Anything to Survive in Hell: From Weakling to Tyrant-Chapter 22 Rage

Extreme rage. Nothing but that fierce emotion burned through me. How dare they beat my Bimzi to a fucking pulp?

I can never forgive them. No one can touch my subordinate and walk away unscathed!

I’ll kill them, no matter what!

"Die!!!"

My floating body sliced through the air as I flew forward. Was it the surge of adrenaline? Every single movement felt incredibly clear.

And then—

The rat-headed monster that had been beating Bimzi to a pulp. My sole plunged into the side of its head and flank.

Feeling the impact, I powerfully extended my slightly bent leg and shoved the bastard with everything I had!

"Kyururururuk?!"

I sent it flying!

The bastard let out a grotesque scream and shot backward. At best, it had the physique of a child. An adult demonkind like me delivering a full-power dropkick couldn’t possibly leave it unscathed. It couldn’t withstand it!

As the flung-away rat monster tumbled across the floor, I also crashed down and swiftly got back on my feet.

"Bimzi!"

"Kereuk?!"

When I called out, Bimzi—who had been cowering and getting beaten—looked up at me. A quick check. Injuries? There was some blood, but nothing was broken or had flesh torn away.

If that was the case, I could still save him!

"Kyusat! Kyusaaaaaaat!"

And the other one!

The remaining rat monster bristled its fur, puffed up its tail, and opened its vulgar mouth, letting out a loud cry. Its protruding buckteeth looked extremely menacing.

But an absolute difference in physique could not be overcome!

Immediately, I raised the hand axe high. As if charging, I slammed my head down and brought the axe vertically with crushing force!

"Kwe-ek!"

A crisp sound burst forth as I struck the bastard’s head. Because the axe had become so blunt, it didn’t split the skull open. But my weapon wasn’t just the hand axe.

"Woooooooh!"

In ultra-close combat, I immediately launched an uppercut with my other fist, smashing into its jaw.

The bastard’s head snapped back. At the same time, it dropped the hand axe it was holding. Then I firmly grabbed its left arm with both hands and—

"Die!!!"

Turning my body backward, I swung it with immense force!

I swung the bastard like a living mace!

The rat monster’s feet lifted off the ground. It flew through the air like a massively swung iron club before colliding directly with the floor.

"Kyuk...!"

A short death rattle escaped it.

I had swung it with full power, and it had slammed straight into the ground. The bastard was lighter than I thought. That meant it had an inferior physique and low body durability. It was definitely a fatal wound.

Though I judged it so, once a fight had begun, I had to finish it definitively.

I jumped high.

While airborne, I aimed at the fallen bastard and then—

I landed, plunging the sole of my foot into its chest.

"Kyuhak!"

Shattered and broken ribs. A crushed heart. With that, the rat monster vomited blood and rolled its eyes back.

I won.

"My victory!"

I had won the battle! My heart pounded rapidly, and my entire body grew hot. I fought and won! I fought that bastard and won! But this was no time to celebrate.

There had been two of them!

The remaining one—

"Kyusaaaaaaat!"

The one that had been flung away after taking my dropkick.

"Kereuk! Kerururuk!"

The bastard was currently pinned beneath Bimzi, struggling. Bimzi, though injured from being ganged up on, immediately regained his fighting spirit the moment I arrived. He was already fighting the creature.

"Kerururuk!"

The unleashing of savagery.

An enraged Bimzi fiercely roared and bit the rat monster’s neck. Because it had already taken the dropkick, its neck was shattered somewhere, and the rat monster couldn’t even move properly.

It was completely unable to resist.

I immediately picked up the hand axe I had dropped and moved to support Bimzi.

"Bimzi! Get out of the way!"

"Keurururuk...!"

"Kyuk, kyukkeugeugeut...!"

As I gave the order, Bimzi swiftly moved aside. I plunged the hand axe into the now-defenseless rat monster’s neck.

Until its breath was cut off. I plunged it in, raised my arm, and brought it down again. I repeated the motion until the bastard died.

"Kyuruk...!"

With that, it was over.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo, hooooo...!"

"Kereuk! Kereuk! Kereuk-kereuk!"

Both rat monsters were dead.

"We won, we won. We were victorious. We were victorious, I tell you...!"

My breath burst forth.

Pleasure. Ecstasy. Thrill. All those emotions converged into one, piercing my heart. Indigenous lifeforms. Enemies. Powerful monsters! Beasts of hell! By combining my power with Bimzi’s, we had vanquished those formidable monsters!

"Ooooooooooooooh!"

I couldn’t hold back my shout!

