An Extra's POV: My Three Fiancees Hate Me-Chapter 275: Targeting us

The men were stunned; they looked at their leader, shock filling their eyes. Riven knew that they would still attack, so he decided to speak.

"Stop attacking me now, and I’ll leave, but if you push the issue, I’ll have no other choice." His words sounded reasonable, and the men had seen his strength, so they wanted to agree.

But then their leader struggled back up. He looked at Riven with so much hate in his eyes. "Kill the brat!" he roared, eyes bulging as he spoke.

The men looked at each other; they couldn’t disobey their leader. They pulled out their swords and lunged forward, rushing toward Riven.

Riven frowned, his anger rising. He didn’t have the time for this at all, he was wounded and in a rush.

"Take them down and use their blood. If they refuse to stop, it isn’t your fault," Twilight suddenly said, and her words made sense. He gritted his teeth, and without hesitation, he made the first attack.

He rushed forward, covering the distance in an instant. He thrust his sword; flames exploded around the blade and grew. The man tried to block the attack, but the sword suddenly changed direction, and rather than his torso, it went for his leg.

It stabbed right into his thigh. The pain was immense; he roared out, "Arghhhhhhhh!" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Riven pulled out the blade. He saw an attack coming from the side, a sword. He moved back and dodged, but his cheek was still cut.

The man was a wind user, and the wind had cut Riven. But it wasn’t a heavy wound. His eyes locked on one man, and with the snap of his fingers, the blood from the leg of the man he stabbed was pulled out until it formed a scythe.

The men were stunned to see another weapon made out of their comrade’s blood, but before they could react, Riven swung it, using the range to his advantage. The scythe dug into the shoulder of the man who used the wind attack.

He groaned in pain and collapsed to his knees. Then Silva used Blood Bind on both men Riven had stabbed, controlling their blood and slamming them into the ground so hard their skulls cracked and blood leaked out.

As the two men lay there dead, Riven looked up, staring right at the remaining two and their leader. He used Blood Revive, and all his wounds healed. He was a completely new man.

"What? What the hell are you?" one of the men asked, his voice shaking, and the sword he held could barely stay straight.

The two men backed away slowly, scared for their lives. They didn’t see Riven as a human anymore but as some sort of monster, if only they knew.

The leader, seeing the actions of his men, was enraged. Blinded by his rage, he rushed ahead and attacked, but he barely made a few steps before Riven hit him with a flame blast right in the chest and blew it apart.

His body hit the ground hard. Riven looked at it, a clear look of disdain on his face. He was pissed at how weak they turned out to be. He lifted his head, and the two men shivered.

"Please, don’t kill us. Please, we won’t tell a soul," they said, but Riven wasn’t having any of it. He walked toward them with his sword; every step was confident and heavy. The men tried to back away, but it was like no matter how they moved, the distance between them only got closer.

Frustrated, one of the men lunged forward in a desperate attack but was instantly met with a flame arc that cut off his hand.

He looked at the stump as blood squirted out continuously. The man stared at it in shock and pain. He tried to step back, but a sword had already gone through his heart and killed him.

His body collapsed to the ground, cold, blood spreading out. Riven walked over the body and to the last man. He was shaking, completely scared, he was the scout.

Riven looked at him, eyes cold, as he stabbed and killed the man like it was nothing. He didn’t know why, but the more he got tired, the more his emotions left him for some reason. And even after using Blood Revive to get back his health, he was still mentally exhausted.

He walked away from the bodies and went deeper into the dungeon. He walked in a straight path, dragging his feet behind him. He didn’t know where he was going at all.

But after minutes of walking in a straight line, he heard an explosion followed by a massive thunder crack.

"Noel," Riven muttered and began running in that direction. He pushed himself to go fast, using the sounds to navigate and know exactly where to go.

Then he spotted a light in the distance. He rushed toward it, running at full speed.

"Noel!" he yelled, but just when he was reaching there, an explosion of light happened, blinding him for a few seconds.

Skeletal hands sprung out of the ground and latched onto him. They pulled him down fast. Riven began struggling; he stabbed blindly, but he couldn’t get them off.

The hands pulled him deeper into the dungeon ground. Not wanting to give up, he thought of using his love, my chaos, but if he did that now, he wouldn’t be able to again, and that might be the only way he could save the others.

Without another choice, he summoned the Hellhound. The Hellhound appeared and immediately attacked the hands. The hellfire was too intense, and they were forced to leave Riven’s legs.

He managed to pull himself out; the blindness faded away. He looked around and realized that Noel was never there in the first place.

’They created an illusion of Noel to trick me. This doesn’t seem like a random happening anymore, something is wrong. Something is targeting us.’

His heart rate rose as he thought about it; some fear crept into him.