The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Hehehe... No! Cough cough!"

Blood gushed out, and the burly guard tried to cover his wound, but suddenly everything went black.

The steel blade brutally pierced the eye socket, then stirred wildly.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The guard didn't know why this was happening, but he never had the chance to find out.

winter.

The body crashed heavily onto the cold, hard, and dirty ground, proving the passing of a life and startling everyone who had been watching in shock.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the slaves, the boy gripped the short sword, which was painted red and white, and inhaled deeply.

"what……"

The boy's body was splattered with blood, and compared to his own body, which was already soaked in cold, the blood flowing from someone else's body felt surprisingly hot.

Under the influence of blood, the boy, who had always remained calm no matter what situation he faced, suddenly began to react differently.

He licked the blood that had splattered on his lips with the tip of his tongue and smiled.

That was the joyful smile after the hunger in his heart had been satisfied.

An unclear, angry voice came from behind the iron gate, and someone rushed over after sensing something was wrong:

"What happened!?"

"Is that guy dead?"

"Never mind that, hurry down and check it out!"

But the boy paid no heed to the approaching sounds of danger from behind.

"You killed him!?"

The old man, who had witnessed the astonishing change up close, trembled and said in disbelief:

"There's absolutely no way they can escape!"

"Why...did you save me?"

The boy thought for a moment, then said to the old man as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"Because you want to live."

Those who give up on living are not worth helping, but those who are unwilling to give up are different.

"And I want to as well."

elder:!!?

Correct.

The boy looked at the old man, who was lost in thought, and smiled serenely.

"I want to live."

Although we still don't understand what death is, and even though we don't have a reason for it yet, but...

This is the only thing he has figured out during this period.

Survive.

"...Are you crazy?"

The boy tilted his head and nodded firmly:

"If being crazy could save me from death, I'd rather be crazy."

After speaking, amidst the incomprehensible gazes of all the slaves, the boy took the initiative to push open the door and greet the several guards who rushed over to check the situation.

"And now, I need to find a way to survive."

With death.

Chapter 478 Name

Carrying a short knife, he climbed the steps one by one.

The boy forcefully inhaled the icy air into his lungs, feeling the biting cold.

He exhaled a faint white mist, and his eyes brightened considerably.

When the dagger pierced the strong man's heart in the back, the boy felt no pleasure in revenge.

In fact, there was a clear void in his heart, a huge emptiness.

I don't care if I get hurt.

It doesn't matter if my parents pass away and I'm all alone.

Eating unpalatable food and doing slave work, none of that mattered.

Even being killed repeatedly was of no concern to him.

He could sense all the changes, but he didn't care about any of them.

His heart was beating, his blood was flowing, and from a common-sense perspective, he was indeed alive and quite healthy.

But from another perspective, he doesn't seem to be completely alive either.

The boy's heart seemed to have died.

Everything in sight was gray and lifeless.

But when the blood splattered onto his body, he suddenly had a peculiar feeling.

The feeling of being alive.

The emptiness in his heart was briefly filled, and the boy experienced something new and exciting he had never felt before!

The searing heat of the blood, the pungent smell of blood filling my nostrils, the sweet taste bursting on my tongue…

And most importantly, the emotion of taking a life from someone else's hand.

The gray world seemed to have gained color, which stirred people's hearts.

Following his impulse, he instinctively slashed the guard's neck with his dagger, pierced his eye socket with the blade, and killed him completely.

All movements were seamless and natural, as instinctive as breathing.

The boy savored the feeling and exhaled contentedly.

"If only we could continue..."

As the restlessness in his body gradually subsided, he couldn't help but mutter to himself like this.

Then, as if his prayer had been heard...

bang bang bang!

The sounds of clashing weapons, heavy breathing, and approaching, noisy footsteps came from around the corner of the stairs. Several enormous creatures were charging forward recklessly.

"Hey! How's it going?"

"Tika!!! Say something, you fucking bastard! Are you dead?"

"Damn, did he go out with women yesterday and overdo it? He can't just fall and die, can he?"

The other guards were rapidly approaching, but the boy wasn't worried; on the contrary, he became excited.

coming soon.

bring it on……

His emotions were churning, but his steps remained steady as he continued walking.

Finally, the not-so-long staircase was quickly traversed, and three guards rushed out from around the corner, immediately spotting the boy climbing upwards.

"Damn it! This is really messed up!"

Hey! You bastard up ahead!

"How dare you run out here! Where's Tika!? What have you done to him!?"

Tikka?

Are you referring to the dead guard?

The boy wanted to speak, but before he could, a beam of white light slashed directly at him.

Clang!

Card!!!

The short knife in his hand could not withstand the attack and flew out of his hand the instant his hand broke.

A weak, young slave boy is no match for a guard who trains every day; they are completely at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

But when the weapon left his hand, the boy did not stop. Instead, he seized the moment when his opponent's movements froze and took a step forward, instantly closing the distance!

Then, he raised his hand and thrust forward.

laugh!

"Aaaaaah!!! I! I can't see! My eyes!!!"

The boy shoved his finger directly into the other person's eyeball.

However, the pain in his fingers negated the feasibility of this plan.

The finger would break; it's not feasible.

"The difference in strength is too great..."

As the boy was thinking this, an angry figure approached from the side, and then darkness fell before his eyes.

"We need to change our weapon."

……

Opening his eyes before the iron gate, the boy didn't think twice. He turned around, went back into the dungeon, and pulled the unused iron sword from Tika's corpse at his waist.

Then he passed through the iron gate again, leaving all the dazed slaves in the darkness.