Unholy Player
Chapter 119: Luring [Edited]

Chapter 119: Luring [Edited]

While Adyr worked with the focus of a seasoned artist, the Boy watched him with a twisted kind of curiosity.

When the mutant first arrived, he shivered and thought his end would be the same as those left hanging on meat hooks. The air still carried the sharp scent of blood, and the low groan of metal echoed faintly from above. When the one-armed, one-legged older brother threw himself forward to protect him, the Boy felt a moment of hope, but what could someone like that really do? In the end, without accomplishing anything, he began to die in the mutant’s hands.

But everything started after that.

Before his young mind could fully grasp what was happening, everything unfolded all at once. The mutant that had made everyone tremble in fear was now dying in the hands of another older brother.

Neris had long ago pulled him close, pressing him against her chest to shield his view from scenes like this, but the Boy had found a crack, and through it, his eyes stayed fully focused, burning every detail into memory.

The monster, the very same mutant that had taken his mother’s life, was now lying on the same table, subjected to the same treatment. The sight gave him a sense of satisfaction he couldn’t describe, something he had never felt before.

Every disgusting sound from Adyr’s blade rang in his ears like a melody. The wet friction of torn skin, the dull thud of muscle being separated, the rhythmic scrape of steel over flesh, it all came together in a grotesque harmony.

And finally, when Adyr lifted the corpse, prepared it, and positioned it like a mannequin, like a statue, making it stand upright as if it had never died, that became the final spark in the Boy’s eyes.

For the first time in his life, he realized he was seeing something beautiful.

The man in front of him hadn’t just taken the mutant’s life, he had given it a new one. As if death alone wasn’t enough punishment for its sins, he had brought it back to suffer endlessly.

A thought suddenly fell into the Boy’s mind. Something his mother had once spoken of. But before he could dwell on it, the older brother turned toward them, raising a finger to his lips in a silent gesture.

The Boy had the mind to understand what he meant. He stayed quiet. Held his breath. Watched with full attention. Whatever the older brother was about to do, he wanted to see every moment, and then, he saw him disappear into the corner of the room, swallowed by the darkness.

His eyes searched the black, trying to track the silhouette, when another mutant entered the room. This one was bigger, fatter, and its color appeared even grayer than the last. Its feet squelched against the blood-slick floor as it stepped forward.

But the Boy didn’t feel afraid this time. He only watched. Because he knew.

Behind that mutant, hidden in the shadows, waiting to punish it, was a devil.

—

"Hey Marek, what’s taking you so long? Boss is starting to get pissed," said the fat mutant as he stepped inside. His face twisted in irritation when he saw his companion standing in front of the butcher table.

It had been a while since Marek had gone off to get some food, and the idiot still hadn’t come back.

Adyr, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes as he examined the new mutant. This one was larger than the others. The deformities on his face and around his mouth were more pronounced, and more importantly, his skin had a darker gray tone.

He has to be one of the higher-ranked ones. And strong. Adyr made the assessment quickly.

Drawing on his past experience fighting them, he made a quick decision—he needed to increase his stats before engaging.

Ever since he discovered the energy crystal on the mutant bodies, Adyr had quietly wondered whether the system had also arrived in this world—and if so, what actions might trigger a system response. He tried accessing his stat panel several times immediately afterward, but each attempt failed. All he saw was a brief visual glitch: fragmented code flashing across his vision before fading away.

Eventually, after several attempts within the hour, the panel fully loaded—stable and complete.

It felt as if the game system was gradually syncing with this world, adapting piece by piece. And Adyr had no intention of wasting that advantage.

He opened the system logs and located three talent registration prompts he had previously ignored.

[Talent Recognition: "Stealth(Lv2)" confirmed.]

– Talent identified through successful evasion, environmental blending, and minimal detection while tracking targets.

[Talent Recognition: "Trapper(Lv2)" confirmed.]

– Talent identified through calculated positioning, silent approach, and execution of effective surprise engagements.

