Chapter 110: 110: The Hungry Street IV
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Sekht’s chest tightened. His mind went cold for a second. A chaos rank three.
Here...
Leading these small-fry thugs.
He had miscalculated badly. He had assud the gang was low-level. He had assud he could handle them.
He could not handle Raka.
Not directly.
Not with 16k battle power.
Even with Bat Bat, even with Auri, even with his bats, even if he turned them into Ghouls. Raka alone was too high.
Raka looked at Sekht like Sekht was a piece of at brought to him.
He smiled slowly.
"Ah," Raka said. "So this is the one."
The thugs shoved Sekht forward.
Thud.
Sekht stumbled slightly, then steadied.
Raka’s gaze moved to Bat Bat on Sekht’s shoulder.
A faint interest appeared.
"A bat," Raka murmured.
Bat Bat’s ears flattened. She did not like the way he looked at her.
Raka’s gaze returned to Sekht.
"You like beating my people," he said calmly.
Sekht did not reply.
Raka chuckled softly, then waved his hand.
"Beat him," he ordered casually, like ordering a drink. "Cut his legs. Cut his hands. Throw him back into the street so everyone sees what happens when soone touches Raka’s property or people."
The thugs grinned. So cracked knuckles. So pulled out knives.
Shing...
Sekht’s throat tightened. Not from hunger now. From tension.
Raka leaned back slightly, as if finished with the matter. But then he paused. He looked upward, as if listening to sothing unseen.
A communicating stone near his belt vibrated faintly.
Buzz... Buzz...
Raka clicked his tongue.
"Annoying," he muttered.
He stood up. His presence grew heavier, like the room’s air bent around him.
"I have a eting," Raka said, voice flat. "Underground market association."
The thugs stiffened. They respected him. They feared him.
Raka’s gaze stayed on Sekht.
"I will not waste my ti torturing you," he said. "My n can handle it. When I return, I want you broken. If you are still breathing, I might finish what remains."
Then he smirked slightly, as if that was amusing. He stepped forward, then leaned close enough that Sekht could sll the tal scent of his cup.
"You look disappointed," Raka murmured.
Sekht’s voice stayed calm.
"I was hoping you would stay," he replied.
Raka laughed, actually amused now.
"You have spirit," he said. "Good. It will make your screams louder."
Then he turned and walked away, escorted by two higher ranked n. Both of them were the strongest aside from Raka.
He disappeared into a side tunnel.
The mont Raka left, Sekht’s chest loosened slightly.
Hope appeared.
Not because the situation beca safe.
Because the greatest threats were no longer present.
The thugs did not notice Sekht’s subtle shift. They were too excited.
Without Raka watching, they beca more cruel, more playful, more eager to prove themselves.
One thug grabbed Sekht’s hair and yanked his head back.
"Now," the thug said. "We cut first."
Sekht remained still. Inside his mind, his plan changed instantly. He could not fight Raka.
But he did not need to fight Raka right now.
He only needed to survive until he could escape this hideout, or until he could create enough chaos to feed and grow stronger.
He activated Blood Eye again, scanning the thugs. He forced himself to morize numbers quickly.
There were fifty of them.
He counted by presence and movent, by posture and chaos energy, by the confidence in their eyes.
Ten plus were chaos rank one. Their battle power was over 10k. They stood slightly apart, the stronger ones, the ones who acted like minor commanders.
The rest were between 4k and 9.9k.
Still dangerous in numbers. Still enough to kill a careless man.
But Sekht was not careless anymore.
He had Bat Bat. He had Auri in the void land. He had six rare bats. He had twenty-plus bat minions. He had Blood Control. He had his Blood Sword. He had Blood Summon.
He had Blood Puppet, though he could not use it freely yet.
He had hunger...
And hunger made him creative. He looked down slightly, acting weak, acting resigned.
The thugs laughed.
"He is not even begging," one thug said.
"Maybe he thinks he is still strong," another mocked.
A third thug slapped Sekht’s cheek lightly.
Smack.
"Look at ," the thug said.
Sekht lifted his eyes. He stared at the thug with calm coldness.
The thug flinched slightly. Then he laughed louder to cover his discomfort.
They dragged Sekht toward a tal fra in the room, a torture rack used by people who enjoyed pain like entertainnt.
Knives were laid out on a stone tray.
Shing... shing...
A bucket of dirty water sat nearby.
Bat Bat’s body trembled slightly on Sekht’s shoulder.
She whispered, voice small.
"Master," she said. "We fight now?"
Sekht did not answer aloud. He only blinked once, slow, controlled.
The thugs began preparing. One tested a blade’s sharpness with his thumb.
Another tightened the chains.
Another rolled up sleeves, smiling like a butcher.
Sekht’s mind worked fast. He ford the plan quickly. He did it in layers.
First, he would let them get close. He would let them think he was helpless.
Second, he would break the first chaos rank one thug quickly, to create fear.
Third, he would release the bat swarm, not to kill, but to blind and distract.
Fourth, he would summon Auri and the six rare bats at the mont they least expected it, because surprise was worth more than raw power.
Fifth, he would feed. He would feed enough to refill his chaos energy. He would feed enough to push his blood awakening forward.
He would not drain everyone. He would keep so alive. He would create options.
And if Raka returned—
Then Sekht would not fight him directly.
He would escape into the void land if needed, even if it cost him ti and energy. He would survive.
Because survival was always the first step.
The thugs stepped closer, smiling, ready to begin.
Sekht lowered his gaze one last ti. Then, behind that calm face, his eyes sharpened like a blade being drawn.
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