“Well then…”

After stuffing myself with food and going back to the alley, my next task if to create a plan that can destroy the gang. Once I destroy it, I don’t care about the slums. From Drake’s memory reading too much light novels, normally, the gang controls the slums, and once it is gone, the order collapses leaving the slums in a chaotic state, but I don’t care.

My main goal is to get Mari out of here and elope with her, well, that was Gren’s plan anyway, but so what? Since what I am using is Gren’s body, why not fulfill his wish.

With Drake’s memory of his experiences, and Gren’s life of living in the slums, it could be possible to create a solid plan for destroying the gang. And thanks to the ability to manipulate a dungeon, this could be possibly easier than normal.

“First things first… Create a map…”

Now to create a solid plan in an area, first thing is to have a map to plan out routes for escape. By the way, my strategy is guerilla warfare after getting Mari inside my dungeon, which I can do tomorrow once Mari gets her share of money and comes back to me.

“But really…”

For a gang like that, I thought prostitutes would be holed up inside the brothels day and night, but for some reason, the prostitutes get free time during the morning and have their shifts 5 times a week. But for Mari, it was different. She only had free time in the morning and work all night. There are really sick bastards in this area.

While criticizing the state of people in this town, using Gren’s knowledge and experience of the slums, it took me about 2 hours to complete a map. Don’t get me wrong, I had the [Dungeon Menu] help me. Creating a map by hand is incredibly hard for the amateur me.

Thankfully, because the moon was out, I had no problem of being unseen. I just had to cover my silver hair with a garbage bag and put more dirt onto my body to make it not stand out in the dark.

“Ah… damn it…”

But well… The problem of stepping on chocolate fudge was still problematic…

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Now that the map was done, next was to plan out routes where I can attack and then escape once it gets rough easily. Thankfully, the gang members are mostly stupid and lazy thinking that no one would go against them so I can reassure myself on getting caught.

Gren’s body was unusually swift, acrobatic, and flexible in contrast to his malnourished state. Thanks to his memories of weaving up and down in the slums after stealing food from a vendor in the market area, he developed this kind of body.

“So I have no problem of running, endurance and stamina… How about strength?”

Now here comes the problem. Because of his body, the most he could do was run for extended periods of time, but when it comes to a fight, his body is weak as hell.

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“The most I could do in a fight using a stick against a Horned Rabbit is bashing it numerous times while dodging its attacks.”

Not very efficient I might say.

“Oh yeah! Why don’t I just use the monsters in my dungeon.”

I completely forgot about my dungeon for a moment. But then, a realization came to mind.

“But, if it gets out monsters are in the slum area, the town guards just might come crashing down on us.”

There is a saying in the slums, “Do not enrage the guards.” In this town, the commoners discriminates against us homeless. Well, there are a few exceptions, but most of them have the mindset of, “Why don’t they just die? They’re just a waste of people.”

Pretty extreme don’t you think?

Now what’s worse are the guards, just them getting annoyed at us warrants a death sentence. I don’t know how many men, women, and children from the slums died because of getting on their bad side. Gren once saw a girl aged about 12 getting raped by a guard in the slums. After doing it, the guard wielded his sword and slit her throat. Some commoners saw that scene, but left as if it had nothing to do with them. Actually, they had ridiculing smiles at the corpse of the girl.

“Sick fucks… all of them…”

If this was in Drake’s world, forget the FBI, the army would come crashing down on them and give them hell.

“This is a flammenwerfer, it werfs flammen.”

I recited something from Drake’s world that used a huge cylinder that spews out fire. If that existed in here, the whole slum area could be devastated in just a night.

Enough of that. So the usage of monsters is prohibited, then how about attacking their stockpiles of food and gold? I don’t care about the other homeless here, all I care about is Mari’s safety.

This could be a good alternative. Sabotaging their food storage and their gold hoard. Instead of dealing with the thugs, how about dealing with their internal workings, like their rations, their salary and whatnot?

“Okay, I decided.”

With this, my targets are the stockpiles of food and gold, as well as other items used in the black market dealings.

“Now last thing to do is to find where they are…”

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~ Third Person POV ~

Inside a brothel in the slums, a fat man could be seen mounting a little girl.

“Fuhh… I’m done…”

“…”

The girl had tears in her eyes. The past year, all of her usual customers began getting rough with her. All of her holes were plugged, sometimes it ripped and blood came out, you can just imagine the pain and torture the girl lived through.

“Hey! The next one is coming up. You better do your best to satisfy all of us, hihihihihi!”

The laughter of the fat man had the girl crying in tears, but she could do anything to them but watch as they rip her up more.

‘Gren…’

Her thought during this whole time was the boy who accompanied her during times of hardships.