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Chapter 1092 Sickening Hunger

"A minotaur?" muttered Freud with genuine fear as his hair stood on its ends, screaming at him to escape. "His exterior shell looked like a low-class creature, but how can it have such a thing beneath it?"

There was no one to answer his question after that cry reached their ears. Some of them fainted from fear, others began to vomit while collapsing. A rare few could not hold it and began wetting themselves or worse. The very nature of this demon was one that commanded instinctive fear.

As his cry ended, the demon reached toward his horn and tore it off. Blood gushed on the ground, but it regenerated almost instantly. As for his horn, it morphed into a giant club covered with sharp spikes. Then, the demon let out a growling sound that seemed to drag them toward the beast.

"Ah!" cooed a warrior covered in metallic plate as the demon took one step closer to him. His eyes began to shake as he raised them to look at the creature, whose nostrils flared with steam. "Have mercy…"

Boom! Flesh, blood, and bones exploded in every direction as the man disappeared from existence. The giant club was now red as it prepared to launch another unseeable attack. Screams echoed in every direction as the hunters became the prey, everyone running for their lives.

The demon showed these hunters that those who hunt can be hunted as well. Even if they asked for mercy from him, this predator had no chance to feel that. Everything it desires, and everything it is, was pure violence.

While blood connected earth and heaven and violence descended in the form of a demon, a pair of figures stood on the faraway mountain. One of them rode a bicycle while the other sat atop a boulder, a smile covering his face.

"Do you take pleasure in seeing destruction?" asked the unusually quiet Bookkeeper as he watched the scene without blinking as he wrote down everything that was happening. "I rarely see your smile ever since you attacked your family in Kera."

"As the best storyteller in the universe, you should know the reason I smile now," said Seref with narrowing eyes. "The best feeling this world has to offer…"

"…is the feeling of everything falling into place."

"You know me well, Louis."

"That is not my name."

"Then, Drago."

"Like father like son, you have a terrible naming sense," said the Bookkeeper without his usual glee. "I shall go nameless until the end. A character with a name must exist in the story, and I am just the narrator! It would be a bad story if I had a name!"

"That is a little too late to say, since we changed the entire universe countless times," said Seref as he rested his chin in his palm. "I wonder how many storms this little change will bring?"

"Although I am one of the wisest creatures in the universe, I must ask one question," said the spirit as he stopped jotting down the story and stared at the ongoing fight with a blank stare. "But you have to tell me the truth."

"In this happy occasion, I shall oblige," said Seref with a smile as he watched the blood bath. "Ask away, dear friend."

"When are you going to be satisfied with what you have achieved?" asked the spirit as it turned toward the human, its black-holes-for-eyes inspecting his every movement. "I love traveling with you, but I have to admit that… your hunger is sickening."

"I heard that a lot as a child," said Seref with the same smile. "Your purpose is to write every story until the end of times, but mine is more internal. My goal is to be satisfied."

"I expected a more straightforward answer," said the spirit with disappointment as it turned back toward writing. "What a lame answer!"

"I am a human too, dear friend," said Seref with a grin. "I am prone to change and development. How about we postpone the answer to this question moments before my death?"

"A man who traveled countless timelines and worlds is not an easy man to kill," said the spirit as if seeing through his plot. "I would not push for answers, but let the story unfolds."

"Don\'t be so certain that I would not perish," said Seref with a grin as he stared at the spirit, compelling the latter to stare back at him. "My death is imminent and unavoidable. This race against time is for me to be satisfied with what I leave behind before my death!"

"Your son revived a random woman in a different timeline without any divine being objecting," said the spirit with disinterest. "If he can revive anyone, he would revive you just to kill you again."

"Do not call her a random woman," said Seref with a shake of his head. "That woman now rules one of the greatest empires to exist, spanning thousands of kilometers. That just proves that everything he touches flourishes."

"I did not follow you for this proud daddy smirk of yours," said the spirit as it turned away. "How can you be satisfied with your son hating you this much?"

"My existence is worthless except for my plans," said Seref as he jumped from the boulder and walked toward the cliff overseeing the camp. "Not much time is left before my final plan is done. At that time, write my ending well."

"I don\'t write boring and obvious stories," said the spirit as it resumed writing in the book. Seref laughed as the screams from the plains echoed throughout the forest. "The final battle is here."

Although surrounded by countless corpses of his huntsmen, Freud did not escape the scene. Instead, he urged them to rush at the demon in hopes to injure it somehow. However, like headless chickens, none of his hunters listened.

"You think I fear you?" asked Freud with a shaking voice as he gripped his axes. "I am the great hunter, destined to serve our goddess! Your blood will be her evening\'s wine and your fur will become her mattress!"

Despite shouting at the demon, it spared him very little attention. Instead, it butchered his followers in a one-sided massacre. His violence knew no bounds as he tore a man in half by pulling his jaws apart.

The stench of blood, feces, and vomit filled the camp. This scene from hell was gemmed with the giant demon painting it as Freud tried to recompose himself. Then, remembering his objective, he looked for the maiden.

"Where is she?" muttered Freud with confusion as he saw that Luna Stormblade was gone. Although she had been shouting just earlier, the ground beneath her was now dug out with the masked woman nowhere in sight.

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"I cannot leave him!"

"That is not the same man that came to save you, Evelina," urged Elinor, the resisting woman, as she dragged her together with her husband. "If we stay there, we would be killed just like those hunters! Appreciate his sacrifice and move on!"

"How can I move on from the one man who protected me?" asked Luna Stormblade as she tried to break free. "Even more, how can I trust that you are not just dragging me to the goddess?"

"We made some wrong choices along the way, but we never knew that the Chief was this kind of man!" said Haldor with sweat covering his face. "That demon risked his life to save you, and this is our only chance to do so!"

"And why do you want me saved?"

"Because of the reason I joined the hunters!" said Haldor with tears in his eyes as he dragged her away. "I was never banished from the city, Miss Luna! I escaped for my life after learning of the great secret Lord Marshal had!"

"What are you talking about?" asked Luna with confusion as she stopped resisting their efforts. "I need you to answer me, now!"

"I was there the day your mother died!" said Haldor with agitation, shocking Luna into silence. "At that time, I was just a stables boy who overslept in the barn! But as I gazed into the stars, I chanced to see the murder of our beloved lady!"

"My mother died because of a demon…" muttered Luna with confusion as she shook her head. "It happened outside the city, so no one was there to save her. I was…"

"You were there with her because she was saving you from Lord Marshal!" said Haldor as he fell on his knees, slamming his forehead to the ground. "I heard screams and shouting, so I looked! Your mother carried you on horseback as countless spatial arrows tore through her flesh!"

"I don\'t remember this… I don\'t remember…" said Luna as she touched her forehead, feeling lightheaded. As she staggered, Elinor supported her as Haldor raised his head with tears rolling down his face.