Chapter 337

Chapter 337

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 337 – Mating Room (5)

Vikir pushed Sinclaire back.

“How much mist have you consumed?”

Sinclaire was in such a daze that she couldn’t even answer basic questions.

‘Her body temperature has recovered adequately anyway. She’ll come to her senses if left alone.’

Vikir laid Sinclaire on the floor, extinguished the fire, and stepped outside the cave.

To his surprise, he saw two enormous clawed hands piercing through the darkness of the ceiling.

Hands covered in blue scales. They must belong to the owner of this breeding room.

-Ding!

[Owner of the breeding room wishes to check the condition of the specimens]

[Targets: Human 1 ()]

[Targets: Human 2 ()]

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An unpleasant notification tone chimed.

Kugugugugu...

The shadow cast by the blue hand approached Vikir.

While one hand merely circled above the ceiling, it seemed to be searching for Sinclaire hiding somewhere beneath the layers.

‘I can’t just leave them like this.’

Vikir drew his sword.

The surface of Beelzebub emitted a sticky red aura, dripping droplets.

...Flash!

The sharp thrust flew like an arrow and struck the blue hand.

Ting-

The aura embedded in the blue scales sparked countless sparks as if iron clashed against iron.

But still, the hand seemed to only flinch slightly, showing no apparent fatal injury.

Kugugugugu...

Now, the hand that was searching for Sinclaire joined forces to capture Vikir.

The two hands swiftly surrounded Vikir, pushing him in one direction.

Enough was enough; Vikir pulled out all the candies from his pocket.

[Vikir]

-LV: 1 (%)

-Nicknames: ‘Rat Hunter’, ‘Hell’s Dogmaster’, ‘Bloodsoaked jade flower lumberjack’, ‘Majin Executioner’, ‘Killer of the Black Seas’ (NEW)

-Stats

↳Strength: 300

↳Agility: 300

↳Health: 300Foolloow new stories at novelhall.com

↳Physical Resistance: 1

↳Magic Resistance: 1

↳Reflexes: 1

Until now, Vikir had been saving up the candies of agility, and by consuming them all, his three basic stats were now equalized at 300 each.

“It targeted the precipitation device above.” Every time the hand came and went, Vikir could clearly see it. The sight revealed with each clearing of darkness.

It was a peculiar-looking contraption, presumably serving as the outlet for releasing rainfall from above.

“Whether it’s a device to suppress fires within the breeding room or simply to lower the body temperature by causing rain, I don’t know. However...”

Vikir surveyed his surroundings as the torrential rain poured relentlessly.

“The only certain means of escape from this place.”

The sawdust began to swell as it absorbed water. However, far more water poured down than the sawdust could absorb.

Gurgling... Splish-

Naturally, water started to fill up within the breeding room. Wheels, water buckets, food bowls, and more began to float on the rising water.

‘Now that the hand has vanished, it’s time to rescue Sinclaire.’ Vikir leaped towards the raised platform where he had set up the sawdust pit.

And at that moment...

Thud!

Vikir felt a terrifying shock pressing down on his entire body. The weight bearing down on him as if it would crush him came from the blue hand, the Demonic Dragon’s fist that he thought had disappeared! Seeing the fist instead of the hand striking down, it seemed there was no affection whatsoever towards the specimens.

“Well, at least I managed to sting him a bit, so there won’t be any visible marks.” Vikir gritted his teeth and got up.

Gurgling...

The Demonic Dragon’s fist gradually pushed upward. However...

Thud! Eventually, the second hand that emerged came swooping down. This time, Vikir couldn’t resist at all.

Crackling!

The sounds of muscles and veins in his lower body bursting and breaking were deafening, hopefully, a shield protected him from deadly damage. Fortunately, the ground was soaked with water and sawdust, so he could avoid becoming a bloodied mess.

[Human. If it weren’t for me, what would you have done?] Decarabia, blocking the fist, sneered arrogantly.

“...”

But Vikir had no energy to retort. The muscle fibers and veins in his lower body were constantly tearing and reconnecting due to the power of the Basilisk, fueled by mana. And with Decarabia consuming so much mana, there was no guarantee how long he could maintain this defensive shield.

‘...Should I have invested the remaining stats in strength instead of agility?’ But if he had done that, he wouldn’t have been able to seize even this opportunity. He wouldn’t have been able to avoid the combined assault of the two hands in the first place.

So Vikir gritted his teeth and pushed Decarabia’s shield with all his might, pouring his entire strength into it. And in response, the Demonic Dragon also exerted force with both hands, trying to crush Vikir.

“There’s no other choice.”

Vikir decided to resort to his last resort. The Picaresque Mask. He would use it to transform into a dog, evade the Demonic Dragon’s gaze, return to the cave with Sinclaire, and escape the breeding room while the water rose.

To do so, he needed to avoid the Demonic Dragon’s fist, pressing down with force enough to crush his body. He also needed to rescue Sinclaire from potentially drowning inside the cave...

Just as Vikir was about to put the mask on his face, “Brother?”

A voice that should not be heard at this moment. Sinclaire, who extended her head out of the sawdust pit ahead, was wide-eyed.

Not archery, but swordsmanship. An aura burning with intensity. And a mask covering his face.

Sinclaire’s body began to tremble uncontrollably once again. It wasn’t due to her body temperature this time.

“No, no. Brother? No, right?”

But Vikir didn’t respond to Sinclaire’s desperate denial.

Gurgling!

The Demonic Dragon’s fist pressing down on him.

Vikir also had to make a choice.

Tell the truth, or not?

And at that crossroads, Vikir had always pursued a pragmatic answer.

“...Yes.”

Vikir’s dry voice echoed in the damp atmosphere.

A single word, mercilessly shaking Sinclaire’s pupils, finally escaped Vikir’s lips.

“I am Night Hound.”

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]