Chapter 31 Careless
Suddenly, he noticed the short-haired man twitching imperceptibly.
Seeing this, his lips curled up in a mocking smile.
He slowly walked toward him and raised his sword to finish him off when suddenly, the short-haired man stood up and smashed the broken iron rod at his head.
However, in the next moment, he revealed a horrified expression because it was as if Luke had expected this; he had already moved to the side.
He then said, "You are an excellent actor. If you had stayed put for a while more, I might have really forgotten about you, but you had to grab this iron rod and alert me."
Thud!
The short-haired man fell to his knees with a thud and cried out, "P-Please spare my life, sir. I'll become your servant and follow your every order."
"I don't need a servant like you." After saying this, Luke mercilessly swung his sword and chopped his head off.
When they gave Lori those lewd looks and he heard about the camp's situation, he had already resolved to kill every one of these scums.
Turning around, he walked toward the main hall, with Lori following him.
…
As Luke and Lori, with swords in their hands, walked through the hall, the survivors sitting or lying on the ground looked at them fearfully, thinking that they were someone from the camp.
When the couple with the ten-year-old kid recognized them, astonishment filled their hearts. Unlike others, they knew the duo didn't belong to the camp.
'So, they weren't ordinary people?' The man thought, his eyes shining.
From the bloodstains on Luke's clothes, he knew they had killed those three people, and it was only possible if they also had superhuman powers, because those guys also had superhuman powers.
"Honey, they… are they going to fight them?" The wife asked, feeling incredulous.
"Yes. It seems to be the case." The man nodded, gripping his fists in excitement, and said, "Get ready. Perhaps they will be able to kill the rest of the camp's people. Once they do, we will leave with them."
Hearing this, the wife shook her head, smiling bitterly, "How is that possible? They are just two while camp had many of those powerful people."
"Let's just wait and watch." The man said, praying for Luke and Lori to succeed in their endeavor.
…
Luke stopped in front of the gate that led to the storage rooms. Turning around, he looked at Lori and said, "You stay here. Enter only if the other people come back, understand?"
"I…" Lori wanted to follow him inside and meet her daughter as soon as possible, but she also knew that she would be a burden on him when he fights with the people inside.
Thinking this, she nodded, "I understand. You also take care of yourself."
Luke nodded, slowly pushed open the metallic gates, and entered.
A hallway appeared in front of him. He followed it and soon arrived before the storage facility.
He could see tens of rooms in front of him and in front of one room, a man wearing a protective vest and a sword in his hand was standing with his eyes closed.
'There should be another one? Is he inside the rooms?' Luke thought.
Just as he was about to move,
Whoosh!
Slash!
A figure charged at him from the side and slashed its sword at his neck.
Luke was taken aback, but he reacted swiftly and twisted his body, dodging the sword. Right after, he slashed out with his sword.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing sounded, and the figure skidding backwards.
Hurriedly stabilizing his footing, Luke chased after the figure.
"Damn. Who is this lad?" The figure, a man in yellow trousers and t-shirt, cursed when he couldn't kill Luke with his sneak attack and was flung away instead.
Whoosh!
Before he could even stabilize himself, Luke caught up to him and slashed at his neck.
Whoosh!
Although the man was off balance, he still managed to raise his sword to block the attack.
By this time, the man guarding the room in the distance had already noticed the commotion and, seeing his companion engaged in a fight with the intruder; he rushed toward them.
Seeing this, Luke activated his [Berserk] skill.
Whoosh!
Immediately, his sword's speed increased and clashed against the yellow-clothed man's sword.
Clang!
As soon as their swords met, the man's sword broke and his expression changed. However, he didn't reveal any fear, but smiled instead and mouthed the words, "You are very strong."
Splash!
As Luke's sword cut through his chest, a large amount of blood spurted out and he collapsed to the ground. After struggling for a few seconds, he stopped moving.
Looking at him, Luke felt strange. When his slashed at his chest, he didn't get the same feeling he usually felt when cutting through flesh.
However, he didn't have time to check what was wrong because the other man had rushed over to him and had attacked with his sword.
Swoosh!
He hurriedly retreated backward, dodging the strike.
His opponent was an honest-looking man, who seemed to be around 30 years old.
When his attack failed, he didn't continue to chase after Luke but stopped beside the yellow-clothed man and disdainfully said, "Such a trash! Couldn't kill a kid even when sneak attacking."
He then shifted his gaze to Luke and asked, "Who are you and why did you come here? Did they not warn you that entering this area without permission is prohibited?"
"No. No one told me." Luke shrugged.
"Hm? So, they aren't doing their duties properly. I'll punish them later. You can go back now." Saying this, the man turned around to walk away.
Luke was stunned by his actions.
Who was this strange man? Didn't he see him killing his companion? Why did he completely ignore that?
Luke couldn't make sense of his actions. Just when he was feeling puzzled, the man spun around all of a sudden and threw a sharp, black dart at him.
Whoosh!
Before he could react, the dart was already in front of his face.
"Fuck!" He knew he fell into the man's trap and couldn't help but curse himself for being careless.
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