Chapter 515 Raku Playing Spawn

Raku quickly dove into Spawn; now he was in Chapter 2. Spawn arrived in the middle of a scorching, wind-whipped desert, and the screen displayed his dialogue: “I feel it… there are other Malebolgia underlings here, ugh…” Spawn clenched his head in visible pain. “It’s really hard to break free from Hell and Malebolgia’s control, but I must find a way. First, I need to eliminate these Malebolgia underlings before they harm any humans so at least I could ease my sin..” The setting felt heavy and tense, and Raku leaned forward, eyes gleaming with excitement, ready to face whatever the desert would throw at him.

Then the stage began. The enemies in this desert stage were mummified horrors, with some burly mummies whose sheer strength made them a real challenge to beat. There were also demon horses galloping through the sands and sinister demon cacti that shot thorny projectiles as spawn enemies. Raku kept his focus sharp as he pressed on through the area. Soon, he picked up a new and bizarre weapon called the “SEX PISTOL REVOLVER” — a gun with massive damage, six guaranteed headshot rounds, and eerie accuracy that never missed. But it came with a brutal drawback: if the player fired just four shots, the next bullet would drain half of the player’s health. Raku, caught up in the chaos of swarming enemies, often forgot this and fired four times out of instinct, especially when four enemies appeared at once. Frustrated, he groaned, “Damn gun! It’s awesome, but it sucks at the same time! Why does it punish me for just four shots, anyway!?”

Despite his grumbling, Raku kept using it. What made it even trickier — the SEX PISTOL couldn’t reload automatically like the other guns; it had to be manually reloaded by pressing L2 + Down, adding extra tension during fights. Still, the weapon packed such a punch, especially against the relentless mummy enemies, that Raku couldn’t resist its power. With determination, he pushed through the chaotic stages, dodging, blasting, and strategizing occasionally dead because of the 4th shot effects, until he finally arrived inside a massive, throne-like room, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was coming next.

A figure emerged from the shadows. “You… Hellspawn General… you should be serving Lord Malebolgia! Yet you… you betray his grace!” Spawn let out a cold snort, “Unlike you, I’m not grateful to him. Stay dead, you mummy bastard.”

Then the boss fight began: the boss was called Imhothep, Lord of the Mummies. Imhothep summoned an army of mummies that would explode on impact, forcing Raku to carefully manage Spawn’s distance to avoid massive damage. “Damn, it’s such a hassle! I can’t use melee here!” Raku muttered, frustration mixed with determination. He kept spamming the SEX PISTOL, dodging between waves of mummies, and occasionally unleashed a magic Necroplasm Blast and a new spell called Necroplasm Barrage, which fired rapid small projectiles of Necroplasm magic at enemies like machine-gun fire. The screen lit up with chaos, but Raku’s grin only widened.

Halfway through the fight, Raku didn’t realize that his Necroplasm Bar was almost full. By the time he noticed, it maxed out — and the game froze. “What! Oh shit, I forgot about the Necroplasm Bar!” he blurted. On the screen, Spawn was violently yanked into Hell, shackled in thick chains as his mind and sanity crumbled away. The text flashed: Spawn had fully fallen, becoming a true Hellspawn and serve Malebogia with Devotion. Across the screen, bold letters appeared: “Game Over.” Raku leaned back with a groan, rubbing his face. “Shit! So that’s what happens… I really need to increase my Necroplasm Bar next time.”

Then he restarted the game and faced Imhothep again. This time, he carefully managed his Necroplasm Bar, watching it like a hawk. When Imhothep’s minions were finally wiped out, the boss stepped forward, "YOU WILL PERISH HELLSPAWN!" unleashing waves of dark magic and swirling sand attacks. Raku dodged with precision, striking back with the SEX PISTOL and Necroplasm Chain. But in the heat of the moment, he forgot the SEX PISTOL rule — firing four quick shots before dodging. “Oh shit! I forgot!” he shouted as the cursed bullet slammed into Spawn, wiping him out instantly. “Damn gun! I forgot, shit!” Raku smacked his forehead with a laugh, both annoyed and entertained by his slip-up.

