Aiden woke up to a muffled cry. For a moment, he thought he was back in the prison, where cries and wails were common. Criminals hardly changed their lives, and rape was a common occurrence in the post apoc world where people had gone through harsher realities.

Aiden had lived in fear for the first year that anytime he would get raped, but when someone actually tried it on him, he accidentally killed that person while defending himself, and after three murders, no one bothered him anymore.

Yet he couldn't sleep without the fear of someone sneaking in his cell, tying him to the bars, and fucking him before killing him. Every night he slept with a thought of killing another person, and it got so worst by the end he just couldn't sleep.

Now that he thought about it, surviving ten years in that place had been a miracle. A real miracle.

As the chill seeped through his worn-out robe and the cave's moist air filled his lungs, he finally let out the breath he'd been holding. Relief washed over him - he was no longer trapped in that hellish prison. He was in a new world, an equally brutal world which wanted to kill him on every step.

A bitter taste filled his mouth as he sat up.

The voice came back. Someone was forcing someone, and the muffled cries proved it to be to.

Aiden sprung to his feet. If he hated one thing in this life, then it was rape. Killing was fine, but rape wasn't.

Straining his eyes, he glanced around and adjusted his eyes to the pitch black darkness. Then he focused his attention on the direction of the sound. It was coming from outside of the cave.

Crouching low, he slowly walked out making no sound. Well, he was fucking barefoot so he couldn't make any sound until he stepped on dead foliage, and he had cleaned the cave before sleeping last night. It took him one hour to clean the whole mess, and scrap the moss, and form a clean bed for himself which didn't smell like a fucking prison toilet.

The noise grew distinct as he emerged into the biting gusts. The cries originated from several dozen feet away, where a female voice wept uncontrollably.

"Stop crying, you bitch. I'll pay you after I'm done with you." A man's voice struck Aiden's ears, and he eased up. This wasn't an assault and a consensual thing. Well, he couldn't be bothered about it then.

Shaking his head, he turned away. He wasn't very keen on entering an unwanted scuffle. Especially not when there were fucking super cultivators in this world. So far, he could burn people down with a snap of his finger, or break a tree with a punch, and he wasn't ready to die because he met a more powerful guy than him.

"Please, let me go. I don't want your money. Just let me go. I beg you, senior Wong. Please let me go."

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"Quit yelling, bitch. A lowly maid has no voice here. You should be grateful I've taken a liking to you. Starting tomorrow, you'll be my personal maid and lord over all the other servants. What more could you ask for?"

"Please let me go…" The girl's sobs faded away as if something was stuck in her mouth.

"Fuck it." Aiden cursed inside his mind and headed toward the source of the voice. This wasn't a willing affair, and he hated it. If he let this happen, then he wouldn't be able to sleep because of the bad memories of his prison.

After walking over the grass road for a few dozen feet, he spotted the perpetrator on the slope of the road. A half-naked old guy was all over a tanned girl. Her tattered clothes lay on a stone nearby, and her exposed arms had patches of black and blue.

Fuck's sake. Aiden looked around and saw a big stone. Grabbing it, he leaped down the slope and struck the old guy, blasting his head into the smithereens.

Ouch, he put too much force into this.

"Fuck!" Aiden wiped his eyes of the blood as he stared at the headless body rolling down the slope. Wasn't that guy a cultivator? How could he die in one shot?

"You - what did you do?" The girl cried out, wrapping her exposed breasts with her arm. She had dark brown, scared eyes, and a petite frame.

After kicking the headless corpse away, he grabbed her clothes and tossed them to her.

"I saved you from that guy. I don't care if you don't want to say thanks, but just don't look at me as if I disturbed your carnal pleasure. Go away now."

The girl wrapped her clothes in best possible ways while he looked in the darkness.

"Please forgive me, senior. I was just shocked by the way you killed that bastard. Please don't take offense." She kneeled and started weeping hard.

Aiden frowned. "I won't do anything to you. Go away."

"Senior, please don't kill me. I don't want to die."

Aiden stepped back. "I don't get your logic, girl. Why would I kill you?" He didn't get her thinking.

"Senior, you don't want to kill me? Why wouldn't you kill me?"

Aiden shook his head. "I don't know where you got this from, but I've no intention of killing you. I can't watch someone rape someone else in front of me, so I killed that bastard. That's it to it. I'm not a hero or something."

"Senior, you saved my life, so my life is yours." She bowed on the ground and started crying hard. "Please take me with you, senior. I can't go back. They will kill me."

"Corpse Refine." Aiden snapped his finger and the old guy, Wong's corpse, burst into flames.

The girl leaped back, scared shit.

"Stop pestering me, or I'll kill you like him." Aiden said coldly.

The girl stepped back, fear flashing through her eyes. She looked around and ran away.

Exhaling heavily, Aiden trudged back to his cave. As he stretched out on the soft grass, sleep eluded him. Memories of the prison days crawled into his mind, vivid and relentless. No matter what, he couldn't shut his eyes as the ghost of the past came back as soon as he did.

Sitting cross-legged, he rested his back on the cave wall. The unexpected incident had jolted him completely awake. There would be no more sleep for the night.

As he sat there, the memories of the cultivation world flooded his mind. This was the world where strong prayed on weak, and cultivators targeting mortals was a common occurrence.

Was he really into the holy realm? All the things he saw so far were fucking dark realm things. People killed their masters, friends, performed ancient rituals, and raped mortals. Everyone was corrupted to their souls, and they just sought for their benefits.

No, this couldn't be the holy realm. This should be named as the dark realm.

Someone sneaked in and he opened his eyes. Through the darkness, he saw the silhouette of the girl he had just saved.

"Senior, please don't kill me. I need to come in." The same girl he had scared away stepped in, sobbing through her teeth.

"I didn't want to kill another person in a single night, but I guess I've no other option." Sighing, he got up and pulled his elbow back. He would hate painting his cave with red.