“Ow~” Terry said as he got up. He looked around to see pitch black all around him. His eyes adjusted and he finally began to see a bit of light as he looked up to see the shining rays of the moon.

“Beautiful,” Terry said happily before shutting his mouth reflexively. He hadn’t been able to have a nice look at the sky in a while. Especially when he was more used to bombs, planes, and helicopters in the sky rather than stars. But still, where was he?

“Terry was it? I don’t know where we are so I will search around a bit,” said Kingsman as Terry began to see him rise from the ground next to Ryan who still lay across the ground.

“Wait,” Terry said as he began to feel the ground around him. He felt several blades of grass slide through his fingers while providing his body cushion from the Earth beneath him. Terry began to clearly see his surroundings and noticed that him and his teammates were atop a small hill. Grass surrounded them and there were few trees around them. There wasn’t a single building in sight that he could see.

“You’re right, there isn’t a single standing structure in sight. But wait, damn, I feel cold,” Kingsman said.

“I imagine so, especially after having lived inside of a volcano. Besides, your clothing is just scraps of a massive piece of armor. Hmm, I have a way to survey the surrounding areas so just sit by Ryan to stay warm,” Terry said as he tensed his back.

[Activating Shadow Wings]

Terry launched himself into the air with his wings of darkness that blended nicely with the darkness of the night.

Terry flew several meters into the air before smiling behind his tentacle mask.

“Huh, I see a city off in the distance, from the looks I don’t think it’s Dinstorm. Well, we can check it out once Ryan can get up and after we find some proper clothes since I doubt we’ll get anywhere looking as we do now,” Terry said as he began to descend back down to the hill.

“So?” asked Kingsman.

“I saw a city of sorts a day away but a few hours if we run. Sadly, we could use Ryan since he was actually human and knows how to act and such while we’re a vampire and a giant,” Terry said annoyed.

C’mon Terry, that wasn’t very nice. I’m a vampire who’s lived a few hundred years, I should know a decent amount of etiquette, don’t you think? Din asked, insulted.

Sure, be my guest, but honestly, I don’t feel like carrying Ryan nor walking around in the middle of the night so why not tell me your story? Terry suggested.

Haah, sure why not, Din began. I’m the bastard son of the previous Vampire Monarch and the Arch Priestess Eltishia. Although, the current Vampire Monarch leaked info about my father being a vampire, causing him to be killed.

My mother, claiming that I wasn’t born from a vampire, had me sent away somewhere which I never reached on account of that bastard Gespendist slaughtering all of those guarding me and leaving me for dead after I fell into a dungeon which even he dared not enter.

I was saved by a boss of the dungeon and raised until the damn Temple raided the place, killing all those which I had come to love. I naturally killed the entire group and proceeded to kill the final boss who had sent no aid to the bosses out of not having a mind like a simple monster. As he was old, I killed him and leveled up before gathering forces of a few dungeons and bosses while attacking both the Temple and other dungeons.

Finally, my army was large and powerful but as I led them to face my father, I was betrayed. My army offered me as a sacrifice to Gespendist to earn his favor. Then I was handed to the Temple as a test subject and offering for a truce between them and the vampires under Gespendist. I was tortured and turned rabid, used to attack the very villages I had once saved and protected while saving the Temple from scrutiny. In the end, I was burned at the stake, along with several innocent women, many of which had offered me small bits of aid and some who I never knew.

That was when I awakened inside you Terry. After you had unleashed your immense hatred at bitter betrayal. While some heroes feel bitter anger and hate at betrayal or weakness, much is in this world and it is of no consequence with how little resolve and ambition many heroes have. But you, you actually have purpose to live, you wish for change, that is what connected us.

What a nice bedtime story, even a vampire like me almost fell asleep at that, Terry thought.

Excuse me? Din asked, enraged.

Well, you are probably the only one who has the same pain as me that I will ever have the chance to interact with. We are also stuck with each other, sharing the same body. Either way, as I have no actual goal in this world other than to survive and become hella strong with a fresh start, a hit list to get revenge for you would be nice. Don’t you think? Terry responded warmly.

Heh, thanks. I assume you would do fine alone, but I will do whatever I can to help you get revenge on those of your world, Din laughed.

Now then, why don’t we rest and make our way to that city when Ryan wakes up, after all, my main reasoning is how Ryan is one big, heavy bastard and is better off carrying himself, Terry said.

Sorry for misunderstanding. I wonder what awaits us though, Din replied.

Terry stood tall in a long line of people before a large gate, the beams of sunlight reflecting off of his frigid, white skin.

