Chapter-11 Rebirth Two

"Ahh!" Daemon, gripped by pain and anger. "Oh this pain feels worst that last time." he muttered.

Daemon then stood up after a couple moments his pain disappeared. "Damn it, Detective Adriana. If I find you when I get stronger, I will kill you," he muttered through gritted teeth. "And as for Detective Adrian, there's something suspicious about him. Why did he try to kill me? Does Adriana know he's a bad cop?"

Gathering his resolve, Daemon open the system.

-Eternal Rebirth: (Resurrection Point) Upon your death body disintegrates into shadowy tendrils that dissipate into the air. Within a few seconds to a minute, you can reappears at a location up to 100 meters away from your point of death. This resurrection point can be random within the radius but is usually chosen subconsciously to provide a tactical advantage-

"I gained two hundred points from the revenant. With those, I can boost my attributes. I'll put them all into agility. I need more speed to escape, and if I must kill, it has to be swift. I can't afford a drawn-out fight, especially when there are too many people stronger than me right now."

Daemon after looked around scanning his surroundings he wanted to know where he rebirth at that when he realized that he was n the middle of the forest at the time his attention was drawn to an unexpected sight, a well-built house. "Does someone live there? But why? There's literally a village nearby," he pondered.

Approaching cautiously Daemon decided to explore when he arrived he noticed two men guarding the entrance armed with guns his suspicions rose. 'Is this the real cartel base?' he wondered.

The base looked heavily guarded but there only two cartel member at the entrance Daemon slowly approached them at the same time the cartel member stopped forward with there gun drawn.

"Well, well, well. Looks like someone ended up finding our base," one cartel member grinned wickedly.

"You picked the wrong night to explore, buddy," the other smirked.

Unfazed Daemon looked at them coldly. "You guys will calm my anger and give me my fear points." he declared.

When the men was about to start laughing Daemon without warning Leech claws shot forward into one cartel head ripping it off into the air while the other was in shock he began to feel fear before he could aim Daemon sliced off his head.

There severed heads at his feet. However, a stray shot rang out as the second man fell, his finger still on the trigger.

As Daemon approached the house, he heard voices from within the house. "That was a gunshot!" the cartel realized so they instantly went on alert to potential danger. "Are we under attack?" murmured another voice within.

Taking cover behind the door, Daemon heard multiple footsteps but one came toward the door, when it swung open, he wasted no time his claws slicing through the door, killing another cartel member.

Peering cautiously inside he saw no one but he from the darkness he saw they were moving around all over.

"I think I know a way to gain far more points than just going on all-out attack," Daemon mused.

In the darkness of the corridors, Daemon moved with a predatory grace, his eyes gleaming with a cold determination. 'They won't see me coming. Not until it's too late,' he thought, relishing the anticipation of the hunt.

Daemon moved with a cat like grace, he prowled through the maze-like corridors, his senses keen and alert. He wanted the cartel members to feel the fear of being stalked by a relentless predator. He even tapped lightly on the ground in parts of the house, heightening their anxiety.

"Did you hear that?" One cartel member whispered nervously.

"I don't like this. Something's not right," another replied, his voice tinged with unease.

When Daemon turned around a corner he came up to the first group of cartel members, their hushed voices betraying their nervousness. Daemon paused savoring the moment as they huddle together, their weapons drawn but trembling in their hands.

'They're like rats in a trap, unaware of the predator in their midst.' Daemon thought.

Daemon dashed toward the group because of the darkness and little night he was able to slash one throat before the other noticed that he did to another before dashing back into the darkness.

The remaining cartel member looked around in horror at the fallen comrades. "We have to get out of here!" he exclaimed.

"They're everywhere! We can't escape!" another cried out panic rising in his voice.

Daemon tried toying with them some more by allowing them to flee into the shadows before striking with lethal precision. One by one, he picks them off, each kill more merciless than the last. He wanted them to understand that death is inevitable, that there is no escape from his wrath.

'Their fear sustains me. It fuels my purpose,' Daemon thought.

As the body count rises, panic spreads through the house like wildfire. Cartel members dart from corridor to corridor, their fear driving them to the brink of madness. Daemon watched with satisfaction as they scurry like rats in a maze.

"Where is he? We can't let him get away with this!" one shouted his voice tinged with desperation.

"I don't want to die! Please, someone help us!" another pleaded.

With each silent kill, Daemon moved closer to his goal of needing more fears points for the growth of his strength, And so he continues his deadly dance through the base, a silent harbinger of death, until the only sound that remained is the echo of his footsteps in the empty corridors.

'Is that all? I've killed over twenty... but it seems less than it should be. What kind of base is this?' Daemon wondered, perplexed by the relatively low number of cartel members he encountered. 'Adriana had sounded like there were more members to kill. Could it be because of the victims? Are always brought they?'

While Daemon searched the house for both victims and more cartel members, he suddenly spotted a door opening in front of him. Swiftly, he ducked behind the door, listening intently. Moments later, he heard a voice from behind the door.

"Are they all dead, or did they get him... Either way I have to quickly get out of here," the voice said urgently.

Then at the same time as whoever the man was ran out taking advantage of the opportunity Daemon pushed out his hand the force sent the man flying back crashing to the ground with pained cry when daemon looked where he saw it was a basement and the man was on the group.

Daemon leaped down into the basement landing heavily on the man's back, eliciting another scream of pain as a few ribs cracked under the impact.

Gripping the man by his shirt, Daemon demanded answers. "Who are you, and why are you the only one in the basement?" he asked his voice cold and menacing.

The man writhing in pain shook his head weakly. "I don't know what you're talking about," he gasped between shallow breaths.

"Really?" Daemon replied his tone dripping with skepticism.

With a swift motion, Daemon pulled the man down by his collar and slammed his face into the ground. Blood oozed from the man's broken nose as he defiantly spat at Daemon.

"I will never tell you anything," he growled.