Hours passed as he kept a close eye on the injured rats. Consumed by curiosity, he jotted down notes about their reactions to the substances on the arrows. Just when he thought he had seen everything, he noticed one of the rats stirring, its tiny body beginning to move as it regained strength.
A thrill shot through Nabi as he leaned closer, intrigued by the implications of what he had just witnessed. The rat's movement felt like a revelation, igniting darker thoughts about the potential of the yellow arrowhead. He smiled, a mix of satisfaction and anticipation brewing within him.
With a lustful smile, he looked at the yellow arrowhead, its sheen catching the dim light. The ill intentions behind his gaze were unmistakable, igniting a spark of excitement in his chest. He envisioned the chaos it could unleash, a tool to manipulate and get what he desired.
His mind raced with possibilities as he turned the arrow in his fingers. It wasn't just an arrow but a means to exert his power and twist situations to his advantage. The thrill of potential darkened his thoughts, and he savoured the idea of what he could achieve. At that moment, he felt unstoppable.
1# Survive
Main scenario: survive for five days.
Difficulty level: F
reward: 100 mana stone
upon failing: death.
everywhere was dark and quiet." Where am I?" Mari thought, her mind foggy as she gradually opened her blurry eyes. Darkness enveloped her, thick and suffocating, with no trace of light to guide her. She felt a heavy weakness settling in her limbs, making it difficult to gather her thoughts.
As she attempted to rise, pushing against the ground with all the strength she could muster, she realised her hands were tied tightly at her sides, rendering her completely vulnerable. Panic surged through her as she struggled, the restraints biting into her skin. Desperation clawed at her throat, and she knew she had no choice but to scream for help, her voice trembling with fear.
"Please, someone help me!" Mari cried out, the rawness of her plea echoing hauntingly in the oppressive silence, but the stillness swallowed her words, leaving her feeling even more isolated.
With each unanswered call, her desperation deepened, a sense of dread tightening around her. When she thought hope was lost, a voice broke through the darkness.
"It's no use; no one is coming. No one comes around this area of the bunker," the voice said, attempting to reassure Mari but only deepening her dread.
Unable to see the source of the voice, Mari felt tears welling up and spilling down her cheeks.
"Why are you doing this?" she called out, her voice shaking as she turned toward the direction from which the voice had come.
Then, a strange figure stepped forward, emerging from the shadows like a nightmare. The dim light barely illuminated Nabi's form, cloaking him in an unsettling aura. Mari strained her eyes, but the darkness obscured most of his features. She could make out his hunched silhouette; his movement was almost predatory, as if he revelled in her fear. His face was obscured by a black cloth, leaving only a hint of a twisted grin visible in the gloom.
"It's because you are beautiful, Mari," he said, his voice dripping with a lustful tone that sent chills racing down her spine. The malice behind his words was palpable, a sinister intent radiating from him that made her skin crawl.
Fear surged through Mari, her heart pounding wildly against her ribcage as the horrifying reality of his intentions settled in. She felt trapped, utterly exposed, and completely terrified.
As Nabi stepped closer, Mari curled up in the corner, fear coursing through her.
"Stay back," she pleaded, her voice shaking as tears streamed down her face.
Nabi kept moving closer, his intensity palpable. He couldn't mask his desire as his gaze locked onto her, fixated and hungry.
"Yes… This is how I like it," Nabi thought to himself, his smile widening with each step. "The fear, the reality dawning on her, it's so sweet."
"I wonder how you taste," Nabi said, his voice quivering with lust.
Mari had nowhere to run; she couldn't free herself.
"I said stay back," Mari said while striking Nabi's right leg with a low kick, trying to resist Nabi's ill intent.
Nabi stumbled and fell, his face colliding with Mari's right knee. She felt a slight pain, but the damage to Nabi was far worse. Blood poured from his nose as he instinctively held it, trying to stem the flow.
Nabi became furious; he struck Mari in the stomach with his fist. Mari grunted in pain; Nabi continued to attack her multiple times till she stopped resisting; the pain became unbearable to Mari.
