Text - Chapter 884: The fate of being discriminated and despised

Chapter 884: The fate of being discriminated and despised

Translator: Sean88888 Editor: TheAlliance

(Bonus chapter #1 for September)

In the face of Sheyan's actions, a cold glint that was absolutely not human appeared in the bartender's eyes. Those were the eyes of a creature at the top of the food chain observing a creature at the bottom of the food chain.

Sheyan was really reluctant to cause trouble - at least not before he awakened - but unfortunately, this world didn't revolve around the desire of men.

Just like the incident earlier. Who could have thought that the bartender's secret would be exposed in front of Sheyan? Ok, since he saw things that he shouldn't have seen, there's no use saying any more. Even if Sheyan didn't beckon with his finger, it's not like the guy would let Sheyan go.

The bartender slowly walked over and actually bowed politely at Sheyan.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

The fat black dude, Martin, was busy breaking the defense line of the girl beside him and smoothly reached into her chest. He was really surprised when he heard the bartender being so serious.

"Wow, Ritz, want to join us? You must give me a glass of your best Ice and Fire today, and remember to add some Spanish fly too."

Ritz turned his head and showed Martin an impeccable smile.

"Of course, but I have to ask Steven what he wants first."

Martin shouted impatiently.

"He had a little accident today so the best thing for him is clear water and bread. If you put strong alcohol and a girl's thick ass in front of him, it would kill him!"

Sheyan was able to feel the camaraderie shown by Martin and the others towards him so he did not plan to get them involved in this matter. He held down his temples, shook his body a few times, and said.

"Martin, you asshole! You know I can't touch alcohol and women right now and yet you brought me to this damn shithole? You did it on purpose, didn't you? Wow, my head's about to split in two. I need to go out for some fresh air."

Martin broke out in a fit of laughter.

"Ooooh you done fucked up calling this place a damn shithole! Ritz loves this bar more than he loves his wife! You just wait. Ritz will either personally kill you, or charge you so much you'll want to kill yourself!"

Sheyan used the wall as support as he stumbled out of the back door of the bar. Once he was out of sight, he immediately ran as fast as he could. But he only ran for about five or six hundred meters before he ran into a narrow blind alley because he wasn't familiar with the territory.

The place was very messy. There were rubbish and foul water everywhere, and even traces of excretion and urine. The foul odour of the damp environment assaulted his nose. Drug addicts love getting high in these kind of places because the police rarely came here. The glamorous New York City also had a filthy side to it.

"You're not Steven," said a voice that appeared suddenly behind Sheyan.

"With the speed of your sprint just now, you could run 100 meters in 6 seconds. Let alone Steven who had nephritis, gallstones, Meniere syndrome, and mild fatty liver, even the Olympic champion who's the best at running among the humans can't reach this speed."

Senyan spread his hands and sighed.

"And you're not a bartender."

Ritz answered tactfully.

"In the bar, I am the courteous human bartender Ritz. In front of the drunken Earthlings, I am the observer & researcher Ritz from Dwarf Planet 3 stationed on earth. In front of an unknown monster reeking of a disgusting, bloody smell like yourself, I am second-class military officer from Dwarf Planet 3 stationed on earth, Defender Ritz."

'I see. So participants who carry the Bloody invitation letter will be despised and attacked by aliens hidden among the humans during our stay in this world.'

Sheyan came to this realisation. He took a step forward and proclaimed solemnly.

"Let's be done with it then. I'm in a hurry."

The bartender Ritz flashed a strange smile at Sheyan. He suddenly grabbed his head and pulled with force!

His head was completely severed from his body. Ritz nonchalantly threw his head at Sheyan.

Sheyan was afraid it might be a bomb or something so he immediately dodged it. Thus, the head hit the ground and rolled forward while scattering a large amount of white smoke. The smoke quickly filled the alley like it was a dense fog. The visibility in the alley quickly fell to within half a meter.

Sheyan cautiously pulled out '+7 West', then rushed towards the entrance of the alley by relying on his memory. It was obvious that fighting Ritz in the dense smoke would not be a smart move. Besides, Sheyan could feel that Ritz seemed to value his identity as an Earthling, so he wouldn't want to cause a huge ruckus.

