I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 138 The first level

The blood didn't have time to burst out, and the heart that was still pumping powerfully in the body a moment ago became shriveled at this moment.

The surging scarlet liquid brewed into mist and spewed out from the only gap following Charles' command.

The mist that spread throughout the cell obscured the sight of each other.

He is also continuing to regain his strength.

"what happened?!"

"What else!"

"Who is speaking?"

No one answered, and Bunty restrained his posture of being dragged down by the rope as early as the moment everyone came in. I found a secluded corner to hide safely and quietly watch what would happen next.

Charles was even less able to answer. The feeling of moistening like rain after a long drought made him eager to continue his unfinished business.

That is to kill more enemies.

The support from the Blood Mist is gradually drying up, and those harmless supplements have their limits after all.

'But enough is enough. ’

His calm eyes glanced at Bunty, who was hiding, and Charles pushed aside the fog that would not obscure his vision.

The slightly recovered physical strength allowed him to do many things, such as when the guards who were good at street fighting and knew not to expose their backs at any time huddled together tightly. He could move his steps lightly and pull a person out from among the quails silently.

Then, there was a rapid and short scream, and an even thicker mist.

"the second……"

"Come out! Come out the fuck!"

"They are a group, catch that woman!"

After all, they can't be considered brainless. Even after the moment of panic, the terror of life and death can still force them to figure it out.

Especially as the natives of Eris, they believe in the original arrangement more than Claire - the murderous ghost in the fog is not a strange thing, just a strange little ghost.

Although Charles was still in a coma when he was brought in, so they didn't take those instructions to heart, they could still remember the fact that two people were brought in.

As for whether these two people are accomplices, there is no need to say more.

But even though they understood the situation at hand and knew how to deal with it, these people still made no move.

"Stop squeezing your dick. If you don't catch that woman, you'll die!"

"Then go the hell!"

"I'm being squeezed in by you guys!"

They shouted louder and louder, but their bodies got closer and closer.

Since they both have brains and are in such an environment, we can't expect them to have a good relationship.

It doesn't matter if we are just fair-weather friends on weekdays, but if you ask me to fight for your life at this critical moment, that would be looking down on your dignity too much.

Everyone knows that the best way to break the situation now is to catch Bunty, but they also know that leaving the quail nest at this time is to deliver meat to Charles.

Of course, coercing together means waiting to die...but doesn't it mean that death will be slower?

Unless everyone gives up and takes a gamble to see if they can find Bunty before Charles is finished killing him, and use this as a blackmail.

But, how should I put it...

“One, two, three—you fucking move!”

"Then what the hell are you squeezing in?"

"I was squeezed!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

"what--"

Sure enough, it's safer to let others rush. It would be better if others don't think so. So while Charles was using the second person to regain his strength, these people tried many methods, but all they could do was blame each other, blame each other, and roar incompetently - the last sentence was not, it was a scream.

Because Charles' killing has officially begun.

If you don't make up your mind about this kind of thing at the beginning, it will turn death into a fixed thing.

As the blood mist gradually thickened, one after another the quails were pulled out of their nests and then disemboweled.

The third, the fourth, the third...

"And you are the last one."

Maybe not, after all, in the middle of the killing, the man started to become silent.

There was neither resistance nor escape, just being stupid like a quail.

But because the blood was still warm when his head was pulled out, Charles felt that he was just frightened, not frightened to death.

"So you are indeed the last one."

Shaking off the leader's spine without a drop of blood, he let the mist spread: "Hurry up, this thing's cover won't last long."

"Can't you just disperse it? This kind of cover is not the same as nothing on someone else's territory, and there is no other way."

"It will have a smell if it is scattered, and it will be easier to attract people."

It's not surprising that there is a smell of blood in the dungeon, but such a fresh and strong smell of blood really makes people come to see if it is a slaughterhouse.

Of course, even a little bit of bloody smell now is enough to attract people to check.

"Why is there no one left above?"

"What's going on down here -"

Fortunately, as the deepest dungeon, except for the real guards, few people come here.

Even if there was such a big commotion, only two people came over to remind them not to make things too big, instead of a group of people rushing over.

This is how hard work is left to ordinary people. Whether it was those who were frightened and lost their bearings at the beginning, or the two people who had noticed something was wrong before coming down, it was not enough to cause pressure on Charles.

After all, there are only a few people like Claire, not to mention that even he is only doing field work for delivering goods, so there is no way he can guard such a place.

To put it in layman's terms, aside from the instructors who train newcomers, before the particularly precious goods are stored, the people who guard this place are just rotten fish and rotten shrimps.

Well, Bunty and Charles are indeed precious - but aren't there already two of them, so why don't you come to check them out?

It even cost Charles a little effort, but in the end there were no more people.

After waiting for a while at the dead end of the stairs coming down from the dungeon, Charles and Bunty finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems we have no chance to go out."

"If everyone outside is of this level."

Compared to the excited Bunty, Charles, who was dragging her along in the blood mist, was much calmer.

Breaking through the fog that settled in the dungeon, he came to a higher level and took a peek around.

Compared to the gloomy dungeon, this place is much brighter. There are some small doors on the left and right, which are apparently used to store other cargo that is not important or dangerous enough.

It should also be a place for classes.

Looking back at the surging blood mist, there was enough space below and he had control over it. So this thing doesn't cross the line, it's just limited to the bottom.

It seems that no one will notice what happened for the time being, and more people will be attracted, especially after he has dealt with a group of people who will check.

This reassured Charles a little.

Now that his physical strength has recovered, he just needs to be careful and don't make any big noises. As long as you don't attract the attention of a real expert and don't let the entire Gilded Building move, it's not impossible to just escape.

Just looking at those closed prison doors and the weak moans echoing in my ears...

(End of this chapter)