Walking like this is uncomfortable, but I guess it's better than wandering around naked.

Wait a minute. I was naked till now! Did I lose my Containers?!

She checked her pockets and noticed that nothing was inside them.

Seriously? Did I lose them just like that?

"System? System? Where are you?"

<< User has requested usage of System >>

<< Action approved, your probability of obtaining a rare skill from empty containers has been reduced by 0,1% >>

The girl ignored what she just heard and asked where her Containers were.

<< Since there was a high probability of them falling while the User was sleeping on the tree, they got stored in System inventory. To retrieve them, the User shall pay a fee.>>

"Why you never told me about it?"

<< The following question has been sent to System Operators, please wait a moment. >>

"Fine, forget it."

She dismissed the screen prompt in the middle of the road and noticed that some people avoided her.

Others pointed their Containers at her, and some others straight up approached her.

"Hey there, charming pearl, is something by any chance troubling you?

Do not fear, for I, Viscount La Fey, shall help you, for, of course, a small donation, what do you say?"

A rich-looking brown-haired boy was standing in front of her, swishing his hair proudly.

A narcissist is approaching, fuck.

"Forgive me for such a shameful display, Lord La Fey, but I shall turn down your kind offer, for I, have matters to attend to."

Why can't people mind their own damn business?!

She left in a hurry, ignoring the Viscount.

Searching for an inn, she carefully checked the street.

Shops of every kind were bustling with life.

Perfumeries, food stalls, weapon shops, smithies, alchemy shops, and even shady-looking buildings filled the road.

But the ones who got her attention were the peculiar-looking Containers shops, showcasing incredible merchandise through the shop window.

She entered the closest of them.

"Something strikin' your fancy, youngster?"

"Welcome to "The butcher" shop. What can I getcha?"

A tall, dark-skinned man wearing revealing clothes welcomed her.

A peculiar individual wearing peculiar clothes.

Also, what's up with that name? Isn't this a Container Shop?

-"Uh, I am just browsing. Why the eerie name?"

"Because we butcher the competitors with our superior quality goods."

the man said with a thundering laugh.

Wow.

-"I see. Do you by any chance know any nearby inn? I need a place to sleep and some delicious food, however, I don't have any money, so I am looking for an occupation."

"Of course, but they don't accept money."

-"What do they accept then?"

He looked at her in the eyes for a brief moment.

"Forgive my manners. You don't seem that desperate." His speech suddenly changed, becoming more formal.

"You can try out asking around at the tavern. Unemployed people would usually go there to find a job or to earn some money through commissions.

What's up with the sudden change of attitude?

Whatever, at least now I know where to go next.

-"I see. Thanks. I will be heading out then."

"Good luck out there, young lady."

* * *

After she left the shop, the man took a deep breath and said

"Quite the interesting young lady, isn't she one of your people? Why not greeting her?"

The entity remained silent.

* * *

"Excuse me, where is the tavern?" She asked a kind-looking passerby.

"Proceed down this road, cross the bridge and turn right. You are going to find it on the left side of the road after a few meters."

-"Thanks, have a good day!"

"You too."

Down the road...

Crossing the bridge...

Turning right and... there it is.

It was a building made of durable black wood, iron, and various minerals on display.

She pushed the door and entered.

The inside was old but kept in perfect and clean conditions.

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The room was packed with people.

There were conversations about the food, the commissions, the rewards, and even a boxing arena where adventurers could challenge each other in a friendly match, sometimes placing bets.

She asked the barman for a place to sit. After taking a good look at her, he answered with a hand gesture, pointing to the whole room.

"I am sorry if I sound rude, but are you perhaps mute?" she asked with consideration.

He nodded and showed her a gentle smile.

"I see. I am sorry."

She chose a table with a lot of people and sat right in the middle of it.

"I swear I saw somethin'!"

"Are you sure you weren't just drunk and imagined things?

"Believing in such things at your age, why don't you just slam your head on the table?!"

"Looking for a fight huh, you finally lost your damn mind?!"

They seemed aggressive towards each other, but they were joking, and the people at the table, aware of it, brushed it off with a good laugh and a few drinks.

They noticed the girl and greeted her.

This old man was talking about something before. Let's see if it's useful.

"If it isn't a new face, why are you sittin' at this table full of elders? Lookin' for something?"

-"Yep! I am looking for interesting stories!"

Possibly along with some juicy info.

"See that? This lil' lady wants to hear something interesting!" said the man who was trying to tell his drink-mates about what he saw.

"Hey missy, don't listen to that old man! He is just drunk and currently out of his mind."

"You asshole, you want me to crush you?"

"Try it, dumbass!"

They resumed insulting each other.

We are getting nowhere.

-"I am interested in his stories. May I hear them?"

They looked at her for a moment and then laughed again.

"Guess it can't be helped! Be sure to keep ya ears open because I will not repeat myself!"

-"Yes!"

FInally.

"Ya people remember when we parted ways yesterday night, right?"

"I wanted to head straight home, but after a while, the booze started trippin' and dancin' inside me."

"I don't remember where I was exactly, but since puking on public streets gets you chained up, I went outside the main walls and looked for a place where I could free my stomach in peace without guards lookin' at me funny."

"I puked and puked. I could feel my soul leavin' my body."

"And then, I saw something."

He stopped for a few seconds on purpose to create suspense.

"A whole lot of people, dead, on the ground."

"I hid behind a tree and saw a noble talking to himself, mumblin' some weird shit about an underwhelming outcome or somethin'."

"It was deadass scary, and yet, it was nothin' compared to what came right after."

"Light rose from the bodies and went right into his hands."

"That's where I saw them."

"The lights transformed into Containers."

"As for the corpses, they became skinny to the point they were comparable to skeletons."

