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Chapter 94 - Chapter 94: Rick's fury

Rick got flabbergasted once he saw Dean, who was supposed to still be completely broken, sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed and in a good posture.

He seemed to be completely focused while meditating. It was hard to see hyperactive youths like him get into such a composed and concentrated state. The determination of the boy was always surprising Rick, even in moments like that.

However, the most shocking of that situation was that his body was thoroughly wrapped in bandages. The places where his bones should be cracked were already healing. He hasn't swollen up anymore, except by some parts of his face.

'This boy, how could he...?' He began to wonder but stopped even before he could finish his line of thought.

He looked behind, gritting his teeth so hard that they seemed to be about to shatter. Rick clenched his fists and sighed hard. That was the second time that a slave made him feel that way, but the first time when the one who made him get angry was Paul, the most easy-going slave that he knew after all those years working with it.

Because of all that time being so easy to get ordered, Rick got expectations to never worry about that boy. It should be the reason why it made him almost just as angry as he was two days ago.

'That scumbag of a slave! Even though he gives me a lot of money, he is starting to make me want to rip off his head, or torture him for consecutive days! I will make that piece of useless garbage learn his place soon! It seems that it wasn't enough to make me lose the best opportunity of my life, he still had the guts to corrupt the only slave that never gave me a single headache!'

Rick was undecided whether to take Dean off guard and start his punishment right away or then go look for Paul and teach him a lesson first.

He was so mad, that his usual quick decision-make got slower and harsher. It was rare for Rick to hesitate, but at that time he couldn't bring his mind to make something other than just thinking about the different means that he would choose to torture those two.

'Where is he? Where is that piece of shit!? I will beat him in front of that other monk-boy there to taught them what happens when they mess with me!'

The other three members of the group were arriving again at the camping after taking a quick bath. They were looking for Rick and got stiffened right after they saw the crazy expression on his face.

Since their leader usually stayed with an indifferent and exhausted face, they could tell immediately when he was mad or not.

"Hey, Rick. What's up?" The only one that was courageous enough to ask something was Clay, and even he hesitated for a while.

"Where is that shitty slave? Where is Paul?" He asked slowly, but loudly.

Upon hearing his words, the group looked behind them. Not too far away, Paul was making their breakfast silently. Nonetheless, his eyes told them that he was expecting to get bullied that day. He knew that he made something wrong.

Without any warning, Rick charged towards him.

He took the boy by his collar, raising him from the ground. He did not care about all the food that dropped on the soil and just focused on Paul's face.

"That slave I spanked two days ago..." He pointed at Dean. "He is okay now. Still hurt, but okay. That type of aiding isn't something that one can do alone. Who did it?"

Paul couldn't lie to him due to "Emperor's Touch". He didn't have any other choice instead of telling him what happened.

"I couldn't hold myself when seeing him as good as dead like that. I knew that he wouldn't survive, so I took care of him myself, using improvised materials." He said in a choked voice. Rick's grip was suffocating him.

"Oh? You couldn't hold yourself? Then, I think that's fine, right?" He put the boy back to the ground again, turning to the others. "Am I wrong here? No, right? I mean, he couldn't hold himself..."

Hector, Kevin, and Clay didn't answer anything. When seeing that crazy look in Rick's eyes, they remembered the real kind of demon that he was.

"It's okay, Paul. It's okay..." He spoke in a soft voice, cleaning Paul's shirt that was a bit dirty.

Smirking, his eyes locked with the slave's.

"Then, since it is fine for people to do anything they want when they can't hold themselves... I think I don't need to hold myself here!"

Rick charged his right fist, pulling it back with all his might. In a matter of seconds, a huge amount of "Willpower" accumulated in his entire left arm. He was intending to cause great harm to Paul there.

The slave closed his eyes and put his hands in front of his face, shrieking.

'I died. I am not an Ascendant like Dean. If I get caught, I will die. I can't withstand a single hit of his chain, while Dean bore it all night. I can't do it. I can't!'

When he heard the sound of his fist piercing the air, he prepared himself for both the impact and the most painful experience of his life.

Nonetheless, the slave felt nothing.

Instead, a loud thud echoed through that mountainous land. Some birds flew away from the isolated trees of that place.

When Paul opened his eyes, he nearly sighed in relief but also was left dumbstruck.

Dean was standing in front of him. His arm was stretched, and Rick's fist had struck the palm of his hand.

The other three looked repeatedly to where Dean was meditating before and to where he appeared. They didn't see when the boy left that place and went to defend Paul. He was way too sneak and swift.

Also, they couldn't believe that Dean was able to retain a punch delivered from none other than Rick with just his bare hand.

Nevertheless, more than anyone there, Rick was the most surprised.

'This boy... just, how could he raise his ranking so fast in so short period of time!?'