Lockeroom's Pandemonium

Chapter twenty six: oh, Silver! You are indeed a fool!

Silver was satisfied with what he had done to the skill summon of the Yohanna. He realized that it was a fused attack of two Yohanna he had provoked.

The other one remained shaking, looking at him as if he was the most frightening creature in the world.

He had to remain smirking. And he had to act faster.

His main mission was to identify who among them was the Gorgon Yohanna so that he could kill her, so that could finish this nightmarish game. He needs to act faster, however, for the skills that they both showcased was an attention-catching scene.

He knew clones and the other remaining players would come here and test them.

He activated his spring jump, and used it to rocket his body going to the ground.

He then effortlessly landed near one of the Yohanna who had attacked him, and gave her a blast of kick.

The Yohanna he kicked had released a scream from the painful kicking that Silver made. The other Yohanna dashed to him as well. She arced a left hook punch, but Silver managed to dodge it. He jumped and spin in the air, perfectly landing at her back.

Then he caught and hugged Yohanna.

“Want to feel sexy torture?” he asked. He knew he shouldn't. He remembered the first question that Yohanna asked when he lend his hand to her.

‘Are you going to torture me?’

But he was hoping . . . that of this woman mentioned about it, that if she mentioned about that sudden promise he had given, then she is the real Yohanna.

But if not, it was safe for him to kill her.

“Yeah? Then torture me . . . if you can.”

She twisted her body and gave him a surprise uppercut. Silver managed to dodge it, but he dud not dodge the conclusion that this woman is safe to kill. That it was not the real Yohanna. That this woman is either fake, or the Gorgon.

His whip then moved. It coiled at the woman's feet. And the fire started moving at her furry battle set.

The sudden flush of heat had made her scream.

He then commanded his whip to remove from it being coiled to her feet. He then motioned his hand backward, along with the whip, and gained potential force.

The Yohanna was panicking with the fire that was burning her body. She didn't notice what Silver has been doing.

Then Silver thrust his whip towards her. To kill.

The end—the last part of Silver's whip—met the Yohanna's forehead.

She stopped panicking. Her eyes are wide. Her burning body started to shake. And the hole that the whip had made on her forehead . . . started to pour blood. She lay flat on the ground, motionless, being eaten by the falling dusts from the happening chaos.

Yet nothing happened. No sudden punishment, no revealing that she was the Gorgon.

Then it was between the remaining two.

She looked at the Yohanna who was still standing, shaking, frightened as she watched him kill the clone Yohanna.

Her skin then melted; like the wax of a burning candle, it slowly melt down. Then it revealed a new type of skin. A new built of body. A fat and boisterous looking woman dressed in neon pink.

“Oh, Silver, you are indeed a fool!”

Her laugh—the Gorgon's laugh—rang on his ears. It irritates him. It even gave him more willingness to kill her. To stop this game, so that he could find back Alina.

Holding the whip tighter, he dashed towards her.