Sarah was fucked. She thought that as long as there were only three scared guys remaining, she could take them out without much issue.

But the morning after her attack, the six other guys came back. For some reason, they seemed to somehow be able to communicate with each other over great distances.

The guy they captured and tortured came to mind. But in her opinion, it was unlikely that he had sent some sort of warning to the camp. They had been way too relaxed for that.

But now they were on high alert. They took shifts guarding their camp and even only went hunting in groups of four. Sarah was somewhat confident that she could take four people on at the same time. But she didn't want to risk getting into a pincer fight if the others got wind of that.

She also couldn't find the woman who was left behind by the dirtbag. She must have gone back to the camp during the course of the fights. Sarah wasn't sure about that, though, as everyone in the camp looked kind of similar with their haggard and apathetic faces.

So there she was, staking out the camp for the last few days. Every now and then, she left some claw marks on trees and mutilated the corpses of various animals around the campside. And the dirtbags were visibly spooked by it. They were so tense and tired by now that they didn't even have the energy to molest the women in the camp.

They only stared with wide eyes into the forest, flinching at every rustle of the leaves. Funnily enough, Sarah still hasn't been able to take a glance at their leader. He seemed to always stay in the biggest tent, and only his hand was sometimes visible when he let someone inside.

At one point, she wanted to throw stones at them to freak them out some more. But she failed miserably. She picked up a stone, held it in the air, and somehow managed to let it fall on her foot.

"What the hell?" She cursed, not knowing what was going on at this moment.

Sarah looked at the status screen with an open mouth and a vein popping up on her forehead. She had to wait a few minutes until the system spoke to her again.

* Live with it.

* Get angry, and then live with it.

Please choose carefully.>

The vein on her forehead seemed to pop any second, while she tried her best to suppress the furious scream that was coming up her throat. She pointed her finger at the screen with burning eyes and insulted the system, until she felt somewhat satisfied.

She didn't know why the system had shown her the first option in the first place.

While shaking her head in resignation, she went back to observing the camp.

Luckily for her, it happened more and more, and some of the guards fell asleep for a while. They were snoring without a care in the world until they snapped awake again with a panicked look on their faces. She would try to use these small time windows to kill them one by one.

At least that was the plan. A very risky plan. If she was caught doing it, they would attack her all together. And no matter how strong she was, she wasn't confident fighting against nine people at once.

So guerrilla warfare and fear it was.

She waited for another two days until the dirtbags were so tired that they sometimes even fell asleep while standing.

And then an opportunity presented itself. One of the guards walked around the camp, believing that his partner would cover his back. His partner, on the other hand, was sleeping tightly on his post. Sarah waited in a bush on the edge of the camp, watching the guard walk closer and closer.

She could hear his tense breathing and see a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. He held his big wooden club so tightly in his hands that thick veins bulged on his forearms.

Sarah held her breath when he was only a few steps away. He abruptly stood still, looking around him in alarm. Sarah knew that she had to hurry now.

When he looked behind him for a moment, Sarah jumped out of the bush and punched him in the throat.

Contrary to her expectations, his neck wasn't crushed by her punch. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and a dark bruise could be seen on his throat. But he was still able to breathe.

He stumbled backwards and tried to scream, but only a coarse and quiet sound could escape his lips.

Sarah swore and pounced on him again. The man desperately hit her with his club, but she deflected it with her forearm.

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Ignoring the sharp pain, she ripped his club away and was upon him. The man looked at her in utter horror as she punched him in the face and made him stumble. But he still didn't die. He was absurdly sturdy.

The man still tried to call for help when Sarah changed her tactics. Her tail shot forward into his neck. The sharp tip barely penetrated his skin, but it was enough. She pumped him full of her poison, and she saw his skin blacken around the sting mark.

It took only a few seconds for the man to start frothing bloody bubbles from his mouth and for his whole body to spasm. His skin started to darken, and he started to bleed from his orifices. It was a gruesome spectacle.

Sarah was horrified for a moment because of the unexpected potency of her poison. She knew that she had some pretty horrible stuff in her tail, but this was beyond her expectations.

But she soon snapped out of it and disappeared into the forest again.

When she heard the horrified screams coming over from the camp, she couldn't suppress an evil grin. It was strangely exciting to play the invisible monster.

Sarah laid low for another day after this because the dirtbags were on edge again. Even though they looked more tired than ever before, they wouldn't close their bloodshot eyes again.

Sarah had to wait for another two whole days until she saw another chance. Much like the first time, one of the guards started to sleep while the other guard walked around the edge of the camp.

