Chapter 21- Boiling the meat!

"What- What do you mean?!" Jamaal stuttered, looking back at the cackling thief with slight fear.

"Do you think I'm dumb enough to attack you without putting a barrier up?" He laughed, walking towards the boy quite calmly.

"I..." He didn't know how to answer, only feeling dread, death was coming, scythe ready to chop off his head.

"Ah well, you're only a kid, what can I expect." The elderly male let out a toothy grin as he brought out his bloody bone dagger.

"I guess it's time for the chopping of the meat! HAHA!" The dagger twisted and span around the man's hand in a series of acrobatic freestyle tricks. The causer of these tricks continuing to grin with lust. Bloodlust.

"Boil the meat. Chop the meat. Then clean out the blood from the meat. Then cook the meat!" The figure hummed, the fast-hitting, harsh rain erupting with roaring, furious thunder as purple lightning danced and pranced around in the clouds high above, glaring down below.

By now, Jamaal was utterly soaked and caked in dirt. Muddy water dripping from his body and his hair, forming a deep puddle of disgustingness.

"Crash!" Lightning was sent down upon the boy, one billion volts charged in a single bolt, electrifying the entire body as he shuddered and spasmed, scorching him through and through. A smokey, burnt meat smell erupting from the boy's body as his mouth began to foam up. It felt like pins and needles had covered his entire body and had his body had just turned up the sensitivity a couple of seconds before-hand.

"AHHHH!" He cried out, collapsing onto the ground as everything began to turn purple and black, his mind turning blank from the immensity of the pain.

Inwardly, his blood was boiling, fizzing, popping. His veins swelled as they looked like they were about to explode.

"GODDAMNIT!"

He cried out once more, stinging tears forming at the edges of his reddening eyes as he was overcome in bathing, raging purplish light.

The light he was covered with; crackling as sparks seemed to fly out every so often.

Meanwhile, among all this, the wrinkled male danced around, cheering as he saw everything.

"Boiling the meat! Boiling the meat!" He cried out continuously in an excited tone while he moved around the human that was laying on the floor in severe pain.

To the teen, everything felt hot. He felt like he was going to die.

[-10 health points...]

Every few seconds, this notification would appear, Jamaal's health bar decreasing quickly. However, the effects of the lightning bolt seemed to slowly dissipate too, making the decrease of hp lessen in severity and time.

[-5 health points...]

[-2 health points...]

It wasn't as if the lightning hadn't dealt enough pain and suffering to him. It had done a lot of pain and suffering. So much pain. The proof of this was his charred, bleeding body and his health bar which read:

[30 HP]

The boy let out sharp, painful breaths, his lungs feeling like they were stabbed with a thousand shards of glass as he coughed out some blood in between breaths. The lightning's effect's gradually fading as the light began to come through his closed eyes.

However, throughout all this, entering into Jamaal's ears were the man's singing and humming. As a ritual, he continued to prance around with his dagger.

As all this was going on, an idea sprouted out, something that could perhaps save him from dying.

"Hey, Syst-System?" With much struggle, Jamaal managed to contact the System.

[Host?]

"Can I enter the Training World like this? And does time continue forward here while I'm there?" He asked as quickly as possible, a searing pain hitting him, causing him to almost blackout.

[You can, however, if your opponent has set up a barrier to prevent something like this... Then it will not work. That is, however, doubtful though considering how relaxed he is, meaning you should be able to take advantage of his underestimating mind.]

"Then... Then do it." He breathed in and out once more as he turned his head slightly to glance at the crazy man.

[Complying...]

Everything fragmented as quickly green grass appeared. That was the final thing the teen saw as he blacked out, his charred, blackened body relaxing.

[Cannibalistic Old Man's POV]

My ritualistic dancing immediately stopping, thus causing the process that I had been doing to come to a sudden end.

The meat had disappeared. This thought hit me almost instantly, causing me to clench my few strands of long hair tightly and pull as I screamed in anger.

My lunch had disappeared, after so much. What was I going to do now? I don't want to go hungry so, now I will have to find other prey. I will eat other prey.

Although this loss had caused me to lose much and had also angered me greatly. There were far too many other fishes in this ocean currently for me to be bothered after all.