Wow forty chapters!! It felt like I started writing yesterday- it went by so fast, it's all thanks to you guy's support and comments-when I read em I just wanna write more. Hopefully another forty are on the way and yall will be here still reading cuz Ali is only starting đź’Ş
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Ali heard the sound of a car engine starting and glanced towards its source from the rooftop of the warehouse. It was the bald gangster, starting his black BMW M3. Ali looked back down through the window, seeing the gangsters still butchering the bodies of the young ghouls. He then turned his attention back to the car and leaped from the warehouse roof to a nearby building, using his enhanced muscles to jump great distances as he followed the car, hopping from roof to roof.
Other players weren't as fortunate as Ali to be teleported onto an empty roof.
That same night, a woman materialised in a dark alley. She looked around, relieved to find the alley seemingly empty. But just as she took her first steps toward the streetlight, two men with black eyes and red irises leapt from the rooftops flanking the alley. They attacked her without giving her a chance to defend herself, devouring her alive—a truly agonising death for a player unlucky enough to be teleported into a nest of ghouls. Similar cases abounded, with many players transported directly into the jaws of death.
High atop the Tokyo Tower, a beautiful purple-haired woman was teleported onto a terrance high atop the tower. Ashley instinctively wrapped her arms around herself to guard against the biting cold. "How the hell am I supposed to get down from here?" she screamed, her voice carried away by the wind as she struggled to keep warm.
Elsewhere, in a quiet neighbourhood, two blue lights shimmered into the forms of a boy and a girl-twins with light blue hair and eyes. As soon as they materialised, they scanned their surroundings for danger before quietly approaching one of the houses. They sneaked up to the front window, peeking inside. The house was cozy, and a young couple was inside— the husband clearing the table after dinner while his wife washed the dishes.
The boy nodded to his sister, who walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
The young husband answered the door, finding a small girl with innocent blue eyes, shivering in the cold.
"Hey, kid. Are you alright?" he asked, stepping forward to check on her.
"UGH."
The man felt a sudden sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw the girl had stabbed him in the heart. He collapsed onto her, and she caught him, ensuring he made no sound. Her brother stepped past them into the house.
"Hey babe, who is it? Kid, what are you— NOOO-AHHH!" The wife's scream echoed briefly before being silenced. The twins dragged the couple's bodies deeper into the house. The boy began searching the house for anything useful, while his sister crouched next to the corpses, repeatedly stabbing them with gleeful excitement.
Meanwhile, Ali had been following the bald gangster for twenty minutes. The BMW finally stopped and parked in a dark alley. The bald man exited the car and walked to a hidden shop beside a three-story building. Ali assessed the building, searching for a discreet entry point. He spotted an open window on the second floor and silently climbed in.
Inside, the second floor was dimly lit and filled with wooden boxes. Ali opened one quietly, revealing jars filled with human body parts-hands, eyes, and more.
"The smell in this place," Ali thought, covering his nose as he followed the bald man's footsteps downstairs.
When the footsteps stopped, Ali pressed his ear to the floor, focusing on the conversation below.
"I've got two ghouls for sale. They're in good condition, most of the parts are clean, and I've got a clean-cut Bikaku as well," the bald man said.
"As always, we'll need to inspect the bodies personally before we make an offer. But we're certainly interested. The price will be determined after inspection," a woman's voice responded.
"Fine, my boys are getting them ready. I'll be back with the goods. You'd better have the money ready," the bald man replied before leaving the shop.
He returned to his car parked in the alley and opened the door, sliding into the driver's seat. As he reached down to start the engine, he glanced up into the rearview mirror-and his eyes widened in shock. A stranger was sitting behind him. But it was too late.
Ali stabbed the bald man in the skull, killing him instantly. He then exited the car, dragged the corpse to the trunk, and tossed him inside. Sliding back into the driver's seat, Ali gripped the wheel with a satisfied smile. "Man, I missed driving," he murmured before reversing out of the alley and heading back to the warehouse where the rest of the gangsters were.
Ali parked the car at a distance to avoid drawing attention and stepped out, tucking the gun he had looted from the bald man into his waist. He circled around to the warehouse's back door, where one of the gangsters was smoking, leaning against the wall.
Ali picked up a discarded can from the ground and tossed it to the opposite side.
The man's head snapped toward the noise, and in that moment, Ali threw a knife, striking him in the back of the head, killing him instantly. Ali retrieved his knife, now embedded in the man's skull, and listened carefully to the sounds inside before slipping into a small room where two men were washing blood from their hands. They didn't even turn around, assuming it was their friend returning from his smoke break.
"UGH," both men groaned as Ali stabbed them in the back, piercing their hearts.
He twisted the knives savagely, shredding their hearts before pulling the blades out. Their bodies collapsed to the floor with a loud thud.
The four remaining gangsters heard the noise.
"Go check what that was, and tell those idiots to ready the van outside," the butcher, wielding a meat cleaver, ordered one of the men. The man entered the room, noticing the usual blood on the table but no sign of the others. He walked toward the door leading outside and opened it.
Ali, waiting just outside, slashed his knife across the man's neck. Blood sprayed onto the floor as the man desperately clutched at his throat, gasping for air. After a few seconds of frantic struggle, he collapsed, dead.
Ali stepped back into the warehouse, his knives dripping with blood. He kicked the door open, and the butcher and his two remaining men turned, startled.
Without hesitation, Ali threw both knives at high speed. The blades embedded themselves in the foreheads of the two gangsters flanking the butcher, killing them instantly.
The butcher raised his arms defensively, shocked by the sudden attack. He glanced down at his fallen comrades—he was the last one standing. Gripping his cleaver tightly, he charged at Ali. But Ali drew the gun and aimed it at him, causing the butcher to stop dead in his tracks.
Recognising the gun, the butcher's face darkened. "What did you do to the boss?" he growled.
Ali said nothing, instead motioning with the gun for the butcher to get on his knees. Gritting his teeth in frustration, the butcher slowly complied.
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