Legendary Awakening: Harem System In The Post-Apocalyptic World-Chapter 126: Fixing...!

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"...P-Please... Kill me... now." The man, covered in blood, said in a weak voice.

Puchi!

Without saying anything, Max stabbed the knife through his neck so he wouldn’t die immediately.

"Argh! You... bastard~"

Ignoring him, he washed the knife and his blood stained hands with some water from the inventory and walked out of the room.

He could still hear weak, hoarse screams and whimpers from Aaron’s room, which told him Aaron was still not done venting.

He wanted to wait a little, but right then he heard faint commotion in the street and realized the screams had done their work--they had attracted the people.

So, he went into Aaron’s room.

After a glance at the half-dead bald man, he looked at Aaron, who had a savage, hate-filled look on his crying face, his emotions in mess, and said, "Enough! Finish him off now."

Aaron raised his head, then took a deep breath to calm his chaotic emotions.

"Okay." he said and stabbed the knife in the bald man’s one of bloody eyes, killing him.

Max then glanced at Aaron’s mutilated thighs, and bought a healing potion, which he threw towards him, "Here, drink this. It will heal your injuries."

[Harem Points: 25→15]

As Aaron caught the vial and stared at him in a daze, Max took out a mug, filled it with water and placed it on the side, "Drink it when you feel like it."

Saying this, he turned around to leave, but right then, Aaron suddenly spoke up, "...Cousin."

"Yeah?" asked Max, turning his head around.

"Thank you for saving me, and I’m sorry for ditching my team." said Aaron, his voice filled with gratitude and guilt.

"No need to thank me." said Max after staring at him for a moment, "We are family. We are supposed to help each other when in difficulty. Now, you stay put. I’ll be back for you in a short while."

"Okay." nodded Aaron and Max walked out of the room, then the house.

...

"Hey, there is someone."

As soon as Max walked out of the house, someone noticed him.

Hearing their companion’s voice, others currently in the street noticed him and began moving towards him.

"Who are you and who was screaming just now?" The person who had noticed Max asked him.

Max, however, acted as though he had heard nothing and swept his gaze across the street, counting the people there—17.

"Are you deaf, boy?" The man furrowed his brow in displeasure when he saw Max ignored him and moved towards him, flourishing the baseball bat—red with dried up blood—in his hand threateningly towards him.

Swoosh!

When he was just five meters away from him, Max suddenly burst into action and appeared before him.

The man was caught off guard, having not expected Max to be so fast. By the time he raised his bat to attack, Max had grabbed it with one hand while the other was moving towards his neck.

Seeing this, he pulled one hand away from the bat to grab Max’s hand, but right then, his eyes narrowed because suddenly, there was a long kitchen knife in Max’s previously empty hand.

Puchi!

By the time his mind overcame the shock, his neck was stabbed through and a tearing pain shot through him.

...

Shua!

Max ignored the man after stabbing his neck and rushed to another man who was just a few feet away.

While this man had gotten the time to react, he was just a level 5, not nearly strong or fast enough to handle Max, and also suffered the same fate—his neck was stabbed through.

"Kill this fucker!" Someone shouted in rage seeing this.

Max’s eyes flickered to him and ignoring others rushing towards him, he rushed over, causing the man’s expression to stiffen. But then he grew even more enraged, however, it was of no use as within one exchange, he was lying on the ground with a hole in his chest.

As for Max, he was already moving towards his next target.

Swoosh! Whoosh!

Thud! Katcha!

Puchi!

"Arrghhh!"

"Run!"

...

By the time they realized they couldn’t handle Max and someone shouted to run, Max had killed twelve of them.

Then, as they began running helter-skelter, he picked them off one by one.

Shua!

Huu!

He came to a stop after decapitating the last of the seventeen and took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

Even after venting his rage on the bald man’s companion, he was still angry, which he only realized when he walked out of the house and saw these people.

Because save for three, who were level 6, the others were level 5, he didn’t have any difficulty killing them without getting injured. However, he knew fighting in rage wasn’t a smart move, so he took his time to calm down.

This also gave the dead men’s companions, who had surely noticed the commotion to rush over from other streets to this one, eliminating the need for him to go look for them.

...

Rhuum!

As the truck neared the rough area from where the screams had originated, Jamie heard the faint sounds of people fighting.

He thought for a moment before ordering, "Stop the truck. We’ll proceed on foot."

The driver obeyed, and the group got down the truck before they followed Jamie.

After crossing another street, even Eric and others could hear the commotion.

Right then...

Shua! Shua! Shua!

Three men rushed out of the second street ahead of Jamie’s group, causing Eric and others to tighten their grips on their weapons.

’Hm?’ Jamie had stopped in his tracks and was about to get ready to face them when he noticed their expressions, full of panic and terror, and his eyes narrowed.

Right then, the trio noticed them and shouted: "Run for your lives!"

Eric and others were stunned for a moment, then they turned to Jamie, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.

The terror on the trio’s face was genuine. So, whoever they were running from was really dangerous, so it made perfect sense to them to run too.

However, contrary to their expectations, Jamie said, "Don’t let them escape!", stunning them.

Swoosh!

Jamie rushed forward and attacked two of them at the same time, stopping them in their tracks and causing them to erupt in rage.

"What the fuck are you doing, you bastard?!" One of them shouted, dodging Jamie’s punch.

The other did the same before hurriedly moving to attack Jamie with the metal rod he was carrying while shouting, "He isn’t one of us. Kill him."

Thud!

Jamie moved towards him, easily grabbed his wrist before punching him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to bend over.

Bang!

"Arghh!"

Jamie then kneed his face, breaking his jaw. He then ducked, dodging the swing of his companion’s bat.

Swoosh!

...

Eric saw Jamie engage two of three while the last one was running towards them with a knife in his hand and a ferocious expression on his face and gulped nervously.

Then, he gripped his hockey stick with both hands and shouted, "Be careful not to get injured but don’t let him escape." before running forward and swinging it at the rushing man’s head.

Whoosh!

The man’s expression turned savage seeing this. He ducked, quite easily dodging the strike.

Eric panicked, hurried to swing the hockey stick again, but he was off balance and couldn’t hit him.

Pa!

Before he could do anything else, the man appeared before him and gripped his neck. His eyes glinting with murder, he motioned to stab his knife in Eric gut, but right then...

"Release him!"

The older man and others rushed up to them after suppressing their anxiousness and seeing Eric was about to be stabbed, they attacked the man from all sides, causing him to use Eric as meat shield and his knife to deflect a few strikes.

"Hng!" He grunted when despite his efforts, a bat still struck his shoulder, causing him to grunt.

But instead of staying put and killing them as he wanted, he pushed Eric towards the older man and others before slamming into a guy who was in his way, knocking him to the side.

"Stop him!" Eric shouted, seeing he was about to escape, but it was futile because by the time his companions regained their balance, the man was already several meters away.

They tried to give chase, but they were very slow compared to him and failed to catch up. A few moments later, he had dashed into a nearby street and vanished from their sight.

"Fuck!" Eric grunted in frustration, feeling angry at himself for failing the task. The other five were also frustrated, but they also felt relieved because they weren’t harmed.

Right then, the older man glanced at Eric to console him when his pupils constricted, "Eric!"

Thud!