"You scum! Let me out!" Luna screamed in rage, struggling to break free from the demon worshipper. But it was nearly impossible now that she was handcuffed. What's more, this fucking bastard was too strong.
"Be quiet, bitch!" Hector, disguised as a demon worshipper, shouted in anger—then landed a hard smack on Luna's butt, making her shiver in pain.
It seemed no sign of hearing Luna's noise anymore. Hector smirked.
"Act obediently. Otherwise, I'm not sure whether you'll go home with a big belly or not."
Silence.
Hector's threat was effective.
"We must return to the mine as quickly as possible. I think there are members of royalty in this dungeon. Walking alone here isn't safe for us."
Harve said this and started moving ahead.
Hector restrained Luna's struggle. The next moment, he followed Harve.
"Bitch! Move faster!" Hector delivered another hard smack to Luna's butt, forcing her to speed up.
"I swear you'll regret this." Luna glared at Hector, grinding her teeth in anger.
Hector smirked.
"Regret? Don't piss me off."
…
"Are you hoping someone will save you? …No one. No one will. You should know how terrifying the demon cult is."
"Once you enter our mine, there's only one way out."
Hector lowered his voice, heavy with menace.
"A fate worse than death. You'll be used by countless men full of lust. In the end, you'll lose your beautiful face and contract endless diseases."
"Do you know what will happen to you?"
Hector lifted Luna's chin and chuckled.
"You won't die… your soul will be extracted and forced to endure pain forever in our hell."
For the first time, panic flashed in Luna's eyes. Because she knew it was true.
Where was Hector? she wondered. Was this the plan he had talked about?
And why was she showing such weakness? Hoping someone would save her?
She cursed her weakness. Now there was only one way left.
Summon her immortal monster.
She forced every cell in her body to suppress her fear of the monster and the urge to summon it right now.
Unfortunately, her body reacted violently after that, and she failed
Hector rubbed his chin in amusement.
"Well, it's effective, but she seems to need stronger stimulation."
Hector nodded, cleared his throat, then smacked Luna's butt hard again.
"Go on, you fucking bitch!"
Two hours later, they finally arrived at the mine. While Hector and Luna stood by the main building to wait, Harve ran inside to report their job
''Damn! This mine is so vast!'' Hector widened his eyes in shock as he looked around.
Countless buildings, from small to large, were built in this place. Many demon worshippers was walking here, carrying bloodstone bins.
About three minutes later, Harve returned and said,
''Let's take her to a cage under the basement. I've received orders from the commander. He'll meet her tomorrow—he's having a meeting with his superior today.''
Hector licked his lips, glancing lustfully at Luna's beautiful body.
''So… can I have a bit of fun with her?''
Harve let out a deep breath and scratched his head in tiredness.
''It's up to you. Seems the commander has no interest in royalty a lot.''
Hearing that, Luna flinched slightly. Her face turned pale, filled with desperation.
Her heartbeat seemed to stop.
However, she didn't give up. But before she could even attempt to fight back, Hector restrained her with a swift movement.
Hector smirked.
''Follow me… we'll have some night fun.''
…
''YOU BASTARD! LET ME OUT!''
Hector clicked his tongue and began dragging her toward a nearby building.
Then, a voice rang out.
''Hey, newbie… What's going on here? It's too noisy.'' A demon worshipper spoke with irritation.
Hector turned to the man, then scowled.
''It's him. Jack.''
Indeed, Hector never imagined he would meet that bastard here.
Hector bowed politely.
''Sir, this girl is my spoil.''
Jack frowned as he looked at Luna.
''She looks oddly familiar… feels like I've seen her somewhere before.''
Silence.
Hector gulped nervously.
''Never mind. Hope you have a fun night.'' Jack shrugged and walked away.
Hector bowed again, only letting out a deep breath once Jack had completely left.
***
''Buddy, your spoil is really beautiful. Would you share her with me for one night? Of course, I'll enjoy her after you.''
A demon worshipper handed Hector a cup of wine, full of sincerity.
Hector smirked, glancing at Luna, who sat motionlessly inside the cage. Then he looked back at the man.
''No, dude… we're friends. I'll let you enjoy her first.''
The demon worshipper widened his eyes in shock. He couldn't believe what Hector had just said.
He chuckled and handed Hector another cup of wine.
''Are you kidding me? No men let to miss such a beautiful girl.''
Hector shrugged and turned his attention to the bloodstone bin nearby.
''Of course, there's no such thing as free in this world. In exchange, I want you to guide me. After all, I'm just a newbie.''
The man nodded in understanding. He slung an arm over Hector's shoulder and smirked.
''Why didn't you say so sooner? I'm always the kind-hearted and enthusiastic senior.''
Hector chuckled.
''So, what's the intention behind using bloodstone?''
The man nodded, hesitating for a moment before answering.
''Well, that's a question most newbies ask. I get it.''
''But I don't have much information. Anyway, we're just low-ranking members in the demon cult.''
He added,
''We use it to summon demons—at least, that's what I saw.''
Hector scowled.
''A demon? Is that true?''
The man nodded firmly.
''For sure. I saw the summoning ritual with my own eyes.''
Hector sighed. At that moment, he understood why demons could appear in this world. In the future, many high-tier demons would show up—at least, according to what he remembered from the novel.
He continued asking a few more questions, but they were mostly useless.
Perhaps he needed to ask someone with a higher position in the demon cult.
"Thanks, bro. Now, your role here is done."
Before the man could even understand what Hector meant, a sharp knife was already driven straight into his throat.
He stared at Hector in bewilderment, shivered.
"Sorry. That girl is mine… always."
With a swift motion, Hector dragged the blade downward, slicing it clean through.
The man collapsed, writhing in agony, his blood filling the air with the metallic scent of iron.
In the end, he was dead.
Ting!
[A curse has appeared. Do you want to receive it?]
Name: The Hands of the Killer Chef
Rank: ★★
[Description]: You bastard. You've already killed hundreds of chefs across the world. Your hands are cursed by their souls. You'll never be able to cook a delicious meal—every dish you make will turn into poison, killing everyone who eats it.
Hector smirked as he glanced at system screen.
''I take it.''