Lewd-Reap Skill In A New Filthy World

Gerald's unique skill was invisibility—a power that didn't just cloak him from sight, but erased every trace of his presence as if he were nothing more than a phantom on the wind.

He walked the streets, determined to go and finish off the OP old hag.

Now that he knew where she lived, he made his way directly to Suzune's hideout. He studied the place in silence. Then he crouched beside a patch of lawn, where a concealed lid lay half-hidden in the overgrown grass. It was the same entrance he'd seen Elena use. Carefully, he set the cover aside and descended into the tunnel below.

He moved through the underground passage like a shadow. When he reached the door, he paused.

One breath. Two. Three.

He had seen what this woman could do. Invisibility might shield him from being seen, but it didn't guarantee survival.

The door was unlocked. He pushed it open inch by inch, the hinges groaning softly like a whisper through the still air. Peeking inside, he found her.

Suzune lay asleep on the bed, snoring faintly, face tilted toward the ceiling. She looked fragile in that moment.

He stepped closer, standing at her bedside with the patience of a predator. He grabbed the axe in his hands tightly as a cruel grin formed on his unseen face.

Then he struck.

No warning. No scream.

Just the sickening crunch of metal splitting bone.

The axe split her forehead down the middle, burying deep into her skull with a thunderous crack that seemed far too loud for such a quiet room. Her body convulsed, limbs thrashing and twitching violently as life began fading away from Suzune.

She couldn't even find the strength to fight back, let alone scream.

It was a surprise attack.

Blood sprayed across the pillow she was sleeping on, splattering and painting the wall like a morbid canvas.

Her brain matter oozed around the embedded blade, hot and steaming against the cold steel. One of her eyes rolled up, the other still locked in a half-lidded stare of stunned serenity.

But Gerald didn't stop. This woman had to die today.

With a grunt, he yanked the axe free from her head with a wet squelch, a bit of skull sticking to the blade. Then again—thwack—he brought it down, smashing what remained of her face, flattening her nose, cracking her jaw.

Thwack.

A third strike severed the top of her skull, sending a jagged chunk of bone skittering off the bed like shattered porcelain.

By the time it was over, there was nothing left of Suzune's face.

She was now unrecognizable.

Just a mutilated corpse in a sea of blood, twitching no more.

And through it all, the house remained silent.

No one heard a thing.

With his mission complete, Gerald walked away from Suzune's hideout, but instead of going back to their base, he slipped into an abandoned building to be alone and reflect on his actions. Killing wasn't something a person could ever truly get used to. Sure, he'd taken countless lives, but each time, it felt like a piece of him chipped away and died along with them.

Still… he had to keep going. For his sister's sake.

He just needed a few hours of solitude—away from the constant yelling of his boss, who seemed to call his name every damn minute.

Meanwhile, time was ticking for Elena, still locked away in Akira's room.

Less than a day remained before the second Elimination Round. Time was running out, and being caged like a bird wasn't helping. If she truly wanted to see her father again—just like Shin predicted—she had to complete her quest and survive the next round.

She jumped to her feet and banged on the door. She had to get out—had to find the opposing factions.

The door creaked open, and Akira groaned, "What's with all the banging?"

"I have to go!" Elena said, her voice tense.

"Go where?" he asked, lifting a brow.

"To get insulin to my mother! Please! You said if I gave you sex, you'd give me the insulin!"

In truth, she just wanted the insulin for Suzune and to get the hell out of this place.

Akira knew Gerald was still out there, probably clashing with Suzune at that very moment, so letting Elena return to her base now wasn't a smart move.

"Well…" Akira muttered, "I'll give you all the insulin you want—hell, I'll give you extra. But first, you gotta do something for me."

Elena scowled. "What?"

"Just wash a few of my clothes. Once you're done, one of my guys will escort you to our secondary factory. That's where most of our looted hospital supplies are. And you'll get insulin than might last your mother two months."

He was obviously lying.

"Fine," she muttered. "I'll wash them. But I'm doing it in your room. I need to wash my own dress too, and I'm not stripping out here with your guys watching."

Akira chuckled. "Sure, sure. Let's go to the bedroom."

Inside, he handed her two buckets of water. She peeled off her dress, left in just her panties, her breasts bare and exposed.

Akira eyed her body, grinning. "Damn… you'd look hot in some sexy lingerie."

She forced a smile through gritted teeth, silently cursing him. "Really? You think so?"

"Yeah, really," he said, giving her ass a light tap with a giggle before walking out, leaving her behind to wash in his bedroom.

Back in the warehouse, he hung around for a while until Gerald finally showed up, holding a bloodied axe in hand. Without a word, Gerald dropped it to the floor, his eyes locked on Akira and the rest of the crew.

"It's done," he said. "The old hag is gone."

TBC