The Extra's Harem In Dead End Game

Chapter 84: The Human Hunter [1]

Meanwhile, Kamian and Anette, who had finally come to their senses, hurriedly ran behind me.

"…Wh-what on earth is going on?" Anette still seemed unable to grasp the situation.

"Damn, was she the enemy?" Kamian bit his lip and prepared for battle.

But the thing is, this woman was not someone the three of us could handle right now. She was not just any vampire but a high-ranking one.

'The Human Hunter' Riel.

That was the identity of this woman.

"It doesn't matter. Too easy prey is also boring. The most fun is to watch them struggle desperately to live until the end."

Riel licked the tips of her nails with a strange smile.

"Try if you can." I provoked her to the end. I could do so because I knew exactly how things would unfold from here.

"Ahaha, you really are an interesting human." She laughed and then crouched low, ready to pounce on her prey again.

If she attacked now, we would be annihilated in no time.

"I'll savor every last drop of your blood."

Thump.

The very moment Riel kicked off the ground to shadow us—

Tatatatat!

The sound of a considerable number of people running could be heard. The noise quickly approached.

"Tsk."

Riel clicked her tongue as if disappointed. Soon, the group appeared in the square. A group of humans thoroughly armed with military weapons. There seemed to be almost twenty of them.

"Human hunters!"

"There are zombies too!"

"Damn, did the rookies get caught up in this? But it seems we're not too late." They swiftly approached us.

Riel shook her head in annoyance.

"Ah, this is irritating. Well, see you next time. You can't leave here anyway."

She flung her body and disappeared through an entrance that had been opened on the other side.

"Grrr!"

The dumbfounded zombies also began to move again, following her through the entrance she had disappeared through.

We were completely out of danger.

But Anette seemed more concerned about the last words Riel had uttered than feeling relieved.

"We can't leave here anyway… What does that mean?"

"It must be nonsense."

Kamian dismissed it. He had the attitude that there was no point in worrying about the words of an undead who had been playing dirty tricks.

Meanwhile, the group of humans reached us. Among them, a hairy middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader spoke up.

"Hey, you rookies! It might be confusing, but listen carefully to what I'm about to say. If you want to live even a little longer, that is."

The hairy middle-aged man introduced himself as Gwen. Then he began to explain in a stern and powerful voice.

A rather lengthy explanation.

To summarize briefly:

They don't know who created this place, when, or with what intention. Judging by the state of the structures, it's certain they were made a very long time ago.

The most important thing is that this underground space is extremely dangerous. The residents of this underground space can be divided into three categories:

Humans, undead monsters.

They form groups among themselves and live their lives. Each group is hostile to all other groups. There is no such thing as a friendly relationship.

The hostility is so extreme that killings happen frequently.

They don't know when humans started getting involved in this place.

But it's been at least 50 years if the memory of the person who got involved first among the 10th-floor human residents is correct.

They call the newly involved humans 'rookies.' They are precious forces. Because the only way to replenish their forces, even if they lose them, is through fallen rookies.

Gwen paused for a moment. He seemed to be thirsty. He opened his water pouch and gulped down his thirst.

Even from the explanation so far, Kamian and Anette seemed to be in shock.

It would be stranger if they weren't. Kamian seemed to think for a moment and then asked, puzzled.

"Something's strange. Why do people just wait to get involved? Don't tell me there's no exit?"

"There is an exit."

Anette sighed in relief at Gwen's words. A glimmer of relief also flashed across Kamian's face.

But.

"But you can't leave."

Gwen uttered it as if pronouncing a death sentence.

"Ah…"

Anette's face became anxious again.

Kamian bit his lip once and asked.

"Why can't we leave?"

"Because you die. Anyone who leaves will surely die."

"I can't believe it. How can you know the life and death of someone who has already left from here?"

"The neck. The severed neck of the person who leaves falls within less than 10 seconds. It's always been like that. Without exception."

"That's impossible…!" Kamian tried to deny it. That would be the natural feeling of a person.

However.

"It's true. Everyone here has experienced it clearly."

When even the old man behind Gwen said so, they had no choice but to believe it.

"Damn, this situation…"

Kamian, with his head hung low, was lost in despair.

Anette, with her eyes closed, was trembling all over.

I felt pity for them and considered telling them the truth, but decided it wasn't the right time yet.

The real quest hadn't even started.

[ The Hidden Side of the Holy City (Contact with the Human Group) You have made contact with a group of living humans in a secret underground space.

However, they are losing strength day by day and have even had their food source taken away. If things continue like this, only the fate of destruction awaits them.

You can make various choices. You can leave them alone, help them fight the undead, or fight monsters. There are also other choices. Of course, what you choose is up to you. But your choice will definitely lead to some result.]

'I threw a big fishhook,' I thought as I looked at the quest text that appeared before me.

Regardless of what happened before, one of the choices in this text is… …certain death. Because no matter what, you will encounter an enemy in Chapter 2 that you can't handle.

'The human hunter is that guy's henchman.'

The human hunter Riel is not originally a resident of the 10th floor. She's a resident of the much deeper 13th floor. And the ruler who divides that 13th floor, that ruler is the master Riel serves.