“Identification?” asked the man at the gate. He was very weak from what Terry saw but there were plenty of guards of much greater strength, patrolling around the gate, ready for any fool who’s head wished to become a kabob. There was one especially strong guard. An old man, seemingly a beggar who asked travelers for money or food while also measuring their levels. A perfect disguise considering how, while small and old, he was a man likely leveled in the high hundreds, very high for a mere guard. Especially considering that the known max was around 100 for many races while the tarantula… the tarantula defied all laws of strength so Terry pushed it from his mind.

Even so, Terry’s team was in a whole other league having a high-leveled giant: even if he was much smaller in order to heal and survive after Terry having incinerated his chest, a powerful dragon-like boxer, and finally, an immortal Vampire Lord with hellspawn, demon, spider, dragon, and human abilities as well.

Terry smiled as he thought about his trip to Dinstorm where many guards were very strong and could slaughter him with ease. Now the scales were swapped, majorly so. If Terry wanted, he could destroy the place and walk away like nothing happened. Well, if he tried very hard and was prepared to lose a few limbs in the process.

Unlike the whole time Terry had spent in the world merely trying to survive and get strong as quick as possible, a break would be a nice change of pace. One that even he hoped he could enjoy.

Terry reached into his pocket and produced 3 shining plates of silver attached to a thin yet quite strong piece of string, each with some small inscriptions upon them. In order to not attract unnecessary attention, Terry and his team made sure to wear simple iron armor which there was plenty of inside the spacial storage armband. For Ryan however, Terry just stitched a bunch of leather armor together into a cloak.

Terry had gotten the silver pieces, along with bits of information from some 'adventurers' on a 'quest' which was a group of 4. Terry simply took the stuff, threatened them a bit, and reaped the rewards. Although, Terry had to tie them to a tree in order to allow for him to enter the city. He would've killed them but since the group was very compliant, Terry decided to leave their fate to whoever found them tied up.

While Terry wasn’t especially skilled at anything but assassination, he was very talented and had dabbled in stitching before when he was forced to operate upon himself several times or fix his old, cloth, body armor. As such, the cloak for Ryan looked pretty good, even exotic considering the size and shape.

“Silver ranked adventurers, nice, can’t say I recognize you guys though, and I would recognize a big Man like him, and why is his belly so huge, does he have an endless stomach? Besides, is there any reason why his whole body is covered? It seems kinda weird,” asked the guard in suspicion.

“He’s not a criminal if that’s what you mean. In fact, he’s just the opposite, the reason he is covered is because of his looks you see, and I would hate to force him to be humiliated in front of such a large crowd,” Terry said with a touch of sorrow in his voice.

“No exceptions, if he won’t show his face, then he won’t be allowed in. Now hurry up,” the guard replied briskly.

“Can you please spare some change or food sir? I’ve been hungry for a while,” said the old beggar as he grabbed onto Ryan.

Terry turned quickly in surprise.

“Boss, can we give him some money? He reminds me of myself, I’d hate for such a man to resort to thievery because we were deaf to his cries for help,” Ryan said although it sounded deep and menacing which he now had acquired as a side effect of becoming like a dragon.

Terry looked at the old beggar, locking his eyes with the eyes of the man. The 2 studied each other, recognizing the strength of the other but not finding an exact measure.

“Of course,” Terry said, reaching into his pocket for a silver and 7 copper coins ($5.35 in USD) before handing them to Ryan who gently placed them into the hand of the beggar. “A man like him becoming a thief would be very dangerous indeed.”

The beggar walked over to Terry who lowered his head to hear the man whisper.

“Crescent Moon Inn, be there at 6:00 PM.”

Terry smiled at the words and proceeded to respond aloud to maintain his little charade.

“Now, now, if you need the money that badly, why not join my team on a job? We always welcome a man willing to do whatever it takes to support his family.”

Terry looked back at the guard who was still staring at Ryan suspiciously.

“Please good sir, these men couldn’t be criminals after treating me so kindly. Let them in, I doubt that they will cause trouble,” pleaded the beggar to the guard.

The guard, unable to resist an order from his superior, reluctantly agreed.

“Alright, alright, just leave me alone for today,” the guard replied, pretending to be annoyed.

“Thanks,” Terry replied as he walked around the guard, followed by Ryan and Kingsman, into the city.

Unlike Dinstorm, there weren’t a bunch of refugees filling up the slums or ready to rob somebody blind. The place was pretty damn decent. In fact, maybe even the ruler would be a pretty alright fellow, causing Terry to maybe spare his life.

