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It was another normal day for the Criminal Boss, Azahunn. He had made a lot of cash today by asking more money for "protection" from the citizens that lived within "his territory", it was the easiest cash of his life.

Meanwhile, he had gained some new Slaves last week, as he and his varied group of bandits spread across the Mountains found a caravan carrying a lot of Ice Elves and Beast-kin who seemed to belong to the same group and were moving on. Although they didn't manage to catch everyone, they secured a few while some ended being intimidated and running away, leaving their people behind.

There were some stubborn ones, strong ones at that, that could have put some trouble, but he, as a Rank 2 Magus, defeated them and ultimately enslaved them as well. He had violated most of the women within this group that tried to fight him off through the last couple of nights, breaking their spirits and making them his personal sexual slaves…

A wicked and sick man, who had grown in the slums and that only learned that strength was everything, that's what Azahunn was. Animalistic and ruthless, he survived in these cold lands with his strength and magical talent, while taking anything he wanted.

As he lived outside the sect, there were no rules nor laws here, guards from the sect didn't even care what he did, and most of the sect families even colluded with him, buying slaves from him and stolen products he got from stealing and assaulting caravans.

He was slowly building up a large monopoly by merely being a ruthless monster. Many Merchants were already cooperating with him in the Slave Trading Business, and as of later years, more and more sect members, who were often very rich, came to them to buy large packs of slaves for themselves.

No one cared about these innocent people who were forced against their will to be slaves or to be used as sexual slaves, they were destined to live like this for the rest of their lives.

Although horrible, the truth was that the strong dominated the weak. If the strong caught a weak one, forced him into a slave, and used this person to do whatever he wanted… no one could say otherwise, unless a stronger person than him were to intervene and save them.

But were such stronger people that nice? Most of the Rank 2 and above Sect Members were happily buying slaves, grown in a society that accepted slavery openly, they were fucked up in the head from the beginning.

And those that saw this as wrong, could not do anything even if they were strong due to their connections to these people that did buy them and the relations with the sect. if they were to intervene in such an important business that fueled the city with constant income, they would be framed as criminals instead.

It was a hilarious and ironic turn of events… this whole thing, for these innocent people, was hell on earth.

Did they had any hope? No.

There was nothing they could do now. As Slaves, they were prohibited from cultivating and were stuck at very weak levels of strength, only used as all types of tools and servants, until they were to fall over the ground exhausted and die.

There was nothing left for them than… endless despair.

Praying to their gods did nothing. They were left hopeless.

Only death was the only thing they looked forward to.

"Hahh… That hits the spot. You're a pretty nice whore, I love to break that tight pussy you got there…" said Azahunn, as he dropped an almost dead Ice Elf woman over his bed, her eyes seemed dead already, although her little heart was still beating slowly. Her entire body was ravaged, she, who was once a prideful warrior of her tribe, was reduced to this horrendous sight.

The only thing she awaited the most was the sweet release of death… but due to the slave collar, even killing herself was prohibited.

Despair…

Endless despair…

However, without Azahunn realizing it, two figures moved through the shadows of his hideout.

Slowly yet steadily, they slaughtered his men one by one and didn't even leave evidence, saving their corpses inside a strange pocket space.

As he leisurely rested over his throne, these figures reached the gate that led to his hideout.

Drake and Benladann glanced at the five guards with squinting eyes, quickly acting.

Flash!

In a few seconds, they rushed towards the five guards, both of them, and used their deadly weapons, attacks, and magic to slaughter them.

Benladann used Skadi, which she borrowed from Drake, to slice in half a guard in second.

The other guards noticed this as they were about to scream, but she silenced them by throwing patches of mold into their mouths with amazing precision, using her Fungokinesis to manipulate the mold through telekinesis, she had practiced her aim a lot lately, and did it perfectly!

After that, Drake rushed towards the nearest guard and practiced his Unarmed Fighting Techniques, throwing a palm attack over the man's chest, making his ribs shatter into pieces inside of his ribcage and pierce his internal organs. His own heart splattered inside of his chest the moment it received the strong shockwaves of the Palm Shockwave Technique within the Unarmed Fighting Technique Skill.

Benladann practiced her Mold once more, as she generated a long mold tentacle and inserted it inside the mouth of one of the guards, using it burst their interior horrendously.

The other two guards were so terrified their magic incantations failed, and Drake impaled both of their heads with his dragon tail, which he extended and coated in ice until it resembled a deadly spear.

And all of this in only 10 seconds.

They were killing machines through and through…

Azahunn, however, heard their corpses falling over the floor and thought they were slacking off or something.

"Oi! What are you doing? If you slack off I am lowering your paid," he said leisurely, as he drank a large amount of ale…

However, when the doors opened, what greeted him were two completely different people, which were obviously not his guards…

"Eh?!"

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