《Conquest Online》Hypocrisy
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After placing the village order, two A class goblins spawned. And to Jamie’s surprise they didn’t have their wolf ‘partners’ .
“ Lets check their stats first “
Name : Golard ( A class )
Race: Goblin
Profession: Rider
“ Can tame any 4 legged beast and force it into being his mount “
Skills: Cavalry Charge
Meditation Sutra: Wall Destruction
The other one was named Golger and had the exact same stats, which put Jamie in the difficult situation of not knowing whom to choose as the village’s chieftain .
“ You both spawned with the profession ‘Rider’ which I’m guessing should give you the skills of both goblin riders and goblin scouts “
The two of them just nodded, and when Jamie saw that they weren’t highly intelligent he just had one lead the goblin riders and the other one lead goblin scouts .
“ Probably when the next two goblins spawn and change to one of the professions, they will get something like a summon skill where they could summon their mount wolf “
He sure let his imagination run wild......
Since the villagers would be having a lot of work to do , there was going to be no battle in the next two or three days .
He ordered everyone to follow certain blue prints and upgrade the village’s buildings .
With the 25 labourers that would soon spawn things were bound to get better.
As for himself, he planned on logging off since he was hearing some noises on the outside .
— Could it be that third uncle wants to eliminate me before I grow stronger, had he found out that conquest online granted powers to humans ?
He got out of the game launcher expecting something totally different from what was happening.
Till, his currently least favourite person in the world was dragging Cara by her hair.
Her eyes were all teary, and clothes torn just like the last time he saw her .
Feelings of guilt conquered his body quicker than he could have ever conquered a village no matter the quality.
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He was just human , he was just a man !
Just like any other he feared being weak and he could not show his emotions.
He could not cry since society didn’t allow men to cry ? No matter the era tears on a man turned him into a pussy !
“ Please stop , somebody help me please”
Stop begging the bastard , he wanted to scream . Scumbags like him enjoyed causing pain to the weak, enjoyed their plead and their vulnerability.
But he couldn’t scream, he had to pretend being weak and crippled , he had to close his eyes to such injustices. HE HAD TO !
“ You’re quite pretty for a whore, do you know that ? “
He grabbed her chin with his right hand and forced her face closer to his .
Cara closed her eyes hoping all of it was a dream , just what had she done to deserve it ?
They say human brain replays every moment of life when close to death .
As if its trying to tell the body and heart goodbye , the last act of service to its host
But it is just the human brain trying to draw your attention away from all the pain and suffering, which is why offers you memories.... The only things that are entirely your own and nobody can ever take away from you ... MEMORIES !
Memories of her father dining with the late patriarch invaded her mind .
Her late mother and
madam( patriarch’s wife ) who held her little hands and complimented her hair .
All the love she had felt, the easy life ....
** SPIT **
“ Get away from me UGHH “
Till cleaned his eyes with his shirt sleeve and slapped her in the face .
She started crying, unable to hold her tears she started crying like a baby .
“ Please dont touch me , I can’t let you get close “
She tried raising her hands but Till was clearly stronger, he grabbed her and lifted her up then slammed her body next to Jamie’s whose eyes appeared to be lifeless .
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“ Why are you hurting me, I never did anything to you . Please get away from me”
Till tried to touch her, he had always hated having to bow to Jamie when he was just a kid from a branch family .
He hated how Cara would be his wife without Jamie trying since everything was arranged for him .
He hated his weak parents for not being family patriarchs but being born in branch families . HE WANTED HER, and everyone to submit to him .
“ I am not hurting you, this is justice .
Heaven’s justice, I deserve you “
This bastard was just a cripple now, a cripple who could not protect his woman .
He could have her all for himself , in fact he wanted to violate her right to his face.
“ This is definitely me doing good, I am not an evil person who is forcing you “
His hands tried reaching under her skirt .
“ STOP IT “
“ This is me doing good, definitely not an evil thing. I’m just saving you from being wife to some crippled loser, right ? “
“SWIFT BULLET”
Just as Cara closed her eyes accepting her fate, a purple beam hit Till behind the head and came out of his forehead.
His dead body fell on Cara who was on a state of panic due to all the blood and circumstances.
Her eyes were opened yet she appeared to not be conscious , her mouth was opened but she appeared to be mute .
Just what was happening, what is this ...
“ YOU .... you are not a cripple “
Jamie did not know what to say, his guilt blocked his throat and took his voice .
Even though he was no longer a cripple he felt her pain, he could not speak , he could not walk . All he could do was stare at her, just like she was staring at him .
“ Why now ? “
“ I was crippled until now, the power could be gained from the game “
“ Why now “ she repeated !
She cared about no game, she didn’t care about his excuses.
“ I was Loyal to you , yet you ignore my suffering. WHY NOW ? “
“ I am not having any of this shit “ Jamie brought her back to reality.. He wasn’t having none of that !
She stopped , she realised that nobody was under any obligation to save her .
“ Do you think I have it good, huh ?
My uncle pretends to be kind so that he could steal the money left to me by my father . Even household servants treat me like garbage, hit me, slap me, spit on my drinks and spit on my food .
I was at a state where I shat my pants as a grown man since I was unable to FUCKING MOVE ... WHERE WERE YOU THEN ? HUHH .. Where was anybody then? You think I didn’t bitch? You think I didn’t cry ? You think I didn’t want to die?
Do you know what its like to want to scream yet being unable to since you have no voice ?
Do you know what its like to want to punch the wall and kick the table yet being unable to since you got not limbs? “
He wanted to snap at her even more , did this bitch think he was having a party every day surrounded by naked women serving him food and drinks ?
Why was he being soft over a woman in the first place, he had better things to do . He had revenge to take but... her hand reached his and she cried for him , for him and for herself.
And after staring at each other in silence for a while she decided to speak .
“ The game, you say it gives power ? “
Jamie nodded .
“ Ill play it too “
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