I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

Chapter 631: Jungle Lord vs Disfigured Human? [2]

[Few Minutes Earlier]

The underground facility for the Black Distributor had a variety of rooms for different purposes.

DUM!

One for menial tasks and human resources.

DUM!

Another for statistical reports and finance.

DUM!

There were even three other rooms similar in size to the underground warehouse, placed next to each other. These three had either the purpose of storing more product or being the delivery point for all new shipments.

DUM!

But such a heavily equipped facility would later lose its purpose in the next few minutes, because—

CRASH!

—They would all be destroyed.

Crashing through a wall that was several metres thick, the Jungle Lord ended up in an entirely different room; his body covered in dust from the collapsing wall.

Crumble...

He shrugged his shoulders, removing the dust from his body.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

While cracking his neck, Jungle Lord’s eyes glowed - staring at the huge cloud of dust hovering around the area of the wall he broke through. The glowing orbs acting as his eyes seemingly narrowed, sensing something large approaching the wall on the other side.

He then took a step back instinctively—

DUM-SWISH!

—Narrowly dodging the swipe of an obscenely long arm, which had broken through and expanded his hole in the wall.

His eyes trailed the clawed hand that barely missed his body before watching as the hand—

Swoosh...!

—Swiftly retracted back into the wall, causing a powerful gust of wind to blow apart the cloud of dust, revealing one of the Salesman’s pupilless eyes, followed by a soft and disturbing sound akin to laughter.

"Kreeeh-Kehehe..."

The sound was enough to leave even a cold-hearted soldier’s spine tingling, their hearts shuddering from momentary fright. But not the Jungle Lord; instead, he heard this laughter as a form of mockery.

Jungle Lord’s eyes flashed with a dark veridian light before returning to their usual calm white colour.

He then watched as the Salesman backed away from the wall before slamming through it with its entire body, shattering the wall apart like it was glass.

And in turn, revealing the rest of its body.

The Salesman was covered in numerous deep cuts and bruises, which vanished in the blink of an eye; the severed stump that was once attached to its singular leg was now completely closed - no longer bleeding.

The work of the Salesman’s healing item.

Using its large, lengthy arms to crawl forward, the Salesman charged towards the Wendigo, dragging its chest against the ground at insane speed; the sound of its crawl was like the resounding stomps of a sprinting giant.

Jungle Lord raised both his arms in defence, emitting a strong pulse of mana, as he tried to protect himself from—

SWOOSH-BAM!

—A wide swing that sent him flying back with outlandish speed; the force was akin to being hit by a fast-moving train.

His body flung and flipped through the air, crashing—

DING! DUNG!

—And bouncing several times along his flight.

"Krehehehe!" The Salesman let out another quiet cackle with its dry voice before lunging forward, fully intent on following up with its attack.

But then, it caught a glimpse of the Jungle Lord suddenly appearing in the air, beside its head.

And before the Salesman knew it—

BAM!

—The Jungle Lord had already struck with overwhelming speed, sending its entire body hurdling through the air.

The Salesman then fell into a giant dark puddle, completely negating the damage that would’ve happened if it landed on solid ground. And thus, vanishing from the eyes.

Jungle Lord fell softly from the air, landing elegantly on his hooves without any visible damage done to his body. Just before contact, he had emitted a brief defence Mana Pulse, which reduced the majority of the damage; a technique he had learnt from the Drowned King during their inevitable battle.

This technique was also something Lillian would’ve used to avoid damage, but, unfortunately, because of her lack of experience, she couldn’t - her sudden memory deterioration played a key role in this.

Seeing that the Salesman was no longer in his sight, he activated another variant of the Mana Pulse he learnt; the sensory Mana Pulse.

With a flash of blue light, a dome of mana pulsed out of him - crossing the entire room, but finding nothing.

Except for a small puddle speeding towards him.

The Jungle Lord’s eyes glowed at the sight of this, his instincts sensing that the puddle held something dangerous within it - telling him to avoid falling into it.

And he did just that.

He took a step back, dodging as it tried to place itself beneath his feet. But then, he watched as a long, black, and furry arm shot out from it - swinging at him dangerously.

Unfortunately, the speed of the swing was too slow for the Jungle Lord.

With [Highspeed], which allowed him to more than double his original speed, the Jungle Lord vanished from his place, becoming an afterimage that was destroyed by the Salesman’s swing.

Jungle Lord later appeared behind the arm, the muscles in his hands tensing as he raised them. And with a tight grip, he clutched the Salesman’s arm.

Then, similar to how a man would rip a stubborn root from a rain-soaked earth, the Jungle Lord yanked the nightmarish creature out from the dark puddle with brutish strength.

Then, he proceeded to—

THUD!

—Slam the abomination into the ground.

And in rapid succession, he did it over and over.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The Salesman’s body was incredibly durable, allowing it to endure the harsh treatment. However, that didn’t mean what it was experiencing wasn’t making it horrifically disoriented.

THUD!

"EeEehh..."

Slammed into the ground again, the Salesman let out a strained exhale that was distorted in pitch. It then began to feel its body being scraped against the ground.

Jungle Lord began to spin fiercely, pulling the abomination’s arm and dragging the thing against the ground. After two full spins, the Jungle Lord tossed the thing towards a wall—

CRASH!

—And ultimately, causing it to crumble as another room was revealed behind it.

Crumble...

