Chapter 311

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"No one wants to be a good obedient child. What a pity."

So many ghouls blend in with humans that even Abel can't save everyone; we can only hope for the best.

"Damn it, you ruined today's 'festival.' Look at the mess you've made!"

A ghoul dressed as a manager charged furiously, intending to dismember the detestable human before him.

He didn't care who his opponent was; even if it was a CCG investigator without a quinque, what was there to be afraid of?

As for the ice blade in Abel's hand, it was completely ignored.

However, in the next moment, all he saw was a flash of cold light, and then he could no longer move.

Because he had been dismembered.

His body fell to the ground in pieces, like a collapsing stack of blocks.

The 'manager' ghoul's death gave the other ghouls following him a moment of pause; when they looked at Abel again, their eyes now contained a hint of fear.

"Don't be afraid, he's only one person! Surround him and kill him!"

This statement reignited the ghouls' fighting spirit because it was true; no matter how strong this human was, in the end, he was just human.

A human would bleed when injured and become exhausted.

Unlike them, who could regenerate.

At worst, they would trade wound for wound and wear him down.

So, they rushed forward, with various forms of kagune attacking Abel.

A kagune is the predatory organ that protrudes from a ghoul's skin during hunting, made up of Rc cells.

There are four types: ukaku, koukaku, rinkaku, and bikaku, each with their strengths and weaknesses, countering one another.

When the different forms of kagune overwhelmed the hated human figure and completely destroyed the DJ booth, many ghouls showed satisfaction on their faces.

A mere human, fit only to be their prey, dared to resist?

Now ended, without a trace left behind!

But at that moment, several screams came from behind them.

Initially, they thought it was the humans, but when someone shouted, "He's not dead, he's over here!"

They realized they'd been played.

That damned human had somehow circled around them, starting a slaughter in their rear.

As a ghoul was about to pounce on a woman, its head rolled onto the ground, starting her screaming in horror.

With Abel's current physique and the level of his armor Haki training, these ordinary ghouls couldn't even breach his defenses.

If not for his concern of accidentally killing innocent humans, his move 'Ground Death: Cemetery of Swords' would have cleared the room.

"It's really troublesome; using a sword is still a bit slow."

Abel muttered to himself, then condensed another ice blade in his left hand.

He then proceeded to fight in the dance hall with two long blades, and with the exception of the hard-shelled koukaku ghouls, no other ghoul could withstand a single strike from him.

After what seemed like an eternity, the entire bar was littered with corpses, blood everywhere.

No creature dared stand except for Abel.

All ghouls were found and killed cleanly by him.

The remaining were humans, shivering with fear and obediently huddling by the walls, desperately hoping that Abel wouldn't turn his blade on them in his fervor.

"Hey, got a smoke?"

Abel discarded the two ice blades and turned to a middle-aged man.

The person was startled but still managed to stammer out a reply, "I'm sorry, I quit smoking a long time ago." By the end of his sentence, he was almost in tears.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have bothered quitting smoking. Dying over something like this would be too frustrating, especially after surviving through such a terrifying hell.

Fortunately, at that moment, a female office worker next to him came to his rescue.

"I have cigarettes with me, although they are women's cigarettes. Would that be okay?"

The female office worker nervously pulled out a pack of women's cigarettes and thoughtfully included a lighter.

Abel took them without concern and lit one for himself.

The taste of tobacco mixed with the thick smell of blood in the air was strange, but he was already accustomed to such scents.

On the other hand, the survivors almost vomited out everything in their stomachs, adding a new flavor to the already foul air.

Abel frowned and turned to the woman, "Do you have a cell phone with you?"

"Ah? Yes, I have it."

"Remember to call the police when you get out. Also, mint-flavored cigarettes don't suit you; you might want to try strawberry flavor next time."

After speaking, Abel walked towards the locked door, kicked it open with one foot, and disappeared into the night.

The female office worker and other survivors quickly followed, escaping outside with expressions of joy at having survived the ordeal.

Remembering Abel's advice, she immediately took out her phone and called the police.

Before the police arrived, Mado and Amon were already on the scene.

Armed with white boxes and vigilant expressions, they entered the premises without letting their guard down due to the words of the survivors alone.

Even one ghoul hiding inside could cost them their lives, a lesson learned at the cost of their predecessors' lives.

Even so, when they entered the bar, they were shocked by the hellish scene before them.

Bloodstains and dismembered limbs were splattered on the walls and floor. Broken bodies were scattered everywhere, and the heavy scent of blood was overwhelming, inducing the urge to vomit.

"Most of the dead here are ghouls; there are very few human corpses. It seems those outside were telling the truth; some mysterious individual, friend or foe unknown, saved them."

Mado excitedly made a preliminary judgment.

Due to his extreme hatred for ghouls and his obsession with weapons manufacturing, he was fascinated by quinques—a weapon made from certain ghoul organs.

Seeing so many ghoul corpses now, he could hardly conceal his joy.

He also felt a sense of gratitude towards the mysterious, unmasked savior, assuming they were indeed human.

"Amon, start searching the place and be alert. We might still have ghouls lurking around."

"Understood!"

Amon activated his briefcase, transforming it into a quinque weapon, and carefully began to search the entire bar.

After some time, they were certain that all the ghouls in the gathering point had been eliminated.

One person, alone, taking out so many ghouls—it was staggering.

"I really want to meet this guy," Mado said with a pathological smile, licking his dry lips.