God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World!

Chapter 521: The Dojo

These were trained killers. Men and women who had lived off fear for years. Yet at that moment, every one of them looked like prey standing before something they could not understand, much less fight.

Johnny’s body had already dropped, but the shock on his face remained. His eyes were still slightly open, and even in death it was obvious he had not believed he could be killed so quickly.

One of the men nearest to the wall let his blade slip from his hand. The weapon hit the ground with a light clatter that sounded too loud in the hall.

Another woman stumbled back and raised both hands. "Wait," she said quickly, her breathing uneven. "We surrender."

That broke the rest.

More weapons dropped. Steel hit stone one after another while several of them stepped away from Gabriel and pressed themselves harder against the walls. Some lowered their heads. Others stared at him with pale faces and trembling mouths.

A man with a cut on his cheek swallowed and spoke with shaking lips. "Please spare us. We will leave. We will change. I swear we will not kill anyone again."

Another nodded so fast it looked painful. "He is right. We will disappear. We will not touch players. We will not touch anyone. Just let us go."

Gabriel looked at them without expression.

Blood slid from the edge of his swords and dripped onto the ground between them. The hall smelled of iron, dust, and the heat rising from deeper below.

"I will give you a choice," Gabriel said calmly.

The eyes of the others lit up when they heard this, but the next words made their faces darken.

"Kill yourselves," he said. "Or I do it myself."

That answer made a few of them flinch as if they had been struck.

The woman who spoke earlier stared at him in disbelief. "You cannot be serious."

Gabriel’s face did not change. He was completely serious.

A man near the rear cursed under his breath and gripped his dagger tighter, though he still did not raise it. In his heart, fear and rage mixed together. He had begged. He had dropped his weapon. This monster still wanted him dead.

Another thought the same and instantly hated Gabriel for it. If death was coming either way, then begging had only humiliated him for nothing.

None of them moved. They hesitated because killing others was easier than killing themselves. Their hands trembled, but not one of them had the courage to turn the blade inward.

Gabriel began counting without warning.

"Three."

"Huh, why is he counting?"

"This bastard, he is really serious!"

"Two."

One man lifted his dagger halfway, his hand shaking badly. He could not finish it.

"One."

"Go to hell," a woman spat, tears in her eyes. "You think you are better than us?"

"Zero," Gabriel concluded.

As the words left his mouth, a bloodbath began once again.

Gabriel blurred forward. The first man’s chest split open before he even realized the count had ended. A second slash cut the woman beside him across the stomach and neck, sending her body into the wall behind her.

A third assassin tried to run down the side path. Gabriel’s sword flashed once, and the man was cut from shoulder to waist in a single line. His body slid apart as it hit the floor.

The rest finally broke. The little restraint they had left disappeared. Some screamed and rushed him in desperation. Some tried to flee. One dropped to his knees and covered his head, only for Gabriel’s blade to pass cleanly through him and into the stone beneath.

Blood spread across the hall in quick waves. The floor became slick. Bodies hit the ground one after another while the heat from below rose through the corridor and mixed with the smell of fresh death.

One assassin threw three hidden knives.

Gabriel turned his shoulder, let two pass, caught the third with his fingers, and buried it back into the man’s eye. Before the body dropped, Gabriel had already stepped past it and cut down the two behind him.

A woman with twin hooks lunged from the left wall.

Clang.

His sword met hers once and shattered both weapons. The return slash took off her arms at the elbow. A kick to the chest followed and crushed her against the stone so hard she folded there before sliding down.

Another tried to crawl away through the blood.

Gabriel stepped on the back of his neck and ended it with one clean thrust.

When the last body stopped moving, the hallway finally fell quiet.

Blood was everywhere. It filled the cracks between the stones. It gathered in dark pools beneath the walls. It ran around Johnny’s fallen head and mixed with the other bodies until the ground looked almost black under the torchlight.

Gabriel stood in the middle of it and looked around once.

Near Johnny’s corpse, the thin blade still lay where it had fallen. He bent, picked it up, and turned it once in his fingers.

The weapon was lighter than he expected. Too light and narrow. He made two short slashes with it, testing the balance and the way it cut through the air.

"It is annoying to use," he muttered.

Even he found it difficult to control properly. The blade demanded a style that valued precision over force, and that was not his way.

He stored it anyway. There was someone he knew who could use this sword very well.

After that, he continued walking. His boots moved through the blood with soft sounds, and his footsteps echoed down the deeper path. The torches along the walls burned lower here, and their light flickered slightly as if reacting to the heat coming from below.

It grew hotter the farther he went.

Gabriel felt it clearly, but he could bear it without issue. Even so, he knew weaker people would not last long walking through this section of the base.

In order to find his way, he spread his perception. It did not take long before he sensed something, and a faint frown touched his face.

Something down there was not what he expected to find. He did not say anything, and he did not slow down, but his attention sharpened as he continued deeper.

Some time later, Gabriel reached the deepest part of the base. The path ended in a large dojo built in an old Japanese style. Flame torches lined the walls, and the heat in that place was stronger than anywhere above, almost as if one was inside a hot oven.

In the center of the dojo sat a large man in a lotus position.