Chapter 98. The Red Death 3
Scarface saw the Red Death in his line of vision.
The next thing he saw was a crimson hammer. It was so large that it covered the entirety of his eyes.
Then he felt vibrations on his head. Then unimaginable pain followed.
The bones in his head shook and cracked. His organs shook and tore apart. Then, his head tore apart like a water melon.
He didn’t even know how he died. His headless corpse fell on the ground.
The hammer did not stop moving. It left Aiden’s hands after killing Scarface. It arced through the air and spun.
It hit heads. Tore through bones and tore heads apart. Bodies fell.
All the legendary rank 1 warriors were dead.
In his t-shirts, jeans and slippers, Aiden moved again, hammer returning to him.
It was a massacre. Aiden moved with calm, effortless precision.
Each strike of the hammer crushed through affinity attacks, tore bones apart, crushed bodies and crushed lives.
Screams tore through the place as the remaining members of the Scarface gang fell with each strike of Aiden.
The Red Death was completely covered in blood.
"He’s getting faster. It’s as if the more he fights, the more motivated he gets"
"Shit... who the hell did the boss offend"
"Please spare...us...aurrgh"
Aiden was absorbing the blood essence of anyone who fell. Now that his range of absorbing blood essence had increased to 50 meters, he could absorb the blood essence of several individuals simultaneously. They were not wrong when they said he was getting faster and deadlier. Each blood essence absorbed fueled his strength.
The hammer cleaved through a wind bell. It arced around unnaturally, crushed the battlesuit of the attacker, and shook the person’s abdomen. The abdomen curved inwards unnaturally, then gave in. The hammer tore through her innards, created a large hole in her abdomen and appeared behind her.
The person coughed a mouthful of blood and fell down, dead.
Aiden appeared behind her, hammer in hand.
Five people launched a collective attack. Wind arrow, fire wheel, earth spikes, water blade and wood spikes.
The crimson hammer turned into two crimson daggers.
Aiden’s movements shifted and became elusive. Like that of an assassin.
Their attacks met air.
He arced upwards gracefully, then spun.
He landed on the shoulder of one person.
Puchi...
Dagger severed a major blood vessel.
The person fell down. Dead.
He leaped and landed on the shoulder of another.
Too fast. The person thought, terrified.
Pain shot through his heart.
He looked below. The dagger was gone. It had claimed his life and served its purpose. His vision grew dark. He fell on the ground, dead.
Puchi..
Puchi..
Puchi...
Thud..Thud..Thud..
A dagger to the head. A dagger to the neck, and a dagger through the temple to the brain.
The three fell at the same time.
Aiden absorbed their blood essence.
306 members of the Scarface gang, including the gang leader, Scarface and five other legendary rank 1 warriors, were dead.
Their corpses were strewn across the place as the thick scent of blood lingered in the air. Expressions of fear, shock and puzzlement could be seen on the faces of the corpses, at least, for those who had faces left.
The onlookers, observing from a distance, were terrified.
A man in white shirts now drenched in blood, jeans and slippers stood among the corpses. His eyes were crimson. His brown hair billowed. He had crimson daggers in his hand.
Under the moonlight of the twin moons, he looked like a god of death. The name, The Red Death finally sunk in.
No one knew who this mysterious person was or when he arrived in the city.
It was natural because criminal infested cities like Burning Sands City rarely paid attention to outside matters. They were outcasts of society who didn’t give a damn about what happened outside there.
It was only natural they’d not know about Aiden Vhorn, the crimson reaper.
Aiden kept the corpses in his storage bag and sighed.
"I guess I have to take another shower"
The crimson knives turned into blobs of blood and returned into him.
After that, he casually entered his apartment.
The onlookers left the place with shock and fear.
The name of the Red Death would spread to every nook and cranny of the Western District.
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Aiden took another shower and sat on a couch.
Very soon, someone knocked on his door.
He opened the door.
It was a lady.
"Sir Red Death, I’m here for the monthly rent" The woman was even scared of him as she spoke.
"Sure. How much is it?" Aiden asked politely. The woman was taken aback by his polite demeanor.
He was rumored to be a madman among madmen. To be called a madman in Burning Sands City was not a simple statement. Everyone here was a crazy person, a criminal. So one could imagine how impactful being called a madman by criminals was.
He looked nothing like the rumors said. Some exaggerated rumors even stated that he ate the flesh of his enemies.
So this was the legendary Red Death.
One should never judge someone based on appearance. He looked handsome. There was something magnetic about him, but apart from that, he was like a regular person on a regular day.
Before she came here, she had imagined a lot of scenarios. In all of them, the Red Death killed her.
Despite the fact that she was from the Habakuk Crime Organisation, and they run the Western District, the Red Death was rumored to be a volatile killer. So she had considered getting killed.
But, that didn’t happen.
"He’s still the terrifying Red Death, but it seems the rumors were overly exaggerated" She thought.
"Ma’am...ma’am ... hello.. how much is the rent please" Aiden said.
"Ah...sorry sir ..10,000 dollars sir" She replied Aiden.
"Alright" Aiden took out some money, counted the amount and handed it over to her.
"Thank you sir" The woman left.
"You’re welcome" Aiden nodded and closed the door.
He returned upstairs.
There was this plan he was cooking up.