Chapter 37: "You know me. You know my abilities"
Semanuick realized that he couldn't continue putting himself in harm's way. He refused to believe that the male hunter killed him in the first two instances. That was all because he wasn't careful enough. The third and fourth times, he became more and more cautious, but neither ambushing nor striking first worked. The hunter seemed like a perfect killing machine, able to quickly adjust and counterattack even with slight weakness.
In modern society, how could such a person exist? Was he a professional killer? What was his identity in the second world?
Semanuick racked his brain to recall the details of each time he was killed.
The hunter first killed him in Los Angeles, his hometown. He was obsessed with selecting his next sacrifice target, spending two nights prowling the streets, even killing one, and hiding the body in a sewer. At dawn, he would sneak into a nearby vacant building to hide and rest.
At that time, on a Monday morning, the hunter suddenly appeared while Semanuick was resting. He drew his knife and attacked. Semanuick tried to fight back but couldn't even touch the hunter's clothes. He turned and fled, but the man could teleport through shadows, following him like a cat chasing a mouse, deliberately or unintentionally driving him to the rooftop. Finally, with nowhere left to run, Semanuick was kicked in the jaw by the hunter, breaking it, and then thrown off the building.
In the second world, Semanuick awakened his superpowers by drinking god blood, and at the same time, his physique was transformed, granting him extraordinary healing abilities. However, even with this, his skull would shatter, and he would die instantly upon hitting the ground after falling from the building. His healing ability was useless once he was dead.
The second time the hunter killed him, the date was moved up by one day, on a Sunday night.
Semanuick was at a stage of overconfidence after awakening his superpowers. Who could kill him? No one could kill him! He was immortal! He attributed his first failure to an accident, and as long as he was more careful, went to places without shadows, and didn't let be led by the hunter, the hunter wouldn't be able to kill him.
Semanuick was eager to avenge the hunter and planned to get his hands on a suitable weapon. He wanted to rob a police officer and take a gun, but it was too difficult to implement, so he settled for stealing a large machete from a butcher's shop. Since he had killed people, the police were after him, and city security patrols became more frequent, with many officers carrying weapons. Being shot in the forehead with a bullet would be fatal.
On Sunday night, Semanuick disguised himself and bought food at a convenience store. An old, near-sighted woman saw through his disguise and recognized him as a wanted criminal, pressing the alarm button.
Semanuick killed the old woman, grabbed the food, and fled. Then the nightmare began; the hunter happened to live nearby. He heard the convenience store's shrill alarm and came out to investigate. Seeing the fleeing Semanuick, he pulled out a gleaming kitchen knife from his waist and chased after him.
Unfortunately, the machete was difficult to carry, so Semanuick didn't take it when he went to buy food. Even more unfortunate was that the hunter's powers were maximized during the night because shadows were everywhere. His ability to teleport had virtually no limitations! The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.
He couldn't attack the hunter at night because the Shadows would enhance the hunter's combat abilities. The best time to strike would be during the bright daylight when the hunter left the hotel. Semanuick would follow behind and suddenly strike, aiming for a fatal blow.
People tend to lower their guard during the day, as everyone believes the night is the most dangerous.
Semanuick finally got his chance.
Because of the scorching weather, very few people were on the street. The hunter chose to go out at noon when the sun was at its strongest and shadows were at their shortest. Semanuick knew his opportunity had come.
He had figured out that the hunter's teleportation ability not only relied on shadow coordinates but also had a distance limit. Through two pursuit rounds, he had more or less determined the maximum range.
However, what frustrated Semanuick was that even while walking, the hunter stayed close to the shadows of the walls and never walked in the middle of the road.
Semanuick felt like he was going to explode. How could there be such a person in this world? Was this level of caution even human?!
Finally, at a corner, Semanuick saw his opportunity. The hunter had to cross a pedestrian crossing, and within five meters, there were no flower beds, tree shades, railings, or any other obstructions. It was a once-in-a-lifetime perfect opportunity!
Pretending to be a passerby, Semanuick crossed the road with the hunter. He lowered his footsteps in the middle of the road, quickly approached the hunter, and drew his knife to stab him.
Semanuick's eyes widened in shock as the hunter dodged his attack. The hunter reached behind his back, drew a cold, gleaming kitchen knife, and stabbed backward, puncturing Semanuick's lung.
Coughing up blood, Semanuick saw the hunter disappear in front of him. While the absence of shadows limited his agility, the hunter could still use the shadows of the two people to teleport. Having learned from previous deaths, Semanuick knew the hunter had a habit of attacking from behind, so he stabbed backward without looking.
Clang! His knife was blocked!
"You know me. You know my abilities," the hunter said gloomily from behind him.
The hunter delivered a swift kick to Semanuick's lower body as he spoke. Semanuick's face turned purple, and his expression twisted in pain. He was sent flying two meters away, crashing to the ground and barely able to hold onto his knife.
This was the first time Semanuick heard the hunter's voice—cold, clear, and young.