Ryder opened the door and saw what was inside. His lips opened wide as he frowned.
There was a man who was sitting on his chair with his back facing Ryder.
" Why are you so late today," the man said as he turned back.
"What the heck? Who are you?!" With a shocked expression on his face, the man stood up as soon as he saw Ryder.
He walked towards his gun that was lying on the nearby table.
"I'm your death," Ryder muttered as he aimed his gun.
The man had just managed to touch the gun when a bullet penetrated his head.
The gun fell down on the ground.
Ryder closed the door behind him before he turned back to look at the twenty kids who were looking at him blankly.
The twenty kids were eating something that seemed to be human limbs, which was almost making Ryder vomit. He didn't know what was happening here. Why were kids here, and why were these kids cannibals.
The kids seemed to be in their early teens, but their eyes were blank.
"What should I do? Are they human or the experiment of Dark Uprising?" he muttered as he frowned. He didn't know how to deal with this. If these were normal kids, he needed to help them, but if these were the puppets of the Dark Uprising who were actually not humans, then it was going to be much worse if they were mixed with normal kids by the authorities.
"Why didn't that idiot tell me something about this. Freaking Bastards! Messing with kids," Ryder muttered as he frowned.
The kids kept eating what was in their hands without looking at Ryder. He had just killed the guy who was keeping an eye on them, but it didn't seem like something they even noticed. They were much more focused on their food.
"Whatever, I'll think about them after I handle the bomb," Ryder muttered as he sighed.
He walked over to the body and picked up the gun. Placing the gun in his storage, he left the room.
The twenty kids were left alone inside the room after Ryder left. They started looking at the body of the man who was just killed by Ryder. They started crawling towards the man on their knees and surrounded the man.
The sound of chewing and biting filled the room. No one knew what was happening inside the room.
Ryder stepped on the sixth floor. He was just one floor away from the fifth floor where the bombs were kept.
According to his information, the sixth floor was the place where some of the scientists and the people who carried the bombs to the blast location were kept.
He was already prepared to kill a lot of people as he stepped on this floor since he believed that not many people would have been out of their room this early in the morning. Killing them in their sleep was easy too.
The only thing of concern was the thought that there might be the higher-ups of uprising here who he had fought before. If he came face to face with them again, it was instantly game over.
Even though he prayed that he wouldn't come face to face with them, he was sure that he would.
In the beginning, Janus had said that he had a one in ten thousand chance of saving people successfully. There was no way killing a bunch of people could be this hard. If he were facing normal people, the chances wouldn't be so low. The only reason it could be so low was because there was one in a ten thousand chance he wouldn't come face to face with the masked people, and he needed to do everything right to bring that one possibility to reality.
He needed to make sure that he did everything right so that this was that one in a ten-thousandth reality. He was optimistic. Even though Janus said that the chances of his success were one in ten thousand, it didn't mean he would succeed after that ten-thousandths try. It could also mean that he would succeed on the first try and fail the next ten thousand times to replicate the same feat. It was luck for him, and he hoped that luck would support him this time as he desperately needed it.
This was his last chance to save people, and he had promised himself that he wouldn't take any more risk after this. The thought of God of time coming after him was not easy to take. He could only imagine how bad his life would be if someone who ruled over time actually came after him. He could be trapped in an infinite time loop in the blink of an eye if the lord of time wished it. At any cost, he wasn't going to go over the third time. He was going to listen to Janus' advice since he was a person of much knowledge.
Opening the door of the first room, he stepped inside. It was good that no one locked doors here. Most probably because it was against the rules or they trusted their fellow mates. Anyhow, he entered the rooms and saw a man sleeping on the bed. The man seemed to have a white beard and looked to be in his sixties.
'Must be a scientist,' Ryder thought as he frowned. ' If only he had put his brain to good use, he wouldn't be dying now.'
Ryder pressed the trigger, killing the old man in his sleep. He went to the washroom to check if someone was inside or not. After making sure that it was empty, he left the room and moved over to the next room.
The next room had a young man who looked like he was in his late teens. He seemed like he wasn't even twenty yet.
Noticing the gun lying on a nearby table, Ryder sighed. "At such a young age."
He raised his hand and fired the shot, killing the young man without a second thought.
He kept the young man's gun in his inventory before he left the room.
A masked man was standing in front of the building inside which Ryder was killing people left and right.
Five black-robed men were standing behind him.
"Where is the Twelfth King? He said he would meet me here. Cheh, that idiot. I don't know why His Majesty chose to send him with me. I can easily handle that little undying hero if he lives in this city. I don't need old twelfth," the man muttered in a grumpy tone.
He started walking towards the building.
