Chapter 206: Demon Mechanic (1/2)

”Huuuaaaa,”

With a yawn that resounded and echoed around the entire room, Ray slowly opened his lazy eyes, the blurriness in them beginning to fade away as he stared at the familiar sight of the bunk above him and the feeling of the softness of his bed and pillows underneath him.

It was like the first moments of calmness he had been given in many, many weeks. It was almost as if those never even happened, like they were only a nightmare as the last thing he remembered was going to sleep after being captured once again.

But, clearly seeing how he was in his current state, all healed like nothing happened, not at all in the nurse's room or locked up in a dungeon forced to manufacture capsules, he assumed that the only thing that could explain what had happened was to assume that it was a dream.

Trying to move his stiff and tired body, Ray sat up straight, stretching his arms wide that somehow felt much lighter than usual, hearing the sound of various cracks that came from his immense stiffness, almost like he was not even used to his own body which was odd yet not very concerning to him.

”Ray! You're finally awake! Glad to see that you're all right!” an extremely familiar voice sounded from his left, a voice of joy and calmness that he would never forget in a million years.

Slowly and calmly, he turned around to face the voice, addressing it in a warm yet casual tone, his vision still not completely cleared as he began to rub both of his eyes to help wake himself up.

”Yeah Alex, I'm awake, you wouldn't believe the nightmare I just had, it w-...”

Ray immediately bit his tongue, stopping his words in the middle of his sentence as soon as his vision became crystal and he was able to see the entire room.

He seemed to be in some sort of green bubble that now began turning yellow, something that he immediately recognized as belonging to Nags. Underneath this bubble were various puddles of flesh and black blood, knowing for some reason that they belonged to him. It almost seemed like he was some sort of guinea pig or lab rat.

When he looked up, he witnessed the worst sight of his life…

Moby, Alex, an extremely beautiful blue haired woman along with the enemies, Nags and Jason, all of them were sitting at their table, a mixture of different expressions on all of their faces as they all looked in his direction with devilish, almost predator-like eyes. It almost seemed like they were friends, a pack of wolves ready to hunt him down and tear him to shreds…

Had his dream not been a dream? Had he been betrayed, had his friends turned on him and joined the enemy by force? Or had they been against him the entire time? Why else would they have been acting so casual around each other? Had they used him for some sort of experimentation?

Nothing made sense as he stared at the scene with shaky eyes and a jittery mouth, his entire body unable to stand still.

Yet, despite all of that, he did not at all feel as much fear, nervousness, and lack of hope that he usually had. Instead, he felt some sort of odd rush of adrenaline that felt all too familiar yet obscure at the same time, a mellow, jittery smile appearing on his face as his brain began spinning in circles trying to think of what his next most logical move would be.

”Ray, calm down, I promise you that it's not what it looks like. You've got the wrong idea, I beat those two guys up and now they're my loyal slaves,” Moby calmly said with his arms crossed, a hint of satisfaction on his face, Nags and Jason unmoving and unaffected by Moby calling them both his loyal slaves.

Ray's shaky eyes grew even wider than before as his mind began spinning in overdrive. The Nags and Jason he knew would never have stayed quiet under any circumstance if anyone called them slaves, even if it was some sort of plan to trick him, he knew their pride would not allow them to.

Then, the memory of a purple-eyed figure comforting him before going unconscious now filled his mind as he began to slowly find truth in Moby's words.

However, that did not yet calm the unease and confusion in his soul, and what that clump of blood and flesh underneath him were doing, along with many, many unanswered questions that ravaged his mind and made him feel some sort of aching pain.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Moby disappeared from his spot at the table, leaving an afterimage in his wake as Ray was not able to follow his movements at all.

Before he knew it, he had been standing directly in front of him, dropping down to his eye level not even a meter apart.

Lifting his right arm out and opening his palm, Moby unleashed some sort of unknown purple vortex from his hand, aiming it directly under him, sucking up all the flesh and black blood that laid on the bottom of Nags's bubble, making it shatter in the process almost like it was nothing but glass, Ray staring at Moby in awe like he was some sort of all-mighty figure with his glowing, majestic royal purple eyes completely speechless at how he had just done that without the use of a storage ring.

In a serious yet warm voice, Moby focused his mighty gaze onto the clearly confused and distressed Ray, sending shivers down his spine yet making him feel strangely comforted at the same time.