God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 510: Rescued?

The freshly summoned creature hurled itself into the path, but Gabriel's fist smashed straight through it, refusing to decelerate.

Meat exploded outward. Bones splintered apart. The form crumbled completely under the immense power.

That fist pressed onward, coming to a halt just inches away from the summoner's face.

The gust generated by the blow alone battered the man fiercely, whipping his robes with sharp cracks.

Gabriel's arm quivered briefly right in front of him, a trail of blood trickling down from the shredded muscles of his shoulder. Despite this, the sheer menace radiating from that fist made the blindfolded man fully aware of how near death had brushed.

Slightly, the summoner's chin rose. He refused to glance downward. Turning his eyes from Gabriel at that moment would spell certain doom. Wounded as he was, the figure before him still emanated an oppressive aura that rendered any escape attempt hopelessly sluggish.

Several seconds passed with neither making a move.

Night breeze swept between them, bearing the stench of venom, gore, and mangled flesh.

Gabriel's fingers clenched briefly, blood pattering from his palm. "You are lucky I need you alive."

Before they could stir once more, a piercing whistle sliced the darkness as an arrow hurtled forth.

Fwish!

Fired from behind, it zeroed in on the summoner's skull. Black Star had prepared a failsafe, just as before. Should the mission sour, the compromised asset would be swiftly terminated.

The blindfolded man detected it far too late.

Gabriel sensed it clearly.

With his exceptional senses, even the arrow's blistering pace seemed sluggish to him. A casual wave of his hand unleashed a heavy surge of mana, batting the shaft aside before it reached its mark.

"I expected this," Gabriel muttered, a chilly smirk twisting his lips.

"Grizzlenaught."

The earth beside them shuddered and waved.

The colossal ghostly bear erupted upward in an instant, its enormous paw clamping onto the summoner before he could twitch, yanking him down into the soil. The feat unfolded in under a second. One blink, he stood there; the next, he and the summon had vanished underground.

Gabriel whirled toward the arrow's source. Atop a far-off rooftop, he glimpsed the shadowy form of the bowman already shifting for another position.

His frame trembled more violently now.

Regardless, he stooped low, snatched a shattered rock from the dirt, and tested its weight in his grip. Rough-edged and fist-sized, the stone was smeared with mud and blood.

Gabriel cocked his arm back.

His entire body howled in agony from every fiber. Sight hazed for a moment, blood spilling from his elbow. Nothing halted him. Eyes fixed on the archer's spot, he launched it.

Like a cannon shot, the stone blasted through the sky.

BANG!

A heavy thud reverberated from afar.

The archer's cranium burst open on contact, the corpse crumpling immediately without a chance for one last volley. Clean through the head it pierced, the rock sailing further still.

Gabriel held his stance for one more second.

Absolute carnage surrounded him. Mangled summons. Blood soaking everything. Splintered earth and shredded turf. Icy night wind skimmed his skin, though his body hardly felt it any longer.

Adrenaline's final rush started to ebb.

His legs buckled beneath him. Vision swam worse.

Gabriel willed himself to remain erect, fumbling into his inventory where his fingers rifled past potion vials, scrolls, and gear. A single health potion—that's all he required. Just one.

Fingers skimmed various objects, yet before seizing the correct flask, his heavily bleeding legs finally failed.

All faded to darkness.

...

Bright light assaulted him the instant his eyes fluttered open.

Repeated blinks fought to dispel the foggy veil over his sight. A tall, spotless ceiling arched above, bathed in gentle daylight streaming from wide windows nearby. The broad bed cradling him felt luxuriously soft, unlike anything in ages.

Gabriel lay motionless awhile, thoughts still clouded.

A quick look downward showed his armor missing.

Fresh bandages swathed his wounds, a light herbal scent filling the air. Dry sheets enveloped him. Warmth permeated the space comfortably. Nearby, the soft drip of water echoed faintly off the walls.

His head turned a bit as he scanned the area.

This chamber dwarfed his old hotel room. Curtains parted midway, allowing muted light. A chair waited bedside. Further away, a table held linens, vials, and a shallow basin.

Gabriel's eyebrows knitted together.

Last clear memory: blacking out with bloody hands amid Black Star corpses. Blank after that.

No steps sounded. No chatter. Nothing revealed his saviors or their reasons.

Slightly, he stirred upon the bed.

Pain struck immediately, keen enough to halt him in his tracks. His condition had improved somewhat from earlier, yet it wasn't completely mended. The one who patched him up had merely ensured his survival and stability. Nothing further.

Gabriel breathed out softly and glanced toward the door.

An idea flickered through his mind.

Was it possible... this was the exact castle he'd infiltrated just before?

Considering the lavish surroundings and the battlefield's nearness to the castle, it stood as the sole logical conclusion.

"But if they found me impersonating Darius Aston... shouldn’t I at least be restrained?" he pondered, his eyes moving to his arms.

At that instant, the door creaked open.

The noise was faint, yet in the hushed room, it rang out sharply, seizing all notice. A silhouette entered, holding a folded towel in one hand. Hallway light outlined it briefly before the door swung wider.

"Scarlet?" Gabriel blurted out as the figure stepped fully into sight.

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