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Chapter 247  The memory!

Chapter 247

It was then that he remembered the existence of secret human reinforcement hideouts spread across the demon lands.

Of course, he didn't remember exactly where they were, but fortunately for him and the others, the older man among the six knew about the place from his time spent with other captives who were now dead.

He had barely managed to survive among the demons and was quite resilient. With Oliver's extensive knowledge and the man's awareness of the terrain, it didn't take them long to guess where the reinforcement hideout would most likely be.

It wasn't an exact location, but Oliver felt it was close enough; once they reached nearby, he could find it on his own.

He stretched his legs out toward the fire, feeling the warmth seep into his weary muscles, easing the tension that had settled into his bones. His purpose in the city was already fulfilled, and staying any longer would have only brought trouble.

He had caused permanent damage to the city, and if he guessed correctly, everything should be in chaos at this moment.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames as he pictured the confusion and terror his actions would have left behind. Memories of the past flashed through his mind as he recalled the time when he had just finished dealing with Gureon and her goons.

He reminisced about what happened afterward.

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Few days ago…

"Phew. It was quite the work."

Oliver wiped the sweat from his brow, his hands slick with the blood of demons. The stench clung to him, metallic and foul, but he hardly noticed anymore. He wiped off his sweat after finishing with all the hearts he had extracted from the demons.

It was a long and atrocious process, but he felt pretty numb to the fact that he had eaten hearts. What would have once horrified him now felt like routine. The inner sense of disgust had reduced significantly by now.

"Now that the main obstacle has been cleared…" His expression darkened as he continued, "It's time to clear the side quests."

Gureon controlled the west, and there were plenty of demons living in this place.

More demons, more hearts…

A sinister smile crept across his face, sharp and unsettling. Oliver subconsciously broke into a sinister smile; he didn't realize it, but something was affecting him.

Something darker and more sinister was influencing him…

It was unclear whether it was a change he should be cautious of or whether he should welcome it.

The hours that followed were filled with intense slaughter, a one-sided massacre where demons were butchered left and right without mercy by a single entity.

He moved through the streets like a shadow, silent and unstoppable, his every step trailing a wake of death. His presence was undetectable, even to the best of the best or the most sensitive of beings. It was like a ghost killing everything in its path, with nothing able to stop it.

What was even more terrifying was that the demons themselves did not realize they were slowly being killed.

He swept over the whole region like a storm, leaving nothing but blood and silence in his wake. A bloody mist penetrated the very air in the area as he continued dismantling them.

His hands were bloodied by the time he stopped, and his clothes were drenched in the vile blood of the demons.

He took a deep breath, his mind dizzy from the aftermath. The coppery tang of blood filled his nostrils, and his heart pounded in his chest, but he felt… nothing. Just a hollow calm. He didn't know when he had become so numb to killing, but he felt nothing more than a slight sense of disgust.

Maybe it was because of how he had been brought up in this world that his mind had adapted to the cruelty and killing, now normalized in his eyes.

He glanced into his mind space and saw a heap of hearts stacked like a pile of grass lying there.

But…

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the empty, blood-soaked streets. Looking at his desolate surroundings, he wondered if any demon was even left alive.

The streets were littered with the bodies of countless demons, the shops filled with the corpses of their owners and customers.

A thick, cloying silence hung in the air, broken only by the faint drip of blood pooling in the gutters. Everything had happened so quickly. Those demons were weak and didn't put up much resistance against his onslaught.

He didn't discriminate and attacked every demon, young or old, undead or alive; even the skeletons were destroyed by him.

"Huff…"

"Huff…" He exhaled heavily, sliding down to sit against a nearby container, his body finally relaxing after the hours of relentless slaughter. It had not been easy. He would not have been able to do it if the region hadn't been relatively small and easier to navigate.

He had attacked the guards first, and as a result, the remaining civilians were left extremely unorganized and chaotic.

Using abyss energy while hunting them down was extremely effective; all of them went down as if they were carrots waiting to be pulled out.

It was probably then that he came across this area…

Drul… the demon inquisitor.

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Drul's POV

"What happened to this place?"

Drul stared in disbelief at the streets littered with demon corpses, blood painting the ground and walls, bones scattered everywhere. The metallic scent of blood and decay filled the air, thick enough to taste. It was a horrendously chilling scene.

'What sort of monster has done this?'

Drul couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart as he looked at the insane rampage and brutal slaughter. His lips curled into a twisted smirk, and despite himself, he felt a thrill race down his spine.

The feeling of danger, the thrill of being close to a predator—it was intoxicating to him.

A jolt of pleasure ran through his demonic body, his feet moving on their own toward the area despite the obvious signs of danger. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Just what sort of inhuman monster must have committed such a massacre?

It was absolutely insane.

'He has to be at least as much of a maniac as our captain.'

He knew who was behind this carnage, it couldn't be anyone else, his sharp nose was telling him this.

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