The Bored Immortal

Chapter 145 - Rescue Them Or Not?

"Can you teleport us again?" Viktor asked since he found that her ability to teleport was quite handy.

The girl sighed as she shook her hand, "Unfortunately, it takes too much energy out of me, and I can only use it at most two times a day. Remember, I am just a remnant of my soul, and these abilities are not mine but granted to me by that powerful being who rescued me. It seems like they wanted me to help myself hide from the others by giving me this ability. Other than this, I don't even have the ability to fight or anything. So you will be on your own, okay?"

"That's understandable," Viktor smiled and then asked with a dry smile, "By the way...I never asked for your name."

"Oh…" The girl also only seemed to realize this now and said, "You can call me anything you want. My past does not matter anymore, nor am I truly real."

"Don't say that. Remnant or not, you are still you. Anyway, I will call you Little Ghost," Viktor said in a playful tone.

"Hey! At least you could have done away with the word 'little'," Little Ghost said in a petulant tone.

Viktor chuckled, "Why? Look at you...you are barely even taller than my chest level, and even if you are mentally almost as old as me, you still look like a teenager, not that it is a bad thing."

Viktor knew that the girl before him was anything but a child mentally, but still, he found her cute in a way and decided to call her so.

Little Ghost put her hands on her waist as she huffed, "Haa...fine. Let's go. I have no idea where to find those Fujo Clan people. Hope we don't get into worse trouble."

"Don't worry. In case it seems too much, we can always head back," Viktor said in a reassuring tone.

As the two came out of the cave and carefully began to walk outside, Little Ghost asked in a concerned tone, "Are you feeling okay now?"

Viktor said with a slight grimace, "Yeah...I mean, it's bearable for now though I can feel it getting worse bit by bit, just like you said. Let's finish this fast lest I end up in hell forever," Viktor knew he might not last for more than a few days in this place no matter how strong he was because this place tormented not only the flesh but also the soul as well and he was indeed feeling it, at least in his body for now.

But even if he had a choice to leave this place now, he wouldn't, not after knowing that his foster family and his people were being tortured in the mansion.

So he was desperate to save them, and that was why he felt that getting the help of Nyissa and the others would increase his chances of saving the others.

On the way, Viktor literally was sweating as he found the heat to be so hot as if he was standing near the sun and wondered how the lands in this place didn't melt already.

This also made him feel apprehensive about how bad it would be after spending a few days here.

*Clang! Clang!"

Soon the two heard the sound of metal clashing with each other and recognized those metals to be weapons based on the sound coming from another side of the shore.

Viktor and Little Ghost followed the sound, and right when the shore came into their sight, they saw Ayana and three others bitterly fighting off the Ranars who seemed to be surrounding them from all sides.

Viktor didn't see Nyissa and saw that the two of her people had already fallen after seeing their corpses lying near Ayana and the others.

"Strange...where is that Nyissa woman? Did she get summoned somewhere else because she is the strongest of them all?" Little Ghost said in a thoughtful tone in Viktor's mind.

"Might be the case," Viktor also found that reasoning to be probable, and this only made him feel more confident since this meant that the Abominable Fiend was wary of the Fujo Clan, especially Nyissa.

"So...are we helping them or not? I know you and that Ayana girl had a small quarrel but would she be open-minded enough to repay you if we save her and her people?" Little Ghost said while calculating alternatives in her mind since she knew Viktor could only risk so much since he was the only one who had the best chance of ending this all.

Hesitation flashed across Viktor's eyes as he continued to observe Ayana and the others fighting the Ranars, who were dressed in garments and armors of a soldier.

He also saw how Ayana was the one dealing the most damage by using her long, curved, and single-edged sword, which was blazing with a mystical black flame which he had no idea what it was.

As for her people, they were simply using their weapons though they seemed to possess superhuman strength by seeing how they were even able to stand toe-to-toe with the Ranars before them.

Now he was sure that the Fujo Clan were far from an ordinary clan and that their background was far more mysterious.

Still, the number of Ranars was far too many for this small group of four people to handle, and even Ayana was having her hands full while her people were suffering more and more injuries.

"Let's help them," Viktor said as his crimson eyes shone with battle intent, his nails elongating to form into sharp claws before he finally stepped out of the barren woods and into the sandy area where he saw at least twenty Ranars surrounding Ayana and the others.

"Be careful!" Little Ghost worriedly said and felt that maybe this was for the best since she knew Viktor had to gain some experience fighting evil spirits before he could take on the more powerful ones.

"Hey!" Viktor shouted to attract the attention of the Ranars, and indeed it worked as all of the Ranars suddenly turned around, and upon seeing Viktor, the black mist emanating from them intensified as if they found their most hated enemy and rushed towards him much to the astonishment of Ayana and the others.

Ayana was shocked to see him here since she thought only her people were pulled to this hell and not civilians. Because of her stupefied state, she even forgot about the fact that she kicked him, and any ordinary human would be unable to walk for a while at least.

But seeing all these Ranars ignoring her and her friends, she felt her body lighten up as she kneeled on the ground and immediately attended to the injuries of her friends while feeling her heart tighten at the sight of those two corpses on the ground.

Viktor wished he had a weapon to fight but seeing the weapons in the hands of the Ranars, he thought of taking one from them and using it against them.

"HARGHHH!!" One of the Ranars rushed at Viktor like a wild beast, trying to swing his ax wildly at him.

Viktor scoffed and raised his hand to grab the ax by its handle and used the Ranar's momentum to twist the ax around and sever its own head.

He then wrung out the ax from its hand and charged forward to take care of the other Ranars.

But suddenly, he felt a strong pair of hands grabbing his legs, slowing him down and almost tripping him only to turn around and see that the Ranar he had just beheaded had its head regrowing back at a rapid rate as it got up to strangle him.

"What the hell…" Viktor couldn't understand how this thing could have its whole head regenerate so fast and wondered if it had some regenerative ability like his own or whether it was because these things were already dead.

Still, he reacted swiftly and swung the ax towards its head to behead it again, hoping that there was a limit to how many times it could regenerate.

*Slishh!*

He severed its head, but he didn't know whether to be surprised or not to see its head growing back again, making him grimace.

"HAAARGGHH!!"

The Ranars from behind wasn't going to give Viktor the time to think and attacked him from behind.

Viktor turned around to deal with the Ranars behind him, but he couldn't avoid one of their attacks because of the Ranar he was preoccupied with before.

"Ugh!"

The Ranar, who was able to successfully land an attack on Viktor, had a sword, and Viktor grunted as he felt its sword blade piercing into his shoulder though only by an inch, making his eyes widen in surprise because their strength was beyond his expectations and the blade of the sword didn't seem ordinary as well.

But he didn't let his surprise slow him down and immediately grabbed its sword and severed its neck.

'I have to end this quickly!'