Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Dogfight
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Where to begin...
Out of that bunch, who's the top dog?
Obviously, it's that disgusting bastard openly raping a woman right in front of everyone.
Exhibitionist much? Raping her where everyone can see, like he's showing off or something?
What a fucking moron.
I put that guy to sleep first.
The top dog was pounding away at the woman when he suddenly went limp and collapsed onto her. The startled woman shoved him off.
As the boss hit the ground with a thud, Chinese Thug 1 rushed toward the woman yelling something, while Chinese Thug 2 headed for the boss.
The remaining nine looked shocked but held their positions.
What? They're more organized than I thought?
I put Thugs 1 and 2 to sleep too.
As those two collapsed mid-stride toward the woman and boss, Thugs 3 and 4 from the rest started moving toward the fallen pair, while the others drew knives on the kneeling Korean kids and started shouting noisily.
Alright, now the real fun begins.
I cast Sleep one by one on the six Chinese thugs guarding the Korean kids—Thugs 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10—in order, nice and slow.
My Sleep maxes out at three targets.
If I cast it on a fourth while three are already asleep, the one with the least time left wakes up forcibly.
Like jolting awake in class from a nap—the sleep vanishes, and you spring up.
You wake up fully, but the human body isn't perfect; you're a bit dazed for a fraction of a second to a full second.
I watched as Thugs 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10 collapsed one by one in front of the Koreans, only for 5 and 6 to stir and rise. The Korean kids flinched visibly.
Idiots! Fight back! You're not tied up or anything! Don't you have skills?
But those fools just stood there, assessing the situation.
I cast Sleep on 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10 again in order. That's when one finally caught on, sprang up, and lunged at a thug.
I don't know what he did, but one thug dropped dead and turned to light right away.
Seeing that, all four remaining Koreans jumped up and piled onto the thugs.
Melee chaos.
My chest felt tight, but I kept swapping targets, putting one to sleep at a time.
Focusing especially on the ones blatantly using skills.
Skills... I don't know if they're all the same.
But my Sleep skill? It drains stamina every time.
In a game, it'd be MP, but unfortunately, we don't have that.
So think of it as HP loss. One or two casts don't feel tiring, but chaining them definitely does.
For me, an insomniac, using Sleep on myself carves into my HP to force fatigue and sleep.
Probably the same for others. I'm nothing special.
One thug used a skill, and purple mist sprayed into a Korean kid's face.
That's poison, no doubt.
Funny thing—the poison hit the Korean and the thug next to him too. Both clutched their faces and collapsed, foaming at the mouth, twitching, then turning to light.
Whoa. Teamkill, nice. That poison damage is no joke.
Let that guy keep using his skill. He's cleaning house for me. Tang clan or whatever—doesn't matter. You're from the Sichuan Tang now.
Score now: three asleep, one woman, six vs. four.
A few other odd skills popped up.
One Korean got hit but activated his skill—a tree branch shot out from the nearby flower bed and wrapped around the thug beating him, strangling his neck.
Works on hard ground? What kind of skill is that? Tentacle play fetish?
But it worked—the strangled thug turned blue-faced and died without breaking free. 5 vs. 4.
Fuck. They fight like that, so why were they kneeling?
And why didn't those thug idiots restrain them? Pride or some shit. Fuck. Pride gets you killed.
A Korean kid's hand turned red and stabbed into a thug—hand sank right into his body, and the thug died.
Whoa, fuck. What skill is that? Brutal. Useless in practice, though.
Who the hell picks close-range skills? What's in their heads?
Now 4 vs. 4. Nice, even! Go team!
Some tried skills but they wouldn't fire—wrong conditions maybe—so they stuck to fisticuffs. Then the leader thug yelled and used one; the Korean tree-summoner's head flew clean off.
Fuck. What was that? One-shot decapitation? Leader's got game. Keep sleeping, you.
Leader suddenly collapsed again, and the rape victim grabbed a nearby rock and smashed his head.
Too weak, though—he didn't die. The impact woke him instead; he grimaced, clutching his head.