Terry began snickering.

“Boss, that was not funny, that was just plain embarrassing!” Ryan said angrily in his new, normal voice.

“Well, you’re the only person that could hide the egg since I can’t carry anything alive inside of my armband even after having merged it with my heart. In fact, I plan to remove everything I can from it soon to avoid having it age too fast. After all, I now have the abilities of that damn hellspawn,” Terry explained.

Ryan couldn’t say anything more and decided to change the subject.

“Boss, did you make sure to wipe off the bloodstains from the silver plates?” Ryan asked in concern.

“Yeah, don’t worry though, we’ve already been found out,” Terry said with a slight laugh.

“What! How, and why are we still here,” Kingsman asked in shock.

“Because,” Terry began, revealing a devilish grin of pure ecstasy. “I came here to have some fun or at least a break. And as such, if anyone decides to ruin it for me, I will personally send them to whatever hell they fear most.”

Ryan and Kingsman shook violently for a few seconds, as if having a heart attack, but eventually calmed down enough to follow Terry through the bustling streets.

Plenty of people roamed the streets and it looked very busy. Although, there were a few interesting things to say the least about the place.

First, there were slaves like Dinstorm, but there was a huge difference. The slaves were people, yet not. The people had animal aspects about them such as animal ears, tails, arms, legs, heads, anything somebody could think of. Anyways, the slaves were an interesting type of people, and as minorities, they were abused in broad daylight and light likely tortured in the dark. How sickening.

Secondly, like people, there were several types of pets that followed the warriors or 'adventurers' of wherever Terry was. The pets ranged from house dogs and cats to flying cats, big lizards, unicorns, golems, and even a baby dragon about a third of the size of Terry's egg.

Terry could never get used to the customs of such a place as his new world. Especially the slavery, although for the pets, called monsters, the concept was called taming.

“You know what, I wanted to have us all just go our separate ways but since one of you might get into trouble with your size and the other has never been to a human settlement in their life, I would be a fool to leave you alone,” Terry said.

“Well, I’ve been to human settlements to get food,” Kingsman mentioned.

Terry took a moment to think and then smiled.

“Never put that sh*t in my mind again cuz if you do, i’ma turn you into Ryan’s food,” Terry said in disgust. Damn cannibal, Terry thought.

Well, you drink blood and giants eat flesh, what the big difference? Din asked.

The difference is that even back in my world, vampires were considered cool while cannibals of any kind considered disgusting and vile, Terry replied.

“So Boss, what do we do now, wanna drop by the guild?” Ryan asked.

“Are you crazy, going there would cause trouble, so I won’t waste my time, yet…” Terry said. “For now, let’s do my favorite thing that both this world and my previous one had to offer, alley lurking.”

“Bruh, you sound so psychotic right now that it’s not even funny. Damn, a grown man walking around in an alley. Besides, you look too strong and handsome for something like that,” Ryan said in embarrassment.

“Well even so, I’m not alone, now I got a team. This can also be a reward to demonstrate our newfound strength. Although, for Kingsman…” Terry started.

“Women, give me women. Living women, I like when they wriggle about before I chomp them apart, their screams from inside my mouth as they attempt to cut their way out. The pain is so exhilarating along with their taste!” Kingsman explained.

“Dude, WTF?” Terry asked. “I mean, if somebody pisses me off enough, I guess I could let you but still… I mean, you’re too small.”

Terry began to think about what to say to his companion, blatantly asking to cannibalize. While Terry knew that Kingsman was originally a giant, he was still somewhat humanoid and Terry felt morally wrong for associating with such a person. But then again, Terry always wanted such a torture device, and as he had done worse to people in interrogation, having a torture device that uses torture as payment would be nice. Although, for the time being, Kingsman wouldn’t be able to directly eat any women. What would he choose? Wait, he wouldn’t choose that, right?

“If I can’t eat, why not try ra-”

“I thought so, haah, do what you will. But I won’t ask you to do so, every time you do so, I will only give my permission and no more as I have common decency,” Terry interrupted.

“That would be more than enough, my master,” replied Kingsman.

Terry and his team continued their way through the alleys which were surprisingly clean, if ignoring the human garbage that littered it. There was almost no dirt or rats, but people, illegal substances, and whores, well, Terry couldn’t believe how many there were. In fact, many of the whores looked pretty tast- err, good, looked pretty good. But Terry wasn’t the type who would bang anything he saw if at all.

