Chapter 12: Temptation

Translated by: Chua

Edited by: I and Elkassar

“Sorry…” Said Sheyan in a low voice, locking the door behind him. The two policemen did not understand, and asked curiously: “What?”

Sheyan inched closer to one of the policeman, and smashed his knee onto the policeman’s belly! The policeman groaned in pain, however his training had allowed him to withstand the pain, counterattacking, he swung a punch at his enemy’s chin.

Normally, the receiving party would cover his face and dodge backwards, however, the cruel reality was: His enemy just lightly shrugged his head upon impact, immediately smashing down on this policeman’s head causing him to faint.

Although Sheyan could still be considered a rookie in combat, full of openings, his innate ability allowed him to ensure his enemy’s close combat abilities were greatly weakened, giving him an unfair advantage!

After realizing something was wrong, the other policeman immediately retrieved his pistol. However, Sheyan swung his left leg, kicking a nearby stool, it flew with such impact one could hear the whirring sound of the wind. The policeman immediately dodged as the stool crashed onto the wall smashing into several bits, yet he continued to maintain a steady posture taking aim with his pistol. But Sheyan had already arrived in front of him using his hand to strangle this policeman, forcefully pinning him onto the wall!

The policeman slumped down the wall onto the ground like mud . Learning a lesson from Cazider, Sheyan did not dare to strike a killing blow, contented to just knock the two policemen unconscious.

The loud happenings inside the room had startled the policemen outside, as in a raging frenzy they retrieved their pistols, and starting banging against the door. However they did not dare to fire off for fear of the bullet ricocheting, and hitting their allies. Hence, the locked door gave Sheyan at least 10 seconds of additional time.

Every move was already calculated and played out in Sheyan’s mind a few times, after knocking the policemen out cold, he wasted no time in rushing to Cazider, and suppressing his right hand. This time, Sheyan’s intrusion was playing out perfectly.

The blanket covering Cazider suddenly moved, as something hit against Sheyan’s face. The heavily injured Cazider actually still had the strength to resist! His right hand was also trembling, tightly holding onto an extremely sharp dagger! Before they arrested Cazider, the police would have already conducted a strict full body search, however ever since he had changed into a hospital garment, no one knew where he had acquired this vicious weapon!

Faced with the sudden chaos, Sheyan only grinned without trying to dodge or escape, he continued pressing down fiercely on Cazider’s wrist. The sharp dagger pierced through his skin, penetrating into his flesh but was stopped in its track when it encountered the rock solid bone. “Clank!” The dagger broke! This vicious stab was totally negated by Sheyan’s innate ability. To Sheyan, the heavily injured Cazider without a firearm was not even a threat.

At this time, Sheyan’s hand was already pressing down on Cazider’s right wrist, using strength to further pressure it down. Cazider let out a miserable scream. His right wrist was being slowly broken! Sheyan was very swift, proceeding to break Cazider’s other wrist. Afterward he forcefully teared apart the handcuffs binding Cazider’s wrist, ripping apart a chunk of flesh at the same time. Cazider’s bleeding and deformed wrists were simply unsightly.

At that moment, the locked room door had been forced open by the flustered policemen, in a matter of seconds, 5 pistols were being aimed at Sheyan. Three of them were fuming and demanded Sheyan to place both his hands onto the wall.

Sheyan suddenly burst into a fit of crazed laughter, raising the broken window by Cazider’s side, he proceeded to jump down from the third floor! His powerful strength caused his character to exhibit his decisive and inherently intuitive nature to be on full display. Simultaneously, gunshots arose and the smell of gunpowder filled the room. At least 7-8 rounds landed on his back but were completely negated! Sheyan had already experienced resisting the firepower of these small revolvers that the police used. Although his back looked as though it was bleeding excessively, his injuries were merely superficial, as a huge bulk of the projectiles only penetrated an inch beneath his skin. They were then forcefully squeezed out.

In contrast to the concentrated gunshot wound on his back, Sheyan suffered more damage from his freefall from the third floor while carrying onto someone. Upon reaching the ground, Sheyan rolled to counter the impact , but he still felt a shooting pain in his legs, and his HP wildly dropped by 30 points. Beforehand, he had already scouted out his escape route, dragging an already half dead Cazider he fled. He then pulled into a nearby police car, hurriedly started the engine, and sped off into the main road.

