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She knew the smile was the demon’s doing, not Rave’s. “Uh, oh,” Ralin muttered. Leesa turned her head and saw Ralin was facing the opposite direction. She spun around to see what had caused her son’s concern. A stream of furry brown rats was clamoring up over the edge of the outcropping and scrambling toward them. Like the crows, they seemed ill-formed. Dominic’s shield only protected them from above, not from the ground. As she watched, the column of rats grew wider and wider. There were hundreds of the horrid things. She could hear their tiny claws scratching upon the stone as they raced closer. Their eyes glowed red.

A tall and a short with wears cloak that covers their faces, and one wears a plague mask. "Doctor, the rats have grown larger since you feed them upon the mountainous corpse at the mountains." the shorter one in a cloak says. "But of course, every one of us has a role to play. Even in death, the Chief and his Hand will serve nutrients for my pets." the Doctor says as he places a rat the size of a cat on the table. The rat heard the Doctor whistling and followed her commands. She then commands the rat to attack the two other members at the table.

The entire pile of sliced pieces of the bat fell over the ground, making quite the bloody scene. Chaos quickly glanced at his soul but found not many changes. It seemed that this much attack didn't reduce the density or mass of his soul, thankfully. After the slaughter, which also included another monster named Chaos Poisonous Fang Rat, Chaos decided to eat up everything. The Wyrms were the tastiest, their meat was red and tender, the blood was just as sweet as he liked it as well, and when grilled, their taste multiplied. The bats were tough, but they were still somewhat enjoyable. And lastly, the rats were not so big, so Chaos ate them in a single bite.

Mr. Ronald has not grown much in these 5 years. He has just grown a small beard,which is stylish and sort of suits him. He is again sitting in his lab with a crate full of new rats as the old ones have been wasted. A couple of notebooks are there . He is experimenting something and writing it in his notebook from time to time . The sun is setting low and a few birds are there to be seen. The sky is orange with a tinge of blue in it. It looks beautiful but Mr. Ronald is quite busy to look at such 'nonsense' (for him it is).

I let a beat of silence pass before continuing. "A rat. Sitting at the head of our council this entire time, feeding information to the very people sworn to destroy everything the rest of us built." Something flickered behind his composed expression at that, then it was gone almost as fast as it appeared. "Do you have any idea," I continued, my voice dropping lower, "what we do to rats in Russia?" I described it to him then, in careful, unhurried detail. The way his stomach would be opened and his entrails would be pulled out and strung up for all to see.

She nodded and asked him about his mission. She really wasn't expecting for Yman to acquire such a quest. After all, rats were a very hated pest. They were gross and scary. Yeah, they have fluffy fur, but they were not cute to pet. Well, depending on rats though. Since there were rats also that looks cute like a highbred hamster. Highbred hamsters intentionally bred for petting purposes. But the thing was, Yman took the quest about the Evil Rats! Those Evil Rats were hideous looking with the body as big as normal pigs. And their mouths were dripping with greenish saliva that contains poison. And those pointed teeth outside its mouth, well, scary and gross when it bites you.

Different goodies that rats delighted in were placed on his stomach to attract the rats. There were specially trained rats in the armoury that were employed each time he wanted to give someone that kind of punishment. The fat rats were released to feed on the food on his belly. The rats would quickly jump onto him and begin to feed on the food. And they would also dig into his stomach since they were cannibalistic. They ate human flesh and revelled in it.

"Where the hell did such a huge rat come from? And why are its eyes red?" Nobody answered him. Even cockroaches had grown as thick as two fingers now. A giant red-eyed rat wasn't that hard to imagine anymore. Cola strutted proudly around the apartment, inspecting every corner while leaving fresh scent marks behind. The three of them froze, then slowly turned to look at Nicole. Nicole rubbed her nose awkwardly. "Red-eyed rats are afraid of dogs. Cola's marking territory to protect you guys." Dogs marking their territory with urine was nothing new to them.

A business like theirs would usually have long-term cooperation with some social loafers. In less than 10 minutes, Fatty, who had a "deep" cooperation with Honey’s Car Dealership, arrived with three tattooed gangsters. As the name implied, Fatty was a very fat guy. He was about 1.62 m tall and his butt took up at least half of his body, so when he walked, he looked like a f*cking dwarf!

"Ice Shield!" BOOMMM… "Ugh!" Both of them were thrown onto the surface of the sea. The little rat saw that both of them were helpless, immediately jumped and changed its form when it saw that the four-armed demon was about to attack again. The form with black wings and a large little rat body surprised everyone who saw it. Boomm.. ARRRRRRR! "This?" "Devourer! An ancient beast that can devour anything in its path. Gluttonous rat! So it still exists." The four-armed demon said.