Unholy Player-Chapter 47: Dalin Ravencourt

"Dalin Ravencourt. No wonder a rare beauty and talent like you would be here," Adyr said, completely ignoring Cole. He gave a slight bow, placing his right hand over his chest in a gesture that mirrored a proper gentleman’s greeting.

Dalin looked every bit the arrogant young noble—fiery red hair, matching eyes, and sharp features that made her seem fierce yet oddly charming. She had the kind of presence that made her superiority feel natural, almost earned. Just one look, and it was easy to believe she belonged above others.

Her expression softened slightly at Adyr’s greeting. She turned to Cole and said, "Is this the guy you were talking about? He doesn’t seem that bad."

Cole’s eye twitched at her words. Trying to steady his voice, he forced a smile. "Don’t let the sweet talk fool you. He’s a nobody—always flirting with every girl he sees, trying to climb his way up by playing the victim."

Then, smirking, he gestured at Adyr’s clothes. "Just look at him. Still wearing that university uniform everywhere. What kind of loser does that?"

With those words, the distant look returned to Dalin’s face. Elegance was what she valued most, and aside from Adyr’s posture and words, nothing about him seemed elegant.

"Hmph. I almost let Selina’s lapdog fool me," Dalin said with disdain. "Someone like you doesn’t belong here." Her voice turned sharp.

Cole, sensing the shift, grinned with satisfaction.

Adyr, unfazed, gave a casual shrug and laughed. "You’re right. Then this dog will take his leave. See you around." He turned and began walking toward the elevator.

"You what?" Dalin blinked, momentarily thrown off. She couldn’t tell if he had just insulted himself or was playing with them.

But Cole wasn’t going to let him walk away that easily. He grabbed Adyr’s shoulder and yanked him to a stop. "You little shit, you’re not going anywhere until we say so."

Adyr halted under the pressure. Cole was a mutant, and his grip strength alone was easily twice what Adyr could manage right now. Judging by his posture, he’d made some progress in the game, too—stronger than before.

But Adyr didn’t care about the power gap. He had no time to waste on meaningless drama.

Slowly, he turned his head. The smile from moments ago had vanished. In its place was a blank, unreadable expression.

He looked Cole in the eyes, deep, endless black eyes that gave away nothing, and spoke calmly, "You tired of your life or something?"

Cole froze.

Adyr looked weaker and much shorter than him. Just by appearances, anyone would’ve said Cole had already won the dominance game. But what he felt in that moment wasn’t just intimidation—it was something primal.

His instincts surged. Every part of him screamed that whatever he was touching wasn’t human.

For a brief moment, Cole tried to dismiss the fear as irrational. But without realizing it, his hand had already let go.

He didn’t know what kind of wild animal he had grabbed, but his instincts did. The thing standing in front of him, staring straight into his soul, wasn’t just dangerous.

It was a former serial killer who had taken hundreds of lives. And compared to him, wild beasts were tame.

"Woof!" Adyr barked suddenly at the pale-faced Cole, making him flinch and stumble back in fear.

Then, laughing out loud at his reaction, he turned his back and walked away, hands in his pockets.

Everyone stood frozen, stunned—except for one.

Dalin. A faint blush touched her cheeks, her eyes lit with excitement. She looked like a child who had just found a long-lost, cherished toy.

—

When Adyr got home, he informed his sister Niva about the updates regarding their mother and that she might return later than expected.

Though Niva tried to hide her worries, Adyr noticed them, and it unsettled him.

He wasn’t used to this. He disliked anything that felt out of control. When he came home, he wanted stability. It didn’t matter if it was monotonous; what mattered was that nothing caught him off guard and everything stayed in its place.

But that night, sleep escaped him. Nightmares he hadn’t seen in a long time clawed their way back from the past and haunted him until morning.

By the time the sun rose, his mood was at its worst in years. Still, he masked it with practiced ease and left for headquarters.

After the usual routine—checking the forums for new threads and updates, finding nothing of value—he headed to the playroom and logged into the game.

Today, he planned to take out his frustration on a few unlucky wolves.

—

He opened his eyes to the quiet chatter of the villagers.

As usual, Vesha was at the center of it all, addressing their concerns with calm confidence. But the moment she saw Adyr wake, she hurried to his side.

"How do you feel? Did you get enough rest?" She asked, though there was a subtle shift in her tone, like she had sensed something off in him. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"Yeah, I’m fine. Ready to go," Adyr said with a smile, masking his restlessness a little more tightly.

Before heading out, Adyr decided to eat the breakfast they had prepared. This time, he didn’t need to call over the children who had been watching him—they came on their own and joined him around the meal laid out on the floor.

He let them stay as he ate and chatted with them. Their presence, though small, helped push back his worries and quiet the constant paranoia, if only for a while.

Seeing him relaxed in their company, the other villagers didn’t interrupt.

Once he had eaten and felt ready, Adyr left the shelter to the soft murmur of whispered prayers.

This time, no eyes followed him with doubt. The prayers weren’t just for his safe return but for his triumph. They already believed he had what it took to wipe out the wolves.

—

"There’s not much time before the hunter pack leaves the cave," Adyr murmured, sitting on a high tree branch as he observed the cave’s entrances.

While watching them yesterday, he had paid close attention to the stronger wolves—the ones that left with the alpha for a few hours to hunt before returning. He was waiting for that exact moment to make his move.

"Today, I’m not logging off without taking a few lives with my own hands," he muttered, his eyes darkening as he continued to watch the cave in silence.