After the whole ordeal, with people trying to wipe out the pier city, with no one to properly hold the reins chaos ensued, constant riots, plundering, criminals becoming more daring it was to the point that the guards simply gathered together and kept to themselves.
All while gathering the best stuff for themselves from equipment to wealth, the adventurers were hired in their place while they weren't the best choice, it still helped with the repairs on the crumbled walls, not too long ago someone broke out from within the wall that had a big crater then escaped to the forest.
Only a few excellent adventurers had noticed this including a certain mummy-like berserker that was trying to win the heart of Lucia who also had bandages wrapped around her limbs, she also noticed the running figure but choose to ignore this, and focused on repairing the wall, as the local monsters will definitely try to sneak in.
Hell, they still have those bloody undying freaks that retreated to the sewers that were a big headache of their own, thus she wanted to hurry with this and also find Remishia, ever since that monster sent her flying she lost sight of the girl.
She really didn't like this, nor the groping hand on her ass!
*BAM*
She delivered another kick to the berserker, that took her momentary distraction to cup a feel, sending another tooth flying since potions can help it heal back, she didn't hold back against the perverted bastard!
Thus with a snarl the woman yelled at the man that had a look of bliss while blushing as he was muttering a four-letter word, that only worked to disturb her greatly!
MORE!
This word was heard with every drop of her kick...
No longer did the berserker squeal in pain, no longer did he try to escape to lessen the beating...
As every kick he received would invigorate him even more!
So she used the only solution available to her at this moment other than ending this lunatic's life...
She grabbed him by the head then threw him towards the sea, as one he'll be swimming, which is something he sucks at.
why does she know? well, that's because it wasn't the first time this happened!
Secondly, this was the only way to give her some time to cool her nerves before he arrives again to repeat what just happened.
(#=.=) --------- Deep within the sewers, the loud sound of scuffling could be heard. The sewers were wide and large enough to have small ships travel through, it is the haven of the rats, wait, no, it WAS the haven of the rats both of the rodent species, and those rejected due to lack of wealth and power, the misfits. Right now, a group of 7 were running, with panicked breathes, but who could blame them when you got hundreds of rats that were changed by something with tens more that seemed human but from how they clung to the ceiling and walls while gaining on them that told them otherwise! The ferocious glares that promised a painful death, protrusions that could infect others with a simple touch, and the deaths of tens of their friends and family that spurred them on to make haste to escape! What brought them, even more, dread was the fact that those that had fallen joined the ranks of the monsters that sought to feast upon them! It was unnerving to watch a baby that wasn't even a few months old suddenly move and have the finesse that surpassed an adult's! It no longer had the cute sounds, nor did it look adorable in fact it seemed more frightening than the ones before it! The 7 tried their best using their respective skills as best as they could their abilities were simplified buffing meaning they affect one aspect of their target weaker than the others that roamed the world above and on top of that the cost was higher, making them useless on the battlefield. they would've been some of the most formidable supporters for anyone should someone had invested in them and let the skills 'level-up' but sadly, no one was interested in something that could cost so much. In the end, this is just how cruel this world is, as frankly these kinds of abilities were are loathed by the gods for one reason. it allowed the humans to break their limits more easily and reach the ranks of the gods which is something that they cannot allow, thus whenever they 