Raku tried again, this time carefully managing his SEX PISTOL revolver and Necroplasm Bar. Finally, after a tense and focused fight, he defeated Imhothep. On screen, Imhothep trembled in text: “N… NO! I don’t want to die again! Lord Malebolgia, help me!” Spawn raised his hand, preparing a surge of Necroplasm energy to erase him — but suddenly, a red bullet shot clean through Spawn’s head and into Imhothep’s, causing a massive explosion that wiped Imhothep from existence. Spawn spun around, eyes narrowing. There stood a cowboy on a black shadow horse with glowing red eyes, his head is Skull wreathed in dark flames. Spawn said in text “It’s you again… what’s the meaning of this, Cowboy From Hell — Flint Hellwood?” Spawn muttered. Flint smirked in text, “I’m saving your ass, Hellspawn. If you’d tried erasing Imhothep with Necroplasm, he would’ve absorbed it and maybe even dragged your Boss Malebolgia here.” Spawn exhaled sharply, “He’s not my boss, but… thanks.” Flint let out a low laugh, “Didn’t know you were this polite the rumors said you are an asshole. Anyway, thanks for thinning out those mummies. They were a pain, and my bullets are precious. See you around, Hellspawn.” With a grin, Flint kicked his steed, riding off into the sky in a streak of red flame.

Raku’s eyes lit up, “Oh my god! That Flint guy is so cool! I’m really curious about his backstory with Spawn — so cool!” he murmured with a grin, shaking his head in amazement. He then settled back in, eyes locked on the screen, and continued playing.

In the third stage, Spawn ventured into a dense, eerie forest where he needed to hunt down Belphegor’s apostle, a twisted creature infamous for devouring humans. Also in this stage, Raku picked up an exciting new weapon called:

Name: "Butcher Will" Demon Cleaver
Attack: 70–91
Rarity: Special
Special Abilities: Contains special abilities when charged; the attack will increase depending on how many demons are killed by this ability.

Lore: This was the cleaver of a butcher who battled countless demons after his family was slaughtered by Belphegor. Though the butcher ultimately perished, he left his mark by wounding Belphegor’s belly with this very cleaver — a scar that fueled legends and whispers among demon kind and not anybody can wield this Cleaver one must prove his capabilities as Demon Hunter to unleash this Cleaver Full Potential.

This cleaver was a melee weapon with a charged attack that unleashed a slash of red energy at enemies, though it came with the drawback of raising the Necroplasm Bar upon use. While its range couldn’t quite match the Necroplasm Chain, it delivered satisfying, heavy hits up close. Raku weighed his options and decided to stick with it, drawn by the fact that the weapon’s strength scaled with the number of demons he’d slain — making it a truly rewarding choice for players who liked risk and payoff in the long run.

Raku continued through the stage. The enemies were grotesque, big-mouthed creatures and mischievous small imps that summoned hulking flesh golems, making the fights chaotic and intense he also focus increasing Butcher Will damage. Finally, after battling through wave after wave, he faced Belphegor’s apostle, Sicko Avocado — a grotesquely obese man in an avocado shirt with the word "I Love Avocado" with a gaping demon mouth in his belly. As the boss appeared, he roared, “I’m hungry! You should taste good, Hellspawn!” Spawn snorted and replied coolly in text, “Not today, fatso.”

The boss itself: Sicko would attempt to absorb the player, forcing quick dashes in the opposite direction to escape. He hurled fireballs and fire bombs from his grotesque belly mouth, and at times unleashed a stream of searing flame. Sicko couldn’t be harmed from the front; the player had to slip and jump behind him to deal damage. Projectiles fired from the front were useless — Sicko would simply absorb them with a gurgling laugh. If Spawn got too close, Sicko would lunge and bite, knocking Spawn backward and leaving him open. The fight demanded patience, sharp reflexes, and careful observation to survive.

Raku struggled a bit, gritting his teeth through every retry, but after dozens of determined attempts, he finally defeated Sicko! “Damn! This guy is so tough!” he exclaimed, breathless but thrilled. Sicko then exploded while shouting "I'M SKINNY!" in a grotesque burst of green and orange energy, his grotesque form obliterated and gone for good, leaving behind a shower of pixelated fragments and an adrenaline rush that made Raku grin in triumph.

