《Records of the Weakest Emperor》Chapter 33: I've Killed a Lot of People Too, What Are You Going To Do About It?
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Jane chanted each and every word that Calvin told them earlier to herself.
"Continue without any care... Don't pay attention to the weird things happening..."
Jane softly uttered.
She was scared but with her friends standing in front of her, she felt a strange sense of security.
They had been walking through this dark corridor for a few minutes now, yet they still couldn't see the end.
Jane felt somewhat bored.
Scarlett was protecting Zahra at the center of their formation, while Jane was being protected by Hugo behind her.
At first, she wanted to talk with Hugo, but since Hugo looked quite scary. She didn't say anything. But not saying anything was basically the same as forcing her not to breathe. Speaking was Jane's forte, though that talent of her didn't show itself inside this madhouse.
Staring at the others who were whispering with each other.
Jane puffed her cheeks. She found this silence quite unbearable as she turned around and said...
"Sir Hugo... Thank you for your service and I'm really sorry that you have to..."
Jane abruptly stopped her speech.
Her flashlight dropped onto the ground and it created a loud sound that startled everyone.
"What goes there?!" Nicholas, who was the closest to her swiftly turned around, and so did the others.
"What's going on, Jane?" Calvin saw that the commotion came from Jane.
He raised his eyebrows, but when the light of his flashlight landed on nothing behind Jane.
His pupils constricted as he asked, "Where did Hugo go?"
"H-Hugo... H-He... He was just walking right beside me and when I turned around he was already gone!" Jane's expression was pale and she almost went hysterical. How could a person just simply disappear from another person's side without causing any commotion nor leaving any trace?
That was impossible!
It shouldn't happen at all!
Yet, such a strange phenomenon occurred here.
And the one that disappeared was the strongest of them all, the source of their courage and the bastion of reassurance for their weary hearts.
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Hugo.
"W-Where did he go? Did he get lost?" Roy uttered a whisper.
"Get lost? Do you really think that someone like him can get lost? He's been consumed! He's been captured by the madmen in this place! And now that he's gone, we're next! Hahaha..." Philip who had been silent the whole time suddenly let out a boisterous laugh.
"What the fuck did you say?" Nicholas rushed up to him and sent a punch directly on his face, "How dare you curse us! If you want to die, then go die along, you asshole!"
"Are you saying that I am wrong? Hahaha, no I am not wrong... This place is mad... This place is mad, and none of us can escape from this madness!" Philip spread his arms wide and shouted at the skies.
"Wha... What is he doing...?" Rose and the other girls were terrified of his strange actions.
Calvin furrowed his eyebrows.
He rushed at Philip and sent an attack directly at his nape.
He planned on rendering him unconscious, so he couldn't spout more nonsense.
But Philip unexpectedly blocked his attack with a single hand!
"You... You've gone mad..." Calvin whispered in shock.
There was one particular reason why this mental asylum was particularly dangerous for those with lowered mental faculties. It was because those with lower mental sensitivity could possibly turn mad similar to what happened to the patients in this place.
When one stared at the abyss, the abyss stares back.
This sentence was an undeniable truth in Mount Spirit Sword Asylum.
At this moment, one of them finally lost it and had gone mad.
Calvin gnashed his teeth.
He clenched his fists and sent an attack directly above the head of Philip. He planned on directly ending his life by attacking a crucial acupoint on top of his head, but he didn't expect that Philip could react so quickly. Before his attack could even approach Philip's head.
Philip had already sent a kick at Calvin's chest, sending him flying towards the walls.
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Bang!
A dull thud rang out.
Calvin's back collided with the wall making him grit his teeth in pain.
"Hahaha! None of us can escape!"
Philip turned around and made a mad dash towards the corridors leading for the Medical Ward.
"P-Philip!"
"Don't go there! Don't follow him!"
Roy was about to run after Philip, but he was stopped by Calvin's stern warning.
When he took that turn at the end of the current corridor where Calvin and the others were located.
The sound of his laughter mysteriously vanished in an instant.
An eerie silence once again surrounded the newbies.
The girls collapsed onto their knees from shock.
They managed to survive on their encounter against the Benevolent Father and the Butcher, Andre.
But in just a few minutes in this hospital, they already lost two comrades.
One disappeared into thin air, while the other cracked under the shame and remorse of his betrayal before finally collapsing in front of the abyss known as Mount Spirit Sword Asylum.
Calvin clicked his tongue in annoyance. If Hugo followed his instructions properly, then he wouldn't have to disappear.
But since the deed was done and the rice was cooked. There was no use crying over spilled milk anymore.
Calvin could feel that Hugo was still alive.
In short, it was now their priority to rescue Hugo before it was already too late.
But of course, Calvin wasn't willing to divert everyone's attention into rescuing Hugo.
He must look at the big picture.
Calvin nodded his head and decided.
He then gathered the others and said, "I'll go back to look for Hugo. As for you guys, just follow the corridor and you will soon arrive at the decontamination chamber for the Medical Ward. I think it's only about several hundreds of meters away from this place."
"Y-You're going to look for Hugo? Are you going to leave us alone here? That can't be! You must stay with us!"
Ray's face went ashen with fear. Calvin had long become one of the sources of courage for the newbies. His knowledge of the mental asylum was boundless and for them. If he suddenly disappeared, then they would become similar to headless flies. In such a situation, it could be said that their deaths were nigh.
"Yeah, I'm going to look for him. I can feel that he's still alive." Calvin seriously said.
But Roy protested, "No! You are not going to look for him... We must first rescue Philip instead of Hugo. That bastard is only useful for his strength, and I can feel that he has killed a lot of people. I'd rather trust Philip, than trust a serial killer..."
Roy laid out all of his honest thoughts regarding Hugo at this moment.
One might say that he was being biased since Philip was his friend, but what he said actually made sense for the others.
Scarlett bit her lips, and she looked like she wanted to speak.
Medea scrunched her eyebrows, while Rose had her gaze averted.
Jane, Zahra, and Jannette on the other hand were too scared to care.
Although they were looking at Calvin since they were concerned that he was going to leave them alone.
Calvin's eyes narrowed into slits.
He leaked a little bit of his killing intent as he replied, "I've killed a lot of people too, what are you going to do about it?"
His cold voice seemed to have transformed into cold thorns that pierced through the hearts of everyone.
"Y-You..." Roy staggered backward in fear.
The terror that he felt in his heart when Calvin's gaze met with his was no less than the fear that he felt from Hugo.
He collapsed onto the ground and Calvin didn't bother about him anymore.
"I will go and rescue Hugo. I will allow no objections. But before I leave, I will teach you all a method to protect yourself!"
Calvin declared.
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