Cheat Awakening

Chapter 495. Whispers of The Help

Myne stared at the girl before him briefly before pulling out a blanket. He draped it over her and then moved towards the copper statues because the disgusting smell that spread throughout the room was coming from them.

"This Edward guy character seemed far more complex than his information suggested. There was no mention of him being a psychopath, yet his room painted a completely different picture. And those spies – the ones who could discern a person's live actions – don't have this kind of important information which anyone could get just by seeing his room..."

"Things were getting more complicated than I expected. What were those statues, anyway? Is that a latch?" Dumbfounded by the rapid turn of events, Myne asked himself as he came behind both statues. He saw latches on both backs and realized they could be opened from the rear.

"This can't be what I think it is," He muttered, his expression utterly disgusted as he backed away from the statues.

"I'm going to regret this for the rest of my life," Myne said in a choked voice. But for humanity – and his bottomless pit of curiosity – he used his skill and opened the bronze statues. Well, technically, he was trying to save the people inside, of course, he is a good guy.

As the latches clicked open, a horrific stench, potent enough to send someone fleeing for miles, erupted from the gap. It was followed by a wave of scorching steam. With a bang, both statues flung open, and two bodies tumbled to the ground. Even Myne, who had spent months dealing with zombies like undead and other unpleasant things, felt a wave of nausea.

The flesh of both bodies was severely burned, charred black. Their skin was blistered, cracked, and peeling from the extreme heat. Hair had been completely incinerated in places, leaving them with areas of extreme baldness, a fact they were obviously in no condition to care about now.

The bodies were frozen in the contorted positions of the statues, their faces etched with expressions of utter horror. It was not a sight anyone would want to experience.

Limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, most likely due to the heat's effect on their muscles and tendons, or perhaps from their desperate struggle to escape. Their eye sockets were empty with only darkness inside as if they had been gouged out before being stuffed into the statues, a chilling tactic to maintain the element of surprise.

There were no signs of their clothes on their bodies; only charred remnants clung to their bodies.

The smell of burnt flesh and hair, already overwhelming, escalated to a whole new level, inducing intense nausea and revulsion in anyone who dared to breathe.

"F*ck, this is disgusting," Myne said as he opened a big portal under both burnt corpses and the copper statues, throwing them randomly somewhere in a desolate place. Then he opened the window and let fresh air enter the room.

"Now it feels better..."

Creek!

However, before Myne could reply, a small voice piped up from behind them, and a small hand touched Drakthor's shoulder.

"H...e...l...p..."

"AHHHHH!!!"

"F*CK!"

Both Myne and Drakthor screamed and bolted away at lightning speed. After putting some distance between themselves and the source of the sound, they turned around to see who was behind them, and saw a young girl, without clothes, with an extremely pained expression as if she would collapse any moment.

She stood where they had been a moment ago, looking at them with pleading eyes, whispering, "Help, help." nonstop.

Myne recognized her as the girl he had found sleeping on the bed, the one he'd covered with a blanket. He hadn't expected her to wake up so soon. Based on her state, he'd assumed she was unconscious.

"Did you just scream like a little girl in a 50+ year-old man's body?"

After seeing that it wasn't the ghost of a poor soul who had died, Myne breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to Drakthor, who had also calmed down and was walking towards him and couldn't help but ask with a playful smirk.

"Cough, cough. What are you talking about? You must have heard wrong. How could I, the great demon from hell, be scared? I was merely surprised by her sudden appearance and touch. It's a normal reaction," Drakthor said calmly, his face devoid of any shame.

His skill in lying was also very high.

"You know, it's because of demons like you that people now take them so lightly that any random guy can summon them to do their uselss work. Compared to the demons in stories, where people would wet their pants just hearing their name, you, however, are a mockery of that reputation."

"Tsk, scared by a little girl. What a coward. You truly deserve to be bullied by that old man. No wonder you fear that your wife will cheat on you while you're away. With your personality, even if you stand behind her, I don't think you can stop a really tough guy from having fun with her.

Believe me, it's only a matter of time before you turn single again," Myne didn't hesitate at all and bluntly scolded Drakthor. After all, his wife was also a demon, and he really couldn't stand an idiot ruining her race's reputation right before him.