“What the hell are you doing?” A new low-level bandit shouted from not far away. He was very presumptuous, possibly the boss's ass-kisser. “Jerok wants you back!”

Maneth shouted in response. “We're looking for the asshole that got away from me.”

“Cut the crap! Jerok is furious! You have abandoned your posts without warning!”

“But there's one left alive!” Maneth replied.

“I saw you shoot him twice! He will die sooner or later! Leave him and come back!”

Maneth turned his back on the messenger. “I won't return without making him suffer first!”

“I don't know what part you didn't understand about; Jerok is furious, and wants you to come back!”

The other three muttered as they looked at Maneth. “We could have fucked her and now what? He won't even leave us the leftovers.”

“Go fuck yourselves!”, replied Maneth.

They all reluctantly started to walk back. Seeing that she did not move, the strongest one put his hand on her shoulder. Not without first groping her ass and what was not her ass. “What a pity I can't taste you! I hope you make it to tomorrow alive! I love pretty girls like you, so try not to piss off the boss!”

Dih laughed. “Is your boss so tough that you can't take control yourself?!”

He pulled her by the hair hard and whispered in her ear. “If you don't want to die today, watch that mouth, bitch!”

The loyalty and fear those assholes had for this Jerok was not normal. Dih watched the height of the sun out of the corner of her eye. She needed to walk slower or she would go back to living through hell again at the hands of those bastards.

Dih recalled the scene that had landed her in jail on Earth. She clenched her jaw as she visualized her hands stained with blood again. The problem was that this time, she couldn't take them down alone.

“Move!” The more muscular one pushed her.

“If you are tough enough to challenge the Guild, I wouldn't mind joining you!”

The lower level one approached excitedly. “So you're willing to leave the Guild?”

“I like tough guys! In the Guild there are only pussies and slackers like the asshole you've taken care of!” Dih was trying hard not to let her anxiety show.

“Did you hear that? If we tell Jerok that...”

Maneth interrupted the new guy sharply. “You want Jerok to kill you before he fucks her, newbie?” The one who hadn’t said anything laughed. “Why do you think we don't have women in the group, stupid?!”

“That's a waste! She's very pretty and she craves it...!”

Maneth turned angrily. If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm telling Jerok you tried to fuck her behind his back.”

There was a deathly silence, broken only by the one who barely said anything. “We can also tell him who ordered us to abandon our posts.”

Everyone stopped and exchanged a few glances that betrayed the accumulated tension. It all ended when the pretentious messenger raised his voice. “Move, dammit!”

Dih walked as slowly as she could to slow the group down, but the constant pushing and shoving was no longer just that. The town was already visible and she had gained no more than a few minutes.

All the way to the entrance, the barking of what sounded like a dog could be heard. Barking that became much more intense after passing through the entrance. Judging by the intense vibration in her eardrums, that thing must have been huge.

The flies on the numerous bloodstains did not leave her all the way either. It looked recent, no more than a day old. The whole village had been massacred. The streets were empty and with broken belongings here and there. Cauldrons, wagons and boxes had been wantonly smashed to pieces. They didn't show any sign of wanting to take the village seriously. Perhaps they just saw it unprotected and took the opportunity. Few bandits were bold enough to challenge the Guild.

The whistles of other bandits stationed at their respective posts of vigilance were not lacking either. “Quite a hunt, boys! Too bad you won't be tasting her!”

After leaving the warehouses and wooden houses behind, they passed near a two-story building of better quality than the rest. Possibly the house of the town mayor. Usually, it was someone from the Guild itself. Precisely from inside came the barking. One of the bandits threw what looked like a leg through one of the windows to finally silence the dog.

The end of the road led her to a building with a sign hanging with the silhouette of an overflowing beer over the entrance. Dih was pushed all the way until she entered what was once an inn. As soon as the door opened, a stale smell hit her. A mixture of blood, roasted meat, liquor and sweat. Dih's legs began to tremble. Again, the images of that day struck her mind. Four members of the soccer team surrounded her and violently tore off her clothes.

Another push brought her back to the present. There was no light in the inn except for a fireplace burning in the background. Next to the fire, a makeshift bed. From there came the clapping mixed with sobs.

“Shit, shit, shit!!! I hope that bastard has had enough!”

It was a vain wish; that bastard looked like he could go on all day. “Come on, come on! Move, you fucking bitch!”

»Bandit Chief of the Black Bows«

Level 39

Name: Jerok

Details: This individual is capable of blocking even your most powerful Ki reinforced attack. Your death is guaranteed if you fight him.

