It was a daily routine for me now, to search the jungle more and more for a way out.
Everything has it's pros & cons.
Mosquito bites were so rampant, at some point, I got even afraid of malaria.
Sleeping on hard ground was giving me a stiff back in the morning. Plus relieving myself & defecating on the open without a proper bathroom, was kind of awkward and uncomfortable. Then that bland taste of food. All total, it was killing me from inside.
One fine day luck smiled to me, there was one green, yellow and red dots marked on my minimap. First, I thought it was animals. After investigating the minimap one thing that I found out was, these dots were much bigger than compared to animal's.
Was it them? The one's I wanted to meet for a long time. Without any further ado, I started to move towards those dots...
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Revatibala never knew a life of hardship, she was the apple of her parent's eye. But loving Bhandhari Munda of the Onga tribe became a cruse for her.
She eloped from her parent's place and started to live here with him, but one fine morning. Bhandari got killed by an apex predator while hunting.
She became the widow of Bhandari, going back to her parent's place was also an option. But she was a women of perseverance who believed in the goodness of this world. She believed one day everything will be ok.
It was like any other day, she was busy in her daily morning chores & was getting ready to have breakfast with some leftovers from last night, as life was pretty hard for her after Bhandari's demise.
On the dark horse of doom, came Madan Mohan Banerjee knocking on her door.
With a coarse voice and an eye full of deceit, he summoned Revati...
"Where are you my dear, it has been such a long time. Don't hide that sweet face of your. Come out my honeypot..."
Revati got alerted, she took out an old cleaver a hid it her saree... She knew all the habbits & traits of this vulture.
With a slow & steady pace Revati came out of her thatched hut.
It was not Madan's mistake to drool for Revati, as any man with enough estrogen would desire her. A white sari squeezed her curvy body. Those ample bosoms, captivating buttocks and a cute face to die for. Now, they were like a curse for Revati!
Once a month, Madan the accountant of local landlord comes for land tax collection.
Revati's skin complexion were not too fair nor too dusky, they were soothing to the eye. She was in her late twenties or early thirties, probably.
With a shrunken face she said, "these days hunting & foraging of wild fruits, herbs are not going well milord."
Madan with a hope in his eye said, "so you are saying you can't pay the tax, last moth also you couldn't pay the tax. Last time and this time totaling, it is 5 silver coins in total..."
"Merciful lord, I have 25 copper coins now, I'll pay the rest in due time."
Madan laughed hysterically and said, "Do you think, I'm your father's servant.
I'll listen to whatever you say. Is that so!"
Revati wanted to say something but she knew the situation was against her.
"Ok, I'm not cold hearted, give anything worth 1 silver & 75 copper coins. Kind will also do instead of currency, rest you can pay next month..."
Revati frowned, in a disappointing tone she replied, "Milord, I would have paid you that amount, if I had anything of such value."
Madan chuckled while staring lustfully toward Revati's breasts and said, "who said you don't have anything to compensate..."
Her face became red in shame, anger, she tightened her grip on the cleaver that was hidden tactfully inside her saree..
She knew, something wrong may happen at any time. And it did happen,
Madan came with four armed guards of the local landlord. With his slight hint two of them approached Revati with ill intention.
She swinged her cleaver toward those guards, being no match to them she was easily disarmed.
They hold her tight in their grip, and Madan came towards his prey, while Revati tried hard enough to break free.
The saree atop Revati's breast were like a gift wrap for Madan. And he was pretty intrigued to cherish this gift, like a gift for some adult kid.
Revati cried a river, she prayed to thirty three crore gods and goddesses. She even begged Madan, for not staining her honour. But, nothing entered his ear. Today no one can stop him, untill he's satisfied with spreading his black seeds inside Revati.
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Two shots, silenced the moment. One bullet tore through a chest region and the other one wen't through the spinal cords of the target.
One guard fell down like a chopped tree trunk, an instant death. The second footman looked at the lethal hole in his chest region, which sprayed blood like a never ending stream.
He wen't down on his knees, trying to hold on to his mortal wounds while his body slammed on the ground with frozen pupils, filled with unknown terror.
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[Earned 500exp+125 soul points for killing lordship's guard]
[Earned 392exp+97 soul..]
Killing humans were different, they gave different xp points. Obviously due to their lvl differences. These guys who looked like guards, wore leather armour as protection so it was nothing infront of my kar98k slugs.
Metal armours may be different but the answer is only to be known in future.
The women who was being subjected to rape picked up the double barrel shotgun from the blood puddle, created by those guard corpses.
She shot down one guard, who was already stunned after seeing his two men dead by an untraceable foe. The second shot was missed and the pellets from the buckshot round grazed the body of the fourth guard.
Basically the target was that lavishly dressed mid aged fellow who wanted to rape her, but the sly fox used these guards twice as human shield infront of that women's firearm. They were only at twenty to twenty-five meters distance. Anyone could hit the target so it was not a big deal for her.
I couldn't crouch inside the bush anymore. I wanted to help her, but now she was taking all my exp's.
I detained the kar98k on my shoulder with the help of it's intricately designed string, while unholstering my pistol.
The last guard who was bit limping from the shotgun wound, tried to escape this escalating mishap.
My browning pistol roared multiple times, three to four slugs were enough to silence that escaping bugger.
My system again made a sound to notify me of my killing exp. But I was more interested in this situation right now, rather than my system's notification.
The mid aged fellow was in the ground, he was truly baffled to see an average joe like me walking towards him.
He didn't knew what type of firearm I was holding but he knew the level of it's fatality and the skill of it's owner.
He spoke to me in my mother tounge that was Bengali, a regional language of my country, India. So, one thing was confirmed it was India and I was in Bengal, most probably.
"Do you know whose men you have killed? You don't know what will happen to you, you will die a death thousand times worse..."
This dude was for real, some Grade-A classic villain. Now, this was the only thing that I was missing in my life...
I had to put a bullet in one of his leg, to stop his rants.
Now, he was crying in pain. A more suitable situation from before...
Next, step was to make an example.
Pointing my gun, I asked him to strip.
He was hesitant at first but two misplaced shots in the ground near his crotch, made an obedient fellow out of him.
He stood holding a tree trunk semi nude in his underwear while staring furiously at me.
"Now scram, don't even dare to come back. If you do, then it will be your last mistake that you are going to do."
In the land of might, the mightier one makes the law. For now, I am the mightiest and this fellow understood that I meant business.
Before going away, he scoffed at me and the women for one last time.
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