Chapter 18: The End of the Night
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Luther's fist struck down on the pig’s hoof. The dampened sound of a crack echoed from it.
The hoof, along with the icy shell it was in, broke into two. Blood dripped inside the ice, and part of the hoof crumbled under the pressure. Half of the hoof was now destroyed, and the other half was encased in bloodstained ice.
Blood started to spew from the crack in the ice. The beast finally fell to the ground, letting out a roar that shook the entire village.
As strong as it was, it could be brought down.
Luther saw this now and felt better. He took down the pig, even after the pig almost destroyed him. He looked down at the pig on the ground and took a deep breath.
Luther shakily got to his feet, holding a hand to his chest, and stepped toward the trembling mutant pig.
He knelt down beside the body, ignoring the pain in his chest. His bones seemed to crack as he moved.
But Luther kept his composure, and his face showed no emotion. He was like a statue, but the blood dribbling down his chin gave the appearance of a demon. Was not doomsday just like hell, though? After living in it for ten years, everyone becomes a demon of sorts.
Through the moaning and the trembling, the mutant pig could barely stifle its pain any longer.
Luther held another of its hooves with one hand, and once again covered it in a deep layer of ice. He punched the ice as hard as he could. Luther had controlled the beast. He had become the champion of this fight.
Luther broke its two hooves, leaving nothing but splintered bone and blood. The beast’s yellow skin began to fade and pale. It was foaming at the mouth and its muscles twitched from the lasting pain.
A cold expression twinkled in Luther's eyes as he looked at the giant pig's head...
Soon, the world had become quiet again.
Luther stood up and looked back at the fat man, who was hiding in a corner quietly, terrified to speak. "Are you ready to die like your pig?"
The man heard this and accidentally peed himself in fear. After Luther kill his pig, he was scared half to death and ran away in fear.
Looking back at the dead beast, Luther sighed in relief. In his state of exhaustion, he knelt down and leaned against the wall, trying to restore his energy.
Then he heard a familiar voice call out his name.
"Luther, Oh, god! What happened to you?"
A graceful figure ran towards him, with tears in her eyes and concern in her voice.
His consciousness slipped away as she approached. He simply told her, “Don’t worry. I won’t die.”
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Early the following morning, the sun shined through a window on the bed Luther slept on. His face felt itchy and he frowned. His back ached and he opened his eyes in alarm.
The most dangerous time in doomsday was while you were asleep. There could have been an enemy that sliced his throat with a dagger in the night. Luther knew the rules very well. As if they were deeply engraved in his heart. Ignoring all his physical pain, he sat upon the edge of the bed and looked around the room.
This looked like the fat man’s house from last night. He fainted after his fight. But why he was here?
Then Luther saw Constance asleep on the floor, sleeping against the bed. He was surprised to see her there. It must have been Constance that brought him here.
Constance breathed softly. He noticed her calm posture and placid face, with tears in the corners of her eyes. Luther felt for a moment that doomsday and everything that’s been going wrong was nothing more than a dream.
Then he heard a noise.
The door was gently pushed open and Luther instantly came to his senses. He froze an ice arrow in his palm, and said coldly, "Who’s there?"
The person who opened the door quickly stepped back to hide behind the doorframe. After a while, they replied in a trembling voice, "Hey, take it easy. I brought breakfast."
It was a woman in a revealing shirt, with a beautiful figure and makeup on her face. Her face was not particularly good-looking but her body was quite attractive. Her figure could arouse any man's desire to touch her.
But Luther was not moved.
She was holding a dinner plate and didn’t seem threatening at all. Even if she planned to harm them, Luther wasn’t afraid after seeing the kind of clothing she wore.
Luther eased his vigilance slightly. Yesterday's fight had tired him out. Even after a long night of sleep, he still felt sore and his body was in pain. His power had not recovered much, either. It would be best to avoid another fight.
Luther asked faintly, "Why did you bring breakfast?"
"I..."
The woman hadn't spoken yet, but Constance had woken up. She rubbed her eyes and saw Luther sitting up, and she smiled excitedly, "You're up! I'm sorry. I just...do you feel any better?"
"Much better." Luther nodded slightly, and then looked at the woman standing at the door with a dinner plate.
Constance glanced back and felt Luther's coldness. Knowing that he didn’t trust this woman, she stood up and introduced her, "This is Evelyn. She was caught by that fat man, Hugo. Last night, you drove him away and saved everyone in the village."
"Everyone?" Luther was a little confused.
Evelyn, who felt Luther's coldness at the door, felt afraid to come closer, and Constance tried to ease the tension. She flashed a fake smile and said, "Yes, Lu... Luther, before you came, the fat man caught all the people in the village and locked us up."
"You scared that horrible man away, and we were all freed."
Evelyn tried to explain the events of the past few days. Luther had already heard too many of these stories over the last ten years. He was not interested in it at all.
And the woman, on doomsday, serving him breakfast and wearing makeup and fancy clothes early in the morning? There was nothing innocent about this. Luther saw right through her.
He remembered overhearing the conversation she had with Hugo last night. He never believed she was a good person by any means.
The scheming b***h was going to be irritating and probably disloyal. Luther did not want to waste any time on her.
Luther spoke up, "Okay, I'm not interested in any of that. Now, answer my question."
The woman’s fearful expression was quickly replaced by one of annoyance. She thought she was charming, especially with her figure. Though she was thirty, she looked much younger. And she dressed up beautifully before she came into the room. What was wrong with him? No excitement in his eyes, only indifference.
Was he gay? Or just impotent?
Luther didn't give her time to be upset and asked her directly, "Where are we now?"
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