Eater Blade: Grinding in Apocalypse-Chapter 58: DOWN TO THE HELLHOLE — PART 2.

Blood trickled from Savier’s nose, but he was smilling through it, eyes watering in pure idiot bliss.

"Sit harder, Queen! Crush me like a bug!"

Johnquis leaned over the edge, deadpan. All he saw were Savier’s feet flailing like dying fish and Dancer perched on his shoulders like a gargoyle from hell.

"Disgusting bastard."

Johnquis muttered. He pushed off the lip, cape snapping as he shot down after them.

He landed last, slamming onto the muddy tunnel floor. A meter ahead, Dancer was still comfortably parked on Savier’s shoulders, her claws scraping the rust as if bored. Savier was spread-eagled under her, breathless, nose bleeding freely, eyes glazed and stupidly happy. fгeewebnovёl.com

"More! Do it again—"

Savier wheezed, trying to nuzzle her butt with his busted mouth. "She’s heaven, Johnkiss—she’s—aaah—"

Johnquis stalked over, grabbed Dancer’s flank, and physically lifted her off Savier’s face. She let out a pissed-off huff but didn’t resist, dropping to all fours beside him like a cat denied its toy.

Savier just lay there on the cold tunnel floor, groping at the air. "Bring her back. One more time. Just one—"

Johnquis flicked a gob of blood off Savier’s nose with two fingers. "Get up before I chain you to her heel and drag you like bait."

Savier snorted blood out of one nostril, grin wide. "Wouldn’t mind it, Chain Boy. Best seat in the whole Sector. Mmmph—goddess-sized murder thighs—"

Dancer leaned in, tongue flicking at the blood on Savier’s cheek. Her claws twitched as if considering pinning him down again.

Johnquis flicked her snout. "No. No more facesitting. He’ll die and enjoy it."

Savier propped himself up on his elbows, dreamy-eyed. "And?"

Johnquis rolled his eyes so hard he nearly pulled something. He pointed down the tunnel — black, slick, and echoing with distant, chittering clicks.

"Focus. Eater palace straight ahead. If you want to get smothered tonight, make it the Digger’s Queen, not Dancer."

Savier gave him a sloppy thumbs-up, blood drooling down his chin. "Deal. If she’s got thighs like this one—"

He slapped Dancer’s rump; she hissed and snapped her heel blade out just shy of his ear.

"—I’m dying a happy man."

"Keep moving."

Johnquis kicked his knee, making him flop forward. "Or next time she’ll sit on your face and your tombstone."

The three of them fell into formation — Dancer slinking ahead with a low growl, Savier limping behind her like a lovesick puppy, and Johnquis dead last, chain hook clinking as he locked eyes on the dark ahead.

Beneath their feet, the tunnels vibrated with the scratchy heartbeat of something massive burrowed in the walls — waiting for them to come feed it their flesh... or their filthy fantasies.

[SYSTEM NOTICE]

- You have entered a Quest Range.

Nest Level: [D-Tier]

Location: [Sector 6 - South to North Station]

Objective Activated: [Locate and destroy Eater’s Nest]

Status: [Duo]

Bonus condition: [Eliminate all higher Eaters]

Feed Count Reward: [+6,000 bonus (on success)]

Savier wiped the blood off his face with the back of his wrist, still grinning like a lunatic. A flicker of system light pinged in his vision. He blinked, then let out a high, excited laugh.

"Oh shit—look at this!"

He pointed at the notification hovering in the air. "D-Tier Nest! That’s the highest quest tier in the Southlands. My first real quest, and we’re already in the big leagues, baby!"

"Yeah? Then behave," Johnquis said. "Otherwise this’ll be your first... and your last."

Savier scoffed, puffing out his chest. "Please. I was rank one in my class. Beat everyone during the Exit Exam."

He jabbed a thumb at himself. "Fastest time. Highest kill count. Cleanest finish. They were calling me ’Apocalypse Gold’ for a week! Remember that?"

Johnquis snorted. "Funny. You leave out the part where you weren’t even supposed to be in that class."

Savier blinked. "What’re you—"

"You were disqualified from ours."

Johnquis gave him a sharp look. "Original Batch. You and me. You got caught screwing the guildmaster’s sexitary right before the exam. Remember that?"

Savier choked. "She came onto me! And that was during the exam—technically."

Johnquis said flatly, "Yeah. Right after your practicals. In the shower. Real subtle."

He made finger quotes. "’Stress-testing your stamina.’"

Savier flushed, then smirked. "Look, she literally told me she was gauging my endurance before the real test. You can’t blame me for pushing limits — with her."

"You pushed limits and got disqualified from graduation. They bumped you to the next batch and slapped you with probation."

Savier scratched the back of his neck. "...Still graduated."

Johnquis raised a brow. "Eventually."

"And I wasn’t on probation a year — just a month. She vouched for me, alright? Besides—"

He leaned in, waggling his brows. "They loved me in that batch. I made it legendary."

Johnquis sighed like a tired dad. "You were legendary, alright. They still call that bathroom ’Savier’s Sauna.’"

Savier winked. "See? I leave a legacy wherever I go."

"Yeah. Usually the dumbest one possible."

Dancer let out a low growl, clearly tired of their noise. She flicked her heel blade against the wall, sending a sharp clang down the tunnel.

Johnquis nodded toward her. "She’s got the right idea. Shut up. Prep your eyes. Time to see what we’re really dealing with."

He raised two fingers to his temple and gave a silent tap. "Eyes up. Adjust vision."

He tapped two fingers to his temple. "Eyes up. Adjust vision."

Both boys blinked. Their pupils shrank like a cat’s, adjusting to the dark — then the world tinted a bright, silvery-blue.

Everything snapped into focus.

The tunnel wasn’t just a tunnel anymore.

It opened into a massive burrowed chamber, stretching out like a nest beneath the old station. Dozens of holes surrounded them — some shallow pits filled with rusted gear, others craters big enough to swallow a tank.

Savier’s jaw dropped. "Well... shit."

Johnquis turned slowly, scanning the holes. "These aren’t random. They’re paths. That Digger made them to mislead us."

"Then screw it — we go down every one ’til we drag that bastard out."

Johnquis didn’t answer right away. He tilted his head, listening.

A low, distant snarl echoed from below.

"Some of these holes are traps," he said, voice flat. "Designed to pull us in and never let us back out."

Savier’s grin faded. Dancer crouched low, her eyes flicking from hole to hole like she already knew which one led to hell.

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