Chapter 79: 79: The Exit Trap III
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The two original thugs were still standing at the back, panic in their eyes now. Their revenge fantasy was collapsing.
One of them pointed shakily at Sekht.
"T-this is him," he stamred. "That monster—!"
The leader thug, still coughing on the ground, snarled.
"Kill him!" he rasped. "Don’t stop—!"
Sekht walked toward the two original thugs.
They tried to back away.
Sekht moved faster suddenly. He beca a blur for their eyes. In one motion, he grabbed both by their throats and slamd them against the wall.
BAM!
Their feet kicked uselessly in the air. Their eyes bulged.
Sekht leaned closer, voice quiet.
"You wanted revenge," he murmured. "And you forgot what I did to you."
The thugs struggled.
Sekht’s blood eyes flickered.
They were not rembering the feeding.
They couldn’t. His blood had already touched their minds once, even without full conversion. Sekht understands it. He didn’t need to ask the system about it.
It was a subtle effect, like the blood god’s passive influence twisting mory around feeding.
Sekht’s eyes narrowed. "Interesting."
He dropped them.
They collapsed, gasping.
Sekht turned back to the other thugs. His hunger surged again, sharp and demanding. He had fought. He had used chaos energy. Now his body craved blood as paynt.
Bat Bat whispered, excited. "Feed ti."
Sekht’s voice was flat.
"Yes," he said.
He moved through the downed thugs and fed. Not like before, where he bit in desperation.
This ti, he fed with control. He chose targets with battle power above 4000 first.
He did not kill.
He drank enough to calm his hunger, to reinforce his chaos energy, to stabilize his blood. His new passive skill made it possible.
He could choose the outco.
He fed.
Shhk... Shhk...
Warm blood filled his mouth. Relief returned like a wave. His body steadied. His mind sharpened. His eyes burned faintly red for a mont, then cooled. He stopped each ti before death. He pulled back, wiped his mouth, moved to the next.
Bat Bat watched eagerly, licking its lips like a child watching food.
"Bat want," it whispered.
Sekht glanced at it. "You can take a little from the ones I fed," he said. "Don’t kill them. Leave them alive. I have plans for them."
Bat Bat squeaked happily. "Okay. I will eat little."
It darted down and bit the unconscious thug’s wrist.
CHOMP!
It drank greedily for a few seconds, then pulled back, eyes shining.
"Good," it whispered.
Sekht continued feeding until his hunger stopped clawing. He stood over the bodies.
Fourteen n. All defeated. All alive. All now carrying his blood in their veins.
Sekht stared at them, thinking. "I could kill them and be done."
But his system had given him a new passive skill. Control over infection outcos.
And another part of his plan ford naturally.
"Ghouls are useful," he thought. "Not as friends. Not as a family. But as tools."
He did not want to turn innocent people.
But criminals?
Thugs?
n who lived by violence?
They were perfect candidates.
Sekht crouched beside the thug leader (Note: he is the only leader of fourteen who ca to attack sekht. Not the entire group leader.) and grabbed his chin, forcing his face up.
The thug’s eyes were filled with rage and fear.
Sekht’s voice was calm. "You will live," he said. "And you will rember this pain."
The thug spat blood.
"Freak," he hissed. "When my boss hears—"
Sekht smiled faintly. "You will tell him nothing," he said.
The thug sneered. "You think you can stop —"
Sekht leaned closer, his eyes turning cold.
"I fed on you," he whispered. "I control you. You all are my slave."
The thug froze. His mind hesitated. His body trembled slightly, as if the words unlocked a fear he did not understand.
Sekht released his chin.
"You will forget," Sekht said softly. "But your body will rember enough to fear ."
The thug’s lips trembled.
Sekht stood. He glanced around.
The corridor was empty now.
People had fled.
No witnesses.
No interference.
Underground rule.
Sekht turned toward the stairs.
Bat Bat hopped onto his shoulder again, eyes bright.
"Go ho," it said.
Sekht nodded. "Yes," he replied. "We go ho."
He left the thugs behind, groaning and unconscious, bleeding but alive. He did not worry about them dying.
They were criminals. They had probably survived worse.
He also knew sothing else. He could trigger conversion later if needed.
If they beco useful. If he needed ghouls. If he needed a small force that could not betray him.
For now, they were seeds. He climbed the stairs.
Step... step... step...
The stone door opened again above.
The guard at the top glanced at Sekht’s face, then away quickly.
No one asked questions.
That was part of the city’s unspoken agreent with the underground.
Sekht slipped into the night streets of Slik.
The air above ground felt cleaner.
Cooler.
But it did not erase what he had done.
Sekht walked back toward Dawn House, his coat swaying, Bat Bat quiet now, sleepy from feeding.
When he reached ho, he slipped inside silently again.
No alarms. No guards reacting.
The Dawn House was used to Sekht’s presence, even if they did not see him. He returned to his room and closed the door.
Click!
Silence...
Sekht exhaled deeply.
Bat Bat hopped down onto the bed and curled up like a satisfied cat.
Sekht stood beside his table, mind racing. He opened his void land connection and checked his stored blood purchases.
The system organized them neatly.
Jars.
Vials.
Rare blood.
Fresh blood.
Divine blood.
His eyes landed on the pink dried vial again. Human god normal blood. Three drops. Enough to summon sothing special.
Sothing with hands. Sothing with intelligence. A humanoid harpy bat.
Sekht’s pulse quickened slightly.
He had promised himself he would not rush.
That he would rest. But his curiosity burned too hard. His hunger for growth was stronger than his desire for sleep.
Sekht looked at Bat Bat.
The bat cracked one eye open.
"Summon now?" Bat Bat asked, voice drowsy.
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