He watched as the entire wall began to crumble, the dust cascading down like a humongous waterfall. Seeing that he made some time for himself, the Jungle Lord began to roll his shoulders before—

Hop. Hop. Hop.

—Hopping on the spot and stretching his legs.

Afterwards, he leapt forward.

The Salesman, who had managed to swiftly recover and get up, pounced towards the Jungle Lord - intending to strike him out of the air - but was too slow to react to the Wendigo’s blow.

BAM!

Later on, the two engaged in a brawl - going blow for blow, as their body’s endured and regenerated at high speeds.

Their movement was blurringly fast, and their strikes ripped through both stone and metal alike with ease. The fierceness of the battle was at a point where even the average Tier 3 mage would begin to struggle processing what was going on.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Despite the Salesman’s sheer size advantage, the Jungle Lord’s strength and speed were more than enough to make up for it - allowing him to go toe-to-toe with monsters several times greater than his size.

Unfortunately, this didn’t mean that the Salesman didn’t have other means to gain advantages over the Wendigo.

Plummeting down on the Salesman’s face, the Jungle Lord later—

BAM!

—Kicked off the nightmarish creature before leaping towards a nearby wall.

He then stabbed his clawed hand into it, causing him to hang before taking a look at his current state; he was covered in wounds - painful wounds.

From shallow cuts to deep slashes, all of which bled profusely without end, even his method to regenerate wasn’t working.

A soft groan escaped his mouth as he looked up, finding the Salesman to be surrounded by a circle of shadow tendrils; each with sharp tips and edges, like blades.

This was the Salesman’s ability.

Together with the Salesman’s item and Traits, any injuries he inflicted with his shadow would lose their ability to heal or cease bleeding; this was the Salesman’s signature way of ending fights.

Having figured out the reason for his inability to heal, the Jungle Lord’s eyes flashed a dark veridian.

Although the Jungle Lord didn’t quite enjoy the feeling of pain, he needed to see if the Salesman had any more abilities besides cowardly hiding in the shadows.

Watching as the Salesman began to scale a wall parallel to him like a lizard with its two arms, the Jungle Lord readied himself as well.

Turning and twisting his body around, he raised his legs and placed his hooves against the wall behind him. Then, with his body facing the climbing abomination, he shot forward with extreme speed - gliding like a bullet.

The Salesman, sensing the Wendigo’s swift arrival, wiggled its shadow tendrils before using them to stab towards the Jungle Lord. Unfortunately, such an effort to intercept the crowned Wendigo was left ineffective, for in the next moment—

POOM!

—The Jungle Lord crashed into its lower back.

With the Wendigo’s unparalleled dexterity and speed, how could such a simple action hope to intercept him!?

"Kreehhh...!"

The Salesman bent inwards as a sharp scream escaped the creature’s lipless mouth, followed by a soft, yet very noticeable—

C-crack!

—Cracking sound of its spine.

The Jungle Lord had shattered the lower area of its spine.

Then, another resounding crack rang out as well, this time—

CRACK!

—It came from the wall.

CRASH!

Both small and large debris fell onto their rolling bodies, dust washing over them as they wrestled on the ground.

Blood from their body spilt and splashed against the ground.

BAM.

Their wounds were growing more and more severe as they tried to tear the other apart.

BAM!

With a blood-covered fist, the Jungle Lord slammed the abomination’s head into the ground before suddenly sprouting from within the numerous open wounds on his body.

Then, with meticulous control, he began to pin the vines through the Salesman’s body. First, it was through the creature’s arms, then hands, and lastly, the monster’s lidless white eyes.

And before the Salesman could even retaliate or cry out in pain, the Jungle Lord had already begun throwing an onslaught of blows.

BAM BAM BAM

His arms were as flexible as whips, lashing the Salesman’s unprotected chest with balled fists.

BAM BAM BAM

Each blow of his was like cannonballs striking the side of a pirate ship; fast and heavy.

His barrage of punches eventually sparked a burning amount of friction. By the time the Salesman could even react, the fur that was covering its chest had already long burned or ripped off - revealing its heavily bruised black skin underneath.

Rage filled its nonexistent eyes as it let out a horrifying screech.

"SKREEEEH!"

The Jungle Lord held his fists mid-throw as he suddenly found his surroundings darkening; his instincts now told him to quickly escape.

Pulling back his vines, the Jungle Lord turned to escape, but was immediately caught by the abomination’s hand.

The Salesman had a crushing grip as it dragged the Jungle Lord into the [Dark Gate], pulling them into a realm where it had the advantage.

Schwoop...!

The Wendigo instantly went blind, losing his vision amidst the deep darkness. But, he remained calm and indifferent as he broke free from the Salesman’s strong clutch.

And what followed was a bloody brawl.

With their bodies tangled, they threw blow after blow, using their fists and sharp fingers to deal damage. The Salesman continued to regenerate, while the Jungle Lord remained heavily injured - his wounds growing in numbers and severity.

The lingering disfigured human that had been swimming through the dark realm earlier had swam to join the fight, but was immediately eviscerated the moment it came in between.

They continued to fall deeper and deeper into darkness; their oxygen was nearly depleted, and they were soon about to run out. However, neither one of them attempted to break free from the other, hellbent on tearing the other first.

But that soon changed when—

KRSSCH...!

—The Jungle Lord tore off the abomination’s right arm.