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Crazy Blood Demon

**Chapter Every Other Day** Bob Reloud was a strange kid—psychopathic, autistic, and introverted. On the surface, he didn't fit the typical image of a psychopath, but when he got angry, he became something else entirely: a bloodthirsty predator, driven purely by instinct. The first sign of his violent nature emerged in kindergarten when he was just five. A classmate destroyed his favourite toy car, a cherished gift from his grandfather. Enraged, Bob's face turned red, and foam gathered at the corners of his mouth. In a fit of uncontrollable fury, he gouged the boy's eye, causing severe injuries that left the child hospitalized for a week. His parents, horrified, took him to a psychiatrist who reviewed footage of the incident. But when the psychiatrist met Bob, he found a calm, seemingly ordinary autistic boy. After weekly sessions revealed nothing abnormal beyond his autism, the psychiatrist concluded that it was an isolated incident—a strange, unexplainable outburst. However, Bob's parents remained cautious, assigning him a special tutor and treating him with apprehension, afraid to provoke another violent episode. One evening, his father came home drunk, as he often did, and began his habit of throwing insults at Bob's mother. Bob had grown accustomed to these rants. Afterward, his father sat down to watch football. Bob, fiddling with a stolen phone, accidentally blasted music at full volume. Bob’s dad started beating him, and his mom tried to calm him down, but it was too late. Bob became extremely angry, went into his psycho mode, and murdered his parents. Officer Danzel responded to the call. Breaking down the door, he was met with a chilling scene: a boy covered in dried blood, sitting calmly on the couch, the decomposing corpses of his parents beside him. "Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Danzel barked, his hand on his gun. Bob raised his hands. Danzel covered up the murders, taking Bob under his wing. Over the years, he moulded Bob into a spy and assassin—a tool for his purposes. Bob excelled at killing, but he despised espionage, finding it tedious. Worse still, Danzel kept him trapped, threatening to expose his past if he ever tried to leave. Eventually, Bob devised a plan to free himself. Over months, he deliberately botched missions, creating enough trouble to provoke Danzel's wrath. Finally, Danzel snapped. Now, Bob stood on the subway platform, a grin on his face and a backpack on his shoulders. For the first time, he felt free. Boarding the train, Bob heard the powerful voice of the demon. The apocalypse was about to begin, and his story could finally unfold.

Morfus · Fantasy
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Tunny

He was interrupted by Addak, who appeared at the station instead of the tunnel, making him impossible to see—only hear.

"Congratulations, Bob Keauzmur, for killing the Boss. The fourth continuation of the main scenario will begin in three days!" Addak then laughed and wished death upon everyone before vanishing.

The soldiers wanted to celebrate Bob's victory, but the commanders immediately ordered them to return to the station to heal their wounds and rest. A celebration would be held later.

Condor and Rod headed toward Bob, who was sitting on the Boss's corpse. Bob remained there to ensure the corpse didn't disintegrate into dust from lack of interaction.

When they reached him, Condor immediately started speaking. "Bob, you can't imagine how incredibly grateful I am to you. If it weren't for you, we'd all be dead—every single one of us. That means I owe you my life as well. Regardless, you look severely injured. Come, I'll assign you a mage with the best healing skills."

Bob simply looked at them with his bloodshot eyes. "I still have something to take care of. I don't want to be disturbed. Please leave," he replied in a strained voice. This caught Condor off guard, as Bob usually spoke in a neutral or bored tone. Condor recognized the gravity of the situation and chose to respect his wishes.

"Of course, Bob. When you're done with whatever you need to do, please join us. We'll be holding a grand celebration," Condor said before leaving with Rod.

Bob cut open the corpse and searched for its primary organ (heart or core). After some time, he found a small grey oval inside its chest that was quite slimy. Remo had told him this was the primary organ.

Bob needed a way to fill his mouth with his blood. So, he gave his stomach a slight punch.

[-15 HP]

Bob ended up taking more HP than intended, but it worked. He started to cough up blood but held it in his mouth instead of spitting it out. Then, he placed the primary organ into his blood-filled mouth. After a moment, the organ began to tremble inside, signalling the exact moment Bob had to swallow it. And so, he swallowed everything. All that was left was to wait.

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Meanwhile, Remo explained that the Boss had been at the cusp of transitioning from Pioneer to Beginner, while Bob was still only an advanced Beginner. Transforming him would be incredibly challenging.

After one hour, Bob's body began to tremble slightly, with occasional violent spasms.

After three hours, the world around him spun as if he were extremely drunk.

After five hours, he felt the urge to vomit—not in the usual way, but as if he wanted to expel every organ from his body.

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Bob spent another five hours writhing on the ground in extreme agony. Without the Earrings of Wrath, he would've likely gone completely insane. But then, finally, it was over.

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After the sixth raid, most people wanted to celebrate, but Condor declared that after such a dangerous situation, everyone had the right to rest. As a result, most of them went to sleep.

Warriors, with their superhuman bodies, needed only two hours of sleep. However, they had to wait for the mages and archers to wake up, so most of the warriors began training in the meantime.

Four hours later, all the survivors were awake, and preparations for the celebration began. They needed a massive table and many chairs. Experiments were conducted to figure out how to create them. Eventually, the mages combined five different skills to devise a method to construct them. Meanwhile, Condor purchased a huge quantity of food.

Finally, everything was ready, and the survivors sat before their meals in their chairs—but Bob was nowhere to be found.

The survivors wanted to begin celebrating, but Condor silenced them by pointing out that Bob wasn't present. This quieted the group because most of them saw Bob as their idol and hero, and his presence was essential for the occasion.

Condor considered checking on Bob to see if something had happened to him but then recalled Bob's serious tone and decided to trust him instead.

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When everything was over, Bob spat out a small, shiny red orb from his mouth. He picked it up and examined it.

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"All that torture for this thing. I hope it was worth it," Bob sighed.

He then placed the orb into the spot where the Boss's primary organ had once been.

The Boss's corpse began trembling uncontrollably, its destroyed body regenerating until, moments later, it was completely healed.

As the Boss's mangled body regenerated, Boss rose from the ground, its towering form radiating raw power. Its glowing yellow eyes now held a strange warmth, a far cry from the menace they once exuded.

'Father, please give me a name.' an unfamiliar voice echoed in Bob's mind.

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Bob thought for a moment before speaking. "Now your name is Tunny Keauzmur." He chose this name by adopting the word "Tunnel" from the Boss's original name, Tunnel Overlord.

Bob could feel Tunny's emotions and sensed that he liked the name.

Bob then realized that Remo could interact with Tunny, as Remo asked for permission to explain the system and the Boss's current situation to him. Bob agreed, and Remo relayed the information.

"Excellent! Now that we have a member, I can introduce you to other functions and families," Remo said enthusiastically.

Bob didn't know what to make of that statement.

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In a dark room, there were thirteen doors, each marked with strange inscriptions. Beneath the inscriptions were numbers, but only the thirteenth door was different. It had the number 0, which shifted to 1, and it bore the inscription "Keauzmurs."

Twelve figures turned toward the door, their expressions changing from grim to a mixture of emotions. Some remained sombre, others smiled, and a few displayed cold, emotionless faces.

One of them, resembling an elf with a cheerful expression, spoke up. "It seems his Ghost Family will likely want to introduce him to us. We can probably expect a visit soon," he said gleefully, and the others nodded in agreement.