[Talent Recognition: "Butchering(Lv2)" confirmed.]

– Talent identified through efficient dismemberment, controlled dismantling of bodies, and precise use of blades in close quarters.

- Proceed with registration to the Status Panel?

- Cost: 10 Energy per talent

- Reward: 10 Free Stat Points per talent

Adyr spent 30 energy to confirm all three, leaving him with 64 energy worth of crystal remaining.

He immediately allocated the newly gained stat points toward the attributes he needed most in the moment.

[Name]: Adyr

[Race]: Dawn Human

[Path]: Primora

[Evolution Step]: 1

[Physique]: 30 → 50

[Will]: 25

[Resilience]: 24 → 34

[Sense]: 10

[Energy]: 30 / 189 → 0 / 219

[Registered Talents]: 9/10

[Observer] Lv2, [Tracking] Lv2, [Throwing] Lv2, [Cooking] Lv2, [Linguistic] Lv2, [Tactician] Lv2, [Stealth] Lv2, [Trapper] Lv2, [Butchering] Lv2

[Sparks]: 3/5

[Sanctuary]: Dawn Land

[Free Stat Points]: 0

He put 20 stat points into [Physique], by far the most critical. Mutant skin was incredibly thick, and overcoming it required raw strength.

He also invested in [Resilience] to make sure his body wouldn’t get overwhelmed in a direct clash. Even with high strength, a close-range struggle in a tight space could turn into a battle of endurance. In a wrestling scenario, the more durable opponent usually wins. He didn’t want that to be used against him.

The entire process was done in just one second. He had never taken his eyes off the mutant. He kept watching, waiting for the right moment.

"Hey, I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?" The mutant said, walking closer after getting no answer. He gave a quick glance at the silent prisoners sitting nearby, then placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

"Why the fuck are you ignoring me?"

But the question never got a response. Instead, he felt a sharp pressure on his neck, and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground, staring at the floor.

"Aughgh."

The mutant thrashed, trying to breathe, but multiple wires dug into his throat, and something heavy pinned him in place.

Adyr was sitting on the mutant’s back. He used his legs to pin down the arms, stopping any attempt to push up. With both hands, he pulled tightly on the wires wrapped around the mutant’s neck.

He’d learned from past encounters. This time, he didn’t use just one wire—he used five, braided together. And even that barely seemed enough against the mutant’s dense skin and brute strength.

"Ah. Looks like this will take a little time," Adyr muttered as he watched the mutant’s body writhe beneath him.

His increased strength was enough to keep the mutant pinned, like an iron block pressing it down. He had the force to choke it, but the creature was more resistant than he expected.

As he had guessed, this had already turned into a durability match—but fortunately, Adyr was prepared. With high [Resilience], he didn’t look like he would tire anytime soon.

But still, not wanting it to take longer than necessary, he turned his head toward the crippled STF operative who was still watching in disbelief from the corner.

"Hey. Can you help me a little?"

The man responded quickly. "Yes."

The shock on his face was obvious. Division had only recently been established, and training for new mutants had just begun. Yet Adyr’s physical power already seemed to surpass his own. And Adyr wasn’t even 20 yet.

"Take my pistol and shoot him in the eyes," Adyr said, tilting his head toward the weapon on his belt. He specifically emphasized the eyes—he doubted any bullet could break through that skin.

The STF operative rose quickly and approached, retrieving the pistol from Adyr’s belt. Without being told, he reached into a pouch and pulled out a suppressor. Despite having only one arm, he moved with experienced precision. Using the pressure of his torso to brace the weapon against his side, he carefully aligned the suppressor and screwed it onto the barrel with a steady hand.

These newer-generation sidearms were already quiet, but in this situation, minimizing noise was critical.

As Adyr yanked the mutant’s head to the side with his foot, the man found his angle and pulled the trigger.

Thp.

Thp.

Two shots, clean and without hesitation. Both rounds punched through the eyes and blew apart the mutant’s brain.

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