Demon Lord's Reincarnation

Chapter 1046: Strugglers II

My conversation with Mimi was suddenly cut off by Jared screaming into my ear and pushing the tablet right into my face, but it was for a very valid reason. The first one was to make Mr. Crisologo suffer and the other was—even if we were successful or not—to get the info and the dirt he had on his so-called friends.

Because it was as Mr. Garciano stated: Mr. Crisologo referred to them as his 'friends' but it was more like people who owed him a lot of money and favors.

Sure, getting some dirt on his aces could help me establish a much better connection with them if we ever cross paths but I already have my own ways and I'll only lead by fear if it was the final choice.

But yeah, it seemed like Mr. Crisologo was already suffering since he ripped his right arm off the strong adhesive but he had to do it a few more times so he could free himself of the restraints.

He was the type of person not to easily give up but one other reason he was fighting for his life was because I "forgot" to take out the knife I stabbed into Bordz's chest and I was 100% sure that was the thing he was going for.

Fighting us off and the rest of our battalion wasn't even in his mind because right now, his current goal was to rip himself off the wall and obtain the knife he could somehow reposition from Bordz's chest to Bordz's head.

And going back to Jared's recent question, the reason Bordz moved earlier, as Mr. Crisologo stated, was due to his body shutting down from getting stabbed, and right now, we were in the waiting game that could take from a few minutes to hours—and in some cases—even days for actual zombification to occur.

This was the critical moment Mr. Crisologo was betting on because he'd take on bleeding out rather than getting eaten alive. Granted he'd bleed out all the same, but strugglers like him had a rather machismo way of driving off into the sunset.

But yeah, it didn't take long before we saw another twitch from Bordz which Mr. Crisologo definitely saw, and that gave him no choice but to rock his body back and forth, to attempt to rip half his skin off like the most fucked up version of the term ripping the bandaid off.

"Wait a second. Why's there no sound—"

"Fuck! There's sound?! I was saving the battery and muted everything— Here we go!"

"..."

And there we went as we watched Mr. Crisologo with sounds but for some reason, we could just peek through the small slits in the window but we didn't.

In any case, ignoring how completely soundproof that room was now compared to back them, we watched Mr. Crisologo successfully give himself a receding headline that started from the back of his head but he still kept screaming curses and unintelligible words as he kept trying to shake himself loose.

[YOU FUCK! I'LL CURSE YOU, YOU FUCK! ONCE I'M OUT OF THIS I'LL— AHHHHHHHHHH! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU FUCK! HE MOVED! HE MOVED!

CAN'T YOU ALL FUCKING SEE THAT?! HOW IS THIS AN INTERROGATION?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BEAT ME UP AND ASK QUESTIONS! HOW FUCKED UP ARE YA?! GET BACK HERE A-AND I'LL— AHHHH! SHIT!

FUCK! CUNT! BITCH! ASS! SHIT! I'LL MURDER ALL OF YOU ONCE I— FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!]

As he filled every restaurant's swear jar, he managed to tear half of his back off the wall but the pain he received became a little too much to bear. It was because I used most of the adhesive on his back while I was still trying to mount him up the wall.

His arms, legs, and head were the easiest ones after I completely glued his back and he'd be lucky if he just ripped off his skin without a bit of meat coming off with it.

But right at that moment, Bordz let out this noise as if he were choking on his blood before he completely rolled off the table.

It definitely gave Mr. Crisologo the second wind he desperately needed because, but instead of rocking himself forward once again, he twisted his body inward to release his right leg before screaming at the top of his lungs:

[AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SHIIIIT! I'LL— FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! STAY DOWN THERE YOU LITTLE BITCH OR I'LL— AHHHHHHHHH!!!]

And at that point, he tried to free his left arm but his incessant shouting not only drained his energy but somehow woke up Bordz who should've been pressing the snooze button due to the meds running through his system but he was already dead so that statement was probably moot at this point.

However, right as Mr. Crisologo freed his left arm was when Bordz finally rose to his feet before violently twisting his neck to find where the noise was coming from.

It didn't take long before he started hobbling in Mr. Crisologo's direction while Mr. Crisologo was still mounted on the wall.

[STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY, I SAID! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU— I'LL GET THE FUCK— FUCK YOU!]

By some stroke of luck, or this bitch losing one of his nine lives, Mr. Crisologo managed to push him off with his free foot as Bordz tried to bite his cock off. I didn't mean for it to be that way but it was just the perfect height and zombies can't be choosers in which part they should be chomping on.

But yeah, a gentle push with a foot wouldn't kill an undead so Mr. Crisologo had to luck out several times by pushing at just the right moment while trying to free himself, but at his third kick, he landed a critical hit that made Bordz tumble back and loose his footing while he suddenly plopped on the floor with almost all the skin from his back ripped clean off.

We couldn't imagine how much he was bleeding due to the positioning of the camera but even Mr. Crisologo couldn't give much of a fuck because now he actually had the chance to survive.

[COME YOU FUCK! COME! I'LL BEAT YOUR FUCKING UGLY-ASS FACE BEFORE I FEED YOU TO THAT FUCKING IMBECILE! COME ON!]

And using the table to his advantage, Mr. Crisologo had to run around a few times before he was in the right position to push it the right way to make Bordz fall flat on his ass, giving him just the right time to get the knife and have his way with his head.

He never looked so happy while wearing a maniacal smile and I could clearly see his gaze land on the door as he gripped the knife so fucking hard.

Adrenaline was definitely pumping through his veins right now because he really looked like he had the confidence to come out of this thing alive but I guess he wasn't able to see to how still deep of a shit he was in because even I had a very small chance of coming out of this alive if I were in his shoes.

Because I simply made my way to the window and threw in a flashbang.

[FUCK—]