Kingsman looked hungrily at the whores and saliva dripped from his mouth.

“No Kingsman, they haven’t gotten on my bad side, in fact, I respect somebody willing to do whatever it takes to survive. While whores are treated less than dirt, their resolve could not be greater. The only reason that they live in such a state is because they don’t have the courage to take their lives into their own hands rather than allowing a pimp to do so for them.

There were several ruffians inside the small alleyway but most left Terry’s group alone at the sight of the towering figure which was Ryan.

Terry continued around the alleys, finding as many dead bodies as living ones although that didn’t interest him in the slightest. What interested him, was the type of drugs. After all, with a new world, there had to be new drugs. Although, a few more things interested him surprisingly more such as-

"Aaagh! Graagh! Aaah! You bastards! I'll f*cking slaughter you! Stop, go away! No! Raagh! Mommy! Dad help me!" Screamed several voices in the alleyway.

Terry heard and expected several people to be engaged in 'adult activities' but nobody screamed that loud and much unless they were being assaulted in a very dangerous and painful way. What was worse, several voices were crying out in pain rather than only one. And worst of all, there were the voices of women and children. Terry continued walking to see a large group of nearly 20 men and a few women surrounding a group of around 9 of the animal people as Terry decided to call them. The group was clearly assaulting the animal people in every meaning of the word.

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Disgusting, Terry thought. Even just ignoring such filth is a grand sin. There are even kids, doing such things to daughters and mothers in front of the family. Terry remembered such people from the concentration camps erected around the world in an attempt to threaten Terry into submission. Saying that only he could stop them. Murderers.

The people before Terry were no different. After all, the strong never harm the weak as the weak are of no importance to the strong. In fact, the strong love the weak most of the time. The problem is the weak harming the other weak. The weak are greedy, selfish, psychotic and merely do whatever they can to become the strong with no ideals to restrain themselves. Such people become animals.

Ryan nudged Terry in rage but knew to Serve Terry at all cost which Kept him from slaughtering the group immeadietely on sight. In contrast, Kingsman simply looked hungrily at the group, ready for a meal as he could understand part of the situation in terms of the group being an enemy.

Well, I needed a way to cause a disturbance and meet the boss of this place, hopefully to become allies but considering what kind of criminal he is, I'd much rather force him into submission or kill him after slow, excruciating torture. Especially for allowing such actions in the alleyways. Unless there was no boss, but as there weren't drug dealers fighting or any other bedlam to speak of, there was probably a boss but such blatant slavery and abuse in both the alleys and the street seemed a bit suspicious. Was the ruler the boss? Well, the ruler would know something for sure but as Terry didn't want a scene, that would be a last resort.

"Excuse me," Terry said to the group as they ignored him at first, engrossed in their inhumane actions.

Ryan attempted to strike immeadiately at the disrespect towards his boss but Terry held him back.

"Stay back and protect the egg, besides, I could murder these f*cks in seconds if I wanted. But still, out of wanting to have fun and allowing the victims to feel satsified, I will stretch this out a bit," Terry said as Ryan obediently followed his order, knowing that the egg he held was more important than likely even himself.

"Hey, back of pall, these are our demi-human slaves, go abuse your own!" snapped one of the men in the group as he turned from striking a young girl across the head with a now bloody piece of wood. As the man saw Terry's face though, his face went from annoyed and excited to white as a paper, overwhelmed with fear.

Terry grabbed the piece of wood from the man as a few of the hooligans in the alley, enjoying the abuse, stared at Terry in as he lifted the bloody stick and brought it down strongly upon the man's head, snapping the thick stick easily and causing the man to fall easily to the ground, blood pouring from his skull.

"What the f*ck!?!" shouted almost everybody in the alley in shock and disbelief.

Without attempting to reason, the angry mob as well as well as a few hooligans held their weapons high and attempted to kill Terry with their sheer number of attacks. Many of the group used large sticks and some even metal rods but Terry didn’t flinch in the slightest as he was used to much worse from far more unexpected situations. In fact, he felt a thrill at the chance to bring judgment down upon such horrible people for The Master to deal with.

"Master, can I have my fun with the tasty women after this? Surely they must be punished after such an act!" Kingsman cried as he used his bare fists to punch deep holes into the chests of some of the men and 'non-appetizing women.'

"Hah, you think that you can live after attacking people in this land? Only fools attempt to fight slavery!" yelled a few hooligans before Terry used his finger to tear into tear chests, grabbing their low-leveled hearts, before squeezing large amounts of blood from the still beating hearts.

