Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World-Chapter 73: Personification Of Despair
The wolf-sized porcupine stumbled through the forest after reaching the base of the mountain.
Currently, the mountain is the worst place to be. He had to get away from that place to be able to recover.
He still had to find any of his companions who could help take of him and treat his injury.
’Bibi is so useless…’ He thought while he gritted his teeth.
He regretted listening to Bibi’s words, none of the promises he made was worth all these injuries.
So many things had happened that he hadn’t anticipated and he was bleeding to death for it.
Out of desperation, he initiated a transformation. His metal quills shrank and his limbs elongated as his body took on a human-like appearance.
Metal quills stood erect on his head and lined down his back. His pale yellow skin was loose and his small eyes darted around, vigilant as usual.
The gash remained, painting his abdomen red with blood. His hands pressed the gash close, hoping to keep the guts from spilling out.
As the porcupine man walked deeper into the forest, he didn’t notice the faint space rippled beside him. His senses were already dull and not as good as they should be.
Claws, imbued with the power to cut through space, appeared out of thin air and struck at his hand.
Even in this injured and dull state, his reaction time was still as expected. He retracted his hand to avoid it from being cut off.
However, this made the claws cut through his fingers. Blood spilled as three fingers fell to the floor.
"AARGH!" The porcupine man cried out in agony. Two streams of tears slid down his cheeks, an involuntary reaction to the pain he was feeling.
He looked around frantically, now aware that he wasn’t alone and was in fact being followed.
"AAAAAARGH!" He screamed like a madman, in an attempt to chase away the stalker.
Just then, he caught sight of a lioness. It was a short appearance but it was enough for him to know that it was one that wasn’t even as powerful as Kael.
"No way! NO FREAKING WAY!" The porcupine man began to freak out, "GET THE FUCK OUT YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU PLAY WITH ME!" He shouted, his voice spreading out like a telepathic tsunami.
He received no answer, further sending him down a spiral of frustration. It was infuriating that the one who was putting him in this situation was a lioness who was technically weaker than him.
But technicalities didn’t matter for now. If he could just pinpoint her location, this fight would be over in a heartbeat.
Now that he knew what to look for, he was ready. He lowered his center of gravity, his ears attentive for the slightest sound.
A flicker of light appeared in the corner of his vision and his hand reached behind him to swiftly pull out one of the metal quills.
He swung his arm like it was a sling, throwing the metal quill like it was just a really long dart.
The metal quill didn’t hit any target, only flying deep into the forest at a very high speed.
The porcupine man, like he had gone crazy, pulled more metal quills out of his back with his one good arm and threw them around with no precision.
His metal quills either struck the trees or nothing.
He continued until he had thrown eleven metal quills, none of them met their intended target.
He breathed in and out heavily, his good hand hanging down. He was losing too much blood to be able to play this sick game of cat and mouse.
*SSHH*
The porcupine man could see it in slow motion as it happened.
The claw, sharp with space vibrating at the sharp edges, tore into his skin and cut in between his joints. There was some resistance but the claw avoided the metal bones altogether. The claw carried with it a longer transparent claw that followed it all the way through the arm.
It came as soon as it went, leaving a red line that went around the man’s shoulder.
The arm fell, followed by a heartbreaking scream and a stream of blood.
The arm had just touched the ground when the same thing happened to his leg. The claw cut from behind his knee, skillfully pushing the metal kneecap and cutting out of the flesh.
The scream that followed scared all the birds in the area. The porcupine man fell to the ground, not even knowing that he was on the ground as his mind was overwhelmed by the pain he was experiencing.
She was toying with him, his brain processed as he sat up and looked around. Using his one leg and one fingerless arm, he dragged himself away.
As he moved, the gash on his abdomen opened up again and his intestines began to spill out. They dragged on the dirt floor, transferring a maddening sensation to the porcupine man.
Only now did he hear footsteps from behind him. Snot dripped down his nose and tears flowed from his eyes, the feeling of dread taking over every sense of reason he had left.
He reached the tree closest to him and rested his head on the roots. He sobbed there, aware of his fate.
What he found most demoralizing was the fact that the person doing this to him was a tier 2 lioness. Tier 2 lionesses weren’t supposed to be this powerful.
The footsteps got closer and his body trembled as he cried louder.
"I’m sorry! Please!..." He cried, having no other choice or a means to escape this.
He sat himself up and rested his back on the tree. Tears clouded his vision but he still made out the figure of the lionesses.
Never in his life had he seen a more detailed personification of despair.
Inky black eyes stared back at him and she had a clownish smile on her lion face. The smile only made her look more scary as her jade white fangs were bared.
Her head was close to his, very close that he might have been able to take advantage of he was at his peak. Now, he couldn’t even grab the roots of the tree firmly.
But he knew nothing he did would change how he would spend his last moments today. If she didn’t kill him, he would die from blood loss, if not, a predator would come and kill him.
"Just finish it!" He pleaded.
If not for size and aura, anyone would assume this lioness was tier 3 from her actions alone.
"Your crimes against the king determines that you won’t enjoy a swift death." Her voice entered his mind. It was soft and feminine, carrying a trace of eagerness and psychopathy.
Without waiting for the porcupine man to respond, she places her large paws on his chest. One of her claws stuck out and rested gently on the base of his neck.
Knowing what the lioness was about to do, the porcupine man began to shake his head sorrowfully, his face turned ugly from the crying.
Yet the lioness had no pity in her eyes, it was as if his cries only made her happier. For her, this was her day to test out what she had always dreamt of doing to the enemies of her beloved.
Her claws pierced into his throat as slowly as possible. She felt the vibration of his vocal cords and delighted in the sensation.
Then in a painfully sluggish manner, she began to drag the claw down.
Who knew the porcupine man could scream louder than he had been screaming before?
The sight was like the lioness was unzipping a jacket. Sometimes, the zip, her claw, got stuck and she had to apply a little more force.
She dragged down until her claw reached the gash and exited. And like an artist who wished to observe her work better, she stepped back and looked at her victim, smiling.
Now she watched as he choked on and bathed in his blood.
The porcupine man found himself losing conciseness for which he was thankful. He could finally escape with the help of death, away from this sadistic lioness.
And the lioness, seeing her victim’ dropping eyelids erupted with sudden ferociousness. She bit and tore at his body, tossing and ripping him apart bit by bit.
Even as he lost conciseness, the porcupine was barraged by pain. If he had a chance, he would warn all the future enemies this lioness would face.
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A few moments later, a portal opened in the sky, and a massive bird flew down from it.
He landed gracefully on the ground, the trees creaking from the force he landed with.
This bird was Isaiah, the crane.
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"The weird space power I felt should have come from here." He muttered to himself.
He looked down to see blood spilled everywhere, and from the looks of it, it was spilled not long ago.
He took two large steps to cover the distance between where the blood was spilled and where it led to.
Isaiah’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he saw the mutilated corpse before him. What he was seeing was just a mixture of shiny metal bones and shredded red flesh.
The skeleton emitted clunking sounds as it was slowly reverting back to its original beastly form.
From the metal quills that were on the back and head of the corpse, he could already tell who it was. Not to mention the heart was missing, he could see through the metal ribs and emptied-out abdomen that there was no heart where it should have been.
"Darius won’t be happy about this." Isaiah’ said after sighing tiredly.