Despite being in his 50s, his defined physique clashed with his age. He was bald and sported a short white boxed beard. However, the most striking thing was the distinct blue gleam in his eyes. Something she had already seen in other mages during her stay in Komhak.

Furious at the sight of them, Jerok shoved the woman against the wall. “Where the hell have you been?

Nobody said anything when the woman began to bleed from the forehead from the strong impact. Her eyes rolled back as she convulsed. That lack of interest in him, aroused the anger of Jerok, who jumped on the woman's head. Blood splattered all over the place. The spectacle was so gruesome that the other women in the corner began to cry and scream.

“SHUT UP, BITCHES!”

A great silence fell over the tavern. His loud, deep voice put fear into the whole body of all present. “Who was the first to disobey my orders and abandon his post?”

None of them spoke up. “WHO?!” The newbie was shaking from head to toe and the others weren't much better. Jerok approached slowly, looking sideways at her.

Dih saw her chance and took it without thinking of the consequences. “I-it was Maneth! He shot my asshole partner following him deep into the countryside.” Her voice sounded shakier than she would like.

Maneth drew his dagger. “You bitch! How dare you?”

Before Maneth could get close, Jerok grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up as if he were a sack of potatoes. Everyone knew that was going to happen, what they didn't expect was that Maneth would be so stupid as to try to plunge his dagger into Jerok's abdomen.

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To everyone's surprise, sparks flew before the blade could pierce Jerok's vigorous body. A few moments later, his body lost all of its strength; he appeared to be drowsy, as if he was in a trance.

Jerok forcibly snatched the dagger from his hand. “I told you last week I was sick of your insolence. This will be the last!”

All the bandits looked away in terror as Maneth fell to the ground with the dagger plunged into his forehead. Dih wondered how he could have so much strength if he was clearly a mage. When she met his fearsome gaze, she too looked away.

“I want you all in your posts! The next one who disobeys me will suffer the same fate!” Everyone ran away without exception.

Dih couldn't help but shiver as he stepped closer and took a closer look at her. “You're going to die before dawn, bitch! However... I'm going to grant you a death wish for giving me the perfect pretext to kill that asshole!”

Dih saw a ray of light in that horrible place full of blood; like when she pretended to collaborate with the damn soccer players so they wouldn't find out she was looking at a broken bottle on the floor.

Dih looked him straight in the eye as she put her hand on his sweaty torso. She hesitated when she glanced sideways at the naked women in the corner, but in the end she managed to speak. “I want that, before you lay your hand on me, we get drunk while you tell me your interesting story. I'm thrilled to find out about you.”

He looked at her perplexed and laughed out loud. “Wish granted!”

Completely unconcerned, he turned his back to her to grab a bottle of wine from the bar along with two wooden cups. “Do you remember Earth, bitch?”

“Perfectly!”

“I've been here for almost 16 years and I don't miss it! ... I started like you, in the damned Adventurers Guild in the city of Komhak. A nightmare!”

“Mage?”, she stammered.

He nodded as he poured wine into the cups and drank the contents of both. “What a shitty wine!” He hadn't even tasted it. “Before my first year, I almost died 20 times for a shitty pay! For months, I watched my comrades die for nothing, and no one seemed to care about our lives.”

He poured another drink and tossed it to her. “We were just fucking idiots working to feed a system that fed on us. When I figured it out, I hid in the woods. At first, I lived by eating what I hunted and raiding bandits. I tortured them to get them to tell me where they hid their stashes and then killed them. Nothing the Guild would be proud to witness.”

Dih drank it while glancing furtively out the window. There was less and less light, but the sun was still visible. “You manage to be so strong from that alone? Where did you hone those skills?”

“Torturing.” He moved closer to Dih. “I killed and killed. I lost the favor of the Gods and stopped leveling up. That didn't last long. A spirit spoke to me. It told me that I could keep leveling up even if I killed adventurers as long as I offered them in sacrifice.”

“A spirit? What’s that?”

He pretended he didn't hear her. “After ten years, I had killed so many fucking adventurers, they put a gold level bounty against me. I wasn't even above level 30, and I was already the terror of the veterans. Ha ha ha ha! Can you imagine that?!”

He looked into her eyes and began to slowly remove her breastplate. Dih didn't even dare to move; she only cooperated just enough to feign flirtation. “How many years have you been here, bitch?”

“Less than one!”

He raised his eyebrows. “And you're level 18?!”

“I worked very hard and without a single day's rest!”

He frowned as he examined the skin of her hands and face. “You lying bitch! You don't have even a scratch on you. Tell the truth!”

