A Reward (1)

The boss took this as his chance to escape, however with a hole in both his feet he could barely stand, much less run.

"I said if you cooperate," said Gray, firing another bullet in the boss's leg.

The boss's face twisted in pain, a look of despair on his face as he realized he couldn't escape.

Gray struggled to stand, his vision blurry from using too much blood.

"Now, where are all the Arcanian points you collected?" asked Gray, pointing the gun towards the boss's head.

"I-I don't know what you are talking about," replied the boss, holding onto his leg to stop the bleeding.

"Of course you don't" whispered Gray as he rolled his eyes.

Gray's movements were sluggish, he walked as if he were drunk, but never for a second did he stop pointing the gun towards the boss.

'Fuck I don't have much time left,' thought Gray as his vision became darker.

He turned the pistol in his hand into a dagger, before crouching down to look the boss in the face.

"Give me the Arcanian points," ordered Gray once again, his voice weak.

"I-I don't kn-" before the boss could finish his sentence Gray interrupted him, playing with the dagger in his hand.

"Do you know what the most painful place to get stabbed is?" asked Gray rhetorically, looking to his dagger as if it were a precious gem.

"Some would say something like the eye, but actually it's the gut. The gut has about a million nerve endin-" before Gray could finish the boss interrupted.

"W-what are you planning?" asked the boss, his voice shaky.

"Shhh, let me finish" replied Gray, his dagger on his lips in a gesture for the boss to keep quiet.

"Like I was saying, the gut has more than a million nerve endings. And what's more is, you don't die instantly. You bleed out, slowly, savoring the pain," continued Gray, a faraway look in his eyes.

"Now let me ask you again. Where are the Arcanian points you collected,"

"I-I don't keep them here. S-Someone else does... I can show you," replied the boss quickly.

"I was hoping you would say that," said Gray with a smile on his face.

Turning the grip on his knife, Gray slit a hole in the boss's gut before the boss could even realize what was going on.

Blood slowly soaked his shirt as his innards began slipping out. The pain that radiated from his gut so gruesome that his mind went blank from strain.

"The item shop has a healing elixir. If you give me the Arcanian points I'll buy you one," said Gray as he wiped the blood off his dagger.

The boss tried opening the item shop, remembering the elixir that Gray was talking about, but once Gray saw this he grabbed the man's hand, stabbing him in the index finger.

The jolt of pain caused the boss to blackout for a split second, sweat making his neck shine.

"Now hurry, send them or you'll bleed out. You'll die experiencing this wonderful pain," said Gray, his voice weaker.

'Fuck, if he doesn't give me those Arcanian points I'll probably be out for a day,' thought Gray as he dug his dagger deeper into the boss's fingertip.

"O-okay, o-okay," stuttered the boss, using his right hand to keep his innards inside.

"If you buy an elixir I'll open another hole in your stomach," warned Gray, his eyes heavy.

[5000 Arcanian points transferred.] said an autonomous voice in Gray's mind.

As Gray opened the item shop, picking out two healing elixirs he looked to the man lying in front of him.

"You mean to tell me you only have 5000 Arcanian points? After all that business?" asked Gray, chugging down one of the healing elixirs he had bought.

"P-please," begged the sweat-covered man as he looked at Gray drinking his elixir.

"Ther should be at least 10 000. Hand over everything you have or I'll leave you here to die," said Gray, the color to his face returning.

"P-Please," cried the man, his face red with pain.

Gray held the elixir bottle in front of the boss, before slicing another hole in his stomach, keeping the blade inside to prevent his innards from falling out.

"Hand them over," whispered Gray, pushing the dagger deeper in his gut.

[7000 Arcanian points have been transferred.] said an autonomous voice in Gray's mind.

"That's all I have, p-please,"

"Here you go," said Gray, tossing the elixir bottle the ground. The bottle smashed to the floor, the pink liquid spilling all over the dirty ground.

The man wasted no time, slurping up its contents, cutting his lips in the process.

"Ahh, so even if you're beyond fucked it can heal you, huh," murmured Gray as he watched the man's wounds heal.

"Thanks for clarifying that," said Gray, before stabbing the man in the throat. Blood gurgled from the hole in his neck as he passed out, blood spreading all over the already blood-stained floor.

"I'm a man of my word, however, I really need your summon you see. It was love at first sight," said Gray with a smile as he activated his ability.

[Would you like to steal the skill 'Miyamoto Musashi Summon'?] asked the voice in Gray's head.

"Yes" replied Gray.

[The exclusive skill 'Miyamoto Musashi Summon' has been added to your skill tree.]

[Miyamoto Musashi, once a great samurai summoned to hell by the high demon Belial. Broken free of his chains only to become a summon in the human plane. A sacrifice of human flesh is required to summon him and increase his level. His active time depends on his level and the amount of flesh sacrificed. Level 1 summon max time 5 minutes.]