Chapter 43 - The Don and The Hidden Boss of Dark Scily Forest 4 (1/2)
Inside the forest, Hermes was running away from the mad Tamer named Arak. He's luckily survived any attempted magical shots coming out from him.
”Kid, you have nowhere to go. Surrender and meet your maker,” Arak demanded as he cast an ice arrow to his target.
The young Don dodged the first and second arrow, and he ducked his head before the last one hit him.
”Why are you running? Why are you running away, huh? Where's your confidence now, huh? Y'know that you won't be able to escape. You're just making it harder for me to end your misery with ease,” Arak complained, a cast another magic after the cooldown. ”Because I don't want to die, you f.u.c.kin' idiot!” Hermes answered, hasty.
”I'm very glad, so glad that you decide to face me again. You dare to use that pitiful girl as a shield. Have a shame, you f.u.c.kin' rascal. Just die!”
Hermes jumped down bushes and hid behind the trunk of the huge tree. A large explosion of ice burst into the forest, creating a large crater in the place where it hit.
He heaved a deep breath and exhaled. Then, he resumed his escape.
”Shit, this guy is really mad. How much does he loathe me?” Hermes asked himself.
”Where are you now, Hermes? Come out, come out, you want to play hide and seek? Then, I'll play along. In the count of three, you need to dodge this attack, okay? One, two ― three!” his magic destroyed the huge rock next to his side.
Dust of smoke covered the area, and Arak washed it away with his magic.
”Hey, old man. Haha, you missed,” Hermes mocked.
Arak's vein popped out from his forehead, and he rolled his eyes right and left to search for his current position.
”Child, show yourself. Fight me like a man. Is this how you fight?” he asked, angrily. ”Well, yeah. You just realize it now? How pathetic,” Hermes responded, sarcastically.
”W, What did you say? I'm Arak. Arak the Great Tamer. No one has ever tried to insult me like that before. Nobody dares to mock my abilities, never before. Ever. You know why? Because there are all dead. Death is the only price for my enemies. Be grateful, child. Take this honor today. You've achieved to climb up to the top one on the blacklist. Hermes Archnemesis, the last Don of the Archnemesis clan. Your death should be the end of your generation. Died because of his insulting remarks to the Great Tamer of Scily Island. How shameful, how sinful. This is how it would end,” he chuckled and covered his face with excitement.
”Oh my, you're really desperate, old man,” Hermes wrinkled his eyes as he heard his speech.
”Shut your f.u.c.k.i.n.g mouth, Hermes. One more word, I will not only cut your limbs in half, but I will tear your sharp tongue into pieces,” Arak demanded. ”Oh, really? Then, try it,” Hermes challenged, standing up from his spot and ran away.
Arak screamed in a rage after he spotted him.
”Shut the f.u.c.k up! [Gaius Sentos!]” he seethed, a powerful spell that could turn anything into ice but anything it touch melted because of its sulfuric composition and chemical reaction.
All of his surroundings got frozen in an instant. Then, everything disappeared like nothing, leaving only an open area with nothing but to no avail. Hermes noticed the environment ain't safe to stay further, so he ran away for the fourth time before he found his position.
However, Arak noticed his presence after he inadvertently made a noise by stepping the rotten stick.
”There you are. Come here, you motherf.u.c.ker!” Arak followed him.
He used his dash spell to reach him. With that incredible speed, he almost grabbed his neck, but thanks to his slimes' ability, he easily dodged his assault.
Arak clicked his tongue, and he cast his ice magic again to kill him. However, the young Don slid down on the slope before the arrows hit him. This kind of failure only made him frustrated.
”Just how long will you run away from your death? Just die,” he badgered, shooting him with spiral frozen bullets.
His powerful spell could penetrate a metal barrier, and no one could escape from it. But to his surprise, the young Don easily dodged it like he's already seen the pattern of his attacks.
”Not only your body is aging, but also your attacks. This kind of assault is just a child's play for me. Anything else to show up?” Hermes bantered.
”Why you little piece of shit still moving? Why? Just f.u.c.kin' die like my victims. Take this, and this. F.u.c.k this!”
The more he shot him, the more Hermes incredibly showed up his athleticism. All of his efforts from the beginning of his training came to fruition.
Not to mention, the young Don had a useful item called the slime which enhanced his agility and stamina. In the present common sense, every man who dreamed to have this would envy his position and they reluctantly called him a cheater.
It's a shame that he wasn't that overpowered transmigrator like the other characters in the Isekai novels, but he's apathetic about it. Not everyone was blessed with powers and born lucky.
If you're a weak and pathetic fool, then you had to work hard.
If you felt useless and stupid, then you must study the fundamentals of life and survival.
If you're lack of power and strength, exercise your body. Dream big, they said.
'The world is unfair, and I hate it. Those f.u.c.kin' geniuses and billionaires are so f.u.c.kin' annoying. These maniacs who are trying to kill me and destroy the plot are so f.u.c.kin' tiresome,' Hermes declared inside his mind.
The world didn't revolve in one person, and that's the reality of the life they said.
You didn't have to push yourself to get accepted, but all you had to do was follow your heart.
In other words, you had to adapt but try to maintain your status quo mentality.
'I don't know how to beat this guy. I don't have Justin and that f.u.c.kin' black attendant. In other words, I don't have a choice but to use it,' Hermes grimaced.
If you're not blessed with cheat ability, you must use your brain.
You didn't have to beat the enemies by yourself. Use the environment as your weapon, and you had to grasp enough knowledge about the world.
That's how the lucky bastards survived for too long.
”I guess, I'm getting closer,” Hermes murmured, changing his course from the riverside to the center of the forest.
'This man is an NPC, so he should die by the hands of an NPC then,' said Hermes inside his mind.
”Master, I can sense a powerful force coming from that direction,” the slime warned. ”Oh, nice. We're almost there, huh,” Hermes simpered.
”Master, what are you planning? That place is extremely dangerous for you to step in,” said the slime, worryingly. ”Good, that's good. Slime, I want you to alarm me when I'm almost one meter next to its border, okay. Don't fail me, or else your master will perish,” Hermes panted. ”Yes, master. But if you die, I will absorb the world with my full power,” the slime replied.
”Wuhahaha, you won't escape from me, Hermes. No one has ever survived with my incredible and enormous power. No one,” Arak jumped on the other side, and he cast a canon ball spell in his direction.
”Master, stop. You're already within the boundary,” the slime said.
Hermes commented with cold sweat, ”F.u.c.k. I'm screwed.”
The young Don covered his face after the aftershock of his power. He got thrown back against the trunk of the tree, but thankfully, he didn't get hurt at all because of his slime's power.
Arak chuckled and looked down at his current state.
”Take a look at that. How pathetic indeed. As Master Seraph said, you're nothing but a pathetic child. You don't have the courage to face your enemy nor the power to face the reality. If you're only below twelve years old, I will gladly keep you alive. I'm sure we'll enjoy our time together in the torture chamber, the seashore of death, and not only that, I will let you taste my hotdog in the bed every night. But you're already past the requirements, and the Visigoth cult wants you dead. I don't mean any disrespect nor personal agenda, but this is how the world works, Hermes. This is how unfair the world we are living in,” he guffawed, sarcastically.
”Slime, can you do me a favor?” said Hermes that only both the slime and him could hear. ”Yes, master,” the slime answered quickly.
”Can you mimic music? A piece of terrifying boss music is what I want you to do,” Hermes requested. ”Oh, I can do that. But I can only mimic the sound of a piano, master. Oh, how about this? I recorded the song that Lord Justin composed. He named it a 'Vicious villain OST'. You'll definitely like it,” the slime said.