Awakening of the Weakest Slayer-Chapter 115: Mob

Landing was never Sezel's strong suit, especially not on the back of a two-meter-long puppet with the aesthetic appeal of a nightmare.

But this time he managed to stick it, hitting the cracked ground hard enough to send a tremor through the broken street—the kind that rang out in eerie echoes, bouncing between gutted buildings that had been abandoned for far too long.

In all honesty, even a dumbass would agree that was a bad move. But Sezel thought differently than normal dumbasses...

'It's a plan, that no dumbass can ever make.'

The silence that was broken because of his landing broke. But still most ignored it—after all, Spirit Realm beasts had bigger problems than a suicidal idiot with a penchant for dramatic entrances.

But not all of them. Some were curious and hungry.

'When are these bastards not hungry, eating is the only thing they do.' Sezel raised side of his lips in visible frustration.

Sezel jumped down from his mount, shadow cloak wrapped tight and glasses painting the ruins with colors in utter darkness.

"Cough..."

Sezel clenched his jaw, the impact from the landing had got to him, however little but it did.

Without wasting any more time, he melted deeper into the dark, the cloak did its work hiding his presence completely, he was no more than a shadow here, the shadow of death.

And now he waited.

This was the part he hated: waiting for his prey to stumble into the trap.

But, he was lucky today. He didn't have to wait long.

From the chaos ahead, something staggered into view. It was a beast with the vague outline of a man, limping with a broken leg that twisted at unnatural angles.

Normally, Sezel would've lost his lunch on sight, but after two months in Spirit Realm, "disgusting" was a fond acquaintance.

Atop the thing's wide shoulders, its head was a tragic joke—the skull burst open to reveal a writhing mass of tentacles, each lined with needle-like teeth.

Sezel blinked. 'Eww... what the hell is that. I wanna punch that face so bad.'

But he soon reconsidered his proposal, after taking a look at the beasts tentacles, sprawling with knife like teeth.

'Maybe... no i don't want to loose my precious hand.'

The beast paused as Mountain Terror locked eyes—if you could call it that, since Sezel's puppet had no eyes. Just an abundance of muscle and soft fur.

They had a moment of mutual assessment. Then, predictably, the freak lunged forward, tentacles whipping with maniacal energy.

The beast was utterly ugly, as it tried to run with a broken leg. But more than anything it was a fool, after all it was entirely outclassed.

Mountain Terror responded with exactly as much emotion as a chainsaw going to cut a tree, that is none.

With its powerful and long frontal hands or legs whatever they were, it caught two of the tentacles of the beast. And within seconds, the mutant was dangling off the ground, wriggling and shrieking as if the puppet were its least favorite amusement park ride.

Sezel brought out an assessment device from his pocket and pointed towards the beast.

[Enhanced beast - Parasitic mob detected]

[Rank-4]

Sezel almost laughed, 'Even the name is mob.'

But whatever its name might be, it was a rank-4 beast, and it wasn't going down so easily.

The beast adapted—its limbs rearranged, flesh disintegrating with a sickening sound as every arm and leg split into more tentacles, each one brandishing serrated teeth.

A living storm of flesh coiled up and around Mountain Terror, angling to squeeze and bite its way through the puppet's defenses.

Sezel grimaced. 'Shit... how much ugly can this thing get.'

Sezel was almost at his limit of holding the contents withing his stomach. But something had to be done. With almost no hesitation, he broke cover and sprinted forward.

Of course his timing was impeccable. Two new monsters appeared just as he was about to intervene—a pair of rat-things bulked up to the size of sheep, all matted fur, twitching noses, and claws that looked like kitchen knives glued to their paws.

They emerged from behind a crumpled wall, eyes glittering with hunger.

"Seriously?" Sezel muttered, barely audible. Spirit Realm, you need to pace yourself. One bastard at a time.

Without pausing, Sezel summoned a blade from his inventory, a strikingly unimpressive piece of metal, as reliable and plain as toast.

But toast kills if wielded by a clever man.

Sezel sprung his legs and leapt in a long jump, he slashed with his sword and it did reach the beast's neck and cut clean through, without much resistance.

The mob's body fell to the ground, while it's head was dangling between the grips of the Mountain Terror. Black blood was spurting from its cleaved neck.

Sezel landed softly on the ground, heart hammering. But he sighed in relief, now he waited for the voice to announce his kill in his head.

'Come on...' But his expression soon darkened, the voice... it never came.

Sezel gritted his teeth and looked back at the beast, it was still twitching. 'Damn, mob die already.'

His gaze flickered to the Mountain Terror, the head, no it wasn't head anymore, it had broken into several pieces of meat tentacles all moving on their own, like leeches.

They were crawling on the puppet's body, the mountain terror was trying to catch them one by one, with his hands, but it seemed to fail.

Sezel gripped his blade tighter, eyes narrowed behind his enchanted glasses.

'Well, isn't that just peachy. They don't even have the courtesy to die properly now.'

His gaze flickered to the body that fell in front of him, but it was gone. Sezel's face paled as he looked around frantically, but the body was nowhere to be found.

'Shit, i need to get rid of the ones on the puppet's body first.' he gritted inwardly.

With a flick of his finger the puppet dissolved into Spirit Energy and seeped inside Sezel's body. The leech like tentacles, with teeth feel to the ground.

They were disgusting.

But Sezel was not so much disgusted by the appearance, he stabbed one of the tentacles. Rather than dying it split up into two.

His eyes widened, this was wrong. 'Curses... why didn't i notice first.'

The blade he was using wasn't even meant for cutting, yet it slashed through the beast's neck like butter when he attacked it, and now too, it cut it in half so easily.

'Its whole body is made up of some slimy stuff, that's why i can cut it so easily.'

Sezel turned around, he needed to get away from the beast, and find a way to destroy its core, that was the only way to kill it.

But as he sprinted, suddenly he felt a jerk in one of his legs and he fell face first on the ground.