Bab 7: Into the Abyss
While I was jumping from building to building, heading toward 14th Avenue Baker Street to investigate, my smartwatch rang. I answered the call.
"Hello, boss. Doug and me are here," came Ren's voice.
"Good," I replied.
"Do we just have to tail Dr. Chris?"
"Yes. Where are you guys right now?"
"We're inside the hospital. Doug's currently in front of a meeting the doctor is in. And... the doctor's address is 14th Avenue Baker Street, so your info is correct."
"Good. Make sure he doesn't leave your sight and be ready to apprehend him if I give the word," I ordered.
"Yes, boss," Ren replied.
"All right, I'll end the call. Take care," I said, ending the call.
Lillia is with the boy. Ren and Doug are tailing the doctor. I sighed, focusing on the task at hand. All right, let's get to the bottom of this—whether the boy is lying and if this doctor is a villain. The day had already been exhausting, but this investigation needed my full attention. As I arrived at 14th Avenue Baker Street, I saw a building with a red rooftop.
I approached the door and found it locked. After knocking and receiving no answer, I simply broke the lock and entered, gripping my spear tightly, prepared for anything.
The house, however, was not what I expected. It looked almost... normal. Too normal. The living room was clean, the kitchen spotless. Picture frames lined the walls, and at a glance, everything seemed ordinary—except for the overwhelming sense of wrongness that lingered. The cleanliness was too precise, too rehearsed, as though the house was an imitation of a home, not a real one.
The air was faintly sweet, like flowers that had long since died. My stomach churned, but I pushed forward, alert to every detail. The house was larger inside than it appeared on the outside—an expansion spell, no doubt. It was clear that Chris had money. Yet, as I moved deeper into the house, I noticed subtle signs. The number of chairs, utensils—everything was for one person, no more.
Then, I saw it—a shimmer in the hallway, like a barrier blocking the path ahead. I grimaced, knowing what I had to say.
"Chris is the most handsome man in the entire cosmos."
The barrier vanished, and I stepped forward, crossing into something darker than I had imagined.
The moment I entered, a wave of nausea hit me like a punch to the gut. The air was thick with the rancid stench of rot, so powerful I instinctively gagged, pressing a hand to my mouth. My eyes watered, and for a moment, I considered turning back. But I couldn't. I had to see this through.
The room I entered was a nightmare. Medical instruments—rusted, twisted things—lined the shelves, their edges coated in dark, dried fluid. I didn't need to get closer to know it was blood. The floor beneath my feet squelched as I stepped, a sticky, thick substance clinging to my boots. I dared to look down—blood, pooling in places where it hadn't dried.
Then I saw them. Corpses—or rather, what was left of them. Human bodies mutilated beyond recognition, limbs twisted into grotesque shapes, sewn together in ways that defied reason. One face looked at me with empty sockets where eyes should have been, its mouth sewn shut with thick black thread, lips pulled over shattered teeth. The sight alone made bile rise in my throat, but I forced it down.
In the center of the room stood the worst of it all—an abomination. An amalgamation of human parts stitched together in some horrific mockery of life
The head of a man rested on the torso of a woman, eyes open but lifeless, staring into nothing. The right arm was grotesquely oversized, far larger than the left, while the lower body was a fused mess of flesh and bone, utterly unrecognizable. It was an abomination, a mockery of life itself. A horror so grotesque that I nearly puked right there.
I stumbled back, struggling to breathe as I took in the abominable scene. The room felt like it was closing in around me, the air thick with the stench of death and suffering. Every step I took was haunted by the squelch of blood and remnants of flesh under my boots. I fought to steady my hands as I took out my phone, capturing photos of everything—the corpses, the instruments, the vile centerpiece of Chris's twisted experiments.
Each click of the camera made me feel sick, as though I was recording something so deeply wrong that the very act of documenting it was a crime in itself. But this was evidence, and I needed it. I had to make sure this monster paid for what he had done. As I gathered hairs and nails from the victims, my heart pounded in my chest. I forced myself to remain calm, though my stomach churned with disgust and rage.
Just as I was about to leave the room, my smartwatch vibrated in my pocket. I answered it immediately, already knowing who it was.
"Hello, boss."
It was Ren.
"Hey, capture that bastard immediately," I ordered, my voice low and tight with anger.
"Already on it, boss," Ren replied without hesitation.
"Good. Bring him to the Association. I'll bring the evidence," I said, ending the call as I steeled myself to look at the amalgamation of bodies again. This was going to be the key to bringing him down.
With trembling hands, I snapped the final picture, capturing the monstrosity in all its horror. Click. The image burned into my mind—an endless nightmare that I knew would haunt me for a long time.
As I turned to leave, something struck me from behind, sending me crashing through the front wall of the house and out into the street. My vision blurred for a moment, stars dancing across my sight as I struggled to get to my feet. Pain shot through my body, but I gritted my teeth and stood up, gripping my spear as I scanned the wreckage for my attacker.
--
"Doug, boss said we should catch him," I whispered, hiding in the shadows as we followed Dr. Chris down a quiet street.
"All right, I'll distract him. You incapacitate him," Doug replied with a nod.
We had been tailing him for a while now, watching as he walked toward what we presumed was his home. Doug stepped forward, putting our plan into motion.
"Help! Please, somebody help!" Doug cried out, feigning distress.
Chris turned with a sinister smile, drawn to the scene like a predator sensing easy prey. He approached Doug, calm and composed, as if he knew something we didn't. As soon as he was close enough, Chris pulled out a wand and pointed it at Doug, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"I wouldn't move if I were you," Chris said smoothly, his voice laced with arrogance. "I can cast level two spells without even chanting."