I roared, spreading my arms wide!

"Kere-aaaaaaaaaak!!!"

Bimzi also cried out fiercely.

"We wonnnnnnnn!!!"

True arousal seized my heart.

I had killed rat monsters. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

And I had won.

It felt incredibly strange.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

This is the joy of survival...!

"Kereuk!"

I wanted to shout a little more, but I suddenly realized I was too aroused. This wasn’t good. I regulated my breathing and calmed my mind.

"Haah."

As the arousal subsided, I felt my body grow cold. I had used too much energy explosively and had been excessively aroused. It felt as if all power was draining from my body.

At the same time, regret washed over me.

"Fuck it."

It was regrettable.

It was fucking regrettable.

At the moment I definitively killed one, the other rat monster had been caught by Bimzi. If I had tested domination magic on that bastard then, I might have gained another subordinate.

Of course, it wasn’t one hundred percent successful.

Because there was no one hundred percent guarantee in dark magic. Still, that point was very regrettable.

But it couldn’t be helped.

Honestly, this couldn’t be helped.

At the time, I had been too aroused. What could I do when I was that worked up? It wasn’t hunting—it was battle. Because it was my first true battle, I couldn’t control my reason.

It wasn’t good. Losing reason became dangerous. In survival, getting so aroused that you couldn’t control your emotions could be called poison.

"Let’s take it as a lesson."

This was a lesson from my first real combat.

Rather, it was fortunate that it had gone so well this time. If something like this happened again... then I would be able to react calmly. There were regrettable aspects, but growth was still growth.

I just needed to chew and swallow today’s experience and move forward. Thinking that, my confidence in surviving in this wilderness surged.

"Kereuk-kereuk. Kereuk."

"Hmm?"

Perhaps he was worried because I was just standing still and breathing. Bimzi, whose height only reached my waist, tugged at my clothes collar, making a worried sound.

This cute little bastard.

"Yes, I’m fine. More importantly, where are you hurt?"

"Keruruk?"

I immediately re-checked his injuries.

"Hmm... it’s not that serious."

Looking closely, there were bite and scratch marks. Blood was flowing, but not profusely. What worried me was infection... but since he was an indigenous monster, I guessed he would be fine somehow.

"Stay still."

"Kereuk!"

I immediately opened my canteen, poured water over his wounds to wash them, and then placed my hand on his back.

"Ether injection! Yap!"

I had already healed him once before. I was familiar with the method of injecting ether to heal. I cast it.

"Kerueuk...!"

As I poured in ether, the scratched wounds began to heal. Good. If I fed him well and let him sleep well after this, he would recover quickly.

"There. The healing’s done."

"Kerureung."

Bimzi looked pleased.

But then—

"These bastards."

The scattered corpses of the rat monsters.

Long snouts. Monsters that resembled rats. And bipedal ones at that. Their size was truly only about ten percent smaller than Bimzi. There was no significant difference. Their bodies were covered in brown fur. Their long tails were also covered in fur, slightly different from ordinary rats.

Were they similar to goblins?

Their buckteeth looked somewhat menacing, but their claws didn’t seem all that scary. Overall, these bastards seemed weaker than goblins.

"Hey, Bimzi. Aren’t these your neighbor monsters?"

"Kereuk?"

"Well, never mind."

Let’s see, then I should give them a name.

What rat-like monsters were there, I wondered?

"Kobold? Ah. Right. There are kobolds."

Let’s call these guys kobolds from now on.

"Bimzi. From now on, their name is kobold. Understand?"

"Kereuk-kereuk?"

"Fuck, he doesn’t understand."

"Kereuk..."

Bimzi was merely drooling while looking at the kobold’s corpse. The bastard. Had his appetite grown after the fight?

"Oh. Eat the intestines."

"Kereuk!"

As soon as I gave permission, Bimzi, excited, immediately darted out and buried his nose in the dead kobold’s abdomen. He tore into its belly fat. Truly a wild child. There was no trace of civilized decorum to be found.

"Haah."

Anyway, I had no energy left after fighting so fiercely.

"I don’t have the power to butcher all these and carry them."

Removing the intestines. I didn’t have the strength to skin them and debone them. Let’s just roughly take what we can and roast them to eat... The moment I thought that—

A thought suddenly flashed.

"Ah! That’s right! Karla!"

Karla’s secret dark magic! Yes! That was it!

"Two freshly dead corpses!"

It was hard to take both! But I couldn’t just abandon one! So, let’s try using Karla’s secret dark magic!

"A small amount of ether exists in all monsters...!"

Recalling that, I looked at the kobold’s corpse.