Chapter 66
He narrowed his eyes as he closely observed the dead demon in detail.
It was now bleeding a darker version of normal human's red blood.
It smelled pungent just like sulfur, the smell of rotten eggs to be specific.
He moved closer and carefully eyed the dull-looking scales on its back.
'I would like to have them, but I don't have the tools necessary for it to be extracted…'
He pondered with a thoughtful look on his face; he was sure that there were some places in the clan market that bought and sold demon parts for a good price.
If he managed to gather some of the demon parts, he could later sell them and solve the money problem temporarily too.
But unfortunately, he did not have any experience in butchering demons or extracting valuable parts…
Neither did he have any tools for that purpose at the moment; his bag space was limited, and he didn't want to be restricted at the test entrance for carrying too much stuff.
He sighed and looked ahead at the dense bushes; if he did not handle the corpse of this demon soon, then the blood and smell would attract other predators nearby and that would turn into a huge problem for him too.
"It's a demon that is lower than a minor-rank demon, it's weak and has not even formed a proper core, it's useless in all aspects apart from its body parts."
He said to himself as he started to drag the corpse to the side.
"It's a demon that is lower than a minor-rank demon, it's weak and has not even formed a proper core, it's useless in all aspects apart from its body parts."
He said to himself as he started to drag the corpse to the side.
As for the blood, to cover the blood, he used nearby materials such as dirt, leaves, and rocks.
He would have preferred if there were water or fire available to completely erase, but for now, there was neither so he could only mask the scent using fragrant flora nearby and reduce the visibility.
Now onto the corpse, he dragged the corpse with him to some considerable distance from the scene; he could dig a shallow grave for the demon, but it was too much effort and a waste of energy.
Since burying the demon was out of options, he used the heavy rock debris and branches and leaves to camouflage it and minimize the scent.
This reduced the likelihood of attracting predators and demons to their vicinity.
'Fuck, I have the mind of a killer!'
He could not help but secretly exclaim at how proficient he was for his first kill…
His brain worked many ways out to hide the corpse and blood… was he always this dark?
He shook his head to rid of such thoughts and focused onto other things.
It was time to hunt more and more demons.
Oliver did not stop and went around carefully with his hand holding the rapier tightly; his senses were on alert for any potential sneak attacks from a demon or another contestant.
He was vigilant at the same time ambitious to hunt a good demon to get into ranking and obtain the fruitful reward from the clan.
The rewards were quite good, and he was tempted to get his hands on one.
Screech!
In the dim light of the forests, he saw another creature, malicious intent radiating openly, its form was small and wiry, hunched over as if burdened by its own existence.
Its skin was colored in a sickly shade of gray, stretched taut over bony limbs, each joint protruding sharply like jagged rocks.
Looking at the demon's gaunt face, he felt the demon sneer, its lips curled back revealing rows of needle-like teeth, stained with the essence of its prey.
Sunken eyes, glowing in the dark… the gaze was filled with a hunger born of desperation.
And to finish it off, there was a garden of twisted horns fixed on its head, small yet sharp.
'Infernal lineage… a Vexlar.'
Oliver pointed his rapier forward as he directly attacked the demon head-on.
This demon although only had power only a fraction of its greater kin, it was a cunning but coward demon that would flee once it faced an opponent stronger than itself.
Grr...
With a snarl, the demon, though smaller and weaker than others of its kind, leaped at him with surprising speed.
Its claws shone in the dim light but Oliver was unmoving and did not move, acting as an unbreakable fortress for the small demon—intending to show the difference in power.
The demon pounced; its claws were slashing at air with ferocity.
Oliver stepped back, narrowly avoiding the deadly attacks, aggravating the demon with annoyance.
With a swift thrust, he aimed at the demon's abdomen.
Swish!
His rapier sliced through the air like a viper striking forth.
The demon twisted, narrowly avoiding the blow, but he had expected it.
His movement was fluid as he kept attacking from all directions.
As the demon lunged at him again, Oliver moved his body and bent, his body especially flexible after all the training.
With a parry, he directed the demon's attack toward itself—leaving it off balance and highly vulnerable.
Crunch! Screech!
Seizing the golden chance, he struck as his rapier hit the mark with a satisfying crunch.
The demon howled in pain as it hurriedly recoiled, its form flickering in the dim light before slowly disappearing into a cloud of noxious ashes—an indication of the demon's infernal lineage.
With a small grin on his face, he looked at the pile of ashes; it was convenient that he would not have to clean up the corpse and blood for this demon.
He made sure to deliberately annoy the demon before so that it would not try to escape and keep attacking him and slowly used its own attacks to finish it off.
Another battle won!
The efforts he had put and the rewards from the system together were finally showing fruits.
Handling demons of this level was easy for him; he felt more confident in fighting against a minor-level demon now.
'This demon's ashes are used in making alchemical creations and should sell for some money in the clan's market... but where do I keep them?'
He pondered as he looked at the small pile of ashes before him.