Ah... I just put him under. Now I gotta do it again.
I still had some stamina left for a few more casts, but just in case, I bought and chugged a Small Recovery Potion.
Meanwhile, a Korean bashed a thug with something shiny in his hand, killing him outright.
What skill was that? So many weird, useless ones out there.
Why do people pick such garbage skills?
Now the leader and two thugs asleep, three thugs and three Koreans plus one woman facing off.
Wait... what were their skills? Koreans: shiny weapon, red hand, one unknown. Thugs: Tang poison guy, that's it.
Why isn't the woman using hers? She got a crap one too?
The Koreans glanced at each other, then started backing away slowly.
Hm. Smart move. They think someone's helping, so sneak out while they can?
Smart, but can't let 'em. Hey, six thugs alone is too much for me.
And I don't wanna team up with you losers.
I put the girl to sleep.
She dropped, waking one thug—the leader, of course.
I Sleeped him quick, but his skill went off—a Korean's arm flew off.
"Gahhh!"
That scream kicked it off: three thugs plus the woken one charged the Koreans.
Let's see. Last Sleep on leader, so two more should do it?
I hit the two lead charging thugs; they faceplanted asleep. Now three asleep thugs, three healthy ones, three Koreans, one woman.
Eh, armless Korean and girl don't count much—call it 3 vs. 2?
Koreans backed up more, and I got why.
They wanted open sky.
A lightning bolt crashed down, frying the Tang guy.
Needs sky view to cast? Strong, but heavy limits.
No rapid fire either—next thug kicked him flying.
Meanwhile, armless kid writhed in pain, collapsed, twitched, and died.
Now 2 vs. 2, paired up in close-quarters brawls.
Smart. No lightning now.
Still no clue on the unused skills.
Must be useful or they wouldn't keep 'em... life skills?
Koreans were losing bad.
Thugs too savage? Getting one-sided beatdowns.
Girl grabbed whatever and charged a thug, but got tossed aside every time.
This rate, Koreans all die. But I stayed put.
Not worried about them.
About someone like me, hiding and watching.
This racket? Someone's gotta hear.
I step in only at the absolute end.
Even after it seems over, stay cautious.
That's me, the cowardly bastard.
Regrettably, the two Korean guys died.
One strangled, one beaten to death.
Sole survivor girl, terrified. Two thugs left, grinning like idiots.
Five thugs total. Too many.
If watchers are out there, now's their moment.
Thwack.
One thug's gut got pierced by rebar. He stared in disbelief and died.
Last thug smartly bolted inward, but rebar speared his leg.
He tumbled. Then rebar burst from his gut too.
The last awake thug turned to light, dropping a golden pouch.
Girl stared in shock, not grasping what happened.
"I'm coming out now, so don't attack us!"
A man's voice from the opposite side. Two guys emerged, hands up reassuringly, walking toward her.
Nice timing. But is Rebar Guy one of 'em? If he's still hidden and only these two came out, trouble.
They think the girl knocked everyone out.
Makes sense if they don't know about me.
"How'd you do that?"
"Huh?"
"Don't worry. We don't wanna hurt you. These assholes are Chinese, right?"
Yeah, no harm intended. Only a psycho like me kills women casually.
"We'll kill these too."
Without waiting for her reply, rebar erupted from the three sleeping thugs' guts.
Nice.
Situation's looking good.
Hey... test for more hiders?
I Sleeped Rebar Guy.
He dropped suddenly; his buddy yelled and tackled the girl.
"You fucking bitch!"
Girl squirmed under him as he pinned her, clawing to cover her mouth.
Hm... no one else? None? After all this noise, only two?
I scanned carefully.
Skills have range; need line of sight. Attackers must be nearby.
Just watchers can stay farther—no threat.
Getting spotted sucks, but whatever.
Leave 'em, and girl dies, so I Sleeped Mouth-Gag Guy too.
Big dude passed out on her; she grunted, wriggling free.
Really none? End it here?
Decided to watch a bit longer. Patient lurkers possible.