"Damn, Boss, there's a female here. Nobody said a word!?"
"This little bitch was hidden by that bastard Kalis. He finally dead?"
"Yeah, Boss. Done for."
"Hit him again, break his face. I'll start tapping this female's c-nt first."
Swish.
Wide eyes opened. Kalis quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding a thick, long, dirty, rusted crowbar swinging toward his face.
Fuck—he cursed in his mind. It was so close, close to hitting him.
Taking a sharp, painful breath, his head buzzed with so much noise, and his heart raced faster than usual.
The wet, sticky blood against his skin was a signal, making him feel alive again, and Kalis knew this was no mere dream.
Sensation was slowly returning to this unfamiliar body.
He began to feel how much every fiber of his being had been mangled, and from the edge of his burned vision, both hands of his new body were unrecognizable, disgustingly crushed.
It was agonizing, enough to make a grown man bite his lower lip hard until it bled, without a sound.
"Alive? The bastard are still alive! Boss! We have a nut here hard to crack!"
The one who was supposed to break Kalis's face raised his voice, catching the other men's attention in the small room.
This annoyed the Boss, who had been about to pull his pants down and enjoy himself.
"What? Still alive? Kill him, will yah. Don't bother me here."
The Boss didn't even bother to look back.
His movements are faster in pulling down his pants to finally let out his throbbing little buddy in a fragrant hole.
At the same time, he couldn't help but show his dissatisfaction with his men's lack of good work.
"I can finally have some pussy to taste, and you're whining out over some guy you cannot kill. Useless!"
The red-haired boss turned his focus, his steps heavy with evil intent.
He moved toward the bed where his men held a crying female, her clothes torn and her face pale with terror.
"Huhuhu… don't… don't touch me… go away… huhuhu…"
Her voice was faint and fragile, a weak sound that carried only the unmistakable softness of a female.
Kalis understood it couldn't be a man's voice.
A female was being ganged up on by disgusting men.
They laughed and mocked, snickering as they spoke of how they would share her.
Some even whistled nastily, adding to the filth of the scene.
This was not something Kalis could sleep through and do nothing about, letting those men do whatever they wanted.
As a man, he knew exactly what they were planning.
He'd be damned if he just lay there and watched.
To do nothing would strip him of the right to call himself a man.
Regardless of the excruciating wounds, the bloody head, and the crushed fingers, he endured it all just to move and force open his scorched eyes.
Kalis stared up at the low, broken ceiling of the room.
His vision cleared bit by bit, until a man's head slowly came into view, looming over him.
This was the same person clutching that all-too-familiar, dirty, rusted crowbar.
"Woah, woah, Kalis... you actually hid a female from us. If only you had brought her from the start, we wouldn't have had to go this far."
Spinning the crowbar lazily against the ground, dragging it with an annoying screech, the man circled around his body as he continued.
"We'll probably share her with you, but the Boss is angry, you see, and now look at you."
The person paused to look down at Kalis's battered body, and then even dared to spit on his face.
"Heh. You're a bloody mess. Don't worry, we'll take care of your female. By having our big dicks on her soft, fragrant pussy! Hahaha!"
At that jeering mock and the disgusting, lustful laugh that followed, Kalis looked back with coldness in his blue eyes.
He stayed still, watching as the other man positioned himself, ready to strike with the dirty, rusted crowbar.
This time, he was aiming for Kalis's throat, driving upward toward his head.
"Look at these small tits. I've never seen a female's tits before!"
"So fragrant... mmm, it smells so damn nice."
"Huhuhu... no, no! Don't—don't touch me there... wahhh, don't, don't... Kali... Kalis... help me... help me... huhuhu... I don't... want this... Kalis—"
Slap.
"Don't call your bastard boyfriend anymore, little girl. You're ours to play with tonight and every day from now on!"
Slap.
Biting his lower lip, Kalis's eyes hardened and his teeth gritted.
He inhaled a sharp, painful breath, the metallic tang of his blood on his tongue, and forced his trembling hand toward the nearest object at his side.
The deadly crowbar glinted as the laughter of men rang around him.
Despite every vein in his body screaming with pain and his muscles burning, Kalis dodged again and again, finally grasping the sheathed sword.
The man aiming to kill him froze for a moment, then let out an evil laugh of excitement.
Every ounce of strength in his body focused.
Kalis swung the sheathed sword, smashing it against the other man's crowbar with a sharp clash.
The noise snapped all the other gang members attention to this side instantly.
"Fuck!" The man with the crowbar fell to the ground, cursing.
Kalis breathed heavily.
He coughed up blood as he crawled to his knees and forced himself to stand.
The floor before him was dark and stained with his blood, every nerve in his body screaming in pain.
It hurts… it hurts like hell, but there's no time to think about the agony.
"Bastard! You think you can hit me? I'll fucking kill you!"
The crowbar man roared as he lurched upright.
Kalis held the sheathed sword for support as he sank to one knee, eyes fixed on the group of gangsters.
He knew at a glance that he was outnumbered, but retreat was not an option.
For a man like him, it was better to die fighting than to let a woman be violated before his eyes.
He would drag some of these men to hell with him.
A crowbar arced toward him.
Kalis twisted aside and drove the object in his hand into the attacker's waist.
He wasn't sure he'd had enough power, but the man fell backdown anyway.
How it happened didn't matter as long as it worked in his favor.
"Damn! Kill him! What are you waiting for?"
The boss snapped onto the others, his tone curling with impatience.
How could he focus on the beauty below him with all their noise?
"Yes, Boss!"
"Hurry, brothers. Let's kill this man and enjoy the beauty when we're done!"
Kalis spat more blood onto the floor and decided to unsheathe his sword, ready to face the approaching men.
Five men against him.
A brutal beating seemed inevitable, but it wasn't the only outcome he expected.
Adrenaline surged through his body, and he planned to harness every drop.
Bracing himself as they came at him, every nerve in his body was alive with the rush of survival.
Chaos erupted.
Kalis was slashed across the chest, but he slashed back, cutting a man's hand.
The other man let out a shrill scream.
The others hesitated for a moment, then continued their attacks.
Ding!
"Congratulations, Host!"
"The SSS-Class Sword System has been successfully bound and awakened!"