"Yes, that's a good girl," Nabi said, his anger dissipating as lust surged within him once more.
"Someone save me," she whispered, the words barely escaping her lips before she slipped into unconsciousness.
"No, don't go unconscious, it won't be fun," Nabi said as he equipped an arrow from his inventory and stabbed Mari's right thigh from the side to wake her up. She screamed out loud, in pain. Nabi smiled as he kept on ripping a cloth, in than few breaths she was already almost naked.
Before Nabi could react, he heard the door handle rattling.
"Impossible," he muttered. "No one is out this late around here."
Nabi observed everyone and everything around him in the past two days, his mind working to execute a carefully laid plan. Every detail had been meticulously considered to ensure his success.
He stared at the door, waiting, but nothing happened.
"Maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me," he thought, glancing back at unconscious Mari, ready to continue his twisted intentions.
Suddenly,
a large sound was heard outside.
"Bam," the iron door shook, a big dent appearing in the middle of the door.
"Bam, Bam. "
"Who the fuck is that?" Nabi thought as he took several steps away from Mari, unconscious body. This sound woke almost all of the students up.
"Bam," this sound was even larger than the other.
The door flew open, slamming against the wall as Kenji kicked it in. The Iron door couldn't withstand the force of his attack.
Nabi was shocked to see Kenji.
"What is he doing here?" Nabi thought, panic rising within him.
Kenji was familiar with the bunker; he moved swiftly to the switch on the wall nearby.
A bright white light flickered on, illuminating the scene and revealing the chaos before him.
Kenji has been absorbing the system information and details about his skills for the past few days.
"The more you use a skill, the more it increases in grade, and the higher the grade, the better your chances of survival," he thought as he moved down the dimly lit hallway, eager to start his night training.
Kenji's heightened sense, initially at a low level of E-rank, had progressed to a mid-level E-rank. While the skill physically strained him, the Adapt skill helped reduce its side effects. As a reward for levelling up, new features were added, including echolocation and heightened smell.
He navigated his daily routine with the skill activated.
Even tho Nabi had sealed off every part of the room to prevent any sound from escaping, an effort that would be futile against Kenji. After all, he was no ordinary human; he was advanced.
Catching Nabi in the act didn't change Kenji's expressionless face. As soon as Nabi noticed him, he took several steps back, panic evident in his eyes.
"It's not what you think, man! We're lovers," Nabi stammered, sweat trickling down the right side of his forehead.
Kenji stepped closer as he spotted Mari lying unconscious on the floor. Bruises marked her face, evidence of the relentless hits Nabi had inflicted. Her hands were tightly bound, a clear sign of her captivity.
"This doesn't look like a lover's scene," Kenji said, glancing at Nabi sharply.
"Shit," Nabi muttered under his breath, realisation dawning.
Nabi instinctively drew his crossbow from his inventory, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He aimed it precisely, the arrowhead glistening ominously, coated in a viscous green substance that promised
danger. Nabi fired the crossbow at Kenji's head.
Kenji swiftly used his left hand and grabbed the incoming arrow mid-air with his bare hand.
"What,"
"intercept the arrow with his bare hand." Nabi's eyes widened in disbelief; he hadn't expected Kenji to be capable of blocking his attack like that, let alone possessing any equipment as he brought out a rusty blade in his other hand.
In their world, gear was as rare as gold among students.
Kenji threw the arrow ahead and drew a gleaming blade, its sharp edge ready for combat. Nabi stared, momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events.
"Fuck," Nabi cursed under his breath, fumbling to pull out another arrow and reload his crossbow. But before he could react, Kenji surged forward, closing the distance instantly.
Nabi had no natural battle experience despite his secret practice with the crossbow. It was one thing to hone his skills in solitude; it was another to face someone charging at him with murderous intent. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, his heart racing as adrenaline surged through his veins. The theoretical knowledge he had gained in training felt utterly inadequate when confronted with the raw ferocity of an opponent intent on harm.