When the fuming policemen chased down from the third floor, they realized the other police car wheels have all punctured. They could only suck it up and report the matter. It was now approximately 5 am in the morning, people were still in a deep sleep, it was near impossible to invoke a perfect and efficient response.

Circling the road for a few rounds, Sheyan ensured he wasn’t being followed by any policemen, he then drove into a small remote street. The environment was very eerie, polluted water flowing about, initially there were several drug users trying to light their cigs, yet after seeing a police car pulling up, they immediately dispersed frantically.

Sheyan ignored them, turning around to Cazider he laughed menacingly. His shiny white teeth was glaring under the dimly lit light.

“Do you wish to live or die?”

Cazider was still freezing and trembling from the pain, his facial muscle twitched, at first he wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide without saying a word, but could not bring himself to do it. In such close proximity, Cazider would not even be Sheyan’s match even at full strength, whats more with both his hands crippled?

“What difference will it make, if I chose life or death?”

Sheyan coldly whispered:

“If you wish to die, I can easily throw you onto the streets. If you wish to live, you better honestly answer my questions.”

“Then ask.” Cazider was already forced to a dead end, he did not have much options yet he spoke with a flickering gaze obviously still thinking of something.

“The police searched you, and even changed your clothes to a hospital gown, where did you retrieve the dagger that you used to stab me at the start?” Sheyan asked his first question.

“After completing your first mission, your nightmare imprint will unlock a small interspatial capability. You can freely access it, only it has certain space and weight constraints. As your nightmare imprint rank increases, then the interspatial space will naturally increase.”

Cazider spoke till here, he saw that Sheyan’s eyes radiated with malicious intent, immediately continuing his sentence:

“While entering this world you should have received this notification, this world has a naturally peaceful setting, contestants killing each other will not trigger a drop of loot. Unless a contestant is willing, it is impossible to be able to retrieve an item from the other contestant’s interspatial space. Killing me will not give you any benefits.”

Sheyan’s lips curled up, then he continued whispering:

“I know the injury on your body should have been inflicted by yourself, it is surely real heavy injuries or you would not have fooled the doctor’s eyes. Your goal is to escape by allowing yourself to be captured and entering this hospital. In the hospital you are placed under heavy 24 hours surveillance, your body’s healing will not escape the notice of the monitoring equipments. Therefore, surely you have a method of allowing your body conditions to rapidly recover its fullest potential, which would then allow you to escape under the strict surveillance.

“What I want, is this secret method of yours!”

Cazider was caught off guard by Sheyan’s words, he lowered his head as he resisted verbally:

“How would I know you won’t kill me?”

Sheyan coldly spoke:

“If you don’t tell, you’ll die immediately. If you do tell, you will not die now.”

Trying to strengthen his persuasion powers, Sheyan’s hand was already tightly gripping his throat. Cazider took a deep breath, by his side suddenly the M500 hi-powered pistol appeared along with a black shotgun. Obviously they came out from Cazider’s interspatial place in his nightmare imprint.

When Cazider was lying on his patient bed, it wasn’t because he did not want to use these firearms, but it was because the recoil was simply too high and he could not withstand it. Originally already heavily injured, in addition to his handcuffed hands this sort of situation caused him to be unable to operate his guns.

More importantly, Sheyan did not give him ample time to do so. When Cazider had noticed his intrusion, Sheyan was already within a 2-3 meters proximity, the firearm’s utility was not better than a dagger in this distance.

Looking at these two weapons, Sheyan loosen his grip slipping a slight smile on his face:

“I finally see some sincerity in you. Actually you don’t have to be so nervous, did you consider your personal value?”

Cazider desperately took in huge breaths of air as he looked at Sheyan in astonishment:

“What do you mean by this?”

Sheyan laughed:

“Haven’t you discovered that our abilities are very compatible?”

The police car engine produced a grunting sound, as Sheyan switched it off. Walking out from the police car, supporting Cazider up he brought him into a nearby limousine. He then dragged the confused driver out of the driver seat, taking his place as the car’s engine roared to life.