"F*ck! This is going to hurt like hell, but who cares, dying while looking cool is all that matters..."

Urmas gaped in disbelief at Ash's sudden outburst, his jaw dropping in shock. Even if he combined his entire life's worth of experiences, he hadn't been insulted as much as Ash did in one go. Although 60% of Ash's words were too nonsensical and completely out of his database, one thing he understood very well was that the kid in front of him didn't deserve a painless death.

Ever since Urmas had become the vice leader of the bandit gang a few years ago, this was definitely the first time someone had called him "shit" or "little dick". Yes, his dick was small, but that is normal; because his entire body structure is small. If he had a giant dick like a troll, he might end up dying buried under his own.

Fueled by anger, Urmas's face flushed scarlet. He hefted his axe, ready to deliver a brutal beating before handing Ash over to the gang's "homos" to show him the consequences of insulting him. But just as he was about to swing, another bizarre event unfolded before his eyes giving him another shock.

Ash, who was sitting on the ground, still mumbling nonsense like a madman, suddenly raised his hand, and magically, out of nowhere, an iron dagger appeared in his hand. The next moment, an even more unbelievable thing that defied logic happened: Ash actually stabbed the dagger into his own forehead. Sadly, the force was insufficient, and the blade only pierced his flesh, stopping short of the skull.

"AAAHHH!"

A bloodcurdling scream ripped from Ash's throat. Now Urmas was convinced that the kid in front of him was mentally retarded. No sane person would attempt such an act, not even in their wildest nightmares. He hesitated for a moment and decided to see what this kid actually wanted to do. Now he confirmed that there was something wrong with his brain. Even if he forcibly stopped him from suicide and brought him back, there was a high chance that he would kill himself soon after that. So rather than wasting time, he might as well watch the drama and entertain himself.

"This kid is crazy. How can someone dare to commit suicide so easily just for fear of getting sold or raped by a bunch of homos? If everyone starts thinking like him, then all females might have disappeared long ago," Urmas muttered, shaking his head. He made a bit of distance from Ash; he didn't want to foolishly get caught by this madman and injure himself.

While Urmas was watching the drama, Ash, on the other hand, cursed himself. Why didn't he just cut his throat instead of trying to look cool and stab his head? After all, everyone with a clear high school education knows that piercing any bone is not easy, especially the frontal bone, the bone that protects the most important part of the entire body. How could it so easily be pierced? Ash's idea was naive beyond common sense from the start.

After screaming enough to make even vengeful spirits feel shame, Ash, with great difficulty, pulled out the dagger from his head and immediately slit his throat. This time, the force and resolve were undeniable, and his life ended instantly.

Urmas, who had been watching the drama, quickly came to Ash. Seeing his sliced throat, his face quickly became ugly, and he couldn't help but deliver several kicks to the lifeless body to vent his anger.

"Damn you, crazy bastard... My new axe..."

...

"Ahh... F*ck, my head. Why does it hurt more than my throat? Damn you, system. For goodness' sake, just shut down this creepy pain setting of yours," Ash groans in pain, and rubs his forehead where the dagger had stabbed him but failed to break through his skull. He cursed angrily, but the System, as always, remained silent.

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After a minute, the throbbing subsided, and Ash took a shaky breath of relief. But his relief was short-lived. He opened his eyes wide in shock as he realized where he had respawned again.

"F*ck! I have to walk for three hours again! Mommy, why didn't I save the file there? Damn it all, it's all that little bastard's fault," Ash said with imaginary tears welled up in his eyes. He contemplated the prospect of walking for three entire hours non-stop, without any company or entertainment along the way, which was boring as hell. He cursed loudly, slamming his foot hard on the ground. After venting his anger, he could only grit his teeth helplessly and restart his journey.

...

"Ahh, there are those red mushrooms. Now, I should have saved a file before looking for that damn little bandit for revenge," Ash muttered under his breath, his eyes burning with anger. He had already imagined the various ways he would torture Urmas; that little bastard deserved a heavy beating for spouting so much nonsense.

[ *Ding!:- File No. 3 Saved.

Location: Western Road of Woodworth Town

Day: 10

Total Saves: 23

Deaths: 4

Coins: 95 ]

After saving the file and collecting the mushrooms, Ash, instead of recklessly walking down the road like last time, moved away from it stealthily, walking amidst the trees while carefully observing his surroundings, trying to locate the little dwarf.

Soon, while being cautious, Ash finally found Urmas, who was casually lying on a big tree branch, occasionally yawning and staring at the road, probably waiting for some unlucky fellows like Ash to catch them by surprise and make a fortune.

"Now, now, how should I approach him?" Ash spoke in a low voice, gnawing on his nails in frustration. "If only I had a bow and arrows, then it would be a piece of cake to take him down. But with only a dagger, even if I manage to land an attack on him unless it is a fatal injury, it is still hard to say who would win considering the other party's years of fighting experience."

Suddenly, Ash's eyes fell on a big leather bag under the tree where Urmas lay.

Hehehe, what a great idea. I am really a genius, Ash thought, rubbing his head with an evil smile on his face.

...

Two hours later, Urmas who stayed awake most of the night trying to search for a clue about that monster who took the peddler, finally had to bow in front of the soft touch of nature and fall asleep without unknowingly, as an old player who spent literally spend more than half of his life in the forest, sleeping on the tree with barely minimum space is no problem at all, and in fact, as a bandit, he always has to worry about snack attack from some greedy bastards, so compare to ground, he felt much more comfortable and safe on the tree, and having small structure it is not difficult for him to find a good spot on any tree.

Compare Urmas who was taking an afternoon nap soundlessly, Ash not having such a good time, was sweating a bucket, in order to not get discouraged he dared not to make too many mistakes and had been sitting in the same place for the past 2 hours, and even holding back his pee with great difficulty.

Finally, that little bastard had fallen asleep, it is really not easy to be a thief, Ash thought while sipping the sweat from his forehead, and with very slow and silent steps moved toward Urmas while hiding behind the trees and bushes.

Without making any thief-like mistakes such as stepping on branches or making noise, Ash soon came in front of Urmas' luggage. Without any hesitation, he put the entire bag into his inventory, leaving only a very thin, almost invisible rope connecting Urmas' finger to the bag, hanging in the air.

F*ck! So it was a trap! No wonder I always felt like something was missing and everything was going too smoothly. Otherwise, why the hell would someone put their luggage on the ground when they could easily put it on a tree beside themselves? Now I know why. This little bastard is really not easy to mess with, Ash thought and the same way as he came started retreating but suddenly felt cill over on his body.

Sighing helplessly and a bit regretfully as well, Ash calmly looked back and saw Urmas staring at him with such an angry face that he could see a smock coming out from his head, and even hear the sound of his gritting teeth was quite clear. He was stroking what looked like a blackbird with weird markings on its forehead and wings in his hands.