Personality V: I will save everything

"Where are you going? How can you give up training halfway? Isn't that right? Oh, dear Mr. Orpheus~~"

At this moment, if one had to use one word to describe the novelist's inner feelings, it would undoubtedly be extreme regret, and this regret has reached an unprecedented level.

He couldn't help but think to himself: Why on earth did I say such nonsense for no reason? This is bad, I'm afraid I'm going to die.

In fact, ever since he entered this mysterious manor, he had rehearsed various possible ways of death in his mind countless times. Dismemberment, poisoning, stabbing... these horrific scenes reappeared in his imagination like movie scenes.

However, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he never expected that one day he would face such a tragic ending as being worked to death.

At this moment, the novelist's entire back was pressed against the door, as if the door had become his last straw. There was almost no gap between his body and the door, and it seemed that if he relaxed a little, Frederick outside the door would break in in the next second and kill him.

“............... “ The novelist covered his mouth with his hands in fear, fearing that even the slightest sound would slip through his fingers.

At this moment, his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his throat, and he was trembling with nervousness. He knew very well that once he was discovered, the consequences would be disastrous.

So he closed his eyes and tried his best to blend into the silence, trying to pretend that there was no one in the room so that Frederick outside the door would give up.

"Novelist, you'd better open the door yourself! Don't think I don't know you're in there. Your little tricks are child's play in my eyes and worthless! I'll start counting now. If you don't open the door by the count of three, don't blame me for being rude. I'll just barge in!"

Frederick's voice was like a sharp sword, piercing through the door and straight into the novelist's heart.

However, how could the novelist dare to open the door easily? He pressed against the door tightly, his body trembling slightly from the excessive force.

He kept praying in his heart: "Frederick must be just trying to scare me. He can't really break in. As long as I can hold on for a while longer and continue to pretend that no one is around, he will definitely give up and leave..."

"Three..." As Frederick's first number came out, the novelist felt that the whole world froze. Time seemed to become incomparably long, and every second was a torment.

"Two........." The second number hit the novelist's heart like a heavy hammer. His heart beat faster and faster, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"One..........." When the last number sounded, the novelist felt that he was on the verge of collapse. But he still gritted his teeth and refused to give in.

Hearing that there was no movement outside the door, the novelist breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little. He secretly rejoiced in his heart: "Maybe I have escaped this disaster." However, fate always seems to like to play tricks on people. Just when he was relieved...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" A deafening scream suddenly resounded throughout the room, like a thunder exploding in the ears.

The novelist was so frightened that his body trembled violently and his heart seemed to stop beating instantly. He opened his eyes wide in horror, almost popping out of his head.

Looking closely, it turned out that the madman Frederick had appeared at the door at some point. He was holding a large axe that was shining with cold light and was chopping at the door madly.

The sharp axe blade drew cold arcs in the air, with a whistling sound and terrifying power. Every impact made the door make a dull sound, and wood chips flew everywhere, as if the whole door would be split open in the next second.

The most terrifying thing was that the cold axe blade appeared next to the novelist's ear without any warning, and it was so close that he could almost feel the chill it emanated.

The fatal axe blade was just a little bit away from hitting the novelist's head. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the novelist could even clearly hear his own rapid breathing and heartbeat.

Fear was like an invisible hand that tightly gripped his throat, making him unable to move or make a sound.

Frederick, like an agile cheetah, quickly picked up the extremely sharp axe in his hand and chopped at the closed door without hesitation. With a dull thud, wood chips flew everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, a shocking hole appeared on the door.

"Aren't you here?" Frederick gasped as he peered through the hole. At this moment, the shivering novelist hiding in the corner of the room met his eyes.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” The next second, the novelist’s terrified scream resounded throughout the room, as if it was going to break through the roof and reach the sky.

In fact, it was no wonder that the novelist lost his composure like this, after all, Frederick looked too scary at the moment. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were fixed on the novelist, and he was breathing heavily, looking like a male ghost.

Such a terrifying scene is more shocking than any horror movie. Even the bravest people would be scared to death when seeing such a scene.

However, unlike those mindless horror movie characters who only know how to rush around, Frederick is a pretty smart and calm guy.

After confirming that the novelist was indeed in the room, he immediately reached his strong arm into the hole. Then, with his nimble fingers and knowledge of the door lock structure, he successfully unlocked the complicated door lock from the inside in a short while.

"Okay, novelist, I just want you to exercise. Look at you, it seems like you are almost dead. Can you cheer up a little?" Frederick said softly with a smile to the novelist who was curled up in the corner and shivering.

However, if one could ignore the cold and frightening axe in his hand at this moment, perhaps his smile could really have some soothing power.