"Who the hell are you?! Who do you work for?!" asked a man before Terry eviscerated him, causing excruciating pain to the still-living man.

[Activating Demon King Aura]

"My name is Terry Isenburg, the demon of death. The one I serve, although my methods stray far from his wishes, is The Master of the heavens and the earth. For him I wish to purify the world of those who would harm it," Terry said as calm and cold as he could.

All who remained inside the alley were paralyzed in fear and shock at the new men who were causing distruction for seemingly no reason. One thing was for sure though, the new group was strong and dangerous.

"Sure Kingsman, do what you want and kill the rest, just don't touch the victims of these animals since they are innocent as well as unconscious from my skill when stacked with the intense pain that they've been hurt with.

Kingsman smiled and began to indulge himself happily while holding a screaming, wriggling, terrified, bloody, good-looking, thicc woman. A perfect meal for the mind and body of a psychotic f*ck like Kingsman.

Terry looked around and saw a group of men run towards him, They ranged from skinny to decently bulky although none as big as Terry, while many had either leather or iron armor and some pretty well crafted knives. But since they had just entered the area, Terry's aura hadn't affected them.

“I’ll take it from here,” said a man stepping out from behind a building behind Terry. The man was tall, fit, and had white skin. A long black robe stretched over his whole body as he held a long black sword in one hand while another was held inside a scabbard. His head was covered by a hood and a black skull mask that didn’t have a single scratch upon its surface while looking strong. The mask also looked quite resilient and that told Terry some crucial information about his foe. Terry also noticed incredible strength from the man before him, decently high hundreds if he guessed and while Terry could see the strength in comparison to his own, keeping things fun would be best. Although, compared to the rabble, the man standing before Terry was likely the strongest if not one of the strongest fighters that the boss would have. A fair bit weaker than Gilian in comparison.

“Steadhart! This man seems really strong and looks like trouble, please deal with him!” cried the men as they backed away from the men who readied themselves for combat.

“I know, so leave the area so that I can deal with them while not having to clean up your corpses as well,” the man ordered as the rabble fled as fast as they could, taking no time to look back.

“So, what did you want to talk abou-”

“Time to die!” yelled the swordsman as he released an incredible amount of power, not raw, but concentrated.

Terry heard some footsteps begin immediately afterwards before fading into the distance.

“I don’t know what you guys were trying to pull by attacking a member of Giant’s Club, but no matter how strong you are, I Steadhart, the black swordsman, will make you regret it,” the swordsman said as he lunged at Terry, who still hadn’t yet turned to meet his foe head-on.

"Don't be mad when you learn that your sword is useless or if I crack it," Terry said smugly although he expected to not just break, but shatter entirely the sword of his foe.

The man continued to draw his sword upon Terry who didn’t so much as flinch. Angered and humiliated, Steadhart continued his swing in an attempt to cleave the man before him in half.

Ryan and Kingsman looked concerningly at Terry but then were set at ease by the look of sheer tranquility upon Terry’s face.

[Activating Overwhelming Strength]

Bang! Crack!

Terry used his knuckle to strongly and skillfully, strike the flat of Steadhart’s blade, causing a small crack to appear upon it’s clean, scratchless surface.

Steadhart jumped back in shock and stood, staring blankly upon his blade, in perfect condition except for the crack caused by a mere blind tap from the man before him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me! Please, what do you want from us, money, drugs, girls?!” cried Steadhart as he lowered himself and his forehead to the dirty floor of the alley.

"Kingsman, finish that girl off," Terry started as he tore his companion from the woman which he had devoured who still clung to life. "Me and my team simply came to make a deal with your great and powerful boss but I simply asked about why these people were harming others in the alleys of such a powerful boss. I felt so angry that such filth could disrespect a boss of such high standing as in this place. Sadly, I was attacked by more fools and in my anger, I gave them simple beatings as a warning to set them upon the right path but they were so weak that they died," Terry said as he attempted to explain himself while pushing the blame to his foolish attackers while also claiming respect for the boss of the alleys. Terry then stared at the man before him, still trembling in shock.

“Heh, you just waltz in here, slaughter around 35 people, and wanna see the boss? I like your spirit and since you're strong and passionate about helping our boss, you can hopefully be of great help to him,” said the man as he tried his best to stay on the good side of the man who could kill him at any time.

Terry took a long look at the wounded animal people or 'demihumans' as called by the mob but decided that them staying there would be the best and only place for them at the moment.

"Alright, just follow me to where the boss is but don't cause any trouble cuz doing so will end up with you guys getting killed," continued Steadhart.

