THE UNKNOWN FEAR~

Inside the passage, George, who had completely lost his mind in fear, was desperately trying to find the way he entered the third underground floor. He was holding his breath as the entire floor was the aftermath of a massacre, filled with dried bodies, the stench of death, and dust. "Why, why, why won't it open? How did I open it while entering? Open, open!" he muttered frantically, beating his hands against the wall.

Suddenly, someone's hand came from behind and covered his mouth. He was scared to his bones and trembled, trying to shout. "Shhh, you want to die?" It was Rita, who calmed him down and helped him come to his senses. They somehow arrived at one of the channels out of 140 on the ground floor, which was already filled with bodies and could not be compared to two hours ago. Their legs moved on their own as they saw the light on the other side of the exit.

"He he heeee, it was so cute to watch you guys. For every emotion, for everything, I thank you from the bottom of my conscience. Now, do you have a heart?" A man with his face covered by bandages said while bowing and holding something near his stomach.

"This is the line you use to show gratitude, right? But I don't seem to have this heart part in me that you use in the statement, so I am looking for those. Will you give those to me? You see this devil in my hand? He was so sincere when I asked for his; he handed it to me in return for leaving his partner intact..." He continued to speak to the two heads without bodies while showing them the head of Etir and his partner. He fell silent the next moment and bowed down toward them. "Thank you for your heart," he said, extending his arm that made mechanical sounds and changed its shape to a sharp blade-like object, about to cut their bodies.

But a rain of arrows came from his back, which he barely sensed and jumped above, followed by a coordinated attack from above by Rurit with a long katana, smashing him to the ground. Before he could gather his thoughts, he scrambled toward the direction of his wife, desperation driving him. But when he reached her, his heart sank into an abyss of disbelief. The sight before him stole the breath from his lungs—her head lay on the cold ground, lifeless and still.

Kneeling beside her, tears streamed down his cheeks as he gently cradled her face in his trembling hands. The warmth of her skin was a cruel reminder of what was lost. "Didn't you say you would outlive me?" he muttered, while water ran from his nose and eyes.

"May Fula embrace you in her warm shelter," he whispered, his voice breaking as he pressed his forehead against hers, wailing in agony. Time stood still as he sat there, enveloped in sorrow, the weight of his grief heavy in the air. In that moment, all that remained was the memory of her laughter and the promise of love, now shattered amidst the chaos.

Someone walked from the front of Rurit as he was still busy wailing. "This one was a good fighter for a devil," said another person with glowing white skin and black hair, almost similar to a human. "It has been more than 500 years since I last filled myself like this. Hey, 745-465, think you should stand up, or I may take him," he finished his sentence while throwing a dried body of Tenn towards the 745-465 who had just cut with a katana. In the next instant, the old man's head fell to the ground cut by claws, by a long arm stretching of 465 while 745-465 was still lying on the ground. He stood up. "That attack almost got my veins, and I told you, don't call me by that ugly number. I am Shuber," he said while spinning the head of Etir and shaking another hand covered in blood.

In another passage of the building, people were running in the opposite direction to which Stark was running for a while, shouting, "Dwart, Pho, Mlue, Mihak, anyone?" until he reached the staircase and started to climb it to where he had hidden his Gtoken, crossing the whole road covered in blood and bodies until he finally saw it. But a whip-like thing threw him back. "What was that for, you bastard?" he shouted while groaning, but not much time was given to him to think as another whip came toward him. He quickly moved out of its way. The destructive power and sharpness of this one were much more than the last one. "Why do you resist so much?" a person with long hair like a woman, with both hands stretched out like a whip with mechanical joints in between, which completely scared the shit out of Stark. "Aaaaa, I have not done anything to you, so why?" he asked with a scared face. "...I pity you, only if you were not the prey," it said and started swinging both of them toward him. "Shit," Stark complained and took out his machete, trying to cut her whip-like hand, but it was reflected back with only a few scratches. He dashed inside while dodging her attacks and tried to attack the main body, but she fell back. "You seem calmer than you appear," it replied while grabbing one of the bodies holding a pickaxe lying near her and injected her whip inside him.

A memory started flashing before Stark’s eyes.

"Ahmm, Stark, so you know right that my birthday is tomorrow. It is not like I am asking for anything in particular; it is just to let you know. I know it is not that you will just come empty-handed shamelessly without preparing anything. It is just to let you know," Butas said.

The next day, "Have a long life," everyone greeted Butas on his 20th birthday. "Here, I only eat half of it," Vel said, giving a very large piece of dumpling to Butas that was half-eaten. "Here, it is my only Luna Vela’s branded jeans. I didn’t wear it even once since I bought it. You can have it," Gigi said, standing naked but with a heart full of giving. One by one, others followed, presenting Butas with gifts that held their own unique stories and sentiments.

Stark, munching shamelessly on a dumpling, looked genuinely surprised. "It was really your birthday?" he asked, his face a mix of astonishment and admiration. Butas looked back at him, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Don’t look at me like that. Here, I was only joking," Stark said, pulling out a mining tool wrapped in a haphazard manner. "That’s a custom-made tool from Ryuichi Sukasa himself. It almost took all my savings," he complained. Butas said, "At least buy me a blade."

"You don’t want it? Give it back to me then," Stark stretched his hand, but Butas clutched the tool tighter. "You really are shameless, taking back the present," Butas teased, and they shared a laugh.

Stark gritted his teeth. "You bitcccchhh, how dare you kill my brother!" Stark shouted, throwing the machete toward her eyes, which she grabbed instantly between her whip-like hands. But stark delivered a heavy kick to her stomach, snatching back the machete and cutting her brow, but was eventually grabbed by one of her whips. "I definitely got her brow, but why?" Stark was confused to see that the cut did not affect her in any way, and neither did the blood coming out. "Aah," he groaned in pain as she pierced her whip into him. "Tch, you will pay for the damage with your blood, you devil," she said and started sucking his blood like a mosquito. Very soon, she made Stark look like a thin person and kept going on. She noticed pieces of the wall flying toward her with her keen sense and quickly jumped aside, with the whole wall breaking. Her partner, 745-400, was knocked to the wall with all the mechanical joints wrecked and some veins leaking blood.

[confirmed information] it seems that each of these Creatures with unique number have their mouth (organ though which they extract blood or anything) in different or similar places. all of these creatures revealed till now have their mouth specialized for combat.