Chapter 49: HUNTER DOESN'T KNEEL TO HIS PREY.

Jojo turned into his Ghost Rider form and took his motorcycle, which transformed with the help of hellfire, into the forest, leaving behind trails of fire. Looking at the scene where Jojo turned into a Ghost Rider and vanished from her sight, Bella stared at the trail of fire.

"What is that?" Bella asked Edward with a shocked face and shaking hands, gripped by fear.

"It's Jojo," Alice answered with a wide smile.

"____"

"That means he's not human," Bella said with a wary smile, thinking she would have a companion in her classmate.

"He's not a normal human; he's a spirit of vengeance. His job is to hunt down sinners, those who commit crimes," Rosalie, who had been angry earlier, spoke with pride about her boyfriend.

Jojo, riding his motorcycle at high speed, exited the forest and hit the road, moving swiftly. Luckily, the road was devoid of any vehicles.

When Jojo approached a settlement where many regular humans resided, he made a sharp turn and followed a small walking path leading to an animal farm.

Jojo stopped his motorcycle outside the animal farmhouse, where the pigs, horses, and sheep were in their respective stables.

"Meh... Meh... Meh..."

"Barks... Barks... Barks..."

"Neigh... Neigh... Neigh..."

...

Seeing Jojo in his Ghost Rider form, the animals started to scream in fear, looking disturbed and moving around frantically, trying to escape from the stable.

"I AM NOT HERE FOR YOU. SO SHUT UP." Jojo turned towards the farm and shook his forefinger, signaling them to quiet down.

Inside the farmhouse...

Some time before...

A gloomy guy with a pale face and long black hair, sporting dark circles under his eyes, wore nothing but shorts.

He sat, drawing strange symbols with a sharp, stone-like structure in his hand.

Behind him, an old man and an old lady were tied up, their legs and hands bound, looking at him with fear in their eyes.

Plasters covered their mouths to prevent them from making any noise.

When the guy finished drawing the strange symbols on the ground, he looked at the small kids before him with an ugly smile on his face.

"You kids are really lucky to become the sacrifice to summon one of the dark gods,"

the man said without any emotion, taking a long butcher knife.

"Now... who wants to be the first?" The man looked at the kids, trying to decide who would be the initial sacrifice.

"Huh... you... you are the luckiest person." The man grabbed one of the kid's hair and dragged him towards the center of the strange symbols.

Vroom...

The man stopped when he heard the engine of a vehicle. He was about to move towards the window.

"You bastard, stopping the sacred ritual at this crucial moment. I will gouge your eyes out of their sockets and offer them to the true gods."

The man's face contorted in an ugly expression.

"Meh... Meh... Meh..."

"Bark... Bark... Bark..."

"Neigh... Neigh... Neigh..."

...

'Ah... why are these animals making these sounds? Can't they see I want to revive the true god of our world?' The man narrowed his eyes.

"I AM NOT HERE FOR YOU. SO SHUT UP."

When he touched the window, his hand froze upon hearing the inhuman voice that sent chills down his spine.

'What is this scary voice?'

The man, with a scared expression, slowly opened the window, searching for the source of the voice.

However, he didn't see anyone out there, except a weird, scary motorcycle burning in fire.

As the man intently looked at the motorcycle, which was on fire, the motorcycle's head turned towards him like a living being.

The man immediately closed the window in fear and walked towards the table where he kept the butcher knife.

"____"

To his surprise, the butcher knife was missing from the table.

"Who took my knife? I swear I will gouge your eyes out of their sockets if you do not give it back." The man started to panic, looking around.

Suddenly, there was a tap on the man's shoulders. He stood frozen when he felt the touch.

Slowly, he turned back to see who touched his shoulders.

"DID YOU JUST SAY SOMETHING ABOUT MY EYES?" Jojo stood before the guy, face to face.

The guy started to panic and began muttering something like an incantation, taking a few steps back.

"#$%%@^&&&******&^%"

Jojo didn't attack him directly because he wanted to understand what power lay behind these evil cults.

The psycho guy breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Jojo was not making any moves towards him.

After he finished muttering those strange incantations, the room began to grow dim, and a putrid smell filled the air.

A purple mist covered the ground, emanating from the guy. Slowly, ghosts of the victims he killed and the kids he sacrificed stood before him.

They didn't possess physical bodies, only spiritual forms.

Seeing this, Jojo felt something was wrong with these ghosts. He had encountered many ghosts and assisted them, but the ghosts standing before him now were different.

They weren't moving or showing any emotions. It was as if they were puppets devoid of feeling.

"Haha..."

The man started to laugh meaningfully.

As the ghosts stood before them and the skeleton monster loomed, both the elders and the kids looked on in fear.

"I don't know what you are, but you made the terrible mistake of giving me enough time to complete my spell. How is it, this power given to me by one of the true gods as a gift? Now, I am invincible."

The man, with a weird grin, walked toward the kid he had dragged to the center of the circle.

"____"

'So those guys behind these evil cults are somehow granting these crazed individuals power to descend on this world. Huh...' Jojo was lost in thought.

Seeing Jojo remain silent for some time, the man grinned even wider, thinking Jojo was scared of him.

"Listen, join us. The true gods will grant you enough power to rule this world." The man pulled the kid's neck and was about to cut his throat with the pocket knife.

"YOU SEE YOU AND YOUR SO-CALLED TRUE GODS ARE JUST PREY. I AM A HUNTER. A HUNTER DOESN'T KNEEL TO HIS PREY." Jojo's voice turned even colder while emitting killing intent towards the psycho guy.

The fire that was blazing on the head of the Ghost Rider suddenly flared fiercely, transforming the cold, dim room into a hot space, while the temperature rose and the killing intent fixated on the psycho guy.

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