258 Who Are You? 2 (1/2)

Even though the woman pleaded for her life so much, the bearded man did not hear her out and only continued shooting at her.

Two bullets lodged in her ribs, one in the mouth, one in each of her joints... The final outcome was quite bloody and disgusting to look at. The contrast of the beautiful fair skin and disheveled blonde hair to the red stuff spilled all over her was so unsightly and stomach-churning.

'Hehe, obviously? Her heart is repeatedly grazed, no, struck squarely, by bullets. Who knows if an atrium or ventricle has been blown up? Oops, that sounds very scary and deadly.'

The half-host made a face that was not appropriate for his age.

However, the girl was too busy teetering the thin boundary of life and death to pay the demon, him, any attention. The pain was hellish, so to say, and it was hardly keeping her awake. For numerous times, Maila felt like giving up and listening to the devil inside her brain that never stopped dictating her to just succumb forever to death and darkness.

'Just die, Maila. The void of nothingness or even the burning hell governed by the Lord of Devils was a better place than Earth. You have suffered enough,' it whispered to her in a sweet voice.

At that moment, the image of the bulky bearded man wrapped in all black appeared in her sight. Everything seemed to be in a slow-mo. Seeing the bullet headed straight to her brain, she stupidly and self-mockingly thought, '... Ah. The grim reaper's face is so ordinary and boring. If it's only at the level of my dream husband, Mr. Meyer... I would die without any discontent...'

When she closed her eyes, it was when she resigned to her fate. An angry voice echoed in the darkness that fell to, but by that time, Maila had already labeled it as something none of her goddamn business. Anything from the world of the living was now officially out of her interest.

...

”What do you think you're doing!!!?”

That furious growl seemingly coming from an angered beast shook the whole rented apartment down its foundation. The middle-aged man standing with one arm extended forward, a handgun with weirdly elongated barrel grasped by his fingers. His eyes narrowed at the bullet that suddenly stopped mid-air and at the hand that appeared to stop it.

”A teleporter?”

Alarmed, he blinked his narrowed eyes and repeatedly pulled the trigger. The silencer was on, plus the room was soundproofed by the system so even though faint sounds of gunshots reverberated, it didn't leave the confine of the place.

”Bang! Bang!”

In front, the figure of a tall and fairly muscle-bodied young man appeared, revealed by a white smoke that shrouded the woman out of nowhere.

”Heh?” The older-looking man between the two let out a surprised gasp. As a lower-leveled host though, he surprisingly did not step back or started escaping after confirming that the newly arrived opponent was a Teleporter.

”Damn you!” A barrier popped out of nowhere. When the smoke vanished from their sight, the pervert system user who had been visiting Amelia Morgan's bedroom every night was revealed gently embracing the unconscious and hardly alive blonde woman. Considering his stinky reputation even amongst core members, his gentleness and careful handling of Maila's body was very puzzling and surprising.

The other man laughingly took in the great hate seeping out of the barely dressed man. He even waved a hand at him playfully. ”Hello. I supposed you are this woman's lover or host backer? May I know your name?”

The baritone voice coming out of his throat deepened the hatred incurred by Maila's state in Gu Yimu's heart. Or actually, it was the mocking laughter accompanying that deep voice that triggered that overflowing hate.

The younger man never had good self-control, hence, before the annoying laughter died down, Gu Yimu had already thrown several poisoned syringes and needles at the enemy. The speed those tricky hidden weapons traveled in the air was so fast, showcasing how much strength someone at Level 5 possessed.

”F*ck you, Chris Meyer. Die! Die!!! DIE!!!” Killing intent surged out of his body, threatening to drown the house.

”Eh? So those from Country F are already investigated. Sounds bad then. But what's with your attacks? Didn't you know, you're not the only one with access to the shop and inventory?”

Gu Yimu's red-filled vision enabled him to clearly see 'Chris' getting stabbed by all the needles and sharp stuff he threw. For a person who voiced out disdain towards his move, the other oddly took the attacks head-on.

Of course, he was not foolish to believe that! Not if the groaning man before him looked to be a fake summoned from who-knows-where!

'That bloody body-swap skills and teleportation? Damn, what a rich spoiled brat!'

At the same time that he began looking around for the enemy, he withdrew the black round item which would allow system users to teleport a non-host with them. Needless to say, he planned to use it to the sole non-host in the place.

'No matter where he is, the task now is to withdraw from here and bring Julia to safety.'

”Boo! Hahahahaha!”

When Gu Yimo followed the direction of the voice, he found the opponent widely smiling at him sitting atop the round table like somebody squatting inside a toilet room for a dump. His distance from the childish middle-aged man was only three meters. Only three meters.

Looking back to the other 'Chris' who got turned into a porcupine, the man in a black bathrobe clutched the black device tightly then probingly asked, ”Apparently, my sources are wrong, huh? The internationally acknowledged Starlight actor Chris Meyer is actually not a mere Level 3 host that any Level 5 and above can squish into a pulp with one finger. Discovering you're a Teleporter, it was a shocker indeed!”

”Eh? Chris Meyer? Hahahahaha!”

The cluster of lights started to scatter onto Gu Yimu and the woman he called in his mind Julia. However, amidst that, the face of the man from the organization darkened. It was not due to the other's weird laughter when he said his own name, but the sudden unspeakably heavy feeling that weighed down on him.

Space was locked! He could feel it, and this realization sent dreadful chills to his brain and spine.

'Damn! That annoying item again!'

”Cough! Cough!”

Seeing the worsening state of the blonde girl, the redness in his eyes deepened. The shade of red was only a pigment away from bloody red, signifying that he had already gone berserk. He was so angry! Words were not enough to describe it anymore!