Dungeon Crawler Carl 6 소설 & 이야기

Most importantly I needed strength to be able to withstand whatever problem Carl intended to drag me through. “Hey, man. Want to play a bit of game?” He asked as soon as I entered the house. Carl was sprawled out on a couch with a gamepad in hand, eyes glued to the television screen, a half-eaten box of pizza, and cans of empty beer next to the foot of the couch.

Caveen stepped into the grand hall, his shoulders stiff, cloak tattered with ash and blood. Every inch of him reeked of battle—his boots smeared with dust from the Council’s temple, his eyes still burning with the aftermath of unleashed fury. Carl was already waiting. He stood at the top of the staircase, arms crossed, his expression stone-cold. Maika appeared behind him a second later, her dark eyes sharpening as they fell on her son. "You came back," Carl said, voice low but trembling with barely restrained anger. "You damn fool."

Carl yelled, almost breaking in tears. He was about to step out of the toilet cabin when his phone beeped signifying a notification that came in to his phone. He hurriedly slid it down to read the contents of the message, it was his father. "Get your silly ass down here right now" he muttered aloud. He walked hastingly to the parking lot where he parked his car, Kelvin dashed after him not getting where he was going to. Kelvin seeing that Carl stepped into his car oblivious of what was happening also went into his own car driving after Carl.

"Oh, heads up about the teacher." "The teacher?" "It's Stan." The one who’d wanted to skin me alive at Aaron’s welcome back party. "You're kidding me." "Nope." "Great. What's the bet he offers me a one on one?" "Nah, he wouldn't off you in front of witnesses." I rolled my eyes. "You're so sweet and reassuring." "It runs in the family," He said dryly. We headed back to the main Cavern and took the tunnel directly opposite to the one that led to the kitchen and water caves. This hall was free of side rooms and had a slight upward curve to it, before opening out into a level room the size of a barn.

I moved quickly and got right back on my feet and took a defensive stance. He threw three punches and I blocked with ease. Before he could turn or react, I striked back, punching his face. “ Easy there tiger. You don’t want me to look ugly for my fans at the ball”. A sneer plasters on his face making me roll my eyes. Carl is the gamma’s son and Darren’s gamma when my father decides to step down from his position. Carl is a down to earth kind of guy. He is about 6’3 tall, very muscular with a playboy grin always plastered on his ugly handsome face.

All the original data had already been automatically uploaded to a private cloud server through the car's built-in system three days earlier. In the rearview mirror, I saw Dexter's smug grin. Then, Dexter stood with his hands on his hips, blocking the gate at the complex entrance. "What memory card? I genuinely didn't see one. Prove that you got this car legally, and I'll let you through. "This car of yours probably came from somewhere shady, right? Did some guy give you a stolen car? We don't allow criminals in this complex!" He deliberately raised his voice, drawing the attention of nearby residents.

Carl hissed, raising his head again to Dylan, who looked amused and unphased by his threats. Slowly moving around Carl, he started laughing. “ I am Dylan Gray, Carl! You infuriated me, that was foolish...” He stopped at the back of his chair and tapped his shoulder. “ And thinking that I was going to let you off so easily was dumb! ” Laughing out loud, he pushed himself back and started walking outside the dungeon. “ Break his arms and leg leaving him handicapped! ” Ordering his man, he stepped outside, as Harry followed him. Screams of agony were errupting from the dungeon, as the sickening sound of bones breaking, could be heard.

Instinctive self-defense. I snatch his hand from my breast, twist back and around until his face draws back in surprise at how I’m hurting him. It leaves me room to connect a knee to his groin with crazy force as my other hand makes a jabbing v shaped finger poke to his face. I get both his eyes at once, as knee bone crunches with groin bone and his muffled cry signals him crumpling in a heap on the floor. The fury and fear fuels enough adrenalin to make my assault really impact and I bring a six-feet asshole down to the ground in one swift Arrick Carrero assault move. I would high five him right now if he was here and I was not terrified of Claude getting back up.

It's still kind of far to walk, but it's okay. "Is your home near the cafe?" someone asked, and I found colin walking beside me. "Hi! Three streets away from here. It's kind of far to walk. Where are you going?" I asked him. "I'll walk you home." "CARA!" someone shouted. It was Austin. He was on his motorcycle and went to us, "CARLON CALLED. YOUR DAD WAS FUMING MAD RIGHT NOW! YOU NEED TO HURRY, I'LL TAKE YOU HOME."

Just a few minutes of walking and we are now in front of Domlur, the gate is still there but the atmosphere, the surroundings, and the color of Domlur scream doom. We immediately hid in a wooden cart not too far from the gate, we scanned the whole place and it seems pretty quiet and there’s not a single werewolf guarding the gate. Like it wants them to allow hunters to come in. “Easy,” Rendall muttered and slowly stand up. “Rendall! Come back here,” I whispered. I know it is suspicious, but at the same time, I also think that this will be easy. “There’s no guard,” he said as he carefully walks near the gate and scan its lock.