Dancing with the Demons

The crisp system prompt sounded in his mind.

Standing at the end of the caved-in tunnel, Rhode smiled as he enjoyed the constant prompting of the system and checked how much experience points he gained. These demonized mercenaries brought loads of experience points. Just 15 of them earned Rhode nearly 8000 points.

"So then, only one more left," Rhode mumbled to himself as he turned around.

A blur silhouette of a human figure could be seen walking towards him.

Frank furrowed his brows.

Sharp, agonizing screams echoed in his mind. These were the screams when one would make when they experience death. The death cries of his men kept flowing into his mind one after another as they died.

He stopped in his tracks and rubbed his nose.

Frank had no idea why he rubbed his nose, but after his group of idiots went silent, he suddenly felt tranquility. The hatred, anger, intents, happiness, and even pain seemed to have disappeared.