Sadistic Player In A Fantasy Game World - Chapter 63: Hunters Wrath (2)

Gray’s footsteps echoed through the hallway as he stalked down the dark empty corridors.

‘It seems they knew I was coming,’ thought Gray as he stared at the locked steel door in front of him with his gleaming red eyes.

***

“B-Boss, are you sure we’ll be okay? H-he even got Jenkins,” stuttered one of the few remaining guards on the bottom floor as they stood in wait, ready to attack Gray if he somehow managed to get through the steel door that separated them.

“So what if he got Jenkins? That thing just got lucky. If he does manage to get through, I’ll just have to kill him myself,” thought the boss as he looked at Gray through the monitors linked to the cameras outside.

The sound of Gray’s greatsword slamming into the metal door shook all those behind it. Fear visible across all their faces as dents began to appear on the door.

“There’s no way he’ll get through right? It’s triple re-inforced steel, not even Jenkins could break it,” said one of the guards, trying to convince himself that he would be okay.

‘Kukk, he’s going to get through. He’s a monster,’ thought the boss as he looked at Gray slashing at the door through the monitor.

For a split second Gray stopped his onslaught, turning to the camera with a toothy grin on his face before smashing it to pieces.

The monitor went dark, causing the boss to punch it in anger.

“Collect all the remaining dolls and drag them to the back room. This bastard will pay for messing up my business,” ordered the boss before walking away from the monitors.

***

Meanwhile Gray was growing impatient with the steel door, slashing at it relentlessly.

After hitting it for nearly two minutes, the door tore open. Without a moment’s delay, Gray bolted through the opening, charging at anyone he could get his eyes on. However, to his surprise no one seemed to be there.

‘What the? Did they escape through a backdoor?’ wondered Gray as he looked through all the empty cells.

Nothing but piss and shit remained. Its smell attacked Gray’s nose, reminding him of a pigsty.

“So I see you’re finally here,” said a gruff voice as a short chubby man walked from the other end of the hallway.

“I could’ve sworn I heard more voices. Don’t tell me it’s just you,” repied Gray, disappointment audible in his words.

“You sound disappointed,” said the boss nonchalantly, as if his life weren’t in any danger.

“There weren’t enough dolls, so I used the others as sacrifices as well,” continued the boss, pointing to the darkness behind him.

“Sacrifice? I’m not exactly in the mood for this. All that slaving just for one, or possibly, half a soul, what with you being so short and all,” taunted Gray, stalking closer to the boss.

“Oni Miyamoto,” whispered the boss in anger, causing a flash of red light to appear behind him. A single figure standing 2.1 meters tall emerged from what looked like the corpses of the guards and dolls that had been with the boss till recently.

“Let’s see how you fare against my friend,” laughed the boss as a samurai-looking demon emerged from the darkness.

Its face was completely covered by a red mask with the impression of an angry ogre on it. Two white horns protruded from its forehead, while two of its top canines extended way past its bottom lip.

On its lower half, it wore a red traditional Kurata, worn by the samurai warriors of feudal Japan, however its chest lay bare, its deep red skin glistening under the light.

Two gleaming black swords lay strapped to its waist, one long while the other short, like those carried by traditional samurai. However unlike the usual custom, a massive greatsword was strapped to its lower back, lying horizontally.

Two gleaming red eyes shone from behind its mask, its white hair reaching down to its lower back, a disheveled mess.

“A thrall of Amaymon, very well. The price has been paid, the deed will now be done,” said the demon in an ancient tone before turning into a red blur, appearing behind Gray with both its swords drawn.

***

Tesse didn’t stop running for even a second. She felt the taste of blood at the back of her throat, and her sides screamed at her to stop, however, the image of the beast kept her running. She vowed not to fall prey to it before completing the master’s mission.

As she was running she heard a low rumble in the distance. It sounded akin to a tiger, however its sound triggered an innate fear within her.

‘That isn’t the hunter,’ thought Tesse as she stopped to catch her breath.

‘Perhaps it’s the beast we are here to hunt?’ she wondered as she began slowly approaching the source of the rumble, making sure not to make a sound.

As she peered in between the bushes in front of her, she saw the silhouette of a massive cat-like creature, stalking around a hooded man.

‘Is that Amos?’ she wondered as the man removed two blades from within his cloak.

‘What’s going on here?’ she thought as the beast pounced on Amos, aiming to bite of his head.

Amos dodged, turning into a cloud of smoke right as he was about to be killed. His form reappeared behind the beast, his blades ready to slash at it, however right as he was about to attack, it turned around, pouncing once again.

Although it wasn’t as terrifying as the hunter, its speed was on par with it. Amos would’ve been hard-pressed to even face it if not for his ability.

The beast never gave Amos the chance to reform his body, constantly keeping him a cloud of black mass.

Tesse took this as her opening and began setting up her sniper, using the beast’s gleaming blue eyes as her target.

The beast jerked its head once it heard the sound of the sniper being cocked, prompting it to run back into the cave from which it came.

“Whose there?” asked Amos once they were alone.

“It’s white,” replied Tesse flatly, angry that she had let her quarry go.