“Don't worry, we knew what we were getting ourselves into. But now that I see the plate which you proudly hang from your neck, I see that you are a platinum ranked adventurer so we'll be sure to stay on your good side and alive. Well, let’s hurry up, me and your boss have important business to attend to,” Terry said as he beckoned for Ryan and Kingsman to follow him while he followed Steadhart through the alleys of crime.

“Steadhart, who the hell are these guys?” asked a tall, thin girl in a revealing outfit. She had smooth, brown skin that reached over her curved body that could seduce many a man. A large axe leaned upon her shoulder as she sat atop the sturdy back of a man who surprisingly seemed to be enjoying himself.

“They wish to make a large scale deal with the boss, they don’t seem to be lying and are very serious people about this deal. Besides, such strong people will be a big asset to us.” Steadhart said to the woman.

[Activating Appraisal]

[Dancing Berserker=Weak]

[Activating Read Minds]

So these guys are here to cause trouble. So they’re ‘serious’ about ruining our organization eh? Well, he also said that they are strong so he wants me to gather everybody we have to kill these massive men. Thankfully, I don’t see any weapons or extra armor on these guys other than that weak looking armband on the leader. The big one though, seemingly a girl, looks pregnant or is a guy with one seriously horrible diet. Well, there should be no problem if I bring everybody here to ambush them.

Damn, Terry thought. I just wanted a serious conversation with the boss. But I guess these guys are justified in their actions. Especially with what my goal was from the start. Heh, at least I won’t feel guilty anymore. But I wanna try that one skill I couldn’t until now.

[Activating Allure]

The girl changed her look from a seductive yet cautious pose to simply staring upon Terry, eyes filled with lust.

“Now, now, Steadhart, maybe these men have something very good to offer the boss or at least the rest of us,” the girl said as she seductively moved towards Terry, revealing her body even further to the muscular man.

[Activating Control Body Temp]

Terry gripped her hands with his own and smiled warmly.

“Such truthful words from such a beautiful woman. Don’t worry, your boss will have no choice but to agree with my incredible conditions. And then I can spend some quality time getting to know you” Terry said as suave as he could.

The woman continued blushing brightly while Steadhart looked upon the 2, shocked.

“If you say so, the boss is really busy today but so are you so I guess it’ll be fine so long as no trouble is caused,” Steadhart said weakly as he led Terry through a small tunnel and towards a solid, brick building.

The building was in far better condition than the others in the area as it was painted well with some torchlit flames for lighting. There was a large sign above a large door that said ‘Giant’s Club’ in large, colorful letters. A few whores stood outside naked, probably to get further customers while also giving out ‘free samples’ to new customers.

Beside the place was another similar building where instead of whores, demihumans stood as if on display at a store. There were several thicc beauties on sale as well as strong, muscular men, ready to do whatever was asked of them. There were thick, iron collars wrapped around the necks of the demihumans as they were indecently touched and surveyed before possibly bought by the several people of the alleys. Most of the buyers were even normal people. Such a twisted society.

Terry heard a few screams in the direction of the other building but simply kept it in his mind, holding in the pain, waiting to finally release some anger on a fellow human being who deserved to die a most gruesome death.

Makes me wanna burn this place to the ground, Terry thought angrily.

Wasn’t that your plan all along, Din asked.

It was if my negotiations happened to fail. After all, I try to keep situations balanced and give people a chance to survive. However, I spare the strong because they are smart and kill the weak because they are foolish. Rarely do I meet one of strength who is such an imbecile, Terry thought as he was filled with rage, but even so, he had to be in control to have the best result of his plan.

“Hey there handsome, would you like to have some fun with me?” asked a few whores as they gazed upon Terry following Steadhart.

“Shut up b*tch! We have business!” yelled Steadhart angrily as he raised his hand to quickly strike one of the women. Such was a natural reaction for someone as strong as Steadhart who was too arrogant, strong, and f*cking r*tarded.

Grab!

“C’mon, how would your boss feel if I told him that you were stealing from the business?” Terry asked as he gripped Steadhart’s hand firmly while the whores stepped away in shock.

“What?!” Steadhart cried as he struggled to free his hand.

[Activating Intimidation]

“I pity your boss that he has such worthless fools working for him, when I’m done with him, he will reign supreme over this place as a king,” Terry said as he released Steadhart who remained silent. After all, Terry hadn’t insulted the boss and dyeing Terry’s statement in any way would be seen as insulting the boss which Steadhart didn’t dare to do.

