Hellbound: Rebirth Of The Strongest Slayer.-Chapter 59: Raging Father

Chapter 59

Chaos swallowed the village.

People ran in every direction, screaming, colliding, searching for shelter that kept collapsing around them. Houses crumbled one after another, fire licking the streets, smoke choking the sky.

Rayden sat in the middle of it all.

Unmoved.

Unshaken.

Unbothered.

The only reason he had not moved was Selene.

She looked completely focused on her battles, blades flashing as she carved through enemies, but Rayden knew better. Her attention never left him. Not even for a second.

It itched.

His fingers curled slowly into a fist.

It had been a long time since he killed someone.

The beasts in the forest did not count. Those were animals. These were humans. That made it better. Cleaner. More exciting.

He did not need justification. The fact that they were butchering villagers was enough. More than enough.

Still, Selene was watching.

Just as he wondered if he would be forced to fight in front of his parents and expose everything, the pressure vanished. Selene and the others pushed deeper into the village, dragging the chaos with them.

Rayden smiled.

Finally.

The baby in his arms suddenly grinned too. A sharp, dangerous gleam flashed through Rayden’s eyes.

Hell Influence skill has been activated.

The system’s cold notification echoed in his mind as one of his Ten Hell Skills awakened.

Rayden’s grin widened.

Time to start the slaughter. Quietly.

He did not want attention. Not yet.

A scavenger was overpowering a group of villagers, laughing as he crushed their resistance. Then he slipped.

No push. No warning.

The sword lying on the ground lifted as if nudged by the wind. Just enough.

The scavenger’s head slammed straight into the blade.

His scream never escaped his throat.

The body fell.

Dead.

The two villagers froze, staring at the corpse, faces pale with confusion. They did not understand what had happened. They only felt relief.

"It must be the gods," one of them whispered before collapsing.

Rayden looked away.

No.

Not a god.

His gaze locked onto another scavenger.

That one froze for a single heartbeat as a villager smashed a heavy plank into his face, sending him crashing into a wooden house.

Rayden’s eyes lit up.

The house ignited instantly.

Boom.

Flames exploded outward, swallowing the structure. Screams tore through the fire before vanishing into silence.

The villagers nearby sighed in relief before fainting, convinced they had managed to kill at least one monster.

Baby Rayden’s expression did not change.

His gaze had already shifted.

Two down. Many more to go.

Killing was exciting.

Damn, it was too exciting.

Deeper in the village, two figures moved like executioners. Whips cracked. Short swords flashed. Brutal, precise, merciless. Scavengers who rushed them never stood a chance.

They left nothing alive behind.

Sisco saw it.

Then he looked at the bodies of his family.

His jaw tightened.

This was not revenge if he did nothing.

He bent down, picked up a sword from a fallen scavenger, and straightened. His gaze hardened into stone.

"I will avenge them. I will avenge their deaths."

Sisco muttered the words to himself as he charged.

He ignored everything else. The clash between Callack and Selene. The collapsing houses. The screams. His entire focus locked onto one scavenger. If he could not interfere with the monsters tearing the village apart, then he would kill as many of these things as he could.

The scavenger never saw him coming.

Sisco’s sword tore through the man’s side, ripping flesh and blood apart. He had aimed for the head, but the scavenger twisted at the last second, barely avoiding an instant death.

"You Fool."

The scavenger roared and countered, his dagger slamming into Sisco’s shoulder.

Pain exploded through him.

Sisco did not scream.

Did not cry.

Did not retreat.

His gaze stayed stone cold.

He pushed his sword deeper, twisting it viciously, carving through muscle and bone. The scavenger shrieked in agony.

"Yes. Feel that," Sisco roared. "Feel the anguish of those you killed."

His blade surged forward.

One clean, brutal strike.

The scavenger was split from body to head, cleaved apart as blood sprayed across the ground. The corpse collapsed at Sisco’s feet.

Dead.

Sisco stared down at it, his eyes burning with unrestrained fury.

It was his first time killing a human.