There was another advantage to doing this, and that was to grab the initiative in the attack. Sheyan calculated that running from the alley to the street outside with his speed would take about 31 seconds. If he chose to wait on the spot, Ritz could just lurk in the shadow while Sheyan had to always remain on guard. It would severely tax him.

Now that Sheyan chose to run, Ritz had to attack him within 31 seconds. The benefits were obvious.

Sheyan suddenly heard a rush of wind from his right. Sheyan raised his arm to block, but only felt something hard crash into his arm with a bang. It was a thrown garbage bin.

At that moment, there was a turbulence in the fog to Sheyan's left. The headless Ritz charged over, and Sheyan, who was on high alert, slashed horizontally with his blade. '+7 West' sunk into the area between Ritz's chest and abdomen, but the feeling transmitted from the blade was very strange. Ritz's skin felt extremely hard and tough, as if it was covered in a layer of calluses that was a foot thick!

Ritz displayed no sign of pain. A knee was instantly shoved into Sheyan's abdomen. Sheyan groaned from the hit, but suddenly lifted his right hand and drew an arc in the air. His flat palm tightly closed into the form of a beak, which then pierced into the severed section of Ritz's neck!

Milky-white liquid splashed out with bright red blood mixed in. A twisted, deformed spine was caught and pulled out by Sheyan. The sensation of the spine transmitted through his fingers was slippery but hard, akin to steel. Apparently, this frame was a specially made biological body. For the aliens, it was akin to clothes. Injuries to the body will not cause them pain.

Sheyan saw a sharp spur grow on Ritz's knee and it was instantly thrusted towards him. Sheyan instantly swept with his left elbow, hitting Ritz's throat heavily. Ritz's throat was completely wrecked by the crushing hit. Ritz could only make some groaning noises as his vocal cord was crushed. More importantly, the blow sent Ritz flying back so Ritz's attack naturally hit nothing but air. Ritz slammed hard into a garbage bin, stirring up the garbage inside.

But suddenly, Ritz turned over with a struggle, and something unexpected happened. His ripped his shirt off with great force and the left half of his ribcage sprung open like a door to reveal a red, deep, fleshy pit inside!

At that instant, the red meat pit shrunk fiercely, swelled up, then squirted a dark-green sticky liquid at Sheyan. The liquid hissed in the air and emitted a stinging smell. Sheyan couldn't dodge in time and a little bit of the liquid caught him. He instantly felt as if he was being scalded by a red hot branding iron. The burn eroded into his flesh.

It didn't end there. After the dark-green liquid corroded the skin for a while, it burst into a black flame. The more Sheyan slapped at the flame to put it out, the more violently it burned. His HP dropped rapidly.

Under such circumstances, Sheyan continued to flee outside the thick fog without hesitation. Obviously, Sheyan's action happened to be the very thing that Ritz was most reluctant to see. His belly twitched and groaned while he grabbed the right half of his ribcage and pried it open. Two pieces of deadly-white rib bone rotated and flew towards Sheyan. It was as if the other end of the two rib bones was held by an invisible hand; they flew with irregular trajectories. Even so, they were accurately locked onto Sheyan at the end of their flight.

Sheyan had already made quick dodging maneuvers, but the dense fog around his body rapidly concentrated and accumulated. Sheyan felt like he was wrapped in a thick, sticky layer which severely impacted his movement. He brandished his blade with a shout to strike at the two rib bones. Upon contact, he found that they did not have the hard feel of bones, but appeared rather flexible.

From the moment '+7 West' hit a rib bone, Sheyan discovered that these things weren't rib bones, but strange creatures that twisted together like snakes. Even the sharp '+7 West' couldn't cut them. Instead, the creature lifted its head and aimed its mouth that was filled with jagged teeth at Sheyan.

The creature looked similar to a sand worm from the sea. Sheyan grabbed the middle section of the creature and slammed it to the ground, but his arm was bitten in the process. A large chunk of his flesh was instantly bit off. The chunk of flesh was cylindrical in shape; the edges were very smooth and regular. It was apparent that the attack power of the creature was pretty high.

Taking advantage of the moment when Sheyan was intercepted, the "bones" on Ritz's body flew out in a fierce torrent of worm missiles, completely blocking off Sheyan's retreat from the dense fog.

However, at that instant, Sheyan, who seemed to have been forced into a corner, revealed a peculiar smile.