Terry watched as Steadhart continued to lead the way into the building which Terry could only imagine was a casino, brothel, strip club, and garrison all in one. A full summary of the boss’s character.

Terry began to follow but heard a weak voice.

“Um, thanks, you can come back after my shift and I can serve you for free,” whispered the young whore which Terry had protected.

Terry’s heart burned in rage and sorrow as he looked at her and smiled.

“Heh, wait until after today before you decide to owe me or not,” Terry whispered back as he followed Steadhart.

“Steadhart! What are you doing here! I didn’t call you here! I just captured her and you disturb me?!” yelled a large, white, fatass as he sat upon a large velvet couch. At his sides were 2 very thicc women who he groped fiercely in both excitement and annoyance.

Steadhart looked very puzzled and surprised to see the man before him, likely the boss, while the man smirked as he was guarded by several powerful men and women alike. The people had clearly leveled up a few hundred times but weren't even close to the power after having killed a dragon. But still, there was definitely strength in numbers. There was no doubt, the people before Terry were very powerful and he would actually need to try to fight them. But even so, taking out his rage upon strong opponents rather than weak ones would feel so much better.

"Boss, I brought this man since he wished to make a deal with you and said that it would be of benefit to you," Steadhart choked up in his shock.

Terry had been led to an underground room, with no chance of escape, surrounded by strong guards, and with nothing but himself as Ryan and Kingsman were forced to stand outside of the room where Terry was to meet face to face with the boss. Although, such circumstances gave Terry the best chance to have some fun.

Terry looked at the man in complete bewilderment at how the man was insanely weak. Although, the strong guards watched Terry, ready to strike. The situation was tense and Terry would need a perfect idea to turn the situation to his favor. Sadly, he was an assassin, not a psychologist, and he also had a skill that would help his every need. Especially on such a weak man.

[Activating Read Minds]

I finally got the princess all to myself to have my way with as long as I please and the ruler has no idea. That fool, desiring peace when he doesn’t like how I treat my property. Now even his daughter is mine, what a fine beauty-

“I won’t stand for any more of this sh*t anymore,” Terry said angrily as his massive muscles trembled in rage.

“Heh, you fool, you walked into the lion's den and just want to leave after seeing my face, what about that offer you wanted huh?” questioned the boss as several of his guards pointed long, magically enchanted spears directly at Terry. Terry could even sense that several skills had been used to further increase the damage dealt if strikes were to be dealt.

“I’m disgusted by you. After all, those who fight the majority are criminals while those who harm minorities are scum,” Terry explained.

“Are you crazy? Well, just know, I planned to kill you from the start for resisting me from the start but from my spies, I heard that you were also kissing up to me so I wanted to see what you were like, maybe make you one of my dogs but I guess not. Guards, kill the big guy and then kill his buddies in the other room,” ordered the fattass as he smiled excitedly to see the bloodbath.

“I’m a just man when I can be, so I will give you 5 seconds. Leave this place while you still draw breath and lead proper lives!” Terry roared.

“Dafuq! Kill this f*cker-”

“5...4...3...2...1…”

[Activating Acrobatics]

Terry stood, dodging the deadly attacks from the few strong foes while deliberately taking the weak attacks, allowing blood to spurt forth.

“Hah, you aren’t so strong now are you?” yelled Steadhart as he plunged his black sword deep into Terry’s chest.

[Activating Miracle]

Terry turned to look Steadhart in the eye as several blades tore deep into his white flesh.

[Activating Demon King Aura]

[Activating Shadow Wings]

[Activating Blood Regeneration]

All in the room shook violently in fear and shock as they witnessed the man who they had threatened, become a demon ready to reap their accursed souls.

Terry's blood began to flow back into his wounds, clotting them and sealing in many of the weapons inside of Terry.

“Witchcraft! He’s a demon!” yelled the soldiers in fear while some attempted to fight for their lives.

[Manifesting Left Hand of Thomalus]

[Activating Overwhelming Strength]

[Activating Bane of Humans]

Slash!

[Souls Absorbed]

Blood rained throughout the room as Terry left the boss alive while most of the guards lay dead upon the floor. Terry proceeded to remove all of the blades from inside him and smiled as he drank his fill of blood. There were several demihuman guards as well as the others but Terry didn't care.

Damn, these people were so stupid that I fear my IQ may lower by merely being here, Terry thought as he stood and turned his gaze to the boss, passed out from shock while the blood of the women from his sides soaked his black clothing.

