SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 28: Rage And Payback

*CRACK!* *CRACK!*

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Someone yelled.

Someone was hurt.

It wasn’t Sherry. It wasn’t Syril. It was... Finn, the Bone Manipulator.

How?

When the dust had obscured sight, Syril had found a way to the strong ability user’s back with his own improved senses.

Finn couldn’t register, the dust was too much for him to see, and Syril had surreptitiously moved behind him before he could register what happened.

Syril found the sharp edges of the Manipulation’s whips, snapped them easily with his heightened strength and drove what now looked like calciferous daggers into the goon.

Without mercy, without remorse, with blazing rage, Syril pushed the pointed bone until it came out on Finn’s other side, protruding from his anterior.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Finn screamed sufferingly, collapsing on his knees as he sought something to hold, something to clasp as two holes on his body continually gushed his own blood.

"You... BASTARD! HOW DID YOU?! THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN IMPOSSIBLE TO BREAK FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU!" Finn managed to scream, worsening his already severe condition.

Spencer, the Manipulator’s aide, found words hard to utter. He was the first to go down, and now, his own boss who he looked up to had also been downed by the same person who should have been impossible not to overcome, a mere teenager who should never be this powerful.

He could only watch, watch his own boss being defeated from his pinned position.

The smoke had almost fully dissipated, and the mess of debris, groceries, wooden slabs, and all other kinds of wreckages in the store was vivid.

Finn was on his knees, staring into the darkened eyes of the teenager whose malignant intent didn’t seem like it was fading.

"Tell ME! Who the fuck are you?! There’s no way you’re related to that pathetic MILF behind you!" Finn dared to inquire, his emotions and pain combining into a complexity he didn’t understand.

Syril chuckled, two dry snorts before he erupted into a humorless laughter, almost maniacal.

His anger wasn’t quenched.

"You were the one who assumed wrongly. You made terrible mistakes today..." Syril replied, his voice seeming distant, like he he was speaking through another medium.

That was rage.

Finn’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, his face contorting with disgust.

Like a last effort, a desperate resort, Finn raised his right hand... Despite his failing energy, despite his depleting mana reserve, he forced his mind and body to create an insanely hard, razor bone spear and shot it with all of the energy he could muster.

The spear exploded out of his hand with so much force and speed, homing with fatal or rather murderous intent.

Syril didn’t flinch, didn’t shake. He had expected this. He hadn’t let his guard down a bit.

He caught the spear by its center with just one hand.

The speed should have made it difficult. The pointedness should have made it challenging.

Yet, Syril did the unthinkable.

He caught it with just a hand.

As he held the spear in the air, he grinned at the messy figure on the floor. A dark grin that made the creator of the death spear tremble.

The color on Finn’s face faded further. His lips quivered uselessly, his palms glistening with sweat that had nothing to do with heat, but everything to do with fear.

He looked well into those dark eyes. He wasn’t a kid. He wasn’t an unknowledgeable teenager. He was a demon! A demon teen with absurd level of power.

He realized too late.

Syril snapped the bone like a twig, furtherly shocking the bleeding adult on the ground.

"You never learn..."

That was all Finn heard before a guttural yeel ripped from his throat again.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Syril had once again drove the creator’s creation into the creator.

*Sorry for the word-play. Not really. Hehehe!*

Syril bored a dark gaze into the Manipulator’s face, holding in place the sharp objects he pushed into the Manipulator’s thighs.

"Your next creation will go into your head," Syril threatened.

Then surprisingly, realizing his costly mistake, the thirty-year-old adult did the unthinkable.

He started begging.

"I’m sorry... Please... Please, forgive me.... Truly, I made a mistake! I’ll never..." The words rushed out like torrents.

Howbeit, Syril turned deaf ears.

"It’s time to pay for your sins. I promised you’d do that." Syril said rather lowly, in a tone that was almost inaudible but intimidating.

Syril picked the trembling right-hand of the Bone Manipulator.

"I know your ability is related to this, but everyone has limitations... Heal if you want to, but I know your reserve will soon be emptied."

"Please... What are—what are you ta-talking about? Please, spare my life... I promise... I promise... I will never come back. I will never dream of doing this again! I don’t know about that skinny bag there, but I’ll never make this mistake again!!!" Finn pleaded selfishly, forgetting his long-time aide who had been through thick and thin with him.

"You haven’t learnt your lessons..." Syril replied with five simple words before his punishment began.

That dark hunger for vengeance was still lurking in his eyes, unsatisfied.

And Syril was going to feed em.

He started with the goon’s right thumb.

"For barging into this store with hurtful intent," Syril said before twisting the adult’s thumb and snapping.

The bone yielded without effort, cracking under overwhelming pressure.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The reaction was instant. An intense, deafening wail that testified to the adult’s excruciating pain.

Syril didn’t stop. No, he was far from done. He continued with the next finger.

"For unrightfully taking what does not belong to you."

*CRACK!*

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PLEASE..."

"For harming Sherry, the shop owner."

*CRACK!*

"AHHHHHH! PLEASE, I’M... AHHHHHH!"

"For desecrating Sherry’s body, inappropriately touching the shop owner!" His voice broke when he said this one. This one... It hurt more than he thought.

"AHHHHHHHHHH! PLEASH!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Every scream, every plea, all of the vain utterances, couldn’t stop Syril. Finn Sholman could almost see his own life flashing before his very eyes.

He was broken beyond repair. His body was still profusely oozing blood, his eyes bulging from every yell, his bones constantly breaking by a figure he had made a terrible mistake of underestimating...

"For destruction of the goods and furniture in the store!"

*CRACK!*

"FUCKKKKKKKKK! I’M GONNA DIE!!!!"

"Not yet. You have more to pay for," Syril replied without even batting his eyelids.

Again, he was unsatisfied. Far from done.

"For cau..." Syril was about to continue the process when a sharp voice echoed behind him.

"Enough!"

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