Volume 2 Chapter 46 The Two Who Are Toyed With
......Ryukyu Dungeon, 29th Floor – Middle Floors, Deepest Area
"Gahaahhh!!!"
Thud...
'You're weak. Stay put and don't get in my way. You're next, so just sit tight and be quiet.'
The Talking Monster, Prototype No. 100 Modified, muttered in a detached tone as it effortlessly tossed Ochi aside. Then, with its elongated left arm, it lifted Yurihime—Oikawa—off the ground. She dangled helplessly, her battered body barely clinging to life.
Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab...
"GYAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
Its right hand—razor-sharp, bladed fingers—pierced Oikawa over and over, each strike cold, mechanical, and efficient. Like an assembly line. Like a machine. Oikawa's agonized screams filled the chamber, but the monster didn't falter.
'Humans... fragile, yet surprisingly persistent. How curious.'
Prototype No. 100 Modified continued its methodical assault, completely unfazed by Oikawa's agony.
"St... Stop... You... bastard...!"
Ochi, witnessing the brutal scene, tried to rise. But her legs—both of them—had already been carved to the bone. She couldn't even lift herself.
This was no longer a battle between a Seeker and a Talking Monster.
It was slaughter.
And every horrifying second was still being streamed live on the Tsukkomi Squad's Abandoned Dungeon Channel.
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: Please... just stop already...
: If this keeps up... Yurihime-chan... Ochi-san...
: Damn it! That thing is toying with them!!
: Talking Monsters... are they really this cruel? This brutal? This is insane...
: I had no idea they were this dangerous...
: Honestly, when Omega-sama fought one, it didn't seem this bad.
: Yeah, Baron back then didn't feel this merciless... but this thing... I've changed my mind.
: Talking Monsters are terrifying...
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The chat overflowed with fear and helplessness. Some begged for the bloodshed to stop, others were just now realizing the sheer horror of Talking Monsters.
But among them...
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: Baron had intelligence and emotions, but this one... it feels more like a machine. Maybe it just sees humans as test subjects.
: Now's not the time for theories!!
: It is important! If we can't do anything, we need to analyze!
: Yeah! We can't just sit here and watch—we have to find something useful!
: Prototype No. 100 Modified... Compared to Baron, it's definitely lower rank. Maybe a mass-produced model?
: That makes sense. That's why it's so mechanical and emotionless.
: Wait, so the mass-produced ones are even worse than the high-ranking ones??
: Not necessarily. There might be intelligent Talking Monsters just as brutal as this...
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A handful of analysts were desperately trying to make sense of it.
But for most watching...
They could do nothing.
Powerless. Weak. Helpless.
And the realization filled them with frustration.
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: Please... someone... anyone... save them...
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'Hmph. This one stopped moving.'
With a flick of its arm, Prototype No. 100 Modified tossed Oikawa aside like a *ragdoll*.
Thud...
She didn't even react.
She was beyond pain.
"Oikawa...!"
Ochi gritted her teeth, dragging herself forward with her arms, inching toward her fallen comrade.
Crunch.
"Ughaaa!!!"
'Don't move on your own.'
The monster stomped on Ochi's back, pinning her down.
'You're next. You seem tougher than the last one. This should be fun.'
"You... I swear... I'll kill you with my own hands...!!"
'Please stop saying impossible things. Do you enjoy lying to yourself?'
"Damn it...! Damn it... damn it...!"
Trapped beneath the monster's foot, Ochi bit her lip so hard it bled. She was weak. Useless. Worthless. And she hated it.
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: You bastard!!
: STOP IT!!!!
: Someone, please stop this already!!!
: Ochi-san, don't move!! If you do, he'll just torment you more!
: This is too much... too much...
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The comments flooded in—raw, desperate, filled with sorrow and rage. But none of their voices could reach the monster.
'Now then, let's see how much you can endure once I start slicing off your limbs—starting with your right arm.'
It raised its blade-like hand...
And then—
Skwa—!
'...Huh?'
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