Hunter of the Perished World

Even though the rubbish wall was thick and high, it was a wall that no ordinary person could climb, and Gin and Ramfil were nothing like cold meat. No matter how steep the pile was, it was just a pile of rocks. It was full of places to catch and places to burn. They were able to quickly climb up the trash wall and take control of the location overlooking the landscape of Slater House.

In the dark, the slatters patrolling the walls were unaware of Jin and Ramfil's infiltration.

Inside the slater house, there were several different types of buildings, including armoured buildings, accommodation, and cookware.

Nearby, there were white piles of bones that appeared to be humanoid, and there were corpses that appeared to have recently died.

The corpses that were razor-sharpened and pierced through the anus to the mouth were from rotting to those who appeared to have died yesterday.

'Looks like there's no food problem.'

For slatters, humans are food. Stretching such food like that is consistent with the saying that this group is full.

The hordes that had left the hunt have already returned, and they shout as they pour the bodies out of the cargo hold.

"Brother! These are families."

The slater of the orb was a muscular orb with a height that looked beyond the emitter and weighed over 200. As soon as the men and women and children were released, as well as the men tied to the bonnet, they vomited with horrific sights around them.

"Eww! Eww!"

"Help me! Help me!"

"What, are you sure you're okay?"

"No, sir! Apparently, Abby's strong. We ran into three of them and barely tied them up."

"Dude, that guy who looked useful the other day, he stitched it up right there."

"Brother Ai, did you think I was a strong stone head? I'm sure this time!"

Gene notices that his conjecture is coming together.

In the center of the slater house, there was a structure that was just for that purpose.

A cage made of scrap metal would be three metres tall, and inside was just a void.

Their hobby was the Arena. The rest of the slatters transport the bodies to the warehouse. The kidnapped family was trembling and unable to lift their heads. Boys and parents. They could only fear what would happen to them, holding each other in their arms.

And the leader smiled satisfactorily as he watched the scene.

No explanation, no process.

"Hey, but it was good of you to bring such loving friends."

"Isn't that right, brother?"

"That's enough for foreplay."

"Ugh, ugh! Aaaaah!"

"Help me! Help me!"

The couple are dragged into the hands of the slatters and dragged to the gates on either side of Cage.

"Now pick and choose whatever you want, and if you don't, just take what you give."

The slatters hold a rusty machete on either side of the woman or the man, then lock the door behind the cage. The man and woman stare at the machete in their hands in embarrassment.

It doesn't explain anything.

"Ahhhh! Hehe! Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu!"

However, the leader grabbed the boy's hair and dragged him into Cage's cage.

"What are you doing?"

The leader shrugs.

"Fight, baby, before your head explodes."

Yeah, yeah!

To see the spectacular sights, the slatters were crawling around the cage screaming for joy.

The leader takes his son hostage and orders his wife and husband to kill each other.

Kill it! Kill it!

The slatters surround the cage and scream like demons. The woman sat down and burst into tears, and her husband had a pale face.

Slatters are not just butchers. Enjoys the suffering, sadness, and pain of others They use family love for their simple amusement.

Seeing this grief, they feel an orgasm. It creates artificial pity and sadness, and looks at it and feels catharsis.

"Ugh! I want to see him die!"

Wood Duck!

"Ahhhh!"

"No! No, you bastards!"

The leader twists the boy's wrist. The little boy shouts as if a bowl slater could pull his arm out just a little bit. His side screams in anger, and the woman runs toward Cage, crying and hanging.

"Help me! Help me! I'll do anything, please! Please, just let him go!"

"If you fight me in my blood, I won't touch her. Look! Make it fun! Then he won't get hurt! Hahahahaha!"

I don't want a fight.

I just want you to show tremendous despair. A woman can't even go by herself. If we don't fight like we're killing each other, the child dies. The boy faints with a lather to make sure his arm is already twisted.

Gene looks at Ramfil.

Ramfil stares blankly at the inferno above and below the rubbish wall.

Rampil is also from the Arena run by Slatters. And Ramfil doesn't remember what happened to him.

What happened to Ramfil there and what else he did. What did Ramfil do while he was still alive in the Arena?

Death flashes into Ramfil's eyes.

Scream then.

The horror of that moment.

Fear at the time.

Despair at the time.

‘I…. Who did you kill?’

Ramfil is dazzled.

I start to think of things that I forgot. In the blurred memory, you hear a number of voices that intimidated young Ramfil.

I remembered my family crying. I remembered the shouts of the screaming anglers outside the fence, and the first moment thrown into the wall.

It was my brother who was taken hostage.

I put a knife to his throat and ordered Ramfil to kill his parents. Of course I couldn't move. Slatters assaulted hostages. I was mistreated until Ramfil moved.

Only after his brother's left arm was sawed off, was Ramfil able to move.

‘I'm sorry. I'm sorry. ’

As he was stabbed to death by a metal sword in Ramfil's hand, he said he was sorry.