The novelist's face was filled with horror, his mouth wide open, but he couldn't make a sound, as if he was completely frightened by what he saw.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, he didn't know whether the horrific scene just now had left too deep a shadow on him, or whether the poor novelist was extremely disgusted with what Frederick called "devil training".

In short, he just lay on the cold ground with his arms and legs spread out in a utterly ungraceful manner, looking like he had given up and didn't care what happened.

But how could Frederick let him get away with it so easily? Seeing the novelist's reckless attitude, Frederick snorted coldly: "Humph, do you think you can get away with this? Don't even think about it!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand without hesitation, grabbed the novelist's left leg tightly, and then dragged it forward effortlessly as if dragging a rag.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!” Along with the novelist’s extremely shrill screams, Frederick dragged him away with an expressionless face…

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"Oh, what a poor guy! He has now become a toy in Frederick's hands!" Norton, who was standing upstairs, folded his arms across his chest, looked at the scene below with regret, and couldn't help sighing and muttering to himself.

Downstairs, the unfortunate novelist was being mercilessly forced by Frederick to run non-stop. He was panting, and every step he took seemed extremely difficult, as if he would fall to the ground in the next second.

Sweat had already soaked his clothes, and kept flowing down his forehead, blurring his eyes. But even so, he did not dare to stop for a moment, because the devil-like Frederick behind him was waving a whip and roaring threateningly from time to time.

At this moment, the novelist felt that his lungs were about to explode and his heart was about to jump out of his throat. His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every time he lifted them, he had to use all his strength.

However, no matter how hard he tried, his speed was getting slower and slower, far from the distance Frederick required. Seeing Frederick's face getting gloomier, the novelist was filled with despair and fear, and felt that his life might be completely gone at this moment.

Novelist: _(:D)∠)_ is dead~

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the other side,

Carl is still going on with his little game.

"Daddy, I want a hug." A clear and soft voice came, with a hint of coquettishness and dependence. The little boy named Carl opened his arms and ran happily towards the Ripper.

The Ripper stretched out his hands somewhat stiffly and slowly held Carl in his arms. Although many days had passed, he still couldn't fully adapt to the situation before him - after sleeping for so long, he woke up to find that he had a son! This sudden change made him feel extremely confused and unfamiliar.

However, after spending these days together, the Ripper gradually noticed that there were some peculiar things about Carl that were different from other children.

Judging from his appearance alone, based on his current height and body shape, this child should be at least 15 years old. But what is incredible is that his words and deeds are as innocent, childish and cute as a child of only a few years old.

Sometimes, Carl would jump for joy because of a piece of candy; sometimes, he would burst into tears because of a small setback. He is full of curiosity about the world and always asks all kinds of strange questions that make people laugh.

Faced with such a unique Carl, the Ripper felt both responsibility and love as a father, but at the same time he couldn't help but have some doubts: What exactly caused Carl to have such a unique personality?

But after thinking about it carefully, the Ripper came up with an answer. Isn't this nonsense? How can a child raised by a "bad boy" be normal? (╥w╥`)

Looking at the Ripper in front of him, his face sometimes became extremely stiff, but he was still trying to maintain that creepy smile; sometimes he looked full of doubts, as if he was lost in deep thought; then, in an instant, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and the expression on his face instantly became clear.

This series of rapidly changing expressions made Carl, who was standing by, watch with great interest, and he couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of fun in his heart.

"Hehe..." Carl couldn't help but laugh out loud, but the laughter soon stopped.

Because at this moment, a thought that even he himself found somewhat unexpected suddenly popped up in his mind - if he had a father like the Ripper in his life, perhaps it would be a good thing?

But as soon as this idea came to mind, it was like a basin of ice water was poured over his head, and it was ruthlessly strangled in the cradle by Carl in an instant.

He shook his head vigorously and cursed in his heart: "What on earth am I thinking about! My mother is enough for me, I don't need a father at all! Humph, even if I really need a father, it can't be this guy Jack! Absolutely impossible!!!" Thinking of this, Carl's eyes flashed with a trace of firmness and determination.

If you ask Carl why he hates Jack so much?

Oh, that's the reason...

Let's slowly turn our gaze to the other side of the room. There's nothing there, just a wall, right?

Look more carefully. Well, since you are not Carl, you probably can't see it either. So let's just say it straight. Jack is there observing the Ripper and Carl's every move using the fog.

Well, it’s not quite accurate to call it observation, because Jack was so angry that he almost exploded.

Damn it! Carl has never shown me that kind of expression since I was a child. He has never even asked me to hug him or act coquettishly in my arms, let alone think about it!

why?

How on earth is this idiot-like guy better than me?!

ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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