"Croc, you can feast on this guy; I'm bored." At this order, the tall, sitting monster slowly walked toward him.
"W-what?! "No, please spare my life!" As if having regained his former vigor, the old man started to plead and struggle for his life while screaming.
"Oh, come on, Gramps, you're not going to tell me you like being like this? I knew this world was weird, but to have masochists be pleased by such a situation
The red-eyed boy shrugged at himself while talking to himself.
"Oohh! Croco wait! 'I've got an idea'." Just as its crocodile-like mouth was about to snap the poor man's head, it stopped. Its teeth were gently caressing his neck.
"Didn't you say he wasn't saveable?"
"Nah, I meant that he would be a very terrible combat unit, but now, hehe." Dante laughed in a low and creepy way.
He then turned toward the half-dead, half-alive poor man, slowly rotting away.
"I can save you, but you may not like it." He then nodded to himself with his hand on his chin, as if contemplating something else.
"Alright, hold on there, gramps; I'm going to need you to fall asleep for a while." When he said that, he sat next to the man in a sleeping position and quickly fell asleep.
The old man, confused, tried his best to do the same, but the situation had stimulated him too much. Just as he was about to voice his complaint, he saw a sword with no blade come toward his face.
Sylph had knocked him out cold with what was left of her melted sword.
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In a rainy world, two figures appeared out of black light. One was tall with leather armor, a muscular body, and white short hair, while the other was small and starved-like with black hair.
"Where are we? Euh, what! My body is back to normal!" The tall figure started touching and checking his body for any of the former abominable eggs and wounds, but found nothing.
"Oh, so it works! But this is weird; I can't choose when I can go in here." Dante observed, totally unimpressed by the bizarre and strange situation they were in.
"So where are we, young man?" The old man inquired, his hand on the tilt of his sword, observing the environment. His experience and instincts scream danger everywhere.
"Donno, just know that in, hmm, a while you're going to die again." When the small boy said that, the old swordsman looked into his eyes and felt an eerie feeling.
His eyes were those of a man looking at a dead body.
Quickly, in the extremely heavy and light rain, he heard the sound of rain hitting something in the air. When he looked up, he saw a massive swarm of deformed birds looking at them with glowing red eyes.
Before he could even draw out his sword, his head was torn out of his body, with his spine attached to it. His body was eaten alive by the monstrosity, bit by bit.
Oddly enough, this time they didn't focus on Dante and first finished the old man off and then attacked him. He, of course, didn't struggle, knowing fully well that doing so would be for naught.
"Gaaarhh!!"
Just as his vision darkened and he wanted to go back to the mud-covered ceiling, he heard the horrendous and spine-chilling screams of agony of the old man.
His screams ended after a few seconds. The white-haired girl looked at him calmly; in her hand was a sword of ice.
"What happened to him?" She asked, visibly shaken by the sudden reaction of the now-dead man.
"I wonder too." Dante lied, not ready to tell her what he was capable of yet.
With that, they headed out of the cave, as they had investigated the place for any information and the adventurers license plates.
They had, of course, set the whole place on fire. It was not out of worry for other adventurers but because they were too vicious enemies to fight. They were literally invisible and would melt your skull if you got hit.
"Wait!"
As Dante was about to step a foot outside the entrance, Sylph warned him not to step any further, but it was too late. A sharp, pointy leg pierced his skull all the way down his lower body, impaling him.
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