She sneaked up on the poor sap and waited, like the first time. The guy seemed to be pretty nervous. Sweat was pouring down his face, like there was a river flowing over his head. He was constantly looking towards certain tents in the camp instead of the forest.

He also seemed familiar for some reason. After a few moments of thinking, Sarah noticed that this was the guy who was sleeping while she had killed the other one. She couldn't put a finger on it, but something seemed fishy.

She already wanted to back off when she heard rustling sounds around her. They were coming from all sides.

"Shit!" Sarah snarled in anger over her own stupidity. How had she not seen it coming? In any case, she would reduce their numbers as long as they were so far apart.

With this conclusion, she jumped out of her hiding spot and directly onto the shit-scared guard.

He was screaming his lungs out, but Sarah couldn't care less about that in this situation. She had to kill him quickly and make a spectacle out of it.

So she slid out her claws and started slashing at the poor sap. His screams soon turned into gurgling sounds, as she probably ripped open his lungs in the few seconds she had assaulted him.

"Stop!" she heard a man with an imposing voice shout behind her. She grabbed the near-dead man, lifted him up, and sank her teeth into his neck.

She turned around and looked the man in the eye who had shouted earlier. And she sucked the man dry of his magic power. She didn't even leave a smidgeon of energy inside him, and his skin got even paler. Soon after that, he stopped breathing.

Sarah let the body fall to the ground while trying to ignore the fact that she had human blood in her mouth. She smiled at the man with her bloodied teeth. And he was visibly shaken. But not as much as the other guys around her.

Everyone among the dirtbags was shivering like leaves in the wind. Two of them had even wet their pants by now.

The guy who had spoken to her was most likely their leader. He tried to put up a hard front, but Sarah could clearly see his fear.

He was walking closer to her and was flexing his massive muscles while holding a giant club in his hand. Upon further inspection, it was closer to a tree trunk than anything else.

"You will die at my hands, monster!" He shouted in a thundering voice while swinging the trunk threateningly. Sarah knew that she should be intimidated by this show of insane strength. But for some reason, something was strange about this scene.

The men around her seemed to find their spirits again, and were starting to cheer on their giant leader.

"I will strike you down with this massive club!" he shouted again and started walking faster.

Right at this moment, Sarah noticed some kind of incongruity in the man's appearance. It looked like two different images were superimposed on top of each other.

One image was that of the hulking man with the tree trunk in his hand. The other one was of a lanky, hunched-over man holding a rather sharp stick.

Sarah felt a sting in her head, and her horns vibrated slightly. And the image of the hulking man was shattered. Now she only saw the hunched-over man, shouting with a voice quivering with fear.

An evil smile crept over her face as she realized what was going on. This guy was somehow able to create illusions.

Not hesitating any longer, she leapt forward and stabbed her right hand into the man's stomach. Her hand, aided by her claws, effortlessly dug into the unprotected belly of the man, and he let out an agonized yelp.

He looked at her with utter confusion, not realizing what was going on. "How?" he asked her before Sarah lifted him up with a roar, grabbed him with both hands, and ripped him apart. Her muscles ached horribly after this act, as she had overexerted them to show them her absurd strength.

She tried her best to ignore the gruesome scene beneath her and looked at the other men with an insane smile.

For a few moments, they looked at her with open mouths. And like they decided the same thing simultaneously, they started running away in different directions.

Sarah didn't dare follow them. While she was strong, she wouldn't dare fight against that many of these guys. Even though she could take a few with her to the grave, someone might be able to land a deadly blow. She would have to hunt them down one by one later.

When she was sure that the guys had run away, she tried to wipe away all the blood that had landed on her. She shot a quick glance at the mutilated guy on the ground and immediately regretted it. That was a sight, she wouldn't forget for a while. Especially, because she had done this gruesome act.

With these complicated feelings, she turned towards the camp. A crowd of utterly terrified people stood some distance away from her. And right at the front, there stood an absurdly beautiful woman who would make even Melissa look like a formless rock.

She had flowing red hair that looked like fire in the wind and a slender body with pale and flawless skin that was sparkling in the moonlight. It was simply unreal. It came to Sarah's mind that someone in the caves had gained the ability to make himself more beautiful. This was most likely something similar.

The woman ignored the gore on the ground and stepped towards her with a wide smile.

"Thank you so much for liberating us!" she shouted while beaming at Sarah with tears in her eyes. "You don't know how we have suffered because of them!"

Sarah looked into the teared-up face of the woman, and an intense desire to protect her and make her happy overcame her.

The woman was still smiling at her when Sarah slapped her so hard in the face that the sound echoed over the silent clearing.