"Your target is , and you've been tracking all the way. Before you started following , you had already been monitoring my residence. You even chose to strike where there are no shadows. When did you learn about ?" The hunter flicked the blood off his kitchen knife, and from behind the comical children's sunglasses, a pair of eyes brimming with killing intent gazed at him. "Do you have super abilities? Did you learn about through your superpowers?"
Semanuick's courage shattered at the hunter's sharpness, and he scrambled to his feet.
"Run, run slowly, and I'll kill you slowly," the hunter's mood was especially terrible, and he was more irritable than ever. "You made pull a knife in broad daylight and prevented from being a law-abiding citizen. I'm going to slaughter you ten thousand tis."
This intersection was newly built and had less traffic. At noon, there were no people around, but a surveillance cara was overhead, and Semanuick didn't know if it was working.
Just as Semanuick struggled to his feet, the hunter kicked him down again. Every ti Semanuick tried to get up, the hunter kicked him down, repeating this several tis. If he tried to run fast, the hunter would stab him, slowing him down. The hunter would slash his waist and legs if he tried to fight back with his knife.
He ran tens of ters, zigzagging from the middle of the road to the roadside, leaving a trail of blood for tens of ters.
Semanuick's psychological defenses crumbled completely. His face was swollen and bruised, and his body was simultaneously healing and accumulating new wounds.
"Just kill quickly! Kill !" Semanuick clutched his head and broke down. "Stop torturing !"
"Why are you asking to kill you? Aren't you afraid of dying?" The hunter hesitated. "You're not really unafraid of dying, are you?"
Semanuick: "???"
What kind of monster was this man? How could he be so perceptive?
Semanuick stopped struggling and running, knowing he still had chances to respawn. When ti rewound, everything would start again, and he would still have the opportunity to start over.
Semanuick clenched his knife, wanting to decisively slit his throat and restart suicide, but as soon as he moved, the hunter kicked his knife away.
"Is it because you've been driven mad by so-called gods that you're not afraid of dying, or are you just naturally unafraid?" The hunter mused to himself. "Never mind, it's broad daylight, and I shouldn't prolong this too much... You really picked a good ti and place... I can't find a more appropriate way to handle this."
At any mont, soone might arrive. On one side of the road was a small park with a fountain. The fountain wasn't spraying water, but water was accumulated in the pool, half a person high.
The hunter seed to lose interest. With a swift move, he severed Semanuick's spine once again, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him into the fountain pool.
Semanuick, paralyzed from his severed nerves, desperately blew bubbles, unable to even struggle. The fish in the fountain pool swam around him, nibbling on the blood oozing from his wounds.
In the last second, before his vision darkened, Semanuick saw the hunter take out his phone from his pocket, seemingly refreshing a page.
The fourth death and reincarnation.
Semanuick entered a state of hysteria, and after thinking for a while with bloodshot eyes, he decided not to confront the hunter head-on. Instead, he would create a massive gas explosion to kill the hunter. As soon as he respawned, Semanuick rushed to the place where they had first t, but to his surprise, the hunter hadn't yet arrived in Los Angeles at this point, and there was no one in the small motel where he used to live.
Filled with the desire for revenge, Semanuick couldn't wait any longer. He ran to a remote villa and killed a family of three to offer a sacrifice to his god.
The god extended a tiny psychic tentacle, connecting to Semanuick's mind and giving him a revelation. The crazed murmurs, accompanied by scattered, fragnted images, rushed into his brain.
He saw the hunter's face and location! The hunter looked much younger than he had imagined, appearing to be only 18 or 19 years old. At this mont, he was in a tastefully decorated room, accompanied by a beautiful girl. They sat together at a table, and the hunter seed to be discussing a topic with the girl.
The images sped up, and Semanuick saw the hunter pack up and leave. As the hunter opened the door, Semanuick saw the house number and the road sign on the street! He had all the information he needed!
As the mysterious and insane murmurs faded away, Semanuick disconnected from his connection with the god. Blood stread from his nostrils, and he wiped it away, laughing uncontrollably with bloodshot eyes.
There was a price to pay for communicating with god. Those who had direct or indirect contact with the god in the secret cult beca increasingly insane. This was Semanuick's second ti communicating with the god, and his expression was a mix of fierce delight and gratitude. He knelt on the ground and said most devoutly, "Great and rciful lord, thank you for granting your most loyal follower the revelation."
Semanuick imdiately set off. He stole a pickup truck and took a remote country road without surveillance caras to San Diego. To avoid detection, he took a much longer route. By the ti he arrived in San Diego, it was already Friday morning.
He couldn't rush this ti. Semanuick was eager to teach the hunter a painful lesson. He patiently scouted the area and, in the evening, quietly snuck into the residential community, entering the house of the beautiful girl based on the images he saw.
Disguising himself as a deliveryman, Semanuick knocked on the door, broke in, and knocked out the girl's family mbers. He started with the girl, who seed the easiest to intimidate, and forced her to reveal her identity and relationship with the hunter.
However, the girl nad Diema was tight-lipped, refusing to reveal the hunter's contact information or his real na.
Just as Semanuick was about to resort to brutal ans to continue interrogating Diema, the doorbell rang.
The familiar voice of the hunter ca from behind the door: "Diema, it's . I just rembered I left sothing behind."
Hearing the hunter's voice, Semanuick's first reaction was to shrink back, traumatized. He imdiately looked at Diema, whose eyes were filled with tears, and fiercely gestured for her not to make a sound.
But Diema scread, "Run, Jonathan!"
It was over!
Semanuick felt the hairs on his neck stand up. In the next second, the hunter's figure appeared. His body passed through the wall, teleporting twice in a blink of an eye to Semanuick's side. He raised his leg and struck with his knee, causing a clear cracking sound in Semanuick's jaw!
The hunter was unard, fighting with bare hands, targeting Semanuick's eyes and temples. Even without weapons, Semanuick was no match for him. He tried to escape, jumping out the window.
Diema's room was on the third floor, not high enough for the fall to be fatal. The hunter, however, went to the living room, grabbed a fruit knife, and followed Semanuick out the window. The window was on the shadowy side of the building, and the hunter used the shadows to teleport safely to the ground. He quickly caught up to Semanuick, plunging the fruit knife precisely into the gap in his spine, paralyzing his entire body.
Three ters ahead was a pool. At first sight of the pool, Semanuick knew how he would die this ti—drowning.
As expected, the hunter threw him into the pool.
The fifth death.
Semanuick woke up on Friday morning. There was a limit to the number of tis he could die and be reborn, and as he continued to die, his respawning interval grew shorter. If his resurrection and death ti coincided, he would be dead forever.
He would have to wait for the next seven days, when the cycle reset, to use this ability again.
Semanuick was like an enraged bull, panting heavily. He paced erratically, muttering to himself, praying to his god and cursing the hunter.
He didn't want to flee, but the reality was that he always ended up running away from the hunter, which humiliated him.
"It's because I'm not strong enough..." Semanuick murmured. He could easily kill ordinary people, but not the killing machine that was the hunter.
Semanuick knelt and prayed, "Great and rciful lord, if I offer you more sacrifices, can you grant the power to kill my enemy?"
The god didn't respond.
The help the god could give him was limited; the god's power couldn't all descend upon him.
Semanuick's eyes turned completely bloodshot. "A gun..." he thought, "If I had a gun, just one gun... I could kill him. No... killing him is not enough; I want to kill everyone connected to him!"
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