demon Hunter's Favorability]
Favorability points added (〝▼皿▼)!
The demon hunter adjusted his hat and turned toward the hall, speaking slowly, "Since you've done me such a big favor, I can also give you some information. Tonight, no matter what sounds you hear outside, do not attempt to go out and do not open the door. Something terrible has arrived in your vicinity..."
As these words left his lips, Lynne was suddenly taken aback. Because this was precisely the warning given to him by his master.
Lynne immediately inquired, "What kind of creatures are they?"
The demon hunter sneered, "I think it's best if you don't know. Also... If you manage to survive until tomorrow, I believe we will meet again, hehe."
In the next moment, the demon hunter disappeared into the dark.
...
In the hall, Lynne toyed with the revolver in his hand, pondering the words of the demon hunter from earlier. He glanced at the entrance. Whether it was an illusion or not, as night fell, the darkness outside seemed to grow denser than usual.
He checked the time. There was about half an hour left before the soul lamp would extinguish, signaling the arrival of the night in this dark world.
"At this hour, there shouldn't be any more customers."
Lynne played with the revolver in his hand and cast a fleeting glance at the ghost baby on the counter.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby]
[Level: 7]
[Alignment: Chaotic Evil]
[Description: A ghost formed by the condensation of resentment and ghost energy, absorbing a large amount of sentient blood and energy, becoming an evil spirit blood baby. Once formed, it will devour the host's soul and flesh, gradually growing stronger and transforming into a disaster.]
During this period of inattention, this ghost baby had actually grown to level 7. With this terrifying rate of growth, it wouldn't be long before it became exceedingly difficult to handle.
"Could this gun really be as he described, unable to hit the target no matter what?"
Lynne hesitated. He stood up and placed the ghost baby on the chair in front of the counter. Then, he closed one eye and aimed at the ghost baby's head.
Bang—
A bullet instantly grazed the ghost baby's ear.
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby's Fear +10]
Evil Spirit Blood Baby: "(ΩДΩ)!"
Lynne raised an eyebrow, blew away the black smoke emanating from the muzzle, and said, "It really can't hit?!"
He was somewhat skeptical.
"Well, there's still half an hour left, might as well use it for target practice."
Lynne remained composed.
Bang—
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby's Fear +10]
Bang—
[Evil Spirit Blood Baby's Fear +10]
Bang—
...
Soon enough, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
With a whoosh, the soul lamp hanging on the doorpost suddenly extinguished without warning. Without a second thought, Lynne immediately raised his head, his expression serious. He rushed to the front door and retrieved the extinguished soul lamp.
The darkness outside the door grew even denser, and there was an eerie silence.
Lynne knew the night had fallen!
Creak—
He immediately closed the door and locked it with a rusty iron chain. All the windows on either side of the door were tightly boarded up, leaving no gaps.
His experiences over the past two years had taught him that when the soul lamp went out and night fell, it was a significant test, as it meant that anyone could enter your sanctuary without your permission.
The lump of flesh that his master had chopped off earlier that morning was the monster that had infiltrated the previous night. But today, without his master guarding him, it was sure to be a sleepless night for him.
[Notification! You've triggered the quest "Sleepless Night." Quest Objective: Survive until dawn. Quest Reward: 500 Skull Coins, Level +1 Special Reward x1]
Lynne's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure. This wasn't a good sign. Triggering a quest meant that there was a high probability of a major crisis tonight. Because this time, the reward was a whopping 500 Skull Coins! Usually, the higher the reward, the greater the danger!
"Alright."
Lynne scooped up the already (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)) ghost baby, grabbed his boning knife, holstered the revolver, and quickly returned to his small loft. Underneath the thick blankets, he held the boning knife in his hand, his expression calm. With closed eyes, he whispered: "Hope to safely make it through this night."
...
Thud—
In the midst of the dark night, a resounding bell toll echoed.
Lynne immediately opened his eyes; this bell toll meant it was already midnight. And at this very moment, suddenly, urgent knocking resounded from downstairs at the outer door.
"Lynne! Quickly open the door! It's me, your master! Evil spirits are chasing me! Hurry! Let me in..."
A series of suppressed and agonizing voices.
"Master?!"
Lynne abruptly sat up from his bed. He swiftly grabbed the boning knife and rushed to the hall. And then, he immediately saw the trembling of the front door, heard the violent panting, and the stifled, agonizing moans from outside. It was his master's voice.
"Lynne! Quickly! Please...open the door... I can't hold on much longer..."
Lynne nodded. Holding the boning knife, he dashed to the front door. Then, he raised the knife and thrust it out through the crack.
Thrust—
Crimson blood gushed out instantly from the other side of the door crack. Lynne shouted, "Master, if you can't make it, then embrace death outside."
"..."
"..."
A brief silence.
Then, from outside the door, that dazed voice spoke again.
"You weren't even sure if I was your master, and you stabbed me directly?"
Thrust—
(ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—
Lynne withdrew the knife, changed his angle, and thrust it again.
"Because if it were me outside, my master would have stabbed me too!" Lynne said earnestly.
A brief silence. And it was in the next moment that a series of piercing shrieks emanated from outside the door, growing increasingly intense and loud. It sounded as if something was pressing against the door, desperately trying to squeeze inside.
With a loud crack, a blood-soaked, nearly decomposed hand suddenly pierced through the door, reaching inside.
[Lynne's Sanity -10]
Creak, creak—
That reaching hand continued to scratch at the door, producing sharp and piercing sounds.
"I shall devour you! I will rend you to pieces and chew each bit slowly in my mouth!"
A voice, laden with unparalleled ferocity, resonated from beyond the door.
Lynne remained unflustered. Grabbing a boning knife, with a single strike, he pinned that hand to the door panel. Instantly, shrill and distorted wails echoed from outside the door, and concurrently, crimson blood seeped incessantly through the wood. For a moment, the entire hall was inundated with a nauseating stench of blood.
Lynne knew. This time, he had probably encountered some troublesome spirits. However, he was not frightened, for he knew very well that the more perilous the situation, the calmer he needed to be to increase his chances of survival.
Without another word, Lynne swiftly untied a strand of red hair from his wrist.
[Resentful Spirit Hair Strands]
This was one of the rewards he received from the system during the day. Now it was coming in handy.
Ziip—
Upon contact with the bloody, decaying hand, the strand of hair quickly wrapped around and extended beyond the door, and within mere seconds, the sharp laughter outside abruptly ceased. In its place were bouts of suffocating gasps, it sounded as though something had its neck constricted, struggling madly outside.
"It seems like it's just a minor ghost, not very strong."
Lynne gritted his teeth. He seized the wildly growing hair strand, swiftly suspending it on the beam, and then pulled forcefully.
Zzz—
The tearing of flesh kept emanating from outside. With those tearing sounds, the frequency of the struggling of the hand pinned to the door panel also became increasingly violent. Finally, the hand slowly slumped down. It seemed to have lost all signs of life.
However, Lynne didn't relax in the slightest, drawing out the boning knife, he stabbed through the crack of the door, 'Pfft Pfft Pfft,' over a hundred times before he finally relaxed.
One of the survival guides in this world. [No matter whether the opponent is dead or not, a few more stabs always do no harm!]
