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blood loss rather than the poison surging throughout his body, which wasn’t a reassuring thought in Vicirus’s mind. 

“Wait, I’ll give you the treasure if you keep me alive!” He exclaimed, his eyes darting away from Blade.

Blade shook his head before raising Hunger high into the air. “Too late.” He coldly responded.

“For you!” Vicirus said, grinning. He opened his mouth, showing an explosive being held in place with his teeth. “You’re dead,” he said through his teeth.

Blade smirked, frightening Vicirus. “That’s funny… because it won’t go off.” He said before swinging downward, striking into his chest and cutting through like a knife through butter. Vicirus howled in pain as Blade repeated this tactic to many other parts of his body, destroying it without care for the explosive.

“W-Why? It will kill you!” Vicirus asked.

“Because it’s soaked in your saliva. It’s worth nothing, but… your death worth’s something.” Blade muttered, grinning. He stood on Vicirus’s neck with Hunger raised. “Goodbye.” He said before allowing gravity to take the lead. Hunger sliced through Vicirus’s head, cracking his skull with ease. Vicirus was killed without any mercy and disgraceful, something that the other T-Savages would be angry at. They would seek revenge for Vicirus’s death. Soon.

Blade turned to face the others, all stunned at his feat. “Ha! This guy gave you so much-” He started before he was knocked unconscious by the drawback by using his skill. It took too much mana from him, draining him and nearly killing him on the spot. He collapsed on top of Vicirus, sprawled over his chest. He wasn’t dead but tiptoed towards that line. Even so, they were two pieces closer to their plan as Rock discovered the treasure to be a piece of Eden. They needed four pieces until they could separate. Live their own lives and venture on their own plan. They yearned for it… and it would soon arrive for them. Freedom was getting closer to them. It was only a matter of time.

Episode 66 "The Lost Hunter {MP}"

“Henry, leave the chickens alone,” Ross told his trusted dog, a German shepherd with a beautiful black and brown coat. Henry was chasing after a few chickens, finding satisfaction in watching them run from him and try to flap their wings and fly. Unfortunately, they couldn’t so they continued to flap their wings and run away. 

“Henry, heel!” Ross exclaimed. Henry stopped chasing the chickens and sprinted towards Ross. He quickly reached his owner, sitting at his side. 

“Good boy,” Ross said, taking out a plastic bag of treats. The bag had a fifth of treats left. He handed a treat to Henry, watching as he devoured the eraser-shaped treat in one bite, before heading to his house - a two-story farmhouse.

As he neared it, he felt the gentle breeze flow over him. He grinned as he raised his straw-filled hat over his eyes. “Henry… the wind says that it’ll be a good day.”

Ross continued forward, entering his house. Henry followed at his side, joining him as he headed into the dining room, passing through the living room in the process. 

Ross sat down at the largest of the chairs, at the head of the dining room table. In front of him is a newspaper and a mug, half-filled with coffee. 

He raised the mug to his lips, taking small sips, before resting it on the table. He then picked up the newspaper and began reading through its contents.

“I can’t believe that the early 2020s were as chaotic as it was.” He muttered to himself. “Huh? Gas used to be that expensive?”

Henry sat at the side of the table, resting his head on his front paws. He closed his eyes while Ross went through his daily script. 

“All these reports about the presidential debate are very interesting. Some of them sound like the people involved have no idea what they’re talking about, right Henry?” He asked, looking down at Henry, who had raised his head at the sound of his name. “I can’t believe that we used to live in that time… when everything was… better.” He said with a happy grin. “Those days were like Heaven, weren’t they boy?”

A rattle of knocks caught Ross off-guard. He stood up, as quickly as his 68-year-old self could. Henry was in better condition, springing up and sprinting to the door. Ross followed, taking significantly longer to reach it. 

He peered through a peephole to see who was on the other side. A pale-skinned teenager was standing on the other side, appearing frantic and desperate. She rattled her knuckles on the door once more before looking around. As if somebody was chasing her and she was afraid to let them catch her. 

Ross furrowed his brows before turning away from the door, peering out of a nearby window. The teenager was the only person that he could see. With this, he decided to open the door, catching the teenager off-guard.

“Sir!” She exclaimed. “Please let me inside!”

Ross tilted his head. “I’m sorry… who are you, miss?”

“They’re after me! Please they’re going to find me soon!” She cried.

“Who?” He asked. However, he already knew the answer.

“The demons. They massacred my village then burned it to the ground. I’m the only survivor. Please save me!”

Ross took a step outside and looked around. There were no demons anywhere he could see. It was only trees, grass, and a single dirt road. 

He furrowed his brows, a crease on his forehead becoming apparent. “I… Fine, come inside.” He said as he took a step back inside, moving to the side. She walked inside, thanking him several times before he closed the door. 