But right now, it meant nothing.

His rage drowned everything else. Thought. Fear. Hesitation. There was only revenge. Only the need to kill more.

To him, they were no longer humans.

They were monsters.

And monsters deserved to be erased.

Sisco lifted his gaze.

Another scavenger stood ahead, already wounded from fighting the terrifying couple deeper in the village. Blood soaked his armor. His breathing was ragged.

Sisco’s eyes ignited with madness.

He charged.

"I’ll kill you," he snarled. "I’ll kill all of you."

His hand shot forward, thrusting the bloodied sword straight for the scavenger’s head. No hesitation. No wasted motion.

But scavengers were not helpless fools.

Despite how fast they were dying, it was not because they lacked skill. Most of them were cultivators. Trained. Experienced. The only reason they looked weak was because Callack and Selene were monsters beyond reason, leaving no room to breathe, no path to escape.

Against someone like Sisco, untrained and driven purely by rage, they still held the advantage.

The scavenger reacted instantly.

Steel clashed as he knocked Sisco’s sword aside. His leg followed, smashing into Sisco’s face and snapping his head to the side. Pain exploded again as the scavenger’s blade slashed deep into Sisco’s hand.

Blood poured down his fingers.

His grip loosened.

But he did not drop the sword.

Sisco’s teeth clenched so hard they creaked.

Who cared if the injury was deep.

Who cared if the pain was unbearable.

Who cared if he lost his arm.

None of it mattered.

Only revenge mattered.

Fueled by rage beyond reason, Sisco’s injured hand tightened around the sword. He forced it forward again.

This time, the scavenger was too slow. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Unable to parry, the man raised his blade in front of him, desperately trying to block.

The swords collided.

The force of the collision sent them crashing into another collapsing building. Stone and wood caved in as the duo rolled through the debris, the sound of clashing swords echoing from within, proof that the fight was still raging.

Meanwhile, Callack and Selene continued to battle.

At this point, they could feel it. Their energy was draining fast. Far too fast. Every movement was heavier than the last, every breath burning in their lungs.

Still, they refused to surrender.

They pushed forward, forcing their bodies past the limit. Unlike the scavengers, they had no formal sword training. No polished techniques. No elegant forms.

What they had was better.

Their battle arts were forged against beasts. Monsters that had dragged them to the edge of death time and time again. Creatures that did not allow mistakes. Creatures that punished hesitation with death.

Because of that, their fighting style was simple and ruthless. No flash. No wasted motion. Every strike aimed to end the fight as fast as possible.

Slowly, they noticed it.

The pressure was easing.

The scavengers were no longer swarming them. The numbers were thinning. Then thinning more.

And then, suddenly, it stopped.

No blades rushed them. No footsteps closed in.

There was no one left nearby.

"They fled?" Selene asked, using the brief moment of calm to catch her breath.

Callack did not answer immediately. He scanned the area, eyes sharp, senses stretched.

After confirming it, he nodded.

"I think so."

That was when the nearby building exploded.

Dust and fire burst outward, and standing atop a bloodied scavenger was Sisco.

His body was covered in wounds. Blood soaked his clothes. Yet he was smiling.

A satisfied smile.

He looked at the couple. The smile remained, but the pain behind it was impossible to miss.

"I did it," he muttered.

Tears streamed down his face as he laughed weakly.

"I avenged their deaths."

Callack and Selene smiled too.

They understood that pain. That hollow victory. That feeling of revenge that did nothing to fill the void.

But then Callack’s gaze changed.

His eyes widened.

He opened his mouth to speak.

Too late.

A silver flash cut through the air.

Sisco froze.

Right in front of their stunned eyes, his head slid clean off his neck and rolled across the ground.

Sisco was dead.

Standing above his lifeless body was Ricu.

His expression was calm. Indifferent. As if he had crushed an annoying insect instead of slaughtering a grieving father.

If anything, he looked irritated.

He lowered his blade slowly, blood dripping from its edge.

"Shut up already, you scum," Ricu said.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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