The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character

Chapter 24 26:Blood Wolf Gang[III]

The thug whimpered, his eyes wide with terror. "P-please! Don't kill me! I'll tell you anything!"

"Where is your boss?"

"Up..."

Behind me, the room was a scene of chaos. The thugs groaned and writhed on the floor, their cries of pain filling the air.

My calm stride toward the front was interrupted by a sudden, menacing presence behind me.

I froze, my senses sending me a warning, and turned to see a towering figure stepping out of the shadows. It was Syro, one of Vargas's most trusted underlings, known for his brute strength who fights using the deadly war axe from the informants.

Unlike other demons who looked malnourished, he was strong.

A menacing reddish body with two coiled horns groomed over his shoulder. A dense foliage of hairs covered his arms and his naked torso was filled with countless scars running down.

Clearly, this demon was no novice.

"Sir Syro!"

"He is the one who did it."

The third groaning in the ground screamed.

His eyes narrowed as he took in my handiwork and then looked at his men nursing wounds and humiliation.

"So, you're the troublemaker," Syro growled, raising his heavy war axe. His muscles rippled with power as he swung the weapon, the sharp edge glinting under the lights.

Without hesitation, I braced myself, dodging the first deadly arc of Syro's swing, twisting my body at the last possible moment. The edge of the axe sliced the air inches from me, its force sending a blast of wind that nearly threw me off balance.

"Wait!" A smooth, commanding voice cut through the tension like a blade.

Syro froze, lowering his axe just as a figure stepped forward from the crowd Vargas.

With a smirk, Vargas looked me over, his sharp gaze assessing every detail.He bent and grabbed my hair and pulled me up.

"Hmm!What a pretty charming face."

My eyes glared at him, clearly annoyed by that remark but Vargas ignoring it slammed my face on the ground.

"Don't kill him," Vargas ordered, his tone casual yet firm. "He's got a face that's too good to waste on a quick death." He chuckled, circling me as though inspecting a piece of art. "A pretty face like his... we might find some use for him."

"Also, he didn't kill any of our members did he?"

Hearing Syro looking around at his men who shook their heads.

Syro scoffed, reluctantly lowering his weapon.

"If you say so," he grumbled, casting a disappointed glance at me, as I lay defeated but defiant, my gaze still sharp despite my exhaustion.

As Vargas moved closer, I gritted my teeth, every fiber of my being wanting to strike back.

But I was beaten as he knocked my face slamming it again on the floor until my vision went dark.

"Don't worry," Vargas murmured."We will make sure to use that handsome face well."

Saying this Vargas rose up and spoke," Throw him to the basement."

And as he turned around covering me, everyone failed to notice the edges of my face curling up.