Unholy Player-Chapter 110: Hunt Begins [BONUS]

The bright sun had nearly lost its strength. Its final rays, trapped behind thick clouds, cast a dying light over a land long buried in death.

Amid the desolate scenery, a single sign of motion cut through the silence—a large military Hummer roaring across the uneven road, its engine growling like a beast as it split wind and dust alike.

"We will arrive at the destination in approximately 30 minutes," Derek announced tensely from the driver’s seat.

They had been on the road for over five hours without incident. No obstacles, no interruptions. Just forward motion toward the place where many of their comrades had fallen. Soon, they would reach what remained of it.

While the rest of the five-person unit made final preparations and suppressed their thoughts, Adyr showed no change.

Like a hunter waiting for the season to open, he was simply conserving his focus.

The minutes passed in silence until rooftops began to appear on the horizon. As the view cleared, Adyr studied the scene ahead.

It was far from a small settlement. The livable area was small, yes—but it stood atop the ruins of what had once been a vast, towering city. Buildings that had once reached toward the clouds now lay flattened, their frames twisted and buried beneath layers of broken stone and ash.

Nothing remained but fragments—shattered foundations and jagged silhouettes barely poking through the ground.

In their place, clusters of makeshift shelters had been scattered across the wreckage. They were built from scavenged metal, plastic sheets, and salvaged concrete slabs. Crude, uneven, and patched together from whatever could be found—but stable enough to keep the wind out and the cold from killing you overnight. Just enough to survive.

As the Hummer drew closer, the area seemed empty. But once the engine echoed through the ruins, curious eyes began to emerge.

Faces appeared behind broken windows patched with whatever material could be found. The vehicle turned onto a dust-choked street, rolling slowly between buildings. From behind cracks, holes, and shattered glass, people watched.

Adyr scanned the faces.

Many showed visible signs of genetic deformation—likely the result of an unstable mutation. The more human-looking among them were almost all elderly.

And in every pair of eyes, he saw the same thing: uncertainty and fear.

"We’ve arrived at the target," Derek reported, breaking the silence.

The Hummer slowed, then came to a stop.

Ahead, several vehicles were parked in a loose formation—clearly part of a previous convoy. Some were completely wrecked, windows shattered, and doors and tires missing, as if torn apart by something feral. Others were in better shape but still abandoned. Stripped. Empty.

From the front seat, Kara turned and addressed Adyr.

"This was the first unit sent in. They were transporting personnel from the Angel Wing Foundation when the attack began."

Then she turned her attention to the team and issued the next set of orders.

"We dismount here and begin the sweep. Observe the site. Document everything. If you find anything—evidence, tech fragments, movement patterns—report it. If needed, you’re authorized to speak with locals. Do not engage. Avoid direct confrontation. Maintain constant comms. If anything feels off, pull back and await instructions. Understood?"

"Yes, Captain," the entire team, including Adyr, responded in unison.

"Good. Now move," Kara ordered.

Everyone exited the vehicle with practiced caution, stepping into the silent, half-dead zone.

According to the latest reports, the terrorist group had withdrawn after the confrontation. No recent activity had been confirmed, and the area had been flagged as safe.

But in a region ruled by chaos, safety was always temporary. Everyone remained on high alert.

The group first approached the abandoned and devastated convoy.

"I know first-generation mutants are strong... but this?" Said a blond woman with a ponytail, stunned as she documented the wreckage with a military-grade camera.

The vehicles looked as if they had been torn apart by some beast. Metal frames were twisted and ripped open like paper, as if clawed apart with bare hands.

"I heard this Cannibal guy is special. And his minions, too. Is this some kind of new mutation?" Derek added while inspecting the wreckage, glancing briefly at Adyr as he spoke. After all, Adyr was considered a new type of mutant himself.

"They must have used some kind of weapon, right? Maybe pressure-based explosives?" Another member offered a professional assessment.

While the others carried out their work professionally, Adyr remained silent and focused.

Every detail that caught his eye, every scent carried by the air, every shift in the dust against his skin—each one spoke to him.

Thanks to his high [Sense] stat, the scene began to reconstruct itself in his mind.

The wrecked vehicles straightened. Shattered glass pulled itself back into place. Doors reformed. Bullet holes vanished. Engines hummed with latent power. The silhouettes of missing passengers returned—faces blurred, but their body language unmistakable. Breathing. Waiting.

The convoy moved again.

Adyr was no longer standing in the aftermath. He was inside the moment—seconds before it all unraveled.

"16 attackers," he said, scanning the area with narrowed eyes. "No weapons. No equipment. Just bodies and raw strength."

The team stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"What?" Derek asked, one brow lifted.

Adyr didn’t respond. His mind was still watching the ambush unfold.

Four figures—mutants—stepped onto the road ahead of the convoy. Their features were indistinct, but their mass and posture were clear. They forced the vehicles to stop. Seconds later, twelve more emerged from the rubble on both sides, converging with coordinated precision.

"The first strike was here," Adyr said, pointing to the most heavily damaged Hummer. "A heavy object shattered the windshield..."

He paused, then corrected himself.

"No. Just a fist. One punch broke the glass and pulled the driver out."

"You’re saying someone shattered ballistic glass—with a single punch?" one of the team members asked, unable to hide his disbelief.

Breaking such reinforced glass was theoretically possible—for a mutant like STF operatives—but it would take dozens of strikes. What he was describing sounded like a myth.

Adyr didn’t react to the doubt. He simply continued.

"The one who launched the first strike was the strongest among them," he said, stepping forward until he stood over dried bloodstains on the ground. "He took seven... no, eight—nine bullets to the chest and neck. And he stayed on his feet."

Adyr furrowed his brow.

Even for him, that detail stood out. The blurred face in his mind began to sharpen.

"During the first engagement... Cannibal was here. He led the attack himself."

His voice was calm and cold, but this time, his face wasn’t blank.

He was smiling.

In his mind’s eye, Cannibal stood across from him, grinning, eyes locked, provoking him.

The first contact had been made.

Not direct. But it was enough.

While the group watched him, silently wondering if he had lost his mind, Adyr turned to Captain Kara.

"I’ll separate from the team here. I’ll circle the area, speak with a few locals, then proceed toward the objective," he said, delivering the short update with calm clarity.

Kara paused briefly, then gave a slight nod.

"Understood. You’ve received the orders and know the procedures. Good luck," she replied, her voice steady and professional.

The others said nothing, but their eyes followed him. Quiet glances, subtle nods—a silent send-off. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

They watched as his figure slowly faded into the ruins.

The mission he had taken on bordered on impossible. No one said it out loud, but the thought lingered in every mind.

This might be the last time they saw him.

They didn’t know it then, but they had never been more wrong.