Book 6: Chapter 202

Book 6: Chapter 202

A severed hand peacefully floated in the air, its fingers pointing towards the ground, swaying slightly as it moved forward, almost as if it were still attached to someones wrist. Speaking of wrists, the severed hands stump was jagged, seemingly cut from both sides during its detachment. The hand was vibrant, its skin practically glowing with health despite being just a severed limb with no blood circulation. Not too far away from the hand, a dwarf was sitting on a curb, drinking from a bottle hidden within a brown, paper bag. The dwarf stared at the hand as it floated past, a puzzled expression on the short persons face.

The severed hand stopped and turned before extending itself towards the dwarf for what seemed to be a handshake. The drunken dwarf furrowed his brow. What in the poor-tasting prank is this? he asked but held out his hand anyway, giving the severed limb a handshake. Buddy, are you invisible?

The dwarfs eyes widened as the hand accelerated upwards, dragging the drunken dwarf several meters into the sky. Wait! the dwarf shouted as he ascended past the tops of the buildings within the fiftieth floor. Dwarves arent meant to be this high up! He desperately clung onto the hand, grabbing it with both arms, but the severed hand jerked and flung the dwarf away, causing him to scream as he fell from the sky. Before he could hit the ground, something crunched and caught him.

Whoa, there, an unfamiliar voice that sounded like rocks grinding together said.

The dwarf turned to the side towards his savior and froze upon seeing a rabbit skull grinning at him, looking down into his eyes with its hollow sockets. The dwarf remained frozen as the rabbit skeleton tugged on a bony leg underneath his body, retrieving the bits that had been crushed by the dwarf. As it did so, the rabbit skeleton looked up into the air at the floating severed hand. The dwarf stared with a blank expression as the rabbit skeleton lifted him and retrieved a tall, brown boot from underneath him as well.

The hand flailed, flinging the viscous liquids covering it everywhere. As it flailed, it crashed into buildings, trees, and the ground, leaving a trail of devastation. Eventually, the severed hand stopped flailing. Then, it grabbed at the earth, breaking through a rock and crumbled the handful of stone and soil within its palm. It rolled around in the hole it made, using the help of dirt to remove the remaining sticky traces left on its skin.

Hyeonnam Tokki gulped. Anything that treated the ground as if it were paper was something he didnt want to fight. The hand was slender and not particularly muscular, but it packed a punch. Ouyang Feng was the name of the Martial Lord, and his habit of showing more skin than necessary was well-known throughout the tower thanks to the popularity of Geimeo cards. If the severed hand could slap Ouyang Feng around, then the severed hand could slap Hyeonnam Tokkis bones apart in a single hit. Even if he was an undead, itd be hard to piece himself back together if his limbs disintegrated.

Then, Hyeonnam Tokkis gaze shifted towards the accursed elf who had made him into the skeletal abomination wearing its own fur he was today. His skull shrank into his shoulder bones, and he remained as still as possible, but it was for naught.

Oh? Lindyss asked, raising her head and turning it to look at the skeletal rabbit. If it isnt Hyeonnam Tokki. I was wondering which summon of mine I sensed.

If Hyeonnam Tokki still had eyes, tears wouldve come out.