Reincarnated With SSS Deathless Skill in Female Dominated World!

Chapter 38: The Demons' Maze (5)

'Is this… the hunter world?'

As the aspiring hunters used their innate skills to pin Hunter to the ground, the rest of the four-legged monsters lurched at him, gnawing on his flesh to drink more of his tasty blood. To say nothing of his unfavorable position, as Aza had thrown him straight at the pack, Hunter's blood enticed them too much.

They were getting drunk on his blood!

'That's right… this is the hunter world.'

Entangled in ropes, restricted by arrows and weapons being like nails, and scorned by blinded participants of the yearly exam, Hunter was suddenly drowned in so many kinds of pain that he could barely think straight.

In the corner of his mind, he kept some of his attention on Seraphina, hearing white flash bangs and unruly flames roaring as she fought against Aza, the scheming bitch, all while crowded by the aching from head to toe.

Which was something Hunter was already used to.

Pain… was his company for five years, after all.

And as monsters and conned humans couldn't amount to what he felt on Earth, Hunter was really interested in just what kind of disease he had been born with to leave him bedridden in such agony.

Yet, even that thought was frozen, for Hunter was compelled to realize what situation he had found himself in.

He was in the underground, helplessly lying in the pool of his own blood branching out in all directions as though dams within his body had been devoured by monsters. It was… so similar to him being hospitalized that his mind produced images from Earth.

He heard his mother's voice while looking at the underground's ceiling, which triggered his unusual claustrophobia more and more.

Which meant that the gears of experience have been turned on.

Experience from the past… experience from the inheritance…

Experience used to strengthen or produce skills.

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Seraphina fought against the threat to the best of her ability… alas, that was not enough.

On top of the foe being a few levels ahead, Seraphina didn't have her strongest skills, was wounded from the fall, exhausted from all the fighting, and just tired.

A lot of things weren't in her favor, yet Seraphina blamed herself for her loss.

Her enemy was heartless and sadistic, too, having too much fun with her long mace crushing Seraphina's flesh and bones. When that weapon shattered Seraphina's dominant hand, stripping her of her weapon, all previous wounds stung deeper, causing her to temporarily lose consciousness.

Which ended up with her getting bashed in the face by the long mace and thrown toward the four-legged monsters.

"I have no business with you, apart from you being a traitor and disgusting woman," Aza glanced at the mauled flesh that had been soft and supple before, which many males loved.

In Aza's eyes, it was simply disgusting.

Therefore, Seraphina's state was a joy to her heart and eyes.

Which she would soon emphasize even more.

After all, this traitorous woman was a teammate of her little sister's killer! And speaking of this man, he was trying to free himself from the aspiring hunters' skills.

His strength was really marvelous and even charming, as even Aza felt a desire to tame such a strong man with lean and powerful muscles. However, him being the killer of Oona utterly erased those natural desires.

"The female traitor has been subsided. She's now a living trap to the monsters. Use her to deal with them!" Aza commanded a few of the participants.

They laughed aloud, "It's like the second exam! We already have an experience with that!"

And thus, some of them turned around and ran toward Seraphina's wounded and barely breathing body.

Meanwhile, Aza raised her long mace and smashed Hunter's chest, sending him back to prison. Worse, her strength was on such another level that a mere attack rippled the ground beneath him, caving him in. A lot of heavy stones powdered Hunter, further locking him before the beast woman.

This wasn't what the four-legged monsters liked, but it wasn't like they had any say in this cave, for Aza had finally revealed her real strength, ending their lives with a few more common swings of her long mace.

It was now… only her and Hunter.

"My cute, smart, lovely… little sister…. I won't see her anymore! You took her away from me!" Aza cried, pouring her feelings onto Hunter through her bloody mace, smashing his chest more and more.

His flesh caved in and cracked, his bones broke and pierced through his organs, and his blood kept fountaining, adding more liquid to the streaming red rivers inside the cave, all of which stemmed from Hunter!

"Scream! Scream, you waste of a man!" Aza howled at the fallen human, her attacks becoming more considerate of his well-being to the point where she no longer cared if he would survive this or not.

She was really drowning him in her real feelings.

Yet, Hunter hadn't uttered a word.

His half-closed eyes seemed to be somewhere else.

There was only pain… and helplessness… and some kind of unusual feelings he couldn't properly understand.

Was it hatred toward… humans?

As his memories swirled and weaved with unknown feelings, Hunter strained to free his hand and lift it toward the ceiling…

"I want… that red rose… mother."