The rancid and stenchy smell coming from the bottle dungeon was enough to fend them off and push them away from learning the truth.
Vinyl's accurate inspection was enough for Cleoantra to not push further into the matter.
"Let's go back. I can't bear the disgusting smell any longer."
"Oh, I'm glad you thought of that! I was thinking you'd choose to stay there forever! Anyway, don't worry about Hubert. He'll eventually come back."
"I'm not worried about him. What I'm worried about is the task he's
assigned to do."
Vinyl and Cleoantra reported back to King Estaroth upon further inspecting the person whom they were sure to be Invictus.
They then went back to complete their mission given to them by the king himself.
***
A day in Haven City would not go by without people shedding blood, fighting among themselves, hurting each other, and stealing even from their friends.
People barely experience peace in Haven City beca
All possible escape routes had been blocked by the party, creating three duos, and cautiously making their way near the house.A lamp faintly lit the whole house, emitting the same scary vibe to it after the death of the massacred family."Rumors have it that people would hear footsteps of kids running around inside the house.""Stop it. You're just scaring yourself."Being scared of the dead and people who are alive have a clear difference in them. One thing is you won't be able to see ghosts unless you're an esper whilst you always see a person in the flesh."A man who has a knife in his hand and is ready to kill shouldn't be acting like a coward just because you've heard rumors of ghosts.""But it's true!" Persisted the man who was shaking in fear of the dead."One time, I sneaked inside the house and I ended up running away for my life when I heard kids laughing in the bedroom!"A small house with one bedroom, a tiny kitche
Instead of using the short sword in his hand, Invictus opted for physical violence and delivered mental strain on his attackers. He could have easily killed them with traps had he set up some but he didn't.Adrenaline and exhilaration drive Invictus to enjoy the hunt. Adding a little spice to the game of hunting is the enjoyment he desires and his ego seeks.Nothing is better than the excitement of fighting monsters and people gives him. A part of him is a battle maniac, always looking for thatexhilaration a fight to death gives him.Excitement is like fuel to his desire for vengeance. The greater itsamount, the livelier he feels. In this world where he had nothing more to lose, even the life he holds dear was somehow taken away from him, the only thing that has got him moving is his unsatisfied desire for vengeance and despair."Once this whole kingdom is plunged in chaos and turmoil, I shall perish from the face of the earth, for my work
Only corrupting thoughts and feelings of superiority towards others were all he received after getting transported to Haven City. Jorp became worse and worse as he spent more time in the city where everyone is as vile and wicked as him. Sharing the same thoughts with people who are the same as his does not do any better.All that lives in Haven City are corrupted. You won't see a kind soul, for even the kids have enough courage to kill.Drops of sweat were splattering, heaving could be heard loudly enough, decisive strikes, which parries each other ironically gives light, and anger, hatred, rage, passion, madness, and rancor explodes out of grief.Invictus and Jorp both accurately predict each other, avoiding and parrying dangerous slashes while standing and not lifting their feet on the floor. Only weaving their bodies, attacking, and defending themselves from the others were the only movements they were doing.'Why is it that always unfortunate events h
"I can't see the spark, the radiance that surrounds you when I first encountered you, Invictus! What can you do all by yourself?!"Jorp must have hit his head or Invictus must have kicked him hard for his comprehension to become low. He was not getting what Invictus was explaining to him and kept repeating the same question over and over again.Jorp was on all fours, weak and unable to fight back after throwing up a couple of times now."Telling you how I'll achieve my goals will just go inside from one ear and left to another. So, let me show you this."Invictus tightly grabbed Jorp by his hair, lifting his head up to see what he was about to do. In his hand was his weapon, his short sword, catching Jorp's attention as the tip slowly crept on Invictus' neck."If you blink, you will not see what I am about to do. Therefore, keep your eyes open. I'll only do this once since it sure will hurt like a bitch."Invictus was about to inflict pain on himself, something he does not usually do,
Nothing could be more painful than getting hit in the nuts. Invictus took advantage of Jorp when he let his guard down because he knew that Invictus was exhausted and bleeding but he really isn't."Ow! M-My fucking... entire civilization."Jorp weakly collapsed on the ground while holding his crotch. He could not move. His body was stiff from the excruciating pain."My, my... Now you've seen my face. I can't let you live anymore. I was planning on using you, but I guess you will have to go.""No! No!"Jorp's head was shaken by a kick. An instant knocked out after getting hit in his jaw took out Jorp."Just lie there for now while I bring your coward of comrades back."As he started towards the door, Invictus put his mask back on, whistling under bloody moonlight in Haven City, whereas darkness prevails in the uproarious night.One by one, Invictus began to hunt Jorp's accomplices, from the depths of hell to every nook of the ci
"Fool, those deities do not watch over us anymore. They abandoned theirpeople a long time ago. But... becoming their target to put an end to me isn't impossible to happen."Invictus offered a hand to Jorp, pulling the man, who was still in a state of utmost shock, up."I haven't agreed to work with you or become your pawn. But I'm willing to listen to what you have to say.""I'm glad that I don't have to resort to violence again, Jorp, just to make you comply.""What sort of evil schemes do you have in your mind if I resisted?!""Things you would wish you didn't know. You'd hope that you could comply as soon as you can."A tool, accomplice, pawn, disposable hand, state whatever you desire here, but Invictus' trust will be hard to earn. He might even never trust anyone again because of the people that dared take advantage of it"Always onward towards better things."Haven City was plunged into chaos and bloodbath every n
Butcher is the one in charge of monopolizing these dead humans. A corpse has so many uses for every maniac, be it for literal consumption, those that are cannibalism, or decorations. Believe it or not, these corpses are butchered, organs separated from the body, skinned, torn to pieces, and distributed widely outside the city.Yes, it was like a human farm for those that are craving or seeking pleasure in humans. It was not always sexual, like those necrophiliac scums. Sometimes, people buy it for something like art, considering a mummified head of a person a piece of beautiful art, displayed in a noble's house.And the curious taste buds of fat bastards whose hunger was insatiable, crave human meat, ordering large amounts of human organs and body parts to try and test everything out.Magic was convenient for everyone. In Butcher's case, he no longer has any need for tools to cut the corpses to pieces. Granted the power to wield ice magic, Butcher used it to cre
Whether Invictus likes it or not, he had to follow Bethel and his men to their basecamp."Have some tea," offered Bethel, sitting down on a sofa.Invictus and Bethel were facing each other, surrounded by Bethel's men with recurring glances over to Invictus' direction as they whispered silently to each other.Intimidatingly, Bethel stared at Invictus, watching the man as Invictus silently took a sip of the tea."For you to easily drink something an unreliable man offered, you must be really stupid or just trusted your guts."Invictus casually put the teacup down on the table in front of the two of them and looked Bethel in the eyes. After intentionally making everyone feel his immense thirst for blood, Invictus smiled when Bethel stopped his men from causing a ruckus."Shouldn't the tea be paired with some biscuits to munch on? Isn't that common courtesy when inviting a guest in your house."The basecamp was far from being a house. Inside the building, there was no furniture other than