Then, just as Spawn was about to leave, his path was blocked by crackling blue flames. Spawn’s eyes narrowed in surprise. “Satan flames!? Is Satan here!?” But from the flames stepped a Japanese male with long ears, dressed in sleek black EXO gear, wielding a gleaming katana. He pointed it at Spawn. “You can’t go anywhere, Hellspawn General.” Spawn looks at the person who is speaking, recognizing the figure. “Oh, it’s the infamous Satan’s human son, Rin Okumura.” Rin gritted his teeth, raising his katana with fire dancing along its edge. “Don’t you dare say that to me! I’ll be the one to kill Satan!” Spawn let out a dry chuckle. “Kill Satan? So, you’re planning to kill your own father? What are you, Luke Skywalker?” Rin’s hands trembled, his body erupting in blazing blue flames. “That’s it! I only wanted to capture you — but you’re dead now!” With a roar, Rin slashed his sword, sparks flying as Spawn blocked with his cape. “Oh great,” Spawn muttered, bracing himself. 

Raku laughed, “Hahaha! A Star Wars reference!? Wait, doesn’t ZAGE not own that franchise? Will they get in trouble? Eh, whatever, hehehe.” With a grin, he turned his attention back to the screen, fully absorbed once more.

Then the boss fight began. The boss name “Rin Okumura The Blue Exorcist” Rin slashed his sword at Spawn, and while cloaked in blue flames, he was invulnerable. But after each assault, his blue flames flickered out briefly — that was Spawn’s chance to strike. At first, Rin was fairly easy. “Well, this guy’s a breeze,” Raku muttered with a smirk. But when Rin’s health dropped to half, he roared, burning through more of his power and enveloping himself in gleaming blue flame armor. Raku chuckled in awe, “Wow, that’s so cool.” Suddenly, a graceful, striking nun appeared before Rin, she's wielding EXO nun attire and this time it fully concealed her body but her presence commanded the room. Rin immediately ceased his flame dropping to one knee. “Ualac-san,” he murmured with deep respect.

Meanwhile, Raku’s eyes widened. “Another nun!? But this time she’s like a proper nun… unlike the previous one, Bertha…” Spawn instinctively stepped back, sharp eyes narrowing as he thought, This one… powerful demon! Ualac gave a soft, knowing chuckle. “You must be thinking this one’s a powerful demon? right, Mr. Hellspawn? Well, you’re correct. I am a demon — but not by choice. And now, I live sworn to protect people from demonic influence, walking a line most fear to tread.”

Spawn was surprised; he asked, “H-How… how did you break free from demon influence?” Ualac gave a calm, almost teasing smile and replied, “Well, if you want to find out, come to EXO HQ. I’ll be waiting for you — if you dare.”

Then she looked at Rin with a playful smile. "Well, Rin, you’re really brave coming here to fight the Hellspawn without orders, fufufu." Rin’s face went pale as he stammered, "I... I... Ualac-san! Please forgive me!" Spawn thought to himself, Damn, even Satan’s son is afraid of her... what’s her deal, anyway? Ualac turned her gaze back to Spawn with a soft smile. "Anyway, Hellspawn General, see you later." With a gentle chuckle and a graceful motion, she reached out, and in a flash of light, she and Rin vanished, leaving only a faint shimmer hanging in the air.

Meanwhile, Spawn stayed still on the spot. EXO HQ… they’re a group of exorcists, that’s what they call themselves. They’re mostly good people, often taking in those who were tricked into gaining demonic power. And they always want to recruit me. But since I keep refusing, things have gotten… tense between us. Not exactly hostile, but definitely not friendly. Still… Come to EXO HQ, huh? Might be worth a try. If they want to fight, fine. But I’ll need a wild card. With a low breath, Spawn vanished in a flicker of shadow, teleporting back to the desert. On the screen, the words appeared: “Chapter 3 Finish.”

Raku groaned, “Damn! The story’s getting more intense! What’s stage 4!?” Just then, a sharp knock echoed from his door. “RAKU! You better eat! Or I’ll smack those game things of yours!” his mom’s voice rang out. Raku paled, glancing at the clock — 14:00! He had been playing for hours without noticing. Shit! I didn’t realize the time! he thought, heart racing a little. Quickly, he called out, “Okay, Mom! I’m gonna eat!” With a grin, he saved the game carefully, eyes lingering on the screen. Heheh, just wait… I’ll be back, Spawn!

To be continued