'bless' their believers they make it to where it surpasses the support abilities by a great margin, and should one of their believers have such a skill... they cripple or replace the skill! this is one of the reasons why there are fewer powerhouses compared to the past, they were interfering too much, causing more unnatural monsters to be born to 'right the wrongs'. Thus now... these forsaken rats of society are given a chance to join the ranks of Mark's army! The seven people covered in rags were in a room that was used as a coffin hold, leaving so many rotting away and piled to one side blocking the entrance to prevent the monsters from reaching them. for now. One of them was an elf covered in grime trying to catch her breath while leaning against the wall, her six other friends were sprawled on the ground as they ran almost a quarter of a day trying to stay alive coincidentally they were all women that held similar skills of different races, and thanks to the said skills it was one of the reasons why they managed to survive for so long! *THUMP THUMP THUMP THU-* The sound of the large doors being hit was heard as some of the girls were pretty close to just giving up then offering themselves to end this life, but thanks to the elf's persuasion they still lived and helped keep everyone alive. one person had the ability to create a small internal within their hand the only problem was the skill was currently level 2 and it allowed one item, that can also be stacked depending on her physical strength, to be stored at a time per level, with the user being clueless as to what the restrictions were she put a loaf of bread no other item was able to be stored at the time after that. every usage made her hungry thus whenever she could with the little amounts of coin collected from her job and pickpocketing she used it all on bread! While allowed her to grow her skill it was excruciatingly slow! When it finally reached the next level she made another mistake that made her remain poor but at the same time prevent the gods from messing with her life, the girl filled the new slot with... water. it seemed pretty stupid at the time but their current situation was telling her otherwise, as were her friends that stayed with her thorough the time they decided to form a group together through thick and thin. The youngest one a human girl was crying within the grasp of a dark elf, that wasn't that old either, her ability increases the recovery ability or those near her within 10 feet be it health or stamina or even mana, the only problem was she needed to set it to affect what she wants and the next effect can cancel out the previous one. but at its current level, it can only reach 2% of the health/mana/stamina per hour, which is less than any adventurer's natural recovery ability, so yes with how time-consuming it is, people of this world thanks to the influence of the gods greatly underestimate the possibilities of this particular skill. Especially the injuries deemed as irrecoverable! a tan-skinned teen wielding a rusted mace sat near the door she was the 'tank' of the group, her face and body were covered in burn marks thanks to her being abandoned by her old party... after they had their way with her. leaving her for dead, as bait for the monsters they hunted at the time, with her pass burnt along with her belongings she was forced to live in the slums with a new identity, while she has more hair and looks more human-like thanks to the youngest of their group. Revenge was something that she had never forgotten. Now, they had to deal with the growing monsters just outside of the creaking door that was being hit. A voice they were all familiar with called out to them. "Meil, could you be a dear and open this door?" Strangely enough, the banging on the door had stopped, no more growls of hunger or aggression were heard. Meil was the human girl that was bawling just now, stopped as she looked to the direction of the door in disbelief as the owner of the voice was the woman that took them in someone that she called in particular as... "Mama Bell?" The young girl's voice echoed out full of excitement and relief, but the others weren't so easily convinced as they were