[This is Papa's scent.. the gentlest scent that has been entwined around us since the moment we were born..]
“No! That's not right! In Norse Mythology, the one who gave birth to you was the Female Giant An—”
[He is a liar! A Traitor!]
Jormungand interrupted Wood's words, then raised his head.
Papa, go save Old Man and the Hostage quickly.
—Ah! I almost forgot about that!
Wood snapped out of it and rushed into the small, blood-scented room, slapping Old Man's dark and oily face—which remained dark despite the excessive blood loss—vigorously. "Are you still alive?"
Not bad.. Still alive..
Old Man" opened his eyes, which were already turning bruised and blue, said weakly, "Don't remove the restraints yet.. although they bind my limbs, they also prevent my body from bleeding out.. Call emergency services.. I need to be sent to the Special Events Investigation Department's Hospital.. Ordinary human hospitals cannot treat me..
I know!
Wood nodded repeatedly, leaving the Jormungand Cat behind to accompany Old Man, while he himself walked out of the room toward the dance floor, which was unusually quiet at this moment.
..
Drip.. drip..
A drop of blood fell from the ceiling and landed on the nape of Wood's neck, only to be dissolved by the high temperature and strong acid on the surface of his skin, letting out a "hiss" as white smoke rose.
Wood, who already had a certain understanding of his own abnormalities, gripped the Holy Sword tightly and stared straight ahead.
The Hostages had all vanished, along with the Vampire's Followers.
The once crowded Dance Floor was now empty, with several burly men standing at the edge of the Dance Floor, carrying handheld rocket launchers on their shoulders.
Who are you people? Planning to kill me with handheld rocket launchers?
Not bad.
The Tall Woman sneered and said, "Someone has offered one hundred million dollars for your life!"
Such a massive build? Such a heavy nasal tone? Are you Slavs?
Does that matter?
The woman asked in return.
Hearing this, Wood revealed an embarrassed smile: "I thought you wouldn't take on hostile work."
Hostile? What do you think we are? Descendants of the KGB?
The woman frowned, "I don't know what you are exactly! But since the employer paid a staggering one hundred million dollars, we—open fire!"
Don't do this!
Wood cried out in shock.
He feared their attack would—
Fire!
The Woman gave the order, the handheld rocket launcher immediately whistled as it fired.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The terrifying noise almost completely destroyed this Bar built in the lower levels.
And so it was.
After a round of attacks, the Bar was already teetering on the brink of collapse; the ceiling had come crashing down with tattered wires hanging from it, the air was thick with choking smoke and the pungent scent of saltpeter and sulfur.
Inspect it, then finish up.
The Female Leader stated with confidence.
Common sense told him: even Vampires and Ogres, who claimed to possess immortality, would have their bodies completely shattered and rendered incapable of reassembling after such a high-density bombardment from these special silver-ion shells.
As it turned out—
—I am sorry, I am not dead yet.
Amidst the thick smoke, a cold voice made the announcement.
Immediately after—
The owner of the voice stepped out from the choking thick fog, his body without a single scratch. His golden hair and fair cheeks were not even stained with dust, his green eyes shimmered with an inorganic light, as if controlled by another power.
I didn't intend to kill anyone today, but you launched an attack against me, even attempted to completely destroy my current body—I am very satisfied with this body, I do not wish for it to suffer even a shred of damage.
"Wood," he said coldly, his eyes flashing with electricity as he stared ruthlessly at the mercenaries from the Slavs.
That Guy—
The Female Leader swallowed hard, then snapped out of it and shouted fiercely, "Who the hell are you!"
Did the person who placed the order with you not tell you?
.. We strictly follow the Dark Web rules; we only take the money and kill the target, we don't ask anything else!
In that case, why are you now pressing me for my identity?
Wood" gave a contemptuous laugh and pronounced a death sentence: "All who wield a blade shall die by the blade! Amen!
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Cough, cough! Ah—
Peterson pushed open the door, only to be so terrified by the sudden onslaught of blood and cruelty that his legs went weak: "Sorry, but I'm really a bit, a bit.. ah.. I can't, I need to catch my breath first!"
Before his words had even faded, several of his companions, who were usually responsible for internal affairs, were already leaning against the walls and beginning to vomit.
Even as Boss Jason felt the scene was a bit—
It's like a human slaughterhouse here.
Sorry..
Wood shrugged helplessly, "I still can't control the other 'me' inside my body."
It's not your fault.
Jason patted Wood's shoulder reassuringly, pointing at the chunks of flesh and visceral fragments on the ground that were once human, said, "Besides, these things were nothing but a bunch of subhuman scum to begin with."
The Boss agrees with my actions?
It's already happened—fine, I admit the scene was too bloody, but since it's already done, the ones who died were all wanted Molecules with long criminal records—then let's just pretend nothing ever happened!
"It's already happened—Alright, I admit the scene was too bloody, but since it's all done, the dead were all wanted criminals with long rap sheets—then let's just pretend nothing happened!" Jason said, feigning cheerfulness.
The Staff gradually recovered from their shock, dragging body bags into the area and picking up pieces of meat with expressionless faces.
..
Wood took a breath and walked out of the Basement, which was covered in dust and chunks of meat, came to the side of Old Man, who was receiving emergency medical treatment: "How are you feeling now?"
It's a bit bad, but luckily I'm.. still alive..
"Old Man" lay on the emergency bed, speaking with difficulty, surrounded by medical equipment.
Wood looked up and asked the medical staff, "What about Old Man's condition—"
He has Ancestral Spirit energy in his body; he won't die for the time being.
Ancestral Spirit?
Wood was hearing this term for the first time.
‘Ancestral Spirit' is a collective term for the imaginary constructs created by the widespread Shamanism.
A gentle, familiar voice rang out, Wood looked up, blurting out, "—Boss!"
I am glad to see you are safe and sound.
Master smiled, weaving through the tense and hurried crowd to reach Wood's side, embracing him naturally. "I didn't expect Lilith to cause such a stir in private."
Lilith seems to have a very strong obsession with me.
Wood looked up, gazing at Master with worry: "What should I do.. That 'me' inside my body doesn't appear on time every time, deep down, I actually mind that 'me' being there. I'm afraid.."
Are you worried about being completely replaced by the other self within your body?
Yes.
Wood lowered his head, his expression distressed: "I am very afraid. Although compared to that 'me,' the everyday 'me' is indeed both ordinary and boring, even somewhat incompetent, I completely understand why everyone prefers that 'me' over the everyday 'me'.. But.. even if I.. I.. I am a.. I am still.. that.."
Why do you always trouble yourself with things that are absolutely Impossible?
Master said helplessly, his long, powerful fingers stroking Wood's golden hair, "After being busy all night, you must be exhausted. The thing you need most right now is to come home with me, take off those blood-stained clothes, lie in a bathtub filled with rose petals, drink some fruit-scented red wine with honey, then.."
..
..
Warm water infused with the scent of essential oils swayed slowly in the marble bath, but for the body submerged within, the more visceral sensation came from the skin pressed tightly against it.
Scorching flames seeped intimately into the body, until both mind and soul were completely drenched.
Boss..
Wood felt as if he were about to melt, his voice trembled with an involuntary weariness.
—What's wrong?
I.. I have some things to.. to tell you..
Oh?
The Man paused his movements, his sea-blue eyes looking tenderly at the cheeks flushed with warmth.
“What do you want to confess to me?”