Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

"Ah... ah ah ah..."

"Ahhhh...!"

The screams came from far away from the depths of the dungeon, and the howls of suffering were endless. In the cell, the wounded cubs rolled all over the ground with their heads in their arms, and their inhuman faces became more ferocious. His eyeballs were bulging, veins popped out of his body, and his two extra hands scratched his arms, scratching out bloody red marks.

It lasted for a long time before the screams gradually became weaker. The tortured cub twitched and collapsed on the ground. Cold sweat soaked the mud under him, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

The black cat jumped down from the haystack and made a slight sound when it landed. The cub's dull eyeballs moved, as if looking for its figure.

The cat came around from behind and squatted next to his face.

The cub stared forward with slack eyesight, as if it was looking at the black shadow that stopped in front of its eyes, but it also seemed to be looking at nothing, its eyes were empty and numb, as if there was nothing.

The black cat looked at him quietly, the cell was dark and silent, and the sound of breathing was as faint as a candle that was about to go out.

"...It hurts..." After a long time, an incoherent murmur sounded in the cell, "It hurts..."

The little monster stared at the front blankly, talking about the pain in a tone without any ups and downs.

The black cat lowered its gaze, lowered its head, and meowed softly.

The soft, waxy and delicate cry seemed so abrupt in the dirty and messy dungeon.The slack pupils slowly focused, and the cub turned its eyeballs, gradually focusing on the black cat in front of it.

After such a long time, the black cat seems to be the same as it was at the beginning. Its fur is soft and delicate, and there is no mess. The cat's eyes are clean and clear, and the magnificent golden color has a dazzling and colorful streamer.

There is no match between the expensive one and the surrounding environment. It is more like a precious pet held in the palm of a nobleman and fed with golden nest and jade food.

"...not... dumb... cat... ah..." the cub murmured, and his trembling eyelids couldn't hold back a little bit.

"Snapped--"

The black cat raised its paw, and slapped the pad on his face, which was many times heavier than before.

The cub's eyelids barely opened a slit, and it seemed to stare dissatisfied.

Seeing that he was still alive, the black cat tilted its head, raised its paw and patted it several times, then stepped on the cub's face and walked up to his back, finding a suitable place to lie down.

—… stinky… cat…

The weak cub remembered the hatred in his heart, and slowly fell into the darkness full of resentment.

……

From that day on, the cubs often rolled all over the ground because of the pain in their bodies, and their mournful wailing sounded like the cries of evil spirits for their lives, making the entire dark dungeon more and more eerie.

The wounds on its body had almost scabbed over, but the cub acted as if it was enduring pain that others could not understand.

In the end, the daily wailing made his voice crippled. Even so, the cub, which could not make a sound, still opened its mouth in pain and let out a gasp. The scratches from his own scratches.

The black cat's tail was flicking behind him irritably, and the screams of the past few days made him unable to sleep well for several days.

Some places in the dungeon were guarded and could not be approached casually. Yayoi Kamdai who went out to search for information found nothing. Of course, he did not know what happened to the little monster. This feeling of ignorance and powerlessness in the information gap made him extremely uncomfortable.

and……

The black cat's eyes fell on the little monster curled up into a ball and twitching endlessly, and the golden cat's eyes flashed an unmechanized cold light.

Really, a bunch of maggots.

……

Another seven days passed, and on the seventh day, the two monks who always took away the cubs came here this time but did not open the iron gate immediately, but stood at the gate laughing and chatting.

"It looks about the same, doesn't it?" the thinner monk asked his companion, who touched his head and replied with some hesitation: "The steward said it should only be these two days, let's wait."

"Cut~" The monk turned and leaned against the iron gate, looking at his companion, "Tell me, can that thing really eat your brain?"

"It should be possible..." The companion glanced in, and by the light of the fire, he could only see the little monster inside lying motionless on the ground. "Since the steward has explained everything, there shouldn't be any problem..." The companion said hesitantly, with a very uncertain tone.

"Speaking of which, why do you have to eat the brain of this little monster? Is it not possible now?" the monk asked again, and his companion looked around erratically. "It's convenient to make a puppet or something."

The surrounding cold and dark environment mixed with vague groans made him a little creepy, shook his shoulders, squeezed the torch and said eagerly to the monk: "Let's go after the inspection, come back after he is dead, It's gloomy here, and I always feel that something unclean will pop out of nowhere."

"Ha~ Are you still afraid of ghosts at such an adult?" The monk mocked unceremoniously, and his companion gave him an angry hammer: "If you don't leave, I can leave." After speaking, he turned around and left with a torch. The monk quickly followed.

"Hey, you took the torch away, how can I get out, wait for me!"

The black cat came out from behind the haystack, stood at the door and watched the two people leave while talking and laughing.The cub behind him groaned from time to time, and was so tormented by the pain that he couldn't even sleep peacefully.

Evil ghosts wear human skins and live in the sun more like human beings than human beings.

It wasn't until the backs of the two disappeared that the black cat turned around and walked to the cub's side. It clawed away the messy hair, its pupils shrank to the extreme, and stared intently.

From time to time, there was something wriggling under the flesh of the forehead, bulging the flesh into a small bag, and then quickly disappeared.

Probably the villains in every story have a tragic past, which creates a future where they do all kinds of crimes.