Dih smiled in surprise. “That's because I've been reborn!”

He found no doubt in her gaze, but still he didn't believe her. “I bet you've sucked a lot on your knees. With the rich friends you've pleased, you've paid for the guild's special training, right?”

Dih frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Really? I thought you were one of those... What a pity! You're very pretty... I'll tell you what! If you survive until dawn, I'll let you join us!”

“What’s the problem?”

That bastard's smile went from evil to psychopathic. Without warning, he shoved his tongue down her throat. She had to hold back the urge to vomit; she closed her eyes and tried to distract herself by imagining anything else during that eternal minute. It helped her to hold back the urge to bite his tongue, but it didn't help the sun to set any faster.

After separating from her at last. “Now, take off your clothes!”

A terrific woman's scream was heard far, far away. They both half-turned as he muttered. “Stupid bastards, they can’t stand still for five minutes!” He looked at the women in the corner. “I guess they've found another dirty peasant girl hiding...” He then looked at Dih. “Undress!!”

Dih couldn't help but shiver as she slowly removed everything she had left. Delaying as long as she could with each garment as the screams of the woman outside came and went.

He made a real effort not to get mad again and go outside to yell at them. “You're much better than I thought. I think I'll let you live after all.”

The noise of the commotion outside reached the room slightly, but Jerok didn't even turn around. His mouth was eager to taste her gorgeous body. Even as the woman's screams grew closer and closer, Jerok was just trying to pick her up so he could take her right there and then.

Dih knelt in front of him, right in front of his erect member, preventing him from grabbing her.

He smiled. “Yeah! I will definitely let you live.”

Dih began to tremble so much that she might accidentally bite him and turn him into a eunuch. She knew that if she tried that, he would kill her on the spot like Maneth, but what was she going to do? Put that thing in her mouth? Relive that horrible experience again? Definitely not.

Her gaze met those of the other women. There was fear in their eyes. Dih was sure they had been through the same or worse.

“BOSS, BOSS! Someone shouted with urgent insistence.

“NOT NOW, DAMMIT! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT WHATEVER YOU GUYS ARE DOING OUT THERE!”

The man burst into pieces along with the boards of the door. His remains scattered all over the inn. Jerok barely had time to step aside to dodge an arm that crashed into the wall. The women in the corner screamed as a strange halo coursed through Jerok.

None of the women noticed that a dark figure had slipped in and hidden behind the bar of the inn, but he had noticed it and kept an eye on it. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, BITCH?”

The figure gasped. It looked like it was enduring terrible pain hidden under a pile of clothing. Dih held her breath at the sight of a lock of mahogany hair.

At that very moment, Al-Hek walked through the door. “Knock, knock!” He seemed very calm given the situation and his low level. He had some new daggers and hooded clothes. “Can I?”

“Seriously?! A piece of shit like you took down those idiots?!”

Al-Hek smirked as he leaned against the wall. “Maybe, or maybe not... Who knows?”

Dih didn't move at all from the wall she was cornered against. Things could go very wrong for her being so close to Jerok.

“DAMN MAGGOTS!! COME HERE!! There's only TWO of them!!” It didn't take a second before hurried footsteps came from several directions.

Al-Hek ducked to the right behind the door. “Beware of the one hiding...”

The first one to arrive came with a sword ready to make a dodge and surprise Al-Hek, but a small barrel of 15 kilos flew out from the bar of the inn. Jean's groan from being exposed to the sun again didn't alert him quickly enough. The barrel crushed the bandit's head.

Al-Hek instantly reacted to finish him off and show his new set of daggers to the next bandit. Neither of them could do anything to dodge them. Then, he calmly returned to the inn. “In ten minutes the sun will set, Boss!”

Jean made an effort to speak despite the pain. “He won't last that long.”

Jerok laughed out loud as he grabbed Dih by the neck and created a razor-sharp magical projection coming out of his arm. “Don't be so cocky, bitch!”

Jean started to say something, but Al-Hek interrupted her. “Dude... I don't think you understand. You're already dead! What's wrong is that nobody warned you! You stink like a corpse since you attacked this village. The only thing that's up to you, is pain. An instant or fucking hell for days.”

“Have you thought about what the Guild will do to you when they find out?”

“Dude, I've been dead for 500 years. Do you think I give a shit about the Guild?”

Jerok laughed even more. “Let's make it more fun then.” The projection of his arm disappeared and the gleam in his eyes changed as he touched Dih with a finger on the forehead. It took a while for her to react. However, she didn't run away or fight as they had hoped she would. She simply stood up and walked over the women in the corner to begin strangling them.