Chapter 43: Slipping

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But the tremble in his voice gave away his nervousness. Whoever this kingpin bloke was, he was dangerous.

"Anyhow, this little girl is a special one. We saw her do some really… inhuman things, and thought she might be of some experimental value to your client."

Ping!

Quest Alert!

Destroy the goons, help the girl escape!

Reward,

3000 Exp

Failure,

See that girl? Yeah. That one. The goons will violate her tonight and later she will be drained of her bone marrow by scientists for illegal experimentation by the next week and by the end of the month she will be forced to act as a suicide bomber right in front of Buckingham Palace, killing hundreds. So accept the bloody quest.

YES/NO?

Harry stared at the failure screen, horrified. How… how could there be people like that…? Something inside him curled. Something deep… something forgotten…

Mutilate them… murder them… kill them… they deserve it…

Harry's scar burned, Gamer's Mind snapped, and a hot rage the likes of which he had never felt filled Harry.

With nary a thought, he opened up his inventory and pulled out his wolf cloak. He'd discovered in his spare time that it had various magical properties, like disguising him by using illusions and changing his voice.

It seemed like oddly fitting to use the memento of his own greatest regret to do some good. Obscuring his face in the shadows of the hood of the jacket, he got ready to break in. This was going to be a bloodbath.

Zipping up the front of the jacket, Harry stepped off the edge of the roof, falling all the way down the 150-foot tall building and landing with a thump straight onto the lone guard guarding the door, shattering dozens of his bones and knocking him out on impact. He then rose to his feet and opened the door quietly, slipping through.

Inside he found several guards walking around with guns in tow. Slipping into the shadows, he tried to stay out of sight as he evaluated the threat in front of him.

The girl was on the fifth floor, and there was four floors chock full of armed men against him.

This wasn't going to be easy, but he wasn't going to be holding back. With a combination of Apparition and Sneaking, he made headway through the hallways, but with his Sneak being a relatively low level, he was bound to get caught eventually.

Luckily for him, it was a random guard.

"Who are you?" the man asked, threateningly shaking his gun at him.

"Nobody of consequence."

"Well, then nobody better disappear fast," he snapped, fingering the trigger of his sub-machine gun, "or else."

Harry opened his inventory box in front of him and expanded it to cover his entire body like a wall.

"Fine then. Make my day," he said with a grin and pulled the trigger. The sub-machine gun went off, spraying bullets at Harry, only for each bullet to enter Harry's inventory and disappear. The man stopped shooting and looked at Harry with wide eyes.

"Wha… what are you?"

"As I said," Harry repeated as a needle-thin spike of earth shot out from behind the man, puncturing the man's spine, causing him to fall down paralyzed. "Nobody of concern."

Harry looked at the gun the man dropped and used Observe.

A machine gun made by the KGB weapons division. It is a 9mm round and is capable of using armour piercing rounds while being capable of storing 44 rounds. It was previously used by Russia but is also common in the hands of the russian mafia.

Bullets left- 23

Harry put the gun away. He was sure he could find some use in it in the future. He then checked the man's pockets and scored another cartridge of bullets and a cigarette lighter.

Moving quick as a snake, he dumped the body in the shadows and then moved quick as a snake. As he approached a turn, another man appeared. The new grunt didn't even have time to respond as Harry knocked the man out with a punch and looted his body.

Dashing up the stairs into the first floor, Harry then climbed up onto the second floor and began knocking out every man patrolling the place.

A punch to the gut, a chop to the neck, a slam to the chest… his fist being boosted by using fire shooting out of his elbow was a weapon good enough to take out even the beefiest of men.

It took him fifteen minutes to clear the floor of the henchmen, which was a great speed, but he wasn't here to set a score. He was here to save that girl and time was running out the more he dawdled.

Finally deciding to abandon his minimum magic plan, Harry let his instincts take control.

Running up the stairs to the next level, he started apparating around like mad, letting loose pillars of fire and powerful jet streams of wind down hallways, taking down enemies by the dozens.

'They will hear the screams!' a part of his mind that he could barely hear through his bloodlust said.

Let them… let them know that death is coming… let them cower…

Harry paid neither of the voices any heed. Halfway through, something in him had snapped. There was little reason left behind his rage.

He had tasted blood, and he was in no mood to stop. It wasn't long before the next floor was clear of enemies too.

His mind was thrumming with rage as he walked up the stairs to the level where they held the girl. Magic shivered at his fingertips, begging to be commanded into form.

Kill them all…

It was as if his rage was a living demon inside him, telling him to do it! Something inside him tried to resist, but it wasn't nearly strong enough.

As the four men on the level came into sight, Harry locked eyes with each one of them, feeding on the fear and confusion that filled them, before focusing his mana around the four men on the level and clenching.

Not the air around them, but on the water in their blood, freezing them right where they stood. Harry's scar flared with tremendous pain.

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