In this world, the weak without power are inferior to poultry. Even the ghosts and gods who are angry with humans and gods were once locked in cages and abused wantonly like livestock.

He already knew how to leave this plot point. As expected of a game in the underworld, everything was calculated clearly.

The black cat stared at the dying cub, its sharp claws ready to move under the pad.

……never mind.

The black cat sighed humanely, moved closer to the sleeping cub's face, lowered its head, and pressed its forehead against it.

It may be a legend that a cat has nine lives, but as the possession of a civet, the little prince's body really has two lives.

Originally, I wanted to keep it as a backup... Tsk.

A second cat tail slowly appeared behind the black cat. The two tails swayed gently in the air, and a thin shimmer of light overflowed from the cat, like fireflies at night, slowly illuminating the dark prison cell.

The unspeakable pain in his head was gradually relieved, and there seemed to be a very dazzling light in front of his eyes, and the sleepy cub trembled and opened his eyelids a little.

His sight crashed into a piece of peaceful gold without warning.

Like the rising sun that I dreamed about a long time ago, it is dazzling but not dazzling. The soft light shines on the body, soothes the pain, dispels the long-standing darkness in the bottom of my heart, and brings bursts of warmth.

In a trance, the cub seemed to see the lush green grassland. When the breeze blows, the fragrance of grass, trees and soil comes to the nose, the stream is gurgling, and the birds are singing softly. Before falling into a peaceful and beautiful sleep, he vaguely seems to hear A cold voice spoke softly.

"...Little monster, remember, you owe me your life..."

...you are...the...little monster...

smelly cat.

……

The cub who had a rare good dream slept for a long time. When he woke up, the wound on his body that hurt all the time seemed to be numb from the pain, and he couldn't feel any unbearable pain. His heavy and numb body seemed to be relaxed many times. This novelty made the cub feel much better.

He sat up from the ground and looked around. The arrogant stinky cat was sleeping not far away, ignoring the fact that the other party never slept on the ground. It's the act of stepping on the face and head, using himself as a floor mat, and sneered repeatedly in his mouth.

Stinky cat, let me catch my chance!

Seeing that the other party was still sleeping, the cub born from Econg's gallbladder breathed lightly, crawling over carefully as if afraid of waking the cat, and then stretched out his hand with a fierce look in his eyes.

However, the next second after touching the cat's hair, the ferocious expression on the cub's face froze.

Starting from where the fingertips touched, the cat's body slowly turned into shimmering light particles, like a weathered statue, and began to disappear bit by bit.

……Disappeared……?

The hand that had lost its target fell limply to the ground, and the cub stared blankly ahead.

The shimmering light that the cat turned into lit up the dark room, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, and like light insects flying at night.

The cub opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound. He wanted to raise his hand to catch the light particles in the sky, but his body suddenly seemed to be not his own, completely out of control.

He could only sit in a daze, watching the star-like particles of light slowly rise into the sky, flickering, turning into debris and extinguishing, leaving nothing in the end.

Just like it intruded inexplicably, stayed arbitrarily and domineeringly, and now disappeared without arbitrariness.

After a long time, in the pitch blackness, the cub's fingers touched the opened paper bag on the ground. He lowered his head and found that there was still a piece of uneaten pastry inside. The stiff fingers made of dirt twirled the soft cake and put it into his mouth, his eyes became as hollow as usual, and he chewed mechanically and numbly.

... unpalatable.

……

[The plot point "Scroll of Memories" is completed. 】

[Function unlocked, pain perception can be adjusted. 】

Yayoi Kindai, who had exited from the plot, knocked out the believer who was meeting him. Hearing the system prompt in his head, he took off the other party's clothes and put them on himself, feeling speechless for a while.

Will the producer of this game know it?It is only now that the function of regulating pain is brought out, is it sick?

When walking out of the gate of the dungeon, Yayoi Kojiro stopped suddenly.

Not far ahead, a dozen or so monks in white robes with golden lotus tattooed on their cuffs stood in the open space. One of them put his palms together, took two steps forward, and bent his body towards the gate of the dungeon.

Looking at the stern-looking believers behind him holding various weapons ready to go, Yayoi Kojiro took a few seconds to measure the gap between the enemy and us, slowly raised his hands, and gave up resistance.

【030, Pain sensation decreased by 80.00%. 】

……

In an uninhabited remote mountain, on a towering canopy of trees, Su Nuo on both sides looks at the full moon hanging in the sky in the distance.

"My lord." Limei's figure suddenly appeared behind him, stepping on the crown of the tree and half kneeling as if walking on the ground. "Already prepared."

"...Ah." After a long time, a low voice echoed from the front.

Su Nuo on both sides looked at the dark building hidden in the mountains and ravines with his back facing the full moon under the moonlight, his eyes were as deep as the mud in the depths of a swamp, even the moonlight could not penetrate.

"Look, don't let any of them out."

"Yes." Li Mei answered with a bow, and then hesitantly spoke before Liangmian Su Nuo was about to leave. "My lord...do you like cats?"

Otherwise, why would he be so tolerant to that person, a brat who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, but can get special treatment from adults.

Su Nuo on both sides paused for a moment, and his voice sank several degrees inexplicably.

"...Quite the opposite."

"I hate cats."

"Very annoying."