MOBA Game Apocalypse-Chapter 73: Adam vs. The Limbcrusher

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Adam vs. The Limbcrusher
You didn’t really think this through, did you, Adam? This is pathetic. You sat back down, thinking you can actually do something.
More so than the pain of having his arm crushed, the voice that echoed inside his skull drowned him. Some of his fractured bones were already sticking out of his skin, tiny bits of blood dripping from them... and yet he couldn’t really feel them.
Always wanting to act like a hero. Always thinking you can save people. Look at you now—weak, pathetic, worthless. What kind of hero can’t even protect himself? What? You think you’re not doing this to be a hero?
Adam gritted his teeth, the pain finally radiating through his shoulder and neck as he glanced at his shattered arm.
You stayed for those women in the cells. You threw away your chance to escape. And for what? So you could get tortured and killed by this psychopath? Some hero you are. You—
He clicked his tongue, silencing the voice inside his head. And then, with his free arm, Adam swung wildly at Susan’s face. His fist cut through the air, but that was it.
"Aww, how cute!" Susan caught his wrist effortlessly, her fingers wrapping around it tighter than the chains they restrained him with ever were. "You’re still trying to fight back!"
She squeezed until his bones creaked, but she didn’t break it this time. She just let both his arms go and shoved him backward. Adam stumbled, his mangled arm hanging useless at his side.
"You’re really trying to fight?" Susan tilted her head, watching him with amusement. "I don’t know if you’re desperate, stupid, or just not right in the head."
She didn’t follow up immediately, just stood there savoring his pained expression. Adam used the moment to angle himself carefully—his crushed arm was already beginning to heal behind his back, bones grinding as they realigned. He couldn’t let her see that.
His thoughts spiraled through dozens of scenarios, replacing his self-deprecating thoughts with something useful.
Well
, if there was something useful, that is.
Rush her while she’s distracted. Target her joints. Use the environment against her. Create distance and—
Nothing. Every plan crumbled against the simple fact that she was faster, stronger, and nearly invulnerable to him. He could think of elaborate strategies, desperate gambits, impossible feints.
He couldn’t think of something that would allow him to win against her. His so-called "Adam Special" was not going to work against her, too.
Even with thoughts of only losing, however, never once did the thought of running away cross his mind. Not once.
Those women were still chained in their cells.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Susan said after watching him for several more seconds, "Then I guess I’ll have to make my own fun."
She vanished from Adam’s sight, again.
This time, however, Adam moved even though he couldn’t follow her movements. He stepped forward and spun, his leg whipping up high. And his instincts was right—his boot connected solidly with the side of Susan’s head. Right at her temple.
"Oh!" Susan’s head tilted slightly from the impact, but she just snorted and laughed at his attack while effortlessly turning her head straight.
"Look at that!" She chuckled. "You’ve got some fight in you after all!"
Adam lightly groaned and pulled his leg back, but Susan’s hand shot up and grabbed his ankle before he could even back away.
"Too bad it won’t matter."
A loud crunch whispered in the air as Susan casually crushed his ankle, snapping his bones like a twig. Adam’s scream tore through the dungeon as she shoved him away again.
He hit the wall and slumped to the ground, both his arm and leg broken, but still somehow managing to balance himself.
"Look at you," Susan purred, circling him slowly. "How are you still standing, little puppy? I have to say, I’m really starting to like you. How about you just join my gang, hm? You can have a taste of this."
She grabbed both her breasts and slightly stuck out her tongue. "You’ll never fi—"
She froze, however, when she heard Adam scoff. She looked at his face, only to see a look of disgust painted on it.
"Huh?" Susan’s eyebrow raised. "What’s with that look? You don’t like what you see? You know what, you should have just laid low, little boy. One more level up and you would’ve been a Hero. Too bad that’s never going to happen now—because I just decided I will kill you."
Adam looked at her for a long moment, then sighed quietly. He shook his head, and then casually stood up straight.
Susan narrowed her eyes at this.
"Huh. Are veterans really that durable?" She frowned, studying him more carefully. "I remember being a lot more fragile when I was still a creep."
Her eyes drifted to his arm—the one she’d crushed moments earlier. It hung straight and normal at his side, showing no signs of damage.
"What the hell?" She looked at his leg too, completely healed. Then her gaze moved upward, staring at the blue halo floating above his head. "You’re not a Hero."
Her voice lowered.
"What are you?"
Adam didn’t answer. He just stared back at her, his eyes empty and calm.
Susan’s confusion curdled into irritation. "I don’t like being ignored, little boy."
She disappeared from view once more. This time she came at him head-on, her stone hand reaching for his skull.
"You’re starting to creep me out," she whispered as her fingers closed around his head.
And with a sharp twist, she casually snapped his neck.
The crack echoed through the stone chamber like a gunshot. Adam’s body instantly went limp, falling against her before sliding down to the floor lifelessly.
Susan stood over his corpse for several moments, squinting down at him with suspicion.
"What are these vets eating?" She scoffed while shaking her head. "Tch... I didn’t get anything from him. Fuck."
She turned to leave, feeling something would be amiss if she stayed. And she was right—because before she could even take a single step, something grabbed her ankle.
"Huh...?" Slowly, she looked down.
Adam’s fingers were wrapped around her ankle, his grip was weak... but it was there.
"What the fuck?"