Chapter 122: CH 122: What I could do

Chapter 122: CH 122: What I could doWhen Dave had set out for the factory, he had given specific instructions to one of his hybrids. "When the women wake up, inform them that I’ll be arriving soon," he had said. "Tell them to wait for me and not to go anywhere." But now, as he arrived at the scene in the evening, his eyes scanned the area only to find it deserted. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks - the two women were gone. Dave’s gaze narrowed as he assessed the situation. The absence of the women was not the only thing that caught his attention; the hybrid he had placed to protect them was also nowhere to be seen. A hybrid of King tier, formidable and powerful, and yet it had been taken out or captured. This revelation spoke volumes about the strength and capabilities of his opponent, someone he suspected to have beast-taming abilities similar to his own. Despite the anger and concern simmering within him, Dave’s expression remained calm and collected. He knew the location of the girls; his system provided him with that information readily. He could summon his hybrid if he wanted to, but he chose not to. Not yet, at least. A system tab had appeared above his face, showing him every information about the three men that was before him. [Name: Peter Swellis] [Power: Beast Taming Lvl 2] [Can tame basic and intermediate beasts (three at most)] [Name: Kurt Holland] [Power: Beast Taming Lvl 1] [Can tame only basic beast (one at most)] [Name: Jeff Greybeard] [Power: Beast Taming Lvl 2] [Can tame basic and intermediate tier beasts (three at most)] [They are all under the command of their leader, whose name is Kim Hoon] Although the three men were wearing traditional Korean clothing, they weren’t Korean. It was their leader that originates from Korea, and maybe he had instructed them all to put on the same clothing as him. But anyhow, Dave was still going to go after him. For now, his plan was to deal with these three men before him. They had almost killed him, using the beasts they tamed, so he would show them what their arrogance and foolishness would bring upon them. ’I’m going to show you what I’m capable of doing!’ With a cold smile, Dave focused his attention back on the men, his eyes glinting with a promise of retribution. The air seemed to grow heavier, anticipation hanging in the air as Dave prepared to demonstrate his power. And right at the moment, from the thin air, beasts started to appear as they dropped to the ground with a soft thud. They were the dead beasts that he kept in his void space, and about fifty of them had been summoned out of it. The air was filled with the sound of rustling fur and the heavy impact of paws on the earth. Fifty beasts surrounded Dave, their eyes fixed on the target before them. The initial five beasts, once tamed by the three men, stood among the others, their loyalty now solely devoted to Dave. The three men watched in horror, their mouths agape as they struggled to comprehend the sheer scale of Dave’s power. They stumbled backward, their eyes wide with terror, as the reality of their situation dawned on them. The sheer number of beasts Dave controlled was overwhelming, and they couldn’t fathom how he managed to tame such a large number of creatures. As the beasts closed in, the men’s fear turned into desperation. After seeing what he could do, they were more than convinced that he was a god. Without needing to be told, they dropped to their knees, bowing down to Dave in a gesture of supplication. "We’re so sorry for not recognizing you sooner, please spare us," they begged in unison, their voices trembling with fear. Dave’s expression remained stern, his tone laced with anger. "I should spare you? After you almost killed me? If I had been an ordinary, powerless human, is this how you’d let those beasts jump at me and kill me?" The men’s heads bobbed slightly as they bowed deeper, their voices rising in a desperate plea. "We’re so sorry for attacking you. We have committed a great sin, please punish us!" A smirk spread across Dave’s face, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, since you’ve said it, then I’ll punish you like you said." The men’s faces paled, and they scrambled to clarify, "No, we don’t mean it like that. Please spare us. We’re only just trying to be humble, please don’t punish us!" They begged again, their voices rising in a frantic pitch. Dave’s expression turned skeptical, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "So, I should just let you go, scot-free, like nothing happened?" The men hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Their silence was palpable, and Dave’s smirk grew wider. "Alright, then I’ll deal with you in an appropriate way." Dave reached into his void space and pulled out a sturdy rope, its texture rough and imposing. With a few swift motions, he tied the rope to the massive bear-like beast beside him, an intermediate tier beast that towered over its normal counterparts. The rope was secured in three places, forming a makeshift harness that seemed both functional and menacing. After securing the ropes into three places, Dave then turn to face the three men kneeling on the ground. "Come closer." He said with a straight, and commanding tone. The three men hesitated, their eyes darting nervously between Dave and the beast. But before they could protest, a low, menacing growl emanated from one of the nearby undead beasts, its eyes fixed intently on them. The growl was a stark reminder of Dave’s control over these creatures, and the men quickly complied, shuffling over to Dave’s side with a mixture of fear and reluctance. As they drew closer to Dave, they felt an almost palpable pressure, an invisible aura that seemed to suffocate them without laying a hand on them. It was a sensation that made their skin crawl, a feeling of being in the presence of something much greater than themselves. Despite their fear, they knew they had no choice but to follow Dave’s instructions. "Tie yourselves up with the rope," Dave commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. The men nodded hastily, their hands trembling as they wrapped the rope around their bodies. It wasn’t done properly, but, Dave’s next warning had made them yield as they tightened the rope further. "You should ensure you tie the rope tightly around yourself. If it loosens on the way, I doubt you’ll be able to survive. You wouldn’t want to be eaten alive, would you?" The men’s faces paled, but they quickly obliged, cinching the ropes tighter and tighter until they bit into their skin. Their eyes darted up to Dave, filled with a mixture of fear and pleading, but Dave’s expression remained unreadable, his gaze fixed on some point beyond them. The men finished tying themselves up, their movements swift and anxious, as if they knew their lives depended on the security of those knots. Dave then swung his body over the massive bear-like Beast, settling into a comfortable position on its back. The system had identified the beast to be called a Berad beast. It is an intermediate-tier beast, and Dave could feel it purring as he patted its head. The Berad Beast responded by moving forward, its massive strides covering up a large distance. At first, the pace was slightly normal, with the three men walking normally behind Dave. Their bodies were still tied to the beast by the ropes. They seemed to think they could keep up without issue, their faces set in determined lines. But then, without warning, the Berad Beast’s pace quickened. Its strides lengthened, and its speed increased, leaving the three men struggling to keep up. They broke into a jog, then a sprint, their breathing growing ragged as they tried to match the beast’s velocity. The rope bit into their skin, threatening to loosen or snap at any moment. Just as they thought things couldn’t get worse, the fifty undead beasts Dave had summoned burst into a sprint, their eyes fixed on the three men with unnerving intensity. The air was filled with the sound of pounding paws and the men’s panicked shouts. Fangs bared, the undead beasts gave chase, their growls and roars growing louder as they closed in. The three men’s faces contorted in fear as they ran for their lives, their legs pumping furiously as they tried to keep up with the Berad Beast’s breakneck pace. Their eyes darted wildly around, searching for an escape from the nightmare unfolding around them. The rope seemed like a ticking time bomb, ready to snap or loosen at any moment, condemning them to a gruesome fate. And as the undead beasts closed in, their hot breath washing over the men’s necks, they let out despairing screams, hoping against hope that perhaps someone, or anyone, would hear their pleas for help.