Chapter 43: Built like a Tank, Three Brothers

"Ahhh—"

The girl's scream echoed through the room for a solid ten seconds before she fell to the ground, completely numb, while her body trembled and spasmed from time to time.

Ray retracted his hand that had touched her back, with a brightened expression.

"This Lightning Art is not bad."

Just then, gunshots rang from outside, poking holes in the door and directly targeting him.

Ray hurriedly rolled to the ground to barely avoid the shots.

"Hmm, there were more people?" He frowned slightly as his hand formed a claw, simultaneously circulating the mutation energy in his body in an instinctive circulation.

Ray imagined a trident entirely made up of flame.

Immediately, the temperature around him rose sharply.

The exact replica of the image that formed in his mind appeared in his hand; however, the same couldn't be said about its size.

When Ray looked at the pocket-sized flame shaped like a trident, his expression became bitter. But feeling its terrifying temperature, he could only console himself.

He patiently waited.

Clink!

The moment the door slightly opened, Ray immediately threw the flaming trident through the small gap.

Swoosh!

The air seemed to distort from the sheer heat as a scream came from outside the moment it passed through.

Under Ray's watchful eyes, the scream grew louder and more frantic.

"Ahhh—"

All the people rolled around the floor, even the door catching fire from the intense heat.

Ray waited like a hunter, even when the screams died down after more than ten minutes had passed even then he didn't move.

"Wakey."

Ray muttered, regretting the summoning word he had set up himself.

Nine level-one undead humans slowly materialised, their entire skin reflecting that eerie darkness that made any living being's skin crawl.

But Ray didn't feel that way; it was as if he was more attuned to the dead already. There was no emotional fluctuation in him, even when he saw the darkness.

"I guess the mental image of that grim reaper-looking creature did help aside from increasing my mental image, huh," Ray muttered to himself.

"Go."

He started running in their direction.

"Did it hit, my brother?"

"Yes, it hit. However, he is coming towards us."

"What?"

Without waiting for the two to react, the person ran without looking back.

The two's eyes flickered as they also tried to run away.

At that moment, the door broke, and the splinters of the wood crashed into their backs, sending them hurtling through the air slamming into the walls.

"Do you think you can run away?"

Ray spoke lightly, his eyes locked on the window from which the guy had jumped out, and he also jumped out the next moment.

Like a tank when he landed on the ground, the earth seemed to tremble under his might.

The scout who had barely had run a distance away had a despair-filled face, but no matter how hard he regretted it, it was too late.

Ray casually grabbed him by the collar like a little bug and returned by jumping from the ground.

He reached the window from where he had jumped out and looked at the two people who were still licking their injuries.

"Hmm?"

Ray hurled the other one against the wall, nearly plastering him there, before casually sitting on the bed.

With a slump of his shoulders, he tossed the limp body of the red-haired woman onto the bed beside him.

He lay there lazily, as if he hadn't just effortlessly dealt with these three people.

"Now we can talk."

"Talk?"

One of them barely propped his hand against the wall, weakly leaning on it as he looked at Ray with unconcealed horror.

"Hey, hey, don't look at me like I'm some horrible monster." Ray's eyes flickered as he sank into the soft, comfy bed.

"I—"

"And who told you you can stand up?" Ray's voice was light.

But the man's entire back shuddered in fright, his legs trembling as he involuntarily sat down as if it was his survival instinct.

"Please don't kill me."

"You guys attacked me, and now you're making me look like I'm some kind of monster."