Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 83 Start of The Short Hunt

"You were sent here to kill me… was it Sylas West?"

"W—!!!"

"What the… what are they even doing there?" Jamal's group could really only lower their eyebrows as they saw the silhouette of Jamal and the person he was with disappear into the fog, "He's supposed to be our—Wait… was he supposed to have someone with him? Wait…

…there's four of us here!"

And as soon as Jamal's friends finally realized he was supposed to be alone up there, they all quickly rushed to see what happened to him, climbing and leaping onto the large branches of the tree. But alas, the only thing they found there were Jamal's things.

"This is his bag, just where…"

And as the group started checking the large branch, a crackle whispered in the air they stepped on what seemed to be glass.

"...Broken glass?"

"Surveillance cams." The only woman in the group picked up something from her feet, before picking another one that she accidentally lightly kicked away, "Several of them."

"...Did Jamal remove it? That makes our jobs easier."

"We have no time for that. Do you think the Lowborn got to him?"

"..."

"..."

"Pft, yeah right. It's probably just one of the girls taking the exam. You know how he is."

"We have a job."

"Killing a Lowborn, that's not even a job at all. We might as well be on vacation. Jamal's mouth's probably drowning in some pussy right now."

Unbeknownst to Jamal's friend, Jamal was actually just above them on another branch and his mouth truly was drowning — not with pussy, but Rhys's entire hand as he pinned him down.

Every time Jamal struggled and wanted to do something to set himself free or just to make his friends aware that he was just above them, Rhys would push his hand deeper through his mouth; causing the shards of his broken teeth to scratch and slice the insides of his throat.

Rhys would just probably gesture to Jamal to be quiet and shush him. But unfortunately for Jamal, Rhys only has one hand.

The only thing Jamal could really do was glare at Rhys, who was just staring at him with his cold silver eyes. His eyes were not uncaring at all, however, as there was an obvious hint of rage within them; hiding, but failing due to the tremble of Rhys's lips which were trying their best not to show Rhys's gritted fangs.

"Jamal!"

"The guy can't be far. But be vigilant, we can't be so sure the Lowborn didn't actually do this."

"You kidding. Right, boss? There's no way a Lowborn…"

And as his companions' voices very slowly faded away, Jamal's head started to tremble uncontrollably as he watched as Rhys glanced at them. And as soon as they were gone, he felt his head being lifted up as Rhys started to remove his hand from his mouth.

"Scream, and I will break your other leg." Another reason why Jamal couldn't struggle more was that Rhys had actually already twisted one of his legs, literally; the kneecap, facing the wrong way.

"Do you understand?" Rhys asked as he finally pulled his hand away; quickly wiping the mixture of blood and saliva on Jamal's shirt.

"Y… yes," Jamal nodded; his voice, extremely hoarse and gasping.

"Did Sylas West send you to kill me?"

"N… no. I… I don't know what—!!!"

Jamal wanted to scream as Rhys suddenly broke his shin, but he couldn't. As before he could even open his already opened mouth wider, Rhys's hand was already grasping his mouth; not covering, but grasping tight that it felt like Jamal's skin was about to be ripped off anytime soon.

"I think we've established the fact that you came here to kill me," Rhys whispered as he looked Jamal in the eyes, "But I heard them, you heard them — the only question now is who sent you to kill me."

"I… don't know," Jamal wanted to shake his head, but all that came out of him was a tremble, "We just… we just accept jobs, we don't ask!"

"Wrong answer."

"Gk!!!" And once again, Jamal raised his hand, three of his fingers now suddenly completely twisted in the wrong way and a few of the bones sticking out, and he did not even see what happened.

"I am not a very smart man, sir Jamal," Rhys let out a small sigh, "But I was trained in ways that could get you to talk. So, if I were you…

…talk."

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"Jamal!"

"Gods damn it! My ancestors' tits are already sagging and we still can't find the man."

"You guys think maybe… Rhys really killed him?"

"...Pft."

And once again, the laughing breaths of Jamal's companions echoed through the swamp as they continued to find Jamal and Rhys through the white veil. Their silhouettes could be seen just casually walking through the thinning fog, seemingly as if just taking a leisurely walk on the Surface.

Soon, however, their leader suddenly raised his fist and gestured to them to stop and shut their mouths.

"Jamal, is that you?" The leader of the group squinted his eyes as he saw a silhouette slowly approaching them. Something was weird, however, as it almost seemed like the silhouette was floating toward them — the group did not think much of this, however. As soon, the silhouette revealed itself to be Jamal.

"Yo! Where'd you go!?" The group quickly approached Jamal, "We have been—"

But they also all quickly stopped as he saw his mouth completely mangled; unable to even open his jaw to speak. And then, they slightly looked up as his body rose from the ground and another silhouette showed itself behind him.

And without even any warning, the tall silhouette holding Jamal's head up in the air let go of him — not allowing him to reach the ground, however, as the silhouette of his leg suddenly disappeared. And as it did so, the group watched in horror as the entire lower half of Jamal's body was torn away completely.

"I am going to ask the same question I did your friend…

…your answers better be the same."