An Extra's POV

Chapter 129 Hideout Of Lowlives [Pt 2]

I'm sorry for the mixup!]

"AHHHHHHHH!"

He suddenly began to hear noises coming from within the hideout.

'Hm…?'

More noises greeted his ears, though they were very muffled since Gary was outside.

"Are they fighting again?" He grumbled. "Those idiots… they'll wake up the Leader!"

Gary quickly finished his activity, inserting his stick inside his boxer shorts, ignoring the remnant liquid that dropped down his dirty underwear.

This wasn't the first time he had rushed the progress anyway, so he wasn't too concerned.

He closed the pouch and tied it back around his Wesson, covering everything with his boxer shorts.

Right as he was done, he heard another scream echo within the place.

It was a blood-curdling one—not resembling one borne out of a fight among comrades.

Gary felt his heart skip a beat, but this fear was swiftly overruled by the fear of what their Leader would do to everyone if he was woken up by their screaming.

Even if Gary wasn't among, he knew the Leader's punishment was one he could not escape.

Spurred by this, he rushed inside the building, neatly ripping the door from its hinges, as he yelled—like the idiot that he was—at his noisemaking comrades.

"You guys, STOP! You'll WAKE the LEADER!"

As Gary rushed in, shutting his eyes to make this declaration, he realized something.

… There was no noise—at least, not anymore.

'E-eh…?'

Instead, a certain smell caused him to slowly open his eyes as it overwhelmed his senses with a familiar sensation.

'W-what is… this…?'

Blood and gore greeted his sight, as he noticed the severed parts of his comrades on the ground.

Warm blood flowed to the bottom of Gary's feet, as if welcoming him to join in the puddle.

"N-no…"

Gary could spot tons of internal organs—intestines, brain matter, and a bunch of other things—scattered all around the area.

He saw eyeballs outside their sockets, severed heads that rolled around, and chunks of human meat dipped in the stew that was their own blood.

It was all… so disgusting!

Repulsive!

"Bluerghh!" Before Gary realized it, he collapsed to his knees and vomited.

The sour stench of his undigested contents, mixed in with the gross smell of the blood around him, combined to form something new.

… Something worse.

Gary felt like vomiting once again, but he was stopped by a voice.

"Do that again, and you'll suffer even more before dying."

The moment Gary heard this, he automatically swallowed his second round.

Even though he was still very nauseated and downright disgusted by the sight of his earlier vomit sinking into the blood before him, he instinctively knew that he couldn't throw-up.

Doing so would mean certain doom.

'W-why…?'

Gary slowly raised his head as he spotted three figures before him.

One was a man who appeared like a gentleman—the kind of handsome noble that any pauper like him would want to punch in the face.

Then, there was a young lady who had an unsheathed blade brandished in her hand.

She looked so cute that it seemed like she would never hurt a fly, but the murderous gleam in her eyes as she looked at him, and the blood splattered on her pretty face told him she wasn't as innocent as she seemed.

In fact, the one that sliced off his comrades into these disgusting bits and pieces was most likely her.

"Hey, you…" The same deep voice from just earlier echoed in the still room.

This was the last person—the man shrouded in a dark cloak whose back was rested on the walls as he stood in a corner.

He had a black mask on, so his face was concealed in mystery.

His eyes glowed crimson, though, and it was the kind that told Gary that instant death awaited him if he made even the slightest blunder.

Gary had no idea what these incredibly powerful people wanted from him and his comrades, but he knew they meant business.

If he didn't act quickly, he would have to join his now-dead companions in the deep pits of the underworld.

"… Where is she?"

The moment he heard a question from the man of darkness, Gary's body perked up as he remained kneeling.

His desperate, but confused face greeted the obsidian mask with helplessness.

"I… I don't understand…"

"Don't make me ask again…" The man's crimson eyes shone brighter as he stared at Gary.

"The girl with the ring. Where is she…?"

The moment Gary heard this, his eyes widened in utter fear and downright shock.

'T-the ring? What ring? The one with me?!'

Was that why these three were here? Because of how valuable the ring was? They probably came to retrieve it due to its high value.

Gary felt a mix of guilt and pride.

'I-I knew it was valuable! It's definitely in the Platinum Rank! I… I didn't know they would come to kill all of us for it!'

Right there and then, Gary thought of the most brilliant plan.

'I-I'll just give it back to them! Yes… that should solve everything!"

He swiftly squirmed in his pathetic state, digging his hand into his boxer shorts to bring out the pouch.

~VWUSH!~

It appeared like a flashing ray of light, and it was much faster than Gary could process.

At least, not until it was too late.

"GAHHHHH!!" His screams echoed in the air as he could no longer feel his hand.

The thing was now on the bloodied floor, separate from the rest of his body.

"G-guarhhhh!"

Sweat formed on Gary's face as he saw smoke rise from his severed hand, and he could feel immense heat seared into his gaping arm.

It was at this moment that Gary recollected what happened:

A beam of crimson light had come from the eyes of the masked one, swiftly burning off the connection that held his arm and hand together.

Thanks to the immense heat, Gary wasn't bleeding. However, he had lost an entire hand

… Forever!

"Uarrghhhhhhh!!!"

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[A/N]

Once again, I'm sorry for the mixup.

As for non priv readers, I suppose this doesn't really affect you.

Thanks for reading