too familiar with common tricks and hidden moves that many enjoyed employing to get what they want. Meil was about to go to the door to see Mama bell, but the dark elf stopped her before pulling her close while shaking her head to the young one that looked at her in confusion then asked the dark elf. "Big sis Chloe, why are you stopping me? that's Mama Bell! she might be hurt and needs our help!" It was painful to watch Meil to give her a wronged look but Chloe the dark elf could only give her a wry smile before hugging her a bit tighter as a few tears dripped down her cheek, she was unable to speak thanks to her previous boss that made full use of her skill the wrong way, her ability that passively increased the senses of those within the area where Chloe had planted her mark, if used properly the town would've had more mages or swordmasters or more geniuses of whatever field. But thanks to who had found her first, her ability was used to make a brothel into one of the best within the city, with business booming and she wanted to go on her way with the promised shares, one should've expected as such of a man that did many things behind the scenes, as he cut her throat then dumped her in the sewers, which by the way, was the man that had a certain alchemist working with him now. Thanks to the efforts of Meil, she recovered mostly but still lacked the ability to speak. The Tanned teen looked to the door coldly as a small gap allowed her to see the one talking from her angle. Things grew tenser as Bell's voice called out yet again full of pain and agony since the girl she called out to was taking too long. "Help me..." The voice warped into a one full of fear as it continued with a quiver. "I'm so scared... please help..." more tears formed on the edges of Meil's eyes, yet she also trusted those with her now seeing the looks on their faces the person speaking might not be who it sounds like... "Please..." The pained begging tone was hard to listen to and the tanned teen looked to the elf hoping to be allowed of what she had in mind, but the risk was too great so all that she received was a sign with two arms crossed with a don't do it look! The teen grit her teeth before moving away from the door as it was almost unbearable for her to listen to this! But as she walked away as quietly as possible, the voice began sobbing as if playing with their emotions. "hello? why are you not opening the d̷̝̘̱̻̰͈͕̒͋̀̔͗̏̊̀̽̂̕o̶̢͔͉͔̲͎͗͝ͅo̴̘͔̮͔͎͕̜̘̯̼̯̹̥̅ṟ̴̎̈́́̌̇́̎̓̋̔̇̿?̵̡̲̥̹̘̖̰̾͒͐̐" The voice morphed and cracked at the end with a skin-crawling whimper. Before the next words proved that they made the right choice. "let me in." the door creaked at the same time as her voice rose in volume and the force that pushed on the door increased with a light bang! "Let me IN!" then this time the door shook heavily as her voice was halfway yelling! "Let ME IN!!" the girls within the room prepared their abilities as they were using their strength to bolster the barricade as the voice was more of a Shriek as the voice was morphed as the door was cracking! "̷̧̮̼̞̪͈͎͕͖̠̜̹̩͔̬́͑̇̋͜͝͠L̷̖̲̝̥͈͉̂̌͂͋ͅE̷̢̡̛̳͙͖̙̞̭̠̮͖̫̖̰̙̲̝̺͕̳̼̼̼̋̋͋̆̇͝ͅT̸͉̰͇̫̯̰̙̘̘͕͕̠̈́̽̀͋̉͗̑̐͑̂͆͒̃̚͝͝ͅ ̸̙̙͉̬͙̱͈͉͍̮̘͖͓̳̙̀͑͒͜͜M̵̡̢̨̡̛͈̖̱̦̖͖̮̤̹̞͉͖͚̗̟̥̼̳̳̣̰̏͑̊̀͂͊̽͗͐̽̀̌́̇̎͗̚͝͠E̸̢̨̨̥̟͚̹̜͎̜̱̱͎̤̻̣̯̬͒̀̂̏͐͑̅̇̈̋̋̀̚̚͜ ̴̦͖̩̺̲͙̩̥̰͎̭̲̘̐̓̿̂͜͜ͅĮ̴̨̢̛͍̣̑̌̀̅̿͊͋͆̌̒̐̅̏̏̅͛͝͝͠Ņ̸̲͈̖̲͎̳͍͈̻͙͍̜̫̥͇̟̦̊̑́̇́̄̊̽́͜!̷̧̛̼̝͎͚̲͚̝̪̣̱̥̻̬̖̪̏̈́͛̔̈́́͠!̷̧̫̺̠͉̬̪̮̖͇̭̗̖̙͚͋̆̂̎͝͝!̵̡̡̨̹̥̞̙̮͙̬͕̫̪̳̞̗̲̗͕̫͚͛̔̋̄̽͛̏͗̾̾͘͜͜͜͝͠͝"̸̛̛̭̣͎̟͉̙̘͎̩̙̭̔̍̀͑̈́́͑̄̚ Thanks to their combined efforts and skills they stopped the door from cracking some more but it now had a gap that Bell was looking through as her following words were full of hunger and malice And to make things even worse as her words reached the girls within the room something stabbed through the gap then attempted to widen it! "̵̧̛̛͈͔̠̹͚̥̺̗͍̤͖̰̮̼̱̻̥̜̻̲̠̞̬̘͛̂͗̒͌̅̇͊̂͜ͅÍ̴̡̡̨͍̭̝̲̺̪̞̤̗͇̬̜̟͉̺̟̭͑͊̔͗͘ ̸̨̛̋͒̇̎͂͊̀̅̉̊S̶̡͎͈̻̞͓̭̰͍̻̱̦͍̤̟͖̑͂̀̊̾̃͐̆̐̈́͒͑̀̂̉̀̓͝͝Ę̴̨̨̦̤̺̲̣̞͙̮̖͓̞̫̖͙̼̦̯͔̺̟̯̈́̍̒͑̐̊̓̾̇͛͐͂̈́͘͘͜ͅͅȨ̵̢̡̻̗͚̹̟̦̩̻͚͙͍̳̖̙͔̳̝͕̳̬̙́̂̉̈́̀͑̆͗̌̌̃̂͌̇̌̆͐͌͌̓͜͜͝ ̸̙̺̯̣̩͓̳̗̰̙̖̏̇̓̋͛̆̍̐͠Y̶̡̢̨̦̠̯̬̝̭̥͖̻͖̠͕͔̳̠̹̤͉͎͙̥͌͒̉̈́̏̀̈́̌͆̏͊̐̾̊̂͌̒̏͗̓́͂̄̎͂̃̕ͅͅO̸̦͕̱̦͓̖̪̝͚̠͕̽̿͑̉̈́̈́͝Ṳ̷͓͛̐̋̒̄̏̈͠!̷̛͎̾͐̿͒̓̒̿͐̆̊̀͝͠!̷̧̙̥͓̏̌́͊̾͋̾͛̀̔̎̃̓̈́̚͝͠!̵̛̬̍͑͆̎̏͌̍̊̏́̌̒̆͑̒̇̍̔̏̾̽̕͠"̵̡̬̝̳͇͖̻̣̦͍͎̞͕̼̫̲͚̎̾̓̉͜ͅ