They were heading toward a village that was indicated on the map.
The task will be easy with this child.
They walked toward a small forest. Soon they saw people carrying swords and other weapons. The people's gazes met each other, and suddenly someone shouted behind them.
"Hello, you two."
Stephane instinctively stepped backward. The wind blew through their hair.
The person spoke again.
"Relax, I'm an adventurer."
Then he bent down slightly.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Claws."
Stephane looked surprised and replied,
"Okay, mine is Stephane."
There were about twenty adventurers in the group. In the crowd, someone smiled maliciously.
Sorry for you all… but this is your last day on earth.
At that moment, Claws was talking with the other adventurers, and they were all smiling and laughing together.
Most of them were low-rank adventurers, except for one D-rank. He was an arrogant old man with a long sword behind his back, wearing leather shoes and clothes.
Stephane and Joel walked slowly behind the group.
Suddenly, Stephane's face twisted.
Something feels strange… I have a bad feeling.
Claws then decided to talk to the old man. He approached him quickly.
"Hey, I need to say something," he said.
At that moment, a strike flashed, and Claws's left arm fell to the ground. The old man's eyes gleamed with fury. Claws screamed in pain, falling and rolling on the ground.
"Haaa! My arm! Blood!"
The old man lowered his eyes and said coldly,
"No one weaker than me speaks to me."
His words carried heavy pressure, and complete silence filled the area. The other adventurers trembled.
Immediately, a female adventurer with a bow on her back ran toward Claws and used a low-quality healing potion. It only stopped the bleeding and reduced the pain.
This man is completely crazy, she thought.
Joel felt frightened and confused.
Even among normal people, there is still so much blood.
They continued walking together and finally arrived at the village, but there was no sign of life.
The adventurers entered the houses one after another.
"Where are they?" they said.
Suddenly, one adventurer shouted, and the others rushed over. Dead bodies had been packed inside a room.
At that moment, Joel and Stephane smelled the horrible odor of rotten flesh carried by the breeze.
The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy, and four monsters awakened.
The weaker adventurers were devoured, while others were cut apart. Some managed to kill one monster, while others fled.
The old man slowly approached the monsters.
How can beginners take such a quest?
"Come to me," he said, his eyes gleaming.
Meanwhile, deeper in the forest, there was a monster stronger than the others. It was black in color, with mouths almost everywhere on its body.
"How can a C-rank monster be here?" someone said.
He looked at his companion.
"We are dead."
Their heads were cut off one after another, and the monsters devoured the rest.
Meanwhile, the old man fought the monsters. He sent three strikes, but one monster avoided them and suddenly appeared behind him.
"Multiple strikes in one!" he shouted with rage.
He cut several monsters into pieces, but one remained. Suddenly, Claws appeared and cut the monster into two equal halves.
He smiled at the old man.
The old man turned around, but his heart was suddenly pierced.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
They stepped back from each other.
Claws spoke calmly.
"You're not dead."
The man replied,
"Yes. I sold ten years of my lifespan to survive that attack… so you will die here."
Claws burst into laughter. He dropped his sword and fell to the ground laughing. Then he pointed at the man and touched his head.
Silence filled the air.
His eyes gleamed red like blood.
"You really think you can kill me?"
Suddenly he appeared behind the man and punched him, sending him backward. His cut arm regenerated.
Claws rushed forward with incredible speed and delivered multiple punches to his enemy until his entire body burst apart.
"You were just like an insect."