Chapter 38: "Run, Jonathan!"

Chapter 38: "Run, Jonathan!"

"Your target is me, and you've been tracking me all the way. Before you started following me, you had already been monitoring my residence. You even chose to strike where there are no shadows. When did you learn about me?" The hunter flicked the blood off his kitchen knife, and from behind the comical children's sunglasses, a pair of eyes brimming with killing intent gazed at him. "Do you have super abilities? Did you learn about me through your superpowers?"

Semanuick's courage shattered at the hunter's sharpness, and he scrambled to his feet.

"Run, run slowly, and I'll kill you slowly," the hunter's mood was especially terrible, and he was more irritable than ever. "You made me pull a knife in broad daylight and prevented me from being a law-abiding citizen. I'm going to slaughter you ten thousand times."

This intersection was newly built and had less traffic. At noon, there were no people around, but a surveillance camera was overhead, and Semanuick didn't know if it was working.

Just as Semanuick struggled to his feet, the hunter kicked him down again. Every time Semanuick tried to get up, the hunter kicked him down, repeating this several times. If he tried to run fast, the hunter would stab him, slowing him down. The hunter would slash his waist and legs if he tried to fight back with his knife.

He ran tens of meters, zigzagging from the middle of the road to the roadside, leaving a trail of blood for tens of meters.

Semanuick's psychological defenses crumbled completely. His face was swollen and bruised, and his body was simultaneously healing and accumulating new wounds.

"Just kill me quickly! Kill me!" Semanuick clutched his head and broke down. "Stop torturing me!"

"Why are you asking me to kill you? Aren't you afraid of dying?" The hunter hesitated. "You're not really unafraid of dying, are you?"

Semanuick: "???"

What kind of monster was this man? How could he be so perceptive?

Semanuick stopped struggling and running, knowing he still had chances to respawn. When time rewound, everything would start again, and he would still have the opportunity to start over.

Semanuick clenched his knife, wanting to decisively slit his throat and restart suicide, but as soon as he moved, the hunter kicked his knife away. The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.

"Is it because you've been driven mad by so-called gods that you're not afraid of dying, or are you just naturally unafraid?" The hunter mused to himself. "Never mind, it's broad daylight, and I shouldn't prolong this too much... You really picked a good time and place... I can't find a more appropriate way to handle this."

At any moment, someone might arrive. On one side of the road was a small park with a fountain. The fountain wasn't spraying water, but water was accumulated in the pool, half a person high.

But Diema screamed, "Run, Jonathan!"

It was over!

Semanuick felt the hairs on his neck stand up. In the next second, the hunter's figure appeared. His body passed through the wall, teleporting twice in a blink of an eye to Semanuick's side. He raised his leg and struck with his knee, causing a clear cracking sound in Semanuick's jaw!

The hunter was unarmed, fighting with bare hands, targeting Semanuick's eyes and temples. Even without weapons, Semanuick was no match for him. He tried to escape, jumping out the window.

Diema's room was on the third floor, not high enough for the fall to be fatal. The hunter, however, went to the living room, grabbed a fruit knife, and followed Semanuick out the window. The window was on the shadowy side of the building, and the hunter used the shadows to teleport safely to the ground. He quickly caught up to Semanuick, plunging the fruit knife precisely into the gap in his spine, paralyzing his entire body.

Three meters ahead was a pool. At first sight of the pool, Semanuick knew how he would die this time—drowning.

As expected, the hunter threw him into the pool.

The fifth death.

Semanuick woke up on Friday morning. There was a limit to the number of times he could die and be reborn, and as he continued to die, his respawning interval grew shorter. If his resurrection and death time coincided, he would be dead forever.

He would have to wait for the next seven days, when the cycle reset, to use this ability again.

Semanuick was like an enraged bull, panting heavily. He paced erratically, muttering to himself, praying to his god and cursing the hunter.

He didn't want to flee, but the reality was that he always ended up running away from the hunter, which humiliated him.

"It's because I'm not strong enough..." Semanuick murmured. He could easily kill ordinary people, but not the killing machine that was the hunter.

Semanuick knelt and prayed, "Great and merciful lord, if I offer you more sacrifices, can you grant me the power to kill my enemy?"

The god didn't respond.

The help the god could give him was limited; the god's power couldn't all descend upon him.

Semanuick's eyes turned completely bloodshot. "A gun..." he thought, "If I had a gun, just one gun... I could kill him. No... killing him is not enough; I want to kill everyone connected to him!"