NOVEL WEB Chapter 59: Terrifying
His face immediately became ugly. Contrary to his plan of baiting all the pig-like persons to follow him while he sprinted to help the girl, this pig didn't take the bait.
The same one that had been rubbing ingredients on the girl was now standing in front of him, the girl tied up at its back. Its ugly teeth bared, its hands spread wide to capture Tarkan.
But Tarkan did not panic.
His mind went into overdrive as he continued running towards the pig-human creature without changing direction.
Just as he neared it, he noticed weapons similar to the ones carried by the pig-human creatures chasing him, scattered on the ground.
Still moving at full speed, Tarkan crouched and picked up a marksman club with sharp objects sticking out of it, and a sickle in his other hand.
The pig-human creature, seeing Tarkan entering its range and picking up weapons right in front of it, made a gesture to catch him, as though trying to grab a chicken.
Tarkan hadn't even finished straightening his body from the crouch when a deep sound escaped his throat.
"Croakkkkkkkkkk..!!!"
[Croak Boost – The user gets a slight jump enhancement if they croak beforehand. The louder the croak, the better the jump.]
Tarkan jumped high.
The pig, which had already stretched its hand to catch him, missed its target prey.
Not missing the opportunity, Tarkan, mid-air, threw the sickle higher and used both hands to grip the club. Using his momentum, he brought the spiked club down on the pig's head.
It began to squeal like the pig it was.
Tarkan, now descending behind the screaming pig, spun mid-air, grabbed the sickle handle, and swiped it at the pig's head, already disoriented and bleeding from the club strike.
The pig-human's head made a beautiful arc in the air, rolling before the group of pig-humans that had been chasing after him.
All of them paused in shock, their beady pig eyes wide.
Everything happened in an instant.
[Feral creature killed]
A simple notification appeared, informing him of the kill.
Tarkan was surprised by the sudden notification, but what shocked him more was how sharp the crudely made sickle was. His plan, when he picked up the club and the sickle, wasn't to kill the pig-human.
He had been sprinting when he noticed the weapons on the floor, so he calculated, using his Croak Boost talent to jump, using the club to hit the pig-human on the head and disorient it with his momentum.
The girl had been tied by her legs behind the pig-human, hanging upside down with her head facing the ground. The rope was around the pig's shoulders.
He had calculated to use the sickle to cut the rope tying the girl to the pig-human's back.
But contrary to his expectations, and not knowing how sharp the sickle was, not only was the rope cut, setting the girl free, but the pig-human's head was also sent flying.
Blood sprayed everywhere. Its body just lay there, headless and lifeless.
Tarkan, not dwelling on it, tightened his grip on the sickle. He wasn't going to let it go, no matter what.
Seeing the pig-human creatures still in shock, Tarkan bent and hurriedly placed the now unconscious girl on his shoulders.
[Rush -- (C-Rank)
Temporarily doubles the user's movement speed for 5 seconds per activation.
Charges: 0 charges, each with a 1-hour recharge time]
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[Rush -- (C-Rank)
Temporarily doubles the user's movement speed for 5 seconds per activation.
Charges: 3 charges, each with a 1-hour recharge time]
And he sprinted away.
The pig-human, which had been in shock from seeing one of their comrades beheaded right in front of them,
"Onnnnk! Onnkkkkk!!!"
started screaming as they saw the murderer running away with their meal on his back.
The ones who hadn't picked up weapons earlier quickly grabbed one from the ground and began to chase Tarkan.
Tarkan, running with the girl on his shoulder, had the urge to vomit.
The girl smelled like shit, or to be precise, the yellow substance that had been rubbed all over her body smelled like shit. He had lost count of how many times he gagged, wanting to throw up.
After running for a while, Tarkan was halfway out of the village, the girl still on his shoulder, but the pigs were slowly closing in.
Even before he baited them the first time, he had barely been able to keep ahead of their speed. Even with his talent, by logic, he should've already been caught after running for so long.
But with his timer, he was able to erase all his fatigue and recover stamina instantly.
Now, though, he was carrying someone. He had become slightly slower, and the pig-humans were gradually closing the distance.
Still, he didn't want to drop the girl. Not just because of moral guilt, but because of the information she might have. Even if it was just directions to a human settlement, it would be all worth it.
After thinking for a moment, Tarkan suddenly took a sharp turn around a building.
The pig-humans on his tail naturally followed, but they couldn't spot their prey.
"Onkkkkkk…"
Still, they didn't give up. All of them lowered their heads, using their snouts to sniff around.
The scent led them toward one of the buildings in their village.
"Onk, onkkk, onk, onk…"
One of the pigs made a series of noises, to which the others responded like they understood what was said.
Together, they surrounded the hut, cutting off any possible escape route. Weapons were raised, ready to break the hut down.
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The pig-humans suddenly heard a teasing voice.
Turning around, what they saw was one of their comrades, standing upright, still holding its weapon, was headless, blood spraying out of the neck where a head should have been.
And behind it…
Behind it stood Tarkan.
Blood was smeared across his face. His expression twisted into a creepy smile, unsettling even to beasts like them. His mask was nowhere to be seen.
"Come… let Daddy put you to nap," Tarkan said, his smile blooming wider.
His divine features, paired with the blood on his face and the sickle in his hand, made him look like an angel of death.
A chill passed through the pig-humans body their faces showing a look of dread.
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One and only,
Novelmeister.
You never disappoint.
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