‘You must live. You have to survive, okay? My baby... ’

As I was slaughtered and killed by my son, my mother told me to live.

Obviously, Ramfil killed his parents to free his brother from violence. I knew I couldn't save him with such an act, but I had to.

Slater's way of pushing people to the extreme is despicable, but there is no choice in his position.

In front of Ramfil, who killed his parents, the slatters molested him in front of their eyes. It was you, and by the time the five turned, he was dead, too.

And watching as Earl falls, they rejoice. It was just to enjoy watching Ramfil despair.

After enjoying the boy's despair, the slatters toss the Ramfil into the real Arena.

I couldn't die because it was unfair.

I was so scared that I couldn't die.

I couldn't die because I was miserable.

So I never, ever wanted to die.

You kill your opponent like a Martian, survive the day, and chew on slater's thrown flesh. Seeing slatters giggling, saying that the meat they eat is their parents' and brother's. Ramfil survived without a word. I survived the killing.

Soon, the slatters were afraid of Ramfil. And when the fear spread, slatters thought they had to kill the creepy little boy,

Wargrave approaches.

With everything in mind, Ramfil looks horribly stiff and stares down at the arena.

They were then.

I don't know how you marked Slater House's territory.

Ramfil couldn't remember as well as that.

For the tenth minute, the man did nothing, and the woman wept but nothing. Slatters are not allowed to use the hand tools. If you kill a boy, the hostages are gone. So I can't watch these two fight.

The chuckling leader's expression stiffens.

"Not funny."

Slatters prowl in the vicinity, frightened to speak. The man roughly throws the confused boy aside and points to the woman.

"Plug it in. Maybe one death will change your mind." "

In a simple instruction, you brought sharpened steel where the slatters came from. The woman intuits her fate, looking at the sewn corpses hanging near the Arena.

Losers, or those who do not listen, become such exhibits in the Arena. It becomes a lump of meat with an ugly stitch.

"Hee hee hee hee hee! Oh, no, no, no! No! Help me! Help me, honey!"

"Ugh, ugh..."

But neither can a man do anything. Slatters open the cage roughly, happy or unhappy with the time of slaughter.

Kill him!

Stick him!

The man stands in the way of the woman.

"Enough."

All of the slaters looked back, as well as the calm voice coming from behind, the leader of the voice, not from the slater.

There is a Wargrave shot with a calm, cold impression looking at them. As for the leader, the faces of those who had seen Ramfil were pale.

No one knew when they were coming in, and no one noticed until they reached this point.

Everyone freezes as if frozen.

"Well, well... Why are you here...?"

The leader wasn't the one who came to see you last time. However, I've been told the details of the situation to the man who was on the move as bait. After a few days, I thought I'd figure it out.

Gene sighs, looking down at the situation on the rubbish wall.

Ramfil scrambles through the slatters, pulling men and women out and throwing them next to the boy.

"Get out."

"Yes…. Yes?"

"Please, save me...."

"I told you to get out."

Ramfil says the man hugs the boy, and he starts running as he steps back. The bridge falls and falls, but they flee desperately.

No one could stop Ramfil from doing that. What's in front of you is Wargrave Soldier. There's Fortress nearby, and if you mess with Ramfil, he'll be a target.

Without having to go through such a process, slatters were overwhelmed by the atmosphere of the seams in front of them, killing their breath.

After seeing the family flee, Ramsay turns to face the leader.

"I know how to fight in the Arena."

Ramfil looks at the leader of the giant who looks like he has three more heads than he does.

"You seem to like fighting so much, why don't you fight me?"

"Well, that's... That's …."

Death match with Wargrave's cyborg soldier. The leader is distracted and unable to spit out a word, suppressed by Ramfil's strength. As he hesitates, Ramfil draws closer.

"Come to think of it, you don't have to give me a choice."

Grrr!

"Huff!"

A ruling leader is dragged into the cage with his head held in his grip. Ramfil throws him across the hall and looks around.

"Why, isn't this the kind of fight you want?"

Silence.

No one is cheering like they just did. The leader stands staggering, gazing at Rampil with a horrified look on his face.

"Why are you doing this...? I don't know… .This is just a little play of ours, and I will forgive you if you feel offended…."

Squeak!

"Ahhhh!"

At one kick, the squatting leader rolls the floor with his knee bent at an odd angle. Ramfil looks down at the leader, his expression unchanged.

"The nobleman was offended...."

"Ugh! I'm sorry! Sorry!"

Ramfil sweeps his head off the ground and stares at the fearful leader.

"I know you're hurting me. By the way..."

Boom!

"Shhh!"

"Are you trying to end up hurting your precious feelings with an apple?"

Phew!

I'm not trying to kill you.

Just to make him suffer, Ramfil was literally trampling his leader on his muscles.

In front of 500 slatters, their leader is mercilessly assaulted by only one Wargrave Soldier. Fearful gazes fill with horror, and no one can stop Ramfil's violence.

The fear that if I touch it wrong now, it will blow everyone's head off.