Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 122: Unexpected Gunshot

Lynn homed in on the source of the disturbance, filtering out the cacophony polluting the night air. The surrounding sounds muffled as his perception sharpened like a blade

The voices of patrons haggling and merchants peddling their wares became muted and indistinct. Even the footsteps and creaking carts trundling past the alley entrance were drowned out.

In the distance, he caught the faint yet unmistakable sound of gunshots. Normally, this wouldn't faze him. After all, such noises were commonplace in the abandoned district.

Skirmishes and turf wars between gangs, disagreements turning violent, and attempts to intimidate or eliminate rivals. Violence was an everyday reality in this lawless territory.

However, something about this particular disturbance seized his attention. The gunfire was accompanied by indistinct shouts and yells, the tone conveyed urgency, even hints of desperation.

"This seems different than the usual gang conflicts," Lynn thought to himself as his curiosity was piqued.

Without hesitation, he decided to see what was happening. His instincts compelled him to investigate, especially after recalling what occurred the last time he passed the night in the abandoned district.

He retrieved Flame Edge from his inventory and felt the familiar fiery power emanating from the blade. In his other hand, Bloody Reaper materialized, its dark metal gleaming under the moonlight.

"Sinister things...," he remembered these ominous words, hinting at dangerous creatures that emerged in the outer district after dark. "Let me see what they look like."

[Veil of shadows]'s effect activated, he stealthily darted from the alleyway and began weaving through the dilapidated buildings, dashing toward the escalating sounds of battle in the distance.

The streets near the commotion were surprisingly deserted and quiet, except for the echoing noises of the ongoing conflict. The shady figures who normally roamed the place at this hour were all absent, probably hiding from the chaos.

As he drew nearer, his keen senses picked up more hints. Desperate cries and furious roars reverberated through the air, mingling with the pungent odor of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood.

Lynn's mind raced, attempting to deduce the nature of the situation, but based on the clues, none of the possibilities seemed favorable. His worries were confirmed as he rounded a corner and caught the first glimpse of the conflict zones.

Thanks to one streetlamp still working in the area, he could see the scene clearly even from afar. Mangled corpses strewn haphazardly across the debris-littered street, blood pools spreading out from under the motionless bodies.

Whoever these people were, they had suffered brutal and violent ends at the hands of something merciless. His gaze fixated on one in particular that lay closest to his position.

It was splayed on its back, limbs twisted unnaturally, bearing brutal imprints of bite marks on the exposed flesh. The torso itself had been ripped open, entrails spilling out grotesquely.

His eyes narrowed as he studied the grievous wounds inflicted on the corpses. "These injuries... they almost resemble the claw marks and bites from a werewolf," he quickly realized.

Following the trail of corpses while staying close to the walls and in the shadows to take advantage of the cover of darkness, the sounds of battle grew louder with each step.

A few seconds later, he finally saw the remaining signs of life desperately trying to battle. A ragged band of armed individuals were barely managing to keep a hulking humanoid creature at bay.