Chapter 14: Killed!

Chapter 14: Killed!

"Your money, give it to me."

'Damn it! They took the opportunity to rob us while I'm injured!' Demitas inwardly cursed. 'Tsk, if only I weren't injured.'

As Demitas assumed a fighting stance, his eyes locked onto the group of slaves blocking their path. His voice resonated with defiance and determination as he declared, "Over my dead body."

The urgency of the situation fueled his resolve. He knew that the money they needed for his injured brother's care was essential, though it was only his plan B. His primary plan had been to utilize the system to heal his injured brother.

"Surround them, boys," the burly man, the assumed leader, commanded. Without hesitation, the group of slaves closed in, encircling Demitas and Babyface from all sides. Their movements were coordinated and strategic, making it clear that they were no strangers to combat.

"They are fast!" Demitas exclaimed, acknowledging the skill and agility of their adversaries.

[Stage 2 activated]

[You need to kill 2 slaves]

[The enemies embedded with "Target" on their heads need to be killed.]

While Demitas's gaze fell upon the slaves surrounding them, he noticed the distinct [Target] sign emblazoned on each of their heads. The prompt in front of his eyes confirmed his worst fears – he needed to eliminate two of these slaves to progress further.

But before he could fully process the dire situation, a slow, mocking applause reached his ears, drawing his attention to Gale's ominous presence. It was then that Demitas understood the true nature of the situation – Gale was behind all of this.

"So it's you!" Babyface bellowed.

"Haha! Make me get my revenge and I will reward you all!" Gale shouted to the slaves.

Soon after, the slaves moved in unison, their eyes fixated on the coin pouch in Babyface's hands. They lunged forward, intent on seizing the prized possession. However, Demitas swiftly intervened, blocking their hands with his own.

"Hey! Don't think of me as a freeloader! I can fight too!" Babyface shouted, his voice filled with determination.

Demitas nodded, acknowledging his companion's capabilities. In their rankings, Babyface was only second to Misli, a testament to his formidable skills. He was an expert in close combat, specializing in swift strikes and tripping techniques. His agility and speed made him a force to be reckoned with in battles fought at close quarters.

Demitas, on the other hand, possessed a different fighting style. He excelled in grappling and striking, utilizing his strength and technique to overpower his opponents.

As the burly man lunged towards Demitas, fueled by rage and determination, Demitas swiftly responded with a powerful punch to his face. The force of the blow staggered the burly man momentarily, giving Demitas an opening.

With lightning speed, Demitas evaded the retaliatory strike, tilting his body to the side with a nimble grace. Taking advantage of the momentary vulnerability, Demitas transformed his hands into sharp, knife-like blades, aiming for a critical strike. In a fluid motion, he thrust his hand forward, driving it into the burly man's neck.

Whop!

While the burly man struggled to breathe, the next assailant lunged at Demitas with malicious intent. However, before the attack could land, Babyface swiftly intervened, showcasing his expertise in close combat. With a well-executed trip, he brought the assailant crashing to the ground.

Taking advantage of the disoriented state of their opponent, Babyface unleashed a brutal and precise attack. With a swift and forceful strike, he plunged his fingers into the assailant's eyes, eliciting a spine-chilling scream of agony.

With a calculated twist, he inflicted further pain, causing the assailant's cheeks to contort unnaturally, resembling a snapped twig.

"Two down," Demitas muttered.

As the two assailants lay defeated and writhing in pain, the remaining enemies grew more cautious, realizing the level of cruelty and skill displayed by Demitas and Babyface.

The fatty, driven by anger and desperation, charged towards Demitas. Sensing the impending danger, Demitas swiftly leaped into the air, his legs aimed directly at the fatty's head.

The impact, combined with the weight of the fatty's body, reverberated through the corridor as he slammed onto the floor head-first. It momentarily stunned him, leaving him vulnerable and disoriented.

Seizing the opportunity, Babyface wasted no time. With a fierce determination in his eyes, he relentlessly pummeled the fallen fatty's face with a barrage of strikes. The fatty's face became a canvas of bruises and blood as Babyface's relentless assault continued. Eventually, the fatty succumbed to the onslaught, losing consciousness as he lay battered and defeated.

Boom!

While the burly guy and the bald one mustered their courage to attack, Demitas and Babyface stood their ground, their eyes fixed on their approaching adversaries.

With lightning-fast reflexes and synchronized precision, Demitas and Babyface unleashed a barrage of punches that left their opponents stunned and disoriented. The enemies were caught off guard by the speed and accuracy of their strikes, struggling to mount a defense or counterattack.

The forceful impact of Demitas and Babyface's fists connected with the enemies' faces, sending shockwaves of pain through their bodies. Staggering backward, their movements became sluggish and uncoordinated as they tried to regain their footing.

Sensing their vulnerability, Demitas seized the opportunity. His fists became lethal weapons as he struck with deadly precision, targeting the throats of his adversaries. Each punch found its mark, hindering their ability to breathe and leaving them gasping for air.

"Goodbye!" Demitas shouted as he snapped their necks.

If he were in optimal condition, he could have performed the maneuver effortlessly, relying on the power of his kicks alone. However, given his current state, he relied on his hands to ensure the job was done.

Demitas clenched his fists, still feeling the pain from his earlier injuries. He watched as Gale shrieked and quickly darted away.

"Chase him!" Demitas's voice echoed through the empty corridors. Babyface swiftly took off after their elusive foe. As they disappeared into the distance, Demitas was left alone on the floor.

He carefully concealed the bodies of the defeated enemies, ensuring no trace was left behind. Once he was satisfied with his efforts, Demitas pushed himself off the ground and made his way back to where his teammates were waiting.

[Stage 2 complete]

[ How nice to see an idiot like you come this far ]

[But congrats! You can now buy a health potion!]

[You got 50 system coins]

With it, Demitas accessed the shop.

[System shop]

[You can access the shop anytime, to buy your needs.]

[Shop]

[Health Potion]

[Grade: E]

[Price: 100 SC] [You can apply for 90% discount for the first purchase.]

[Buy/Exit]

'Buy!'

[There you go, now you have it.]

[Balance: 40 SC]

Demitas found himself clutching a potion in his hands. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards his brother's cell, his body drenched in sweat and a trickle of blood staining the corner of his mouth. His teammates watched in awe as he raced past them, driven by the urgency to save his injured brother.

"What happened?" Ellie asked, concerned.

"Nothing. I need to see Misli," Demitas replied hastily.

His teammates exchanged worried glances, struggling to grasp the urgency in his voice.

"Ah! You battled in the arena of hell?" Lucian asked.

"Yes," Demitas replied, his gaze fixed on his brother.

He opened the lid of the potion and gently made Misli drink it. As Misli eagerly consumed it, his injuries began to heal.

"Misli is healed! He is healed!" they shouted in excitement. However, their moment of celebration was short-lived, as they were suddenly spotted by one of Gale's men.

Soon, Babyface arrived, panting heavily.

"I lost him!" Babyface said, his voice trembling.

"Damn it!" Demitas shouted in frustration.