He turned around to face the brunette girl, finding Henry licking her. He was wagging his tail, happy to see anybody else than Ross. 

“You’re never that happy with me, Henry.” He remarked.

“I’m sorry?” The girl asked.

Ross waved her off. “Don’t worry about it. Anyways… how far are the demons?”

“M-Maybe a few minutes. Maybe more. I’m not sure.”

“Well… hurry up. They’re going to be here soon, I’m sure of it.” He said, motioning for her to follow him. She complied, being led farther into the house with Henry walking alongside her. 

They reached Ross’s bedroom, entering it and heading for a collection of IKEA closets against one of the four beige walls. One closet was larger than the others while the others were smaller.

Ross moved to the smallest closet, being the same size as him at around 5’10. He opened the closet, finding clothes packed away in an organized way. 

“W-What are you doing?” She asked.

“Hiding you. You’re a demon’s target, so they’ll check everywhere.” He told her as he went into the closet and flipped a lever hidden by the clothes, at the bottom right corner. He then stepped back, easily moving the closet like a door on a hinge. The closet moved to the right, revealing a hole in the wall. The hole was the same size as the closet and wide enough to fit both Ross and Henry if needed. 

“Go inside, I’ll tell you when they leave.” He told her.

The girl hesitated, deciding on whether or not to trust the man in front of her. He allowed her inside with very little hesitation and now demanded that she hide in a hole in a wall. It appeared sketchy to her, but she had no other option when she heard a loud knock on the front door. It was then followed by a demon’s deep voice. 

“Ross! Open this door!” It growled.

The girl’s eyes widened as she realized that the demons had caught up to her. She dove into the hole, watching as Ross sealed it with the closet. 

“I’ll be back.” He told her before he headed to the front door, Henry in tow. 

The girl nodded before realizing that he couldn’t see her. She couldn’t see anything in the darkness of the hole. She tried to stretch her legs but there wasn’t much space to stretch or to sit as her long legs bumped into the back of the closet. She retracted her legs, hoping that the sound didn’t alert the demon. 

Meanwhile, Ross reached the door to find it smashed in. The red-skinned demon entered the house, followed by another demon, this one a mix of red and black. Both demons stared at Ross with accusing eyes.

“Was that necessary?” He asked them.

“Yes.” One responded.

The other nodded his head. “We need a girl.”

“Aren’t there many in your race.” 

The second demon scowled at him. “Runaway human girl.”

“Well that’s different, isn’t it.”

“We don’t need your remarks, Ross. What we need is the runaway. Are you hiding her?” The first demon asked.

“I’m not, but you can check around.” He told them.

“We’ll take you on your offer.” The first demon said. He walked deeper into the living room, being shadowed by the second demon. 

“Well, it’s not like I can stop you from entering, right?”

“It looks like you’re understanding society more and more.” 

“Well… Can I ask why you’re looking for this girl? She killed a demon or something?” He asked, probing for information.”

The first demon shook his head as he entered the dining room. The second demon looked around but couldn’t see anything of importance.

“Can’t say, Ross. Otherwise, I’ll have to kill you and your dog.” He threatened.

“Well, neither of us wants that, right?” Ross asked with a snarky grin. 

“Yeah, there aren’t that many humans left so I would prefer to keep your species alive. However, not everyone deserves to live.” The first demon said as he entered the kitchen. He scanned the room, checking in the obvious spots under the table, inside cabinets, and behind any shades or televisions. He couldn’t find the girl in any of the spots.

“Hakai, check the bedrooms.” The first demon ordered. Hakai complied, going to the first of two small bedrooms. 

The first demon, meanwhile, entered the bathroom, quickly inspecting the room before heading to Ross's bedroom. He passed by a small dog bed before inspecting the closets, behind shades, and under the bed. 

He tried the closets first, fishing through the thick layer of clothes until he inspected the entire inside of the closet. He then moved to the next one, doing the same but getting the same results. He then tried the third one and then the fourth one before looking over his shoulder at Ross.

“Why five closets?” He asked.

“They were from my marriage. I can’t bear to throw them out.” He answered.

The demon nodded, turning his focus back on the closets. He tried the fifth one, the smallest, and did the same inspection as the others. He checked it, finishing faster than the others.

He turned around and began to walk away, but stopped when he heard a bump sound followed by a sharp intake. He turned to face the fifth closet, furrowing his brows. He approached the closet. He then heard the same sound again, but now it came from Ross.

“Sorry,” Ross said as he showed the demon that his foot bumped into a dresser. “I accidentally hit it.”

The demon squinted his eyes, staring at Ross for a few seconds. He then relented, turning to focus on his next target. He looked behind the long sand-colored shades that extended from the top of the windows to the ground. 

He checked every shade before looking under the bed. No fearful eyes stared back at him, only the wall from the