Danmachi Volume 17 Novels & Stories

I mumbled as I ride my bike and followed him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - MIKO I sighed as soon as Topgun left. I think the rivalry began. I checked him and Black Dragon on the screen as I keep an eye on "the Big Boss" too. Boss Se7en... Why is it going to be like this? Why am I the one with them? I desperately muttered to myself. I'm sure Topgun was annoyed and in times like this, it's not a help to us. And I noticed that Black Dragon seems to work on his own. I'm really worried. I muttered again and continued watching them.

' 4 seconds left'FUKKKKKKEEEYOU GAMMEE~' Closing his own eyes pulling Daisuke by his neck placing his own warm lips upon the cold onces. 'Please, at least I don't want to die by the hands of the character I made myself'

But Damon was faster. Damon launched, his movement too precise, and too powerful as he grabbed Dane by the neck and tore him to the ground. Dane tried to struggle back. But Dane was no match for him. Dane never was. His jaws closed around Dane’s throat, and with one final, brutal shake, he ripped apart his throat. Blood oozed out of Dane, pooling the ground around and soaking his fur. Dane was dead.

his subordinate smiled and walked towards the man who looked at them with a panicked expression. “what are you doing?” The man who was being tough was suddenly scared but of course Damian paid no attention to him and watch as his fingers were being cut off.. He screamed out in agony but Damian just sat down there staring at him with a smile on his face.. “put him in a body bag and send it over to Chairman Delian.. “ Damian instructed… SAMANTHA'S POV.. Oh shit! Why does my head feel like it was about to explode? I my eyelids felt so heavy and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open.

Damon yelled "Don't die or am gonna kill him!" Rokon said, dragging Aiden by the arm as they left the strange coven, leaving only Liam and Damon Liam who needed no prodding leap and in a flash, slash Damon on his arm as blood dripped from his arm, Damon yelled in pain as his eyeballs took a red shape "No!! Am not gonna fight you Liam and you won't kill me, fight it!!!" Damon yelled as he knelt besides Liam, a piercing scream filled the air as Liam Slash Damon on his arms pinning him to the ground as he impaled several wounds on Damon

Neu and Nimura got a bad feeling about it, but they just do their work. Hikari enters the quantum memory and has some conversation with Yami. Yami asks him "If you can win the game, why are you still fighting for it? even you know it." Then Hikari answers it "Because I want to make the story more interesting. and also because I'm going to share my happiness with everyone." Yami understands how retard is Hikari about that, So he didn't ask anything more about it.

Victor’s smile grew, his twisted pleasure evident as he towered over her, savoring her defeat. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice almost a whisper as he leaned closer, one hand tangling in her hair, forcing her gaze upward. “Now… show me you understand who’s in control.” Damian didn’t hesitate; he couldn't just watch anymore. His heart thundered with a singular, consuming thought: he had to end this. Even if it meant sacrificing himself, even if the price was death, he couldn’t stand by any longer. He fucking didn't care. With a surge of adrenaline, he launched himself at Victor, fists flying in a whirlwind of fury.

And if you go to Yami's, be ready to dodge some bullets, I kinda got into big trouble here. This book contains information about every skill I mastered, from basic combat to havoc wrecking moves, to ones that you wouldn't dare try. But anyway learn and use them well, and be sure to unleash chaos, this is my apology for not being here for you. I really have much to say but there is no t..." This letter was written on the first pages of the book that Dave had given shiro. Everything was easy for shiro to understand except for the picture "why is it hand-drawn?" he asked himself

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

Flashback: Damian’s Office — Weeks Ago A woman in red stilettos leaned over Damian’s desk. Her voice was clipped, her eyes emotionless. “You’re getting too attached to this one,” she warned. “Number Eleven is not like the others.” “That’s the point,” Damian said. She slid a folder across to him. “Then you’d better decide. If you choose her, you end the game. You burn the commandments. You walk away.” He hesitated. Then signed the folder. With blood.