On a dark rainy night, a little beggar was walking down the road, searching trash for food. As it was night and raining heavily, he thought he would have less competition, but just when he was searching in the street, he heard a muffled sound. Instinctively, he hid among the trash. As he looked sneakily, he saw vicious eyes and a wicked grin directed at him. It was a masked man, only showing his eyes and mouth. In his hand was a luxuriously dressed man, bleeding from all over his body and with a terrified look.
The little beggar recognized the man instantly as Duke Remores, the lord of Westeria, one of the most powerful men both in authority and power in the kingdom of Misila. The little beggar was now completely stunned. The duke was known as a god among commoners. His cultivation was so high that even the king had to show his respect to the man, but now the same man was taking his last breath in front of his eyes. The masked man threw the corpse of the duke in the trash where the little beggar was and flashed a vicious smile and vanished.
It took the little boy some seconds to process all that was happening and then he rushed towards the duke. After searching the duke, he found three bags and a sword. The sword was too heavy for his skinny body to carry. He took the three bags and a ring he found on the duke and bolted towards the noble district where the duke and many other nobles' villas were. He hid the bags and ring in a hole and kept walking. Then what he saw made him stunned again. All the guards outside of the noble district were dead and, in the street, he saw many corpses. It was a gruesome scene. It seemed to the beggar that the whole noble district was massacred without a single sound leaking outside of the noble district. He searched the houses as fast as possible as people might notice what happened at any second. He found many gold and silver coins. He found a cart and started loading them. He also saw some bags of the same type as the governor's, he also took them. The governor's house was mostly destroyed, he took whatever he could find and loaded them in the cart and bolted. He knew that if he left the city now it would be too risky, and he was also not that familiar with cultivators and did not know if they had special magical means to track him down. So, he took the cart and hid it in a sewer that nobody visited, even if someone came, they would not see it.
Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.
After doing all of that, he visited a bathhouse where he paid and took a bath after almost 2-3 years. He scrubbed his body clean. He was doing all of this in hope that the smell could not be used to track him down. Then he stole a cologne from the shop. After going to the slums, he cautiously approached his shack and after making sure nobody saw him, he went inside. Then he applied the cologne to mask the scent. He was also very happy that it was raining today as that would reduce the chance of being found out by tracks and scent. He was still very nervous as cultivators were involved. He knew that the kingdom would be shaken by what happened tonight. And he could be dead tomorrow, but he was also a little bit optimistic that he would get away and would be able to enjoy all the wealth later. In this dog-eat-dog world, surviving every day was a priority. After thinking all of this, he went to sleep.
It was almost dawn; Michael was walking the road in the direction of the noble district to change shift. He tightened the overcoat to shield from the chilly wind from the rain. He yawned as he was still feeling sleepy. "Ah! This fucking job, I have to go to the post this early when it is still raining, fuck! Who goes to work in this weather. I will become a cultivator and make sure i sleep till 10 am". just when he reached outskirt of noble district, he was shocked silly. what he saw was gruesome.