"Urk, blaargh," Terry coughed as blood spilled out of his mouth and body of which the wounds remained open. Still, that Steadhart guy was one seriously strong fellow, tore right through my heart with incredible power and skill. While he was cautious, he was very dangerous, might've even killed me, Terry thought.

“Now then, time for me to take you, along with this ‘princess’ to the king. I feel like an idiot for trusting you people, I thought that even idiots had a limit but damn, you set the bar for scummy bastards.”

Terry began hearing a commotion in the other room which meant that the boss planned to probably hold Ryan and Kingsman hostage, although that was probably the worst mistake possible.

Terry looked briefly at Steadhart who he had cleanly decapitated before removing his armor and mangling the corpse.

"This stuff may come in handy, especially with his reputation as a platinum rank adventurer. From what I learned from those other guys' memories, that is one big deal and reputation that could help me out.

[Items Stored]

[Activating Thermal Vision]

After yelling for the guards to leave and killing the guards that resisted, Terry, taking the unconscious boss with him, followed his sight to a large, foggy room where he set the man down.

Damn, there are some powerful aphrodisiacs at work here, Terry thought as he looked around in the dim room to find a tall, white girl in iron shackles, loosely clothed in a revealing outfit. She had long red hair and large black eyes. And as expected, she was as thicc as a hippo with an aura of innocence that drew Terry close.

I shouldn’t get distracted, Terry thought as he looked at a piece of cloth, covering her mouth. The woman rolled around on the bed but was secured to a chain attached to the roof, keeping her on the bed.

Terry looked into her eyes and didn’t see anything but hunger and lust. Terry needed to get her out of the place, and fast.

“Damn, hey Ryan, Kingsman, get over here!” Terry yelled from inside the dark room before hearing loud rumbles and within seconds, one of the room’s walls were shattered, revealing a bloody Ryan and Kingsman as they stepped in.

“Sorry Ryan, I wish I had a place for you to put that massive egg. I imagine fighting is a chore,” Terry started.

“Not at all boss! Even if I had no arms, I would use my legs to serve you, even without those, I would use my teeth to serve you!” Ryan cried.

“Thanks for the loyalty, now Kingsman-” Terry stopped as he saw Kingsman staring hungrily at the princess.

[Activating Demon King Aura]

“Kingsman!” Terry growled.

“I’m sorry!” Kingsman responded as tears of embarrassment began to stream down his face. Terry was appalled but began to understand.

“You’re hungry and weak, aren’t you?” Terry asked as Kingsman held his head low.

Terry could understand Kingsman’s loyalty as he wouldn’t have brought the man otherwise, there must’ve been some reason why he would dare disregard Terry’s orders.

“Haah, we will all leave this place and you and Ryan will hide atop a large building while I take care of some stuff,” Terry explained.

Kingsman stayed silent and nodded his head in gratitude and apology while Ryan bowed in understanding.

"Ryan, just focus on protecting the girl and egg while Kingsman watches over the big guy and indulging in his dinner. Make sure you guys aren't heard so that no trouble is caused and I will come get you guys when I'm ready," Terry said with a grin.

Terry pulled out a fitting leather armor for the princess and placed it upon her over her, leaving the original clothing underneath in order to preserve what little innocence she still had. Terry then held the girl firmly in his arms as Kingsman grabbed the fatass and the group tore their way out of the building, killing all in their path before using their incredible strength to jump their way to the highest building, out of sight.

"Here," Terry said as he lay the princess down upon the shingled roof, wrapped in leather for warmth.

"Boss, what do we do here?" Ryan asked.

"Like I said, just stay here and don't make much noise. I'll be back soon so keep my stuff nice and alive for when I get back," Terry replied in annoyance. Terry then looked at kingsman who still looked incredibly hungry.

[Activating Spur]

Terry quickly jumped off the building and using his speed, grabbed one of the shapely yet unable to escape on account of their injuries, women for Kingsman to snack on. After getting the food, Terry jumped back up to the building before handing Kingsman his meal.

"I'm serious guys, Kingsman, Ryan, stay here until I get back. If you see me, no matter what is happening, don't interfere, okay?" Terry said in order to slightly instill fear into his companions.

"Yes master, I will serve," Kingsman said as he grinned happily at the woman in Terry's hand as he held her mouth shut. Ryan also gave a slight bow before sitting down, resting the heavy egg in his lap.

Terry finally removed some strips of leather in order to gag the captured individuals, keeping them nice and quiet for his plan to succeed. After tying the mouth of the food and fatass, Terry finally leaped off the building and towards the inn.