It definitely is interesting.

Sitting here was the right call.

No one laughed anymore.

A man that hadn't talked until now opened his mouth and screamed at him.

"Are you shitting me? Are you telling me that my daughter did not die for an illness, but something like this?!"

"I am not talkin' about yer daughter."

"Then what now?! Tell me!"

The whole tavern's attention focused on their debate.

"Calm down. I didn't mean to offend ya."

"I ain't calmin' down, ya spittin' a whole damn load of shit."

He took an empty chair nearby and wrecked it on the storyteller's head.

"Guess we ain't solvin' it any other way."

The man stood up, spitted on the ground, and tackled him, banging his head on the wall of the tavern.

They were ready to fight until suddenly the owner walked towards them.

The girl hadn't noticed until now since he was behind the bartender station, but, simply put, he was tremendously tall and menacing.

He picked up the two of them, slammed their foreheads against each other, and threw them out of the building with a kick.

In awe, she looked at the scene and asked the table companions if this happened often and why he is so strong.

"You see..." a distinguished man with an intellectual aura surrounding him, that looked in his mid-50s, started talking.

"A place like this is so tranquil exactly because someone like that is the owner."

"Every now and then, whenever there's a fight, he slaps the hell out of whoever is bothering the other customers."

"He used to be a high-ranked soldier, a battle veteran.

But then, rumors of him having an affair with the duke's daughter started spreading."

"He was discharged from his duty, and the lady was disowned."

Quite the sad story indeed.

"Afterwards, without a job, he opened this bar under license of the royal family."

"For what concerns the girl, she fled from her residence and was never seen again."

"This is a delicate topic, so I will not narrate further. You'd better not pry into it."

-"I see."

That wasn't my intention to begin with.

"Enough with pointless stories, have a drink."

The man offered her a glass of booze.

-"I am not really a heavy drinker, but thanks."

She gulped it down in one go.

A few seconds later, a strong sense of dizziness and disorientation affected her.

This is...bad...

"Hey? Can you hear me? Wake up.

Someone, quick, bring me a bucket of water."

"You are finally awake."

When she regained consciousness, the man who narrated the story about the tavern's owner, was the first thing she perceived.

She looked at the unfamiliar ceiling and realized she was in a cellar.

Her hands and her feet were tied up to a rusty iron chair.

"I will tell you beforehand, screaming it's no use, this place is way too far from the city, and if you are hoping for help, it will never come.

Why would someone even save a total stranger after all?"

"Especially an outsider like yourself." He laughed, pushing his forehead against hers.

"You see, an unattractive man like myself needs to relieve the pent-up rage somehow."

I agree on the unattractive man part, not so much on the rest.

No matter how smart he tries to look, he seems like a total pushover.

"I will put that little mouth of yours to good use. You are an adult, so I might as well get you pregnant while I am at it."

"What do you think?"

Disgusting.

-"Abducting people surely seems like a messed up hobby. As for what concerns your request, I will be glad to assist you, but could you please free my hands? I promise I will make you enjoy every single moment of it."

"Ooh, aren't you a bold one, very well."

He freed her hands.

-"Before we start, may I ask a question?"

"What is it?"

-"How did you manage to abduct me, and what's your name?"

"I told them I was taking you to the guard's post to get you a place for the night.

My name is George. But you will forget everything afterwards, so you can give up on your plan of making me get arrested once you get back to Ray.

You will be my cock sleeve until I get bored of you. I have been doing stuff like this for ten years. You won't be able to flee."

We will see about that.

She did not answer.

"How does it feel when your plans crumble apart? Frustrating, isn't it?"

"Now that we are finished with the useless chatter. Let's get to it."

He pushed its erect member against her face.

"Use your hands, just like you said."

Let's play along for now.

She did not move at first, but then, she grasped it and started moving.

Just when the man was about the ejaculate, she gripped his penis tightly and roughly squeezed it.

Time to drop the act!

She violently twisted it and plucked it off, causing him utter pain. He fell to his knees.

But it did not end here.

An ominous smile appeared on her face.

-"Since I took good care of your dick, I might as well help with your testicles, r-i-g-h-t?"

"Stop, please!" he supplicated her.

"I am sorry, I really am sorry, so please, don't do it!"

She laughed audibly.

I was right.

This guy is a total pushover.

-"How pathetic can you be? You were so full of yourself earlier! What's this attitude now?"

"I am sorry, spare me, I will even give you money, as much as you want, and even my residence keys, so please, spare me!"

-"Deal, give me your keys."

"Here!" he hurriedly removed them from his pockets and gave them to her.

"There is even the address on it, now please, let me free!"

-"Free my feet next."

"Yes!" he loosened the rope.

"May I leave?" he asked her, terrified.

-"Fine."

"Really?"

-"No."

Let's make them pop~

She briskly wrapped his testicles with the rope, tightening them until they were deformed.

"Don't pass out on me! We are just getting started!" She snatched his testicles away and slapped his cheeks with them. Squealing in pain agonized, he tried to stop her, vainly.

-"No one can hear you, you know?

-"We are far~ away from the city!"

"Y-you harlot! You lied to me!"

-"Indeed."

He kept screaming while large stains of blood spattered the floor.

-"You scream too much."

She shoved his dick down his mouth, and with an uppercut fiercely hitting his jaw, the teeth crunched it, making it split.

A piece fell back on the ground, while the other found its way down his throat, making him suffocating.

"This won't do. You must swallow all-of-it~"

She took the other part and pushed it forcibly through his mouth kicking his face.

-"Question for you, how are you gonna die?"

-"A - You will stop breathing!"

-"B - You will bleed to death!"

-"Goodluck~"

She observed his body wriggling in pain until finally, the results were out.

The answer was B.