Chapter 129 Hideout Of Lowlives [Pt 2]

Chapter 129 Hideout Of Lowlives [Pt 2]

[Privilege Readers might be confused, because you've all read this chapter as an extension of the previous chapter.

Sorry for the mixup, but I accidentally skipped a chapter in the earlier chapters, so by the time I was done adding it and editing it, things ended up like this. So please, go read the chapter called 'The Departure' right before 'Finding The Lost Item' so you can get the chapter that you missed.

I'm sorry for the mixup!]

"AHHHHHHHH!"

He suddenly began to hear noises coming from within the hideout.

'Hm...?'

More noises greeted his ears, though they were very muffled since Gary was outside.

"Are they fighting again?" He grumbled. "Those idiots... they'll wake up the Leader!"

Gary quickly finished his activity, inserting his stick inside his boxer shorts, ignoring the remnant liquid that dropped down his dirty underwear.

This wasn't the first time he had rushed the progress anyway, so he wasn't too concerned.

He closed the pouch and tied it back around his Wesson, covering everything with his boxer shorts.

Right as he was done, he heard another scream echo within the place.

It was a blood-curdling one—not resembling one borne out of a fight among comrades.

Gary felt his heart skip a beat, but this fear was swiftly overruled by the fear of what their Leader would do to everyone if he was woken up by their screaming.

Even if Gary wasn't among, he knew the Leader's punishment was one he could not escape.

Spurred by this, he rushed inside the building, neatly ripping the door from its hinges, as he yelled—like the idiot that he was—at his noisemaking comrades.

"You guys, STOP! You'll WAKE the LEADER!"

As Gary rushed in, shutting his eyes to make this declaration, he realized something.

... There was no noise—at least, not anymore.

'E-eh...?'

Instead, a certain smell caused him to slowly open his eyes as it overwhelmed his senses with a familiar sensation.

'W-what is... this...?'

Blood and gore greeted his sight, as he noticed the severed parts of his comrades on the ground.

Warm blood flowed to the bottom of Gary's feet, as if welcoming him to join in the puddle.

"N-no..."

Gary could spot tons of internal organs—intestines, brain matter, and a bunch of other things—scattered all around the area.

He saw eyeballs outside their sockets, severed heads that rolled around, and chunks of human meat dipped in the stew that was their own blood.

The moment Gary heard this, his eyes widened in utter fear and downright shock.

'T-the ring? What ring? The one with me?!'

Was that why these three were here? Because of how valuable the ring was? They probably came to retrieve it due to its high value.

Gary felt a mix of guilt and pride.

'I-I knew it was valuable! It's definitely in the Platinum Rank! I... I didn't know they would come to kill all of us for it!'

Right there and then, Gary thought of the most brilliant plan.

'I-I'll just give it back to them! Yes... that should solve everything!"

He swiftly squirmed in his pathetic state, digging his hand into his boxer shorts to bring out the pouch.

~VWUSH!~

It appeared like a flashing ray of light, and it was much faster than Gary could process.

At least, not until it was too late.

"GAHHHHH!!" His screams echoed in the air as he could no longer feel his hand.

The thing was now on the bloodied floor, separate from the rest of his body.

"G-guarhhhh!"

Sweat formed on Gary's face as he saw smoke rise from his severed hand, and he could feel immense heat seared into his gaping arm.

It was at this moment that Gary recollected what happened:

A beam of crimson light had come from the eyes of the masked one, swiftly burning off the connection that held his arm and hand together.

Thanks to the immense heat, Gary wasn't bleeding. However, he had lost an entire hand

... Forever!

"Uarrghhhhhhh!!!"

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[A/N]

Once again, I'm sorry for the mixup.

As for non priv readers, I suppose this doesn't really affect you.

Thanks for reading