Chapter 15: The Heart

Chapter 15: The Heart

"W-what should we do?" A person asked. He wasn't sure whether these were the same players, and they were just mind-controlled. Therefore, he wasn't sure whether they should be attacking them. Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

"Attack, haha!" Ramon laughed and slashed through one of the players' throats.

As he grinned, thinking that was already one kill, the wound on the throat mystically healed.

"Eh?"

The player growled like a wild animal, grabbed Ramon by his throat, and threw him with unimaginable strength across the room.

Ramon crashed into one of the pillars, leaving it slightly cracked, and fell to the ground with stinging pain.

Ptui—he spat blood off his mouth and saw that his health had received a dent.

[Ramon - HP: 28/50]

"Tch..." Ramon took out a few breads from his inventory and ate them greedily. His health started to slowly rise.

Parrish danced like a boxer around the female player, whose eyes looked hollow and lifeless. He then delivered quick jabs and powerful punches, breaking her nose and jaw.

However, all her wounds mystically recovered, and with a low growl, she lunged at Parrish and tackled him to the ground. She revealed her rotting teeth and bit down on his neck.

"Ugh, shouldn't we go on a date first?" Parrish laughed, grabbed her by the back of her neck, and tossed her off him.

However, she took a big bite of his flesh with her, munching on it like a delicious dish.

"Shit..." Parrish climbed back to his feet and saw his health take a hit.

[Parrish - HP: 25/50]

At that moment, Hannibal appeared behind the female player and chopped off her arm.

As the arm landed on the ground, tendrils grew out of its stump and reconnected with the female player's shoulder. She looked as good as new, once again.

"Damn, can these things even be killed?" Hannibal thought out loud with a chuckle.

The female player growled and lunged after Hannibal, who quickly docked out of the way and slashed through her abdomen. However, that wound also healed within seconds.

Donald, Niko, and Luke attacked a player whose face looked angry and launched their attacks. They managed to deal with lots of wounds on its body, but every wound healed mysteriously.

A small distance away, Samuel and Fama worked together against the blond-haired player, whose face was pale and lifeless. They managed to hack down its legs, but they grew back almost immediately.

A short distance away, Ramon faced the well-toned player, who managed to throw him effortlessly across the room.

But then a sword pierced through the well-toned player's chest. As he turned around to see who stabbed him, he saw pale-faced Seth holding his steel shortsword.

The well-toned player growled and slapped Seth away, as if he were swatting a fly.

At that moment, Ramon, Parrish, and Hannibal approached him with deadly intentions.

"Well, well, what are you planning?" Ramon asked with a laugh and swung his machete at Adam.

Adam quickly blocked the machete with his shield but let out a loud groan as the force of the blow sent him sliding backward.

Hannibal looked through the crack, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Yo, there is some kind of fucking heart in there!"

"Ohoh." Ramon looked at Adam with a grin. "I wonder who told you about that, huh?"

A distance away, Seth's eyes widened in surprise while he was cleaning the blood off his face.

'My brother didn't mention that. Wait, was he not part of the boss fight? D-did he wait for others to kill the boss for him?'

"A heart?" Donald's eyes narrowed with greed as he finished killing the last remaining possessed player.

Everyone gathered around the crack and looked at each other with narrowed gazes—the heart was completely defenseless, and it looked like an easy kill.

However, who would be able to get the last hit?

"Argh!" Adam lunged forward and tackled Hannibal with his shield, sending him tumbling to the ground.

"You bastard!" Ramon screamed.

As Parrish threw a punch at Adam, he quickly blocked it with his shield and plunged the pitchfork deep inside Parrish's gut.

"Ugh!" Parrish coughed up blood and saw his health fall dangerously low.

[Parrish - HP: 2/50]

"R-Ramon, quick!" Parrish screamed.

Ramon hacked the machete down at Adam, but he quickly blocked it with the shield and slammed his foot deep inside his gut.

"Ugh!" Ramon stumbled down to the ground with a loud groan—he felt like all the wind was knocked out of his body.

Adam pulled out the pitchfork from Parrish's body.

[-1 HP]

Parrish fell to his knees and saw another health point leave, leaving him with only one. He reached out to his inventory, wanting to grab one of his foods to restore his health.

However, Adam then swung his pitchfork and slashed through his throat.

Parrish's eyes widened in shock, and he fell to the ground—dead.

A silence fell among the players as they watched the scene unfold.