"Didn't you hear me move!" roared the gangster his face red from the bottle of cheap booze in his grimy right hand.
The old gangster was practically fuming with rage, most likely because of how intoxicated he was and he kept raving like a lunatic.
The gangster was over six feet tall and had one of the ugliest mugs you'd ever seen!
His nose was crooked like it had been smashed in one too many times and his teeth were jagged and yellow. As for his face, it was filthy and covered in wrinkles, and his hair was wiry and gray.
The fact he also had a hand axe only made him more threatening.
Roach shivered upon seeing the axe and quickly ran to the other side of the street while the man kept shouting at him.
Only after he was out of sight did the man finally stop screaming and began walking again but not before uttering a long string of profanities at him.
"Stupid twat getting in my way I'm a member of the ghetto ghosts for fuck's shake nobody gets in my way...
"Die you fucker!" Roach shrieked while driving a shiv into his neck.
The old thug didn't even have the chance to finish his sentence before Roach stabbed him in the side of his neck.
The gangster fell to the ground blood gushing like a fountain from some artery on the side of his neck.
"Hahaha! Bastard take that my stealth skills are over 9,000 hahaha!"
Roach cackled, then making sure no one could see he began rifling through the man's pockets for anything that could be useful.
"Tsk! Broke ass mother fucker only has a few coppers on him, must have spent the rest on booze!" Roach swore, sending a few kicks into the man's head for laughs before swaggering away.
Roach didn't have an ounce of guilt, it wasn't like it was his first time killing someone. At some point everyone in the slums has killed someone that was just the harsh reality of this place, you gotta kill to survive.
"I've got about six coppers I guess I can get something decent to eat with this?" Roach said as he sauntered down a nearby alley.
The money system in this world was pretty simple. You have copper, silver, and gold coins. One hundred coppers make one silver and one hundred silvers make one gold.
The average income for a citizen of Indoma is three silvers a year but that's only if you're not a hunter or a soldier in service of the top 1%. While those who live in the slums only make a few coppers every year, if they're lucky.
"Tsk! Fucking merchants they run the whole damn city and the castellum just lets them do whatever they want while drowning in bribe money!" Roach croaked out in his dry raspy voice.
The head honcho of Indoma was the castellum otherwise known as the commander of the city-state military.
He leads the soldiers and hunters while the merchant families handle the imports and exports so they controlled the city's wealth while the castellum handles their safety.
The current castellum was called Rock. All he knew about him is that he is super corrupt and very strong. The people didn't call him Rock the invincible for nothing.
Roach hated the bastard including just about anyone. He despised the castellum but if he had to give him credit for one thing it is his monstrous physical prowess.
Roach has heard a lot about him like his love of loose women, strong booze, and his sudden homicidal outbursts but mainly he heard about how he became the castellum.
If the story is true he was born in the slums just like Roach but one day a horde of ten thousand monsters showed up to ransack the city.
However, before they could even scratch the outer wall he ran into the horde and killed every single one using nothing but his bare hands and didn't even have a single injury after the battle.
"From what I heard he was only twelve at the time how crazy is that? Those weren't ordinary monsters either it was an army of jewel ants, not only did they have diamond-hard carapaces their mandibles could cut threw reinforced steel.
Jewel ants were hyper-intelligent and worked in perfect unison, they even form unstoppable battalions and strategic formations that allowed them to take down even the strongest of monsters. But Rock killed them all only with his fists that's why he became castellum. He deserved the position far more than the old castellum. Not to mention they couldn't stop him from taking the position by force if he really wanted to."
*sigh*
Roach couldn't help but sigh when he thought about the strength of the castellum. It was so unfair that he had such freakish abilities from birth while Roach barely had enough strength to walk well, that and shiv people.
"One day I'll be the castellum wait no I'll be even bigger than him I'll become the strongest in the world!" Roach hissed while once again not watching where he was going.
"Hey, brat did you kill that guy back there?"
Roach turned only to see two men with black skull tattoos on their arms staring at him.
'SHIT WHY ME!!!' Roach cursed in his mind.
It looks like trouble has found him once again.