I tensed, ready to strike, but Chris's confidence gave me pause. I complied, stepping out of the shadows, a knife already in hand. I hurled it toward him, but his barrier flared to life, deflecting the blade with ease.
"Bolt!" Chris shouted, sending a crackling thunderbolt directly at Doug. The air crackled with energy, and Doug was engulfed in a violent flash of light.
I held my breath for a moment, but as the smoke cleared, Doug stood there, unscathed, a smirk on his face.
"You really think that's enough to kill me?" Doug laughed, stepping forward. "My talent is Iron Body. You'll need something a lot stronger than that."
Chris's smirk faltered as Doug barreled towards him, unaffected by the bolts of lightning Chris threw his way. The street lit up with the flashes of energy, but Doug shrugged them off, moving forward like an unstoppable force.
"Now, Ren!" Doug shouted, and I didn't hesitate.
I darted forward, closing the gap between Chris and me in an instant. My sword was at his throat before he even had time to react. The arrogance in his eyes faded, replaced by pure panic.
"Don't move," I growled, pressing the blade closer. "Drop your wand if you want to live."
Chris's eyes darted between me and Doug, fear finally settling in. Slowly, he let the wand fall from his hand.
"What... what do you want?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Doug stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the doctor. "We're here to arrest you for suspicious activity," he said coldly.
"Where's your evidence?" Chris stammered, desperation creeping into his voice.
"Our boss is collecting it as we speak," I replied. My words made him flinch.
"So, you're the ones snooping around my house." Chris's expression twisted into something darker. "Then you should be worried. The moment your boss stepped into my lab, he triggered a defense mechanism. He's probably being attacked by my chimera right now. If you don't let me go, he'll die."
"A chimera?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Chris's face lit up with a sick sort of pride. "Yes, a creature I created. It's as strong as a mid-tier hero. If you let me go, I'll call it off."
But Doug and I both laughed, our voices loud in the otherwise quiet street.
"If your chimera is only mid-tier, then the boss will have no problem dealing with it," I said with a grin.
Chris blinked in confusion, his confidence slipping even further.
Doug folded his arms, leaning in slightly. "Our boss isn't just some amateur hero. He's ranked 1269 in the rankings—a high mid-tier hero. Your chimera won't last long."
Chris's eyes widened in horror, his body trembling as realization set in. "W-what... What guild are you from?" he stammered.
"Tsukimichi," Doug said proudly.
Before Chris could react, I swung the hilt of my sword down, knocking him unconscious in one swift move.
--
As Brandon stepped out of the dimly lit room, an unsettling chill swept through the air. Instinctively, he spun around, spear at the ready, just in time to block an incoming strike. The force of the blow reverberated through his arms, and he was sent flying through the air, crashing through the wall of the corridor with a resounding crash. Dust and debris rained down around him as he landed outside the crumbling structure, his breath knocked from his lungs.
Shaking off the disorientation, Brandon rolled to his feet, eyes scanning the area for the source of the attack. From the shadows, it emerged—a chimera, a grotesque abomination that defied the very essence of life. The head of a man rested on a woman's torso, eyes open but lifeless, staring blankly into the void. Its right arm was a monstrous size, a grotesque parody of strength, while the lower body was a chaotic mess of fused flesh and bone.
The creature let out a guttural roar, the sound a chilling mix of agony and anger. Brandon felt his heart quicken, but pity would not hold him back. With a fierce determination, he tightened his grip on the spear, feeling the smooth wood beneath his calloused fingers.
The chimera lunged, its oversized arm swinging with incredible force. Brandon sidestepped, the air whooshing past him as the blow narrowly missed. He retaliated, thrusting the spear forward with precision, aiming for the creature's exposed flank. The tip of the spear pierced the abomination's flesh, and a sickening squelch echoed as he pulled it back, causing the chimera to stagger.
But there was no time to relish the moment. It roared in fury, swinging its grotesque arm again. Brandon ducked under the strike, rolling to the side and coming up to his feet in a fluid motion. He focused on the chimera, analyzing its movements. The creature was strong, but its bulk made it slow.
He moved like a phantom, darting in and out of reach. Each thrust and slice of his spear was precise and calculated, striking at the weak points he had identified. The chimera flailed its massive arm, but Brandon was already gone, weaving between the remnants of the ruined walls.
With every blow he landed, the chimera weakened. Deep cuts and gaping wounds marred its grotesque body, but the creature was relentless. It charged again, but Brandon was prepared. He sidestepped, feeling the rush of wind as the chimera barreled past him, its momentum leaving it vulnerable.
Seizing the moment, Brandon thrust the spear upward, slicing through the flesh of the creature's lower body. The chimera let out a horrific shriek, collapsing to the ground in a tangle of limbs and blood.
Brandon didn't hesitate. He leaped atop the writhing creature, spear poised for the final strike. With a swift, decisive motion, he plunged the spear into the creature's neck, feeling it penetrate deeply into the flesh. The chimera thrashed, its grotesque body convulsing before finally stilling.
Breathing heavily, Brandon stood over the defeated creature, his spear embedded in its lifeless form. He looked down at the horror he had vanquished, a shudder running through him at the sight of the abomination. With a solemn voice, he murmured, "May the moonlit path guide your poor souls to paradise."
He withdrew the spear, wiping the blood from its shaft. The battle was won, but the echoes of the chimera's grotesque existence lingered in the air, a reminder of the darkness that could lurk just beyond the shadows.
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