Nilbog charged, savoring the air’s embrace as his shoulder crashed into the unsuspecting Ghoul. The Chef was surprised but took advantage of the opportunity. He lifted his weapon over his head, relaxed all his muscles, and then came down with the weight of his entire body upon the staggered monster. The cleaver went through its skull, stopping halfway down its torso.

Meanwhile, Nilbog himself was off-balance after his shove. Unable to step away from the other Ghoul’s attack, Nilbog stepped under it.

Your armor was able to slightly reduce the damage taken!

You have received 7 Damage!

You have received a Slight Bleed status effect! You will lose 1% HP (1.3) per second for 9 seconds.

The thrust that was aimed at his neck ricocheted off his angled shoulder blades, taking a bit of flesh out of him with some bleeding, but otherwise keeping himself alive.

Before the pain could register, Nilbog pushed forward with his legs, twisting his upper body for each bit of force he could add to his fist. Not knowing whether the Ghoul’s groin was a weak spot, he opted for sinking his fist inside its guts. The beast might have been quick and lethal, but its scrawny body and lack of muscle meant it went down just as quick. The beast hunched forward from the might of the blow, its teeth coming dangerously close to Nilbog’s neck. Feeling death a bite away, he pushed the monster away as he fell backward.

Just as it was about to pounce at Nilbog, one of the Chef’s finally realized that now was a good time to attack. He charged forward, knife shaking in hand, and stabbed the distracted beast in the neck. It released an identical screech to the last Ghoul Nilbog killed.

Unfortunately, the fool made the mistake of not retreating immediately after, like Nilbog had done.

Undead sustain fatal injuries that would incapacitate other creatures. The beast turned with madness in its eyes, hand swiping bone and flesh off his chest. One of its long fingers sliced through his neck. He fell, bleeding extensively in fits of gasps. He tried to scream but he could not find his voice.

Nilbog leaped up for another punch, but the Chef moved in first. The cleaver went in for a good four inches inside the Ghoul’s skull before the blade stopped. The Ghoul froze, its eyes meeting in the middle, attempting to look at the cleaver. Unable to see the blade inside of it, it tipped its heads up until it dropped backward.

The Chef offered him a bloody hand, purple and red blood mixed. “Not bad for a kid,” he said, spitting red blood to the side.

Danger Rank

Chef Doyan: Cub

Unknown Human: Cub

Unknown Human: Cub

“Considering I saved your life, sure.” His shoulders burned, reminding Nilbog why wearing multiple layers of clothes was a good idea. He allowed the man to lift him up. Doyan’s muscular figure looked to be at least double his weight while being a foot taller than him, but the Strength stat did not work that way. Doyan did not have as much of an easy time as Nilbog thought.

Nilbog focused in on his resource bars. The increased regen came at a vital time. His shoulders ached, but none of his vitals were hit. The bleeding also stopped when he pressed against it.

Nilbog

HP 79/130 (18.2/Hour)

STM 125/140 (+1.96/Second)

Overall STM 421/700 (392/Day)

Life Force 120/120 (+1.44/Minute)

Being injured before the fight even began did not help Nilbog's case.

“Most people did not have any weapons with them, for some strange reason,” Doyan said, walking forward. He gazed at the scene in front of him with a disproving look. “People grew complacent. It's been nearly half a century. There were about seven of us in there. We killed five of them, while they got…” Doyan shook his head, turning towards his other assistant. He was pressing on the wound, but the cut was too large. "Leave him be, there is no saving him. Go bring out every sharp object in the kitchen," Doyan said, and turned back to Nilbog, handing him the extra blade that was left.

Common Chipped Kitchen Knife

Weapon Type: Dagger

Weapon Star level: ★★

Slash: ★

Thrust: ★

Durability: ★★

Good for cutting lettuce, onions, Ghouls, and beef.

Well, at least someone still has a sense of humor. A two-star was probably respectable to kill level 30 monsters.

“We’ve heard much of it, but it’s all so strange for monsters to appear out of thin air. What type of power- "

“Save it for someone who cares,” Nilbog said, his pink cheeks raising in a scowl. He was seriously running out of patience with everything and everyone. The day just kept getting worse.

Doyan stared at Nilbog, a few of his nerves pulsing. The air around him got warmed, but he held back. “We’ll get by if we can get all those idiots ones of these,” he said, pointing towards Nilbog’s blade with his chin. “But first…” Doyan's muscles bulged, the nerves on his giant forearms pulsing as he turned towards the noise “...Who in the two faces of the fucking earth is playing the piano at a time like this?”

Nilbog shivered. He had forgotten about it. With his attention towards it, he began to fully hear it. It grew more sinister as he listened to it, and he could have sworn he saw a black, round object strike a person. When it vanished inside them a different look appeared on their face.

Nilbog didn’t like where this was going.

Seventh Sense has improved

Oh.