𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 7: 𝕻𝖍𝖊𝖜, 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖓
Hex, on the other hand, was sent flying into the air due to his diminutive stature, colliding with a young man and lady and knocking both of them to the ground.
RIIIIEEECCCCKKK!!!
The dragon gave it's final shriek before soaring high into the air hundreds of feet becoming a speck to all those watching from below.
'I survived....'
"Huffk!" Before Hex could collect his composure and continue his celebration, he was seized by the collar and tossed away by the guy he had slumped against, collapsing to his side.
"Heuk!" Hex coughed vigorously once again. 'What the hell did I do to this damn floor mat?'
The man does not stop there; he walks over to Hex, thrusting his leg and kicking him hard in the belly.
"Keokuk!" Hex gasped, grasping the place of contact and writhing in anguish.
He had taken a lot of hits in his previous life, but this was torture for him in his fragile body.
"You fucking asshole!" The man spat, returned to the female, and continued on with her in a stealthy getaway.
Hex simply laid on the ground while people hurried by him.
Some of the irritated individuals were courteous enough to leap over him, while others kicked him and cursed at him. They are all rude bastards!
'Shit!' Hex bit his lips hard; even after rebirth, he could not stand up to jerks like that; he was still physically weak, so how was he meant to alter things? 'I need to stand up and... '
Booooomm!
"KEUUUK!"
"ARRRRRCCCCHHHKKK!"
"MY ARM!"
Hex sprang to his feet, his pulse thumping hard in his chest; despite the crowd's dread, he was more than capable of detecting the Cursed one assaulting. 'The dragon is back!'
The dragon stood dozens of feet away, viciously stomping on men, women, and children.
It swooped down and chewed off the skulls of those who attempted to flee. Causing their blood to pour skyward in a carol of death.
'Fuck what is this nostalgic feeling my brain is replaying? I have to escape before I get noticed!'
Hex did not budge an inch from where he was, seeking through the commotion of people who hurried by him, brushing him hard on his shoulder, for an exit.
"Rieeccchhk!"
{Strong Lust Has been Detected}
Hex halted his search, powerful Lust? Hex's gaze was drawn to the dragon's big, conspicuous crimson eyes that bore down on him.
He believed the dragon was sending him a message when it paused its never-ending bombardment of murders to look at him.
'A much tastier meal because of reincarnation I guess.'
His mind perceived the scenario as. 'I imagined I ate you in the previous timeline; your head tasted like ice cream; maybe you will taste like cake this time.'
Hex hallucinated trash, trying to figure out what was going to happen next without being informed.
RIIIIEEECCCCKKK!!!
The dragon let out another screech, flapping its wings and flying dozens of feet in the air.
Hex could recognize that posture from anywhere. Now they were so dead.
The dragon crowed its head, its neck glowing scarlet, chilly vapours escaping from its snout and covering the air with red embers of ash and heavy dread.
"Everyone run!!!" Surely it was too late to accomplish that.
Whuuullp!!!
With incredible energy, the dragon hung wide its mouth, showering down scorching torrents of larva on the crowd. An inescapable attack unleashed to end all.
A suitable welcoming party to honor his first death. Happy death day Hex!
𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝟕