The Devil's Cage

Treasure?

The man didn't say anything, his eyes were blank as paper and it made the red skull a little disappointed after sizing him up.

It hoped that its collaborator had more emotions, even a little greed would be good but…

Sighing in its heart, the red skull hastened its steps.

The red skull and the man were at the edge of the outer ring, but to get to the Jia Sector they would need to travel quite the distance and go through a guarded hang bridge.

Although the red skull had many ways to get into the Jia Sector, it was different this time, it had to be frank and righteous.

Hehe.

Frank and righteous?

How long had it been since the red skull used this phrase, let alone carry out the meaning?

It had been a very, very long time, to the point that it felt ridiculous to humans; the red skull wasn't human though.

In the upcoming journey, the red skull kept quiet, as did the man.

A monster and a 'man' walked through the outer ring and reached the entrance to the Mou Sector: a hundred meters long, the wobbly hang bridge felt like it would break any moment.

Under the hang bridge was a dirty river with muddy water, which smelled better than the sewer where the man jumped out from, but the current was fierce.

More importantly, under that rapid current there were many large shadows swimming over from time to time.

Something bad was swimming in the river.

At the other end of the hang bridge, a white monster in full white attire was standing straight there.

The white monster stood as if it was frozen, staring without blinking at the red skull and the man.

"General White."

The red skull showed its atrocious face and handed over a token.

The white colored monster didn't say anything, stepping aside and making way for the red skull and the man into the gate of Mou Sector.

"This is General White, the most loyal guard among our collaborators. It is dutiful and it doesn't need to rest at all. It has been around the gate of Mou Sector for almost a hundred years and has never made a mistake."

The red skull explained to the man as they both went through the gate, slowly vanishing beyond sight. Its voice was fading away but the white monster didn't even react.

At first, this General White felt delight for the compliments but as time went by, it got used to it, so much that it never reacted to compliments anymore.

Now, it felt like laughing, not the laugh of delight but the laugh of self-mockery.

The general that stood guard in front of the gate was nothing more than a gatekeeper, even though others called it general, its duty never changed.

If it knew it would end up like this, it would have gone to herd the horses instead. It wouldn't even mind if others called it the protector of horses, at least it woulf be better than standing in front of the gate without moving.

It was very boring!

Despite its heart grumbling and regretting, General White never lowered its guard. When some figures flashed over the opposite of the hang bridge, it quickly noticed it.

Though General White did not feel nervous at all. Instead, it laughed.

The only time when it felt happy during its gatekeeping duties was when intruders arrived, especially the weaker ones!

Although this intruder was very careful, General White could tell this intruder was only slightly stronger than a normal human.

An ant stronger than the other ants was still an ant, not much effort was needed to crush it.

In order to make sure its upcoming time wouldn't end up in boredom, General White had decided to hold back and play with this intruder for a while.

Even so, General White did not forget its duty; it stuck its weapon of choice, a stick filled with vengeful spirits, into the ground that it was standing.

The vengeful spirits from the stick immediately flew out and became soul guards, looking around the area.

Ten pairs of eyes were better than one.

The reason why General White never made a mistake in the past 100 years was because of its vengeful spirits, they held most of the credit.

After all, it was impossible for General White to never rest in a hundred years.

It glanced over its vengeful spirit guards in satisfaction before chasing the intruder with anticipation.

It hoped to get rid of its boredom.

On the other hand, Paladia, who acted as Whitet, ought to cry a river.

He knew he shouldn't have articipated in this year's Battle of Winter Night, living his life in the Gemstone Sector was much safer!

Living in the streets, searching for his next target, tackling the girls around the neighbourhood and the mother of the girls chasing him down nine streets or more, those days were so nostalgic!

If he could get his hands on a can of bear and a bag of fried chicken, it would be heaven!

But now?

Paladia was Whitet!

He could lose his life any second now, let alone getting girls and fried chicken!

Should he disagree to the suggestion, the cold expression from Kieran made his heart shudder.

When Paladia regained his senses, he was already en route to distracting the white monster.

Paladia felt the presence behind him hunting him with leisure. He knew what the hunter wanted to do because before he left the group, the two ox and horse monsters in his side had told him everything about this white hunter.

Other than the dutiful side, the white hunter hated boredom and resented loneliness.

Paladia understood the feeling very well, anyone who stood there for a hundred years would end up like that. Therefore, Paladia also hoped that the white hunter would spare some compassion for himself. Being the Whitet wasn't easy and he hoped when he got struck down, the white hunter would hold back.

Paladia was praying non-stop in his heart, but unfortunately, he had no religion and never believed in any gods, so even if he devoted his life to praying in this desperate situation, no god would answer.

Huaaa! Fuaaawaaaa!

The air-breaking whistle sounded behind him.

Without even looking back, when the rattling whistle sounded through the air, Palaldia knew it must be from some chains or a hook rope or some similar weapons because he too was very skilled in range weapons.

Therefore, Paladia knew exactly how to respond. He did not alter his escape route right away.

The rattling chains sounded louder and closer in his ears.

When the noises reached a certain loudness and transformed into a heavy whistle, Paladia made a sharp side roll.

The iron claw with chains behind it grazed Paladia and plunged deep into the ground in front of him.

The claw strike missed.

The white monster was surprised and then it got more excited.

It pulled the chain back, the claw in the ground bursting out and flying towards its prey once more.

However, unlike the previous prey, this prey seemed very familiar with this kind of range weapon. When the white monster attacked, the prey already performed a dodge and even seized the moment to sneak into an alley, thus completely escaping out of the claw's range.

General White showed a cold smile.

As the game to cure its boredom, it didn't mind the prey running because the prey could run but it could never escape.

General White knew this place like its own body, to the point that he could walk around with its eyes closed.

The alley that the prey ran into was an abandoned one. Other than many bushes and greens, there was nothing and it was a dead end!

In short, other than hiding in the bushes, the prey had nowhere else to run!

After knowing where its prey would hide, General White got even more relaxed.

It walked into the alley and then turned to the dead end, then strode over to the messy bushes.

The bushes were as all as a man, and they were not just any type of grass. This kind of grass was a native special to this place, it required no sunlight and could grow on dead bodies.

As for how the grasses grew so tall and lush?

There were too many people solving their personal grudge here.

However, no matter how many humans or monsters died here, it had nothing to do with General White. All it cared was its prey.

The claw in its hand had stopped spinning, it wasn't wise to use the claw as a weapon in such a limited space, but it didn't mean it would give it up.

It held the claw at the iron part and treated it as a dagger, General White then slowly walked to the bushes with a cold smile.

Then…it saw 3 extremely buff figures smiling grimmly at itself.

A horse-face, an ox-head, and a grizzly bear.

Each one of them was bigger and more ferocious than the last.

Shit!

General White wanted to retreat out of instinct but it had no chance to.

The horse-face grabbed it lightning fast and the ox-dead stuffed a handful of grass into its mouth with utmost teamwork.

Slightly slower but the stronger bearman clamped it down like an iron clamp, robbing it of its ability to exert strength.

After that, attacks were unleashed on the white monster like the storm.

Ox hooves, horse hooves, everything landed on the white monster's face.

"How dare you stop me from going in!"

"How dare you snatch my food!"

"How dare you look down on me!"

As they beat the white monster up, the horse-face and ox-head scolded furiously.

Lucan, the bearman, ought to join the fight too, the battle instinct of the Northerner causing it to roar furiously but it had to stay behind and clamp the monster down.

He was bound by his task, so he had to give up on the urge to pound the monster, but it hugged the monster even tighter.

Grack!

Crack!

General White felt the grizzly bearman break several of its ribs but it couldn't care about all that now.

This was a trap! A trap specifically targeted at itself!

The white monster looked at the horse-face and the ox-dead with utmost viciousness, remembering who these two were.

General White hated these two monsters the most during normal days. They followed no rules and liked to cause trouble here and there, therefore it has never let these two bastards into Mou Sector unless either one of them brought a token. That was only one time in a hundred years but that token was a fake and General White saw through their little tricks.

It chased the two bastards for hours and almost tossed them into the smelly river for a bath.

Now, it was their revenge at itself!

"Who gave you the balls to!" General White yelled in anger, but its mouth was full of grass, so its yell became a muffled whimper instead.

The minotaur frowned, grabbing more grass and stuffing them into its mouth, completely silencing the whimpers.

General White couldn't resist at all or even make a noise, its body constricted by the bearman and its mouth stuffed with grass.

The minotaur looked at the scene with utmost satisfaction, its hoof landing on General White's body again.

It felt very good when its hoof stomped General White's stomach!

It had imagined beating up this white bastard more than once, and now, its dream came true!

It felt great!

The more the minotaur stomped, the happier it got, the same went for the horseman.

Compared to the minotaur, the horseman was more skilled in kicking its enemy with its hooves, each kick landing precisely at the weakest spot on the body and delivering the most pain to the white bastard.

A few minutes later, General White couldn't hold it anymore, its white outfit was stained with hoof marks, its white hat was nowhere to be found, and its hair was messy. It glared at its attacker and prepared to activate its last resort.

Lucan, who held General White tight in his hands, felt something was wrong.

"Careful!" Lucan warned the others.

At the next moment, General White transformed into its soul form and went through Lucan's arms.

After it broke free from its constraint, General White did not run, but turned around at the minotaur and horseman.

"Very good! Very good! I have never been in such a ugly state before! You guys did it! And you guys also successfully made me angry—I guess I won't be bored in the next hundred years anymore, I'll hang you all in front of the gate and slice you everyday for the next hundred years!"

The angry to twisted voice sounded from General White, anyone who heard its furious voice would shudder without the cold, but not the minotaur and horseman.

The two of them laughed at General White.

"I've said it right, this guy has some decent abilities, it's troublesome to deal with but it has lost its mind in its hundred years guard duty, it still has no idea what is going on."

The minotaur slightly pushed its arm at the horseman's shoulder.

"I think its mind is really gone, it's so stupid!"

It was rare for the horseman to agree with the minotaur but the fact was undeniable.

It tried to argue with the minotaur but it couldn't find any facts to support the idea.

The white bastard was really stupid.

Subconsciously, the horseman looked at General White with an extra sense of compassion.

General White got stunned for a second before recovering.

It wasn't stupid, it got slow because of the long period of time in gatekeeping, but sometimes, life and death were decided in a split second.

More so, General White got stunned more than a second.

Just before it wanted to turn around, a longsword perforated its illusive body.

Excruciating pain like it never felt before spread in its soul, but General White did not have the chance to even scream because another knife was placed over its neck.

Compared to the longsword, the knife felt even more terrifying.

It had no wish to take a stab from the knife unless it had a death wish.

Right away, General White relaxed its furious soul and used its action to tell the owner of the knife that it was harmless, but the knife did not move from its neck.

The hand holding that knife didn't even budge and the owner's voice was colder than the arctic wind.

"Pledge your allegiance to me."

The cold voice sounded very resolute and when the voice entered General White's ears, the knife had cut its skin.

The pain from its soul being cut almost drove it crazy. It was planning to stall to form a plan but it seemed like that wasn't an option anymore.

'What the hell?

I didn't even reject and he is killing me?

At least wait for my answer and then kill me!

You don't play according to the rules!'

General White screamed in its heart and quickly made up its mind.