3rd person Pov:
Inside a tavern, a woman was sitting on the floor with a fear-stricken face. She didn't even notice her clothes that were ripped, and her assets showing for everyone to see but kept watching the scene that was happening in front of her. A middle-aged man, in another corner, was looking at the same scene with fear. He was trembling and didn't even have enough courage to scream let alone run away.
Another young woman, who was beautiful as if created by the goddess was calmly looking at the same scene while sipping on her mug of Alcohol. They were all looking at the scene of a boy of barely eight, breaking and ripping apart the bodies of a few boys. The scene was something to behold. Mangled and torn corpses of boys with their faces intact showed nothing but fear and pain.
"No, please. Stop this. Don't you know who I am? Stop. Stop. No" A pig-like boy was shouting at the boy who was walking in his direction covered in blood and looked like a devil with all the red blood on him. The piggy boy was shivering in fear. He had never felt this before.
To him, he was always at the top of the food chain. As long as he was in his territory, he could do anything he wanted, and no one could do anything about it. There was once a time when a traveling adventurer stopped him from having his way and hurt him. His father used legal measures against him and punished him for hurting a noble.
He used the same card here, trying to remind the boy in front of him of the consequences that would befall him, but the boy just casually said while ripping the arm of one of his friends, "Why should I care? I am just a little boy who doesn't understand all that complicating stuff." And now that he was finished with everyone, it was his turn.
The boy slowly walked in his direction, wiping blood from his face with a cloth but that only made him look more terrifying. A devil. That was what everyone in the room saw. A devil. He slowly reached the piggy boy and knelt down to meet his face and said with a smile that seemed terrifying as hell and said, "Don't worry. I am not going to kill you."
When he said that, the piggy felt some hope. The boy continued, "No matter how much of a sinner you are, and my hands are itching to kill you, I can't kill you like this."
Though his words were terrifying, the piggy still felt relieved. The boy continued with some words that only brought greater hope to the pig. When the hope had turned into the assurance that he would now live, the boy said, "I can't kill you because that would be an injustice to your victims and their families." And then it all came crashing down. "They will decide your punishment." Hope turned to despair. Before the pig could even scream, he was knocked out cold.
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1st person Pov:
I knocked out the pig and turned to Cynthia who was calmly sipping her beer while looking at me with a monotone expression. I knew that deep down, she could not believe the scary person I become sometimes, but she doesn't let it bother her so much. "Tie him up and arrange some clothes for the girl." She only nodded and got to work, and I turned my attention in the direction of the man who was shivering like he had seen something horrifying.
Cheh Cheh. People of this world are too soft. Something like this back in Kunlun was normal. I knelt down to face him and said, "The people who watch a sin happen and let it be are also sinners." He seemed confused by my words, but I didn't wait for him to register my words.
[Flame dagger has been equipped]
He became even more confused by the pain in his chest, and he looked down to see what caused it. He turned to look back at me, but he didn't have any energy left to say anything and slowly died.
[Target level is lower than the User]
[Penalty applied]
[No Exp gained]
Tsk… Each and every one of them were low-level scrubs. I slowly stood up and turned my head to Cynthia who was covering up the girl. "Get her a new set of clothes and take her home. After that meet me at the baron's manor." She nodded to my commands. I walked out of the Tavern and headed in the direction of the Manor of the Baron which was clearly distinguishable from the houses of the common populace.
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3rd person Pov:
"My lady is sleeping, and young master went out with his friends to drink." An attendant said to a man sitting in a grand chair. This man was none other than Baron of Dowan. Arkinson Dowan was a handsome man with golden hair and brown eyes who looked nothing like his son. One would even suspect if they were truly father and son. Baron Dowan sighed when he heard that his son was out to make trouble again.
"Send some men to him and when he is finished, clean all the signs of him being involved in anything. I don't want to take any unnecessary risks." The baron had been covering his son's crimes for a long time now. Even though he wanted to keep him from doing such misdeeds, his wife would throw a tantrum if his stupid son's name got involved in anything.
"Understood Master." His attendant bowed to him and turned to leave to carry out his order. He had just reached the door when an object flew in through the window of the room and before he could do anything, it exploded, and smoke filled the room. The attendant lost consciousness but the baron protected himself with mana. Still, he had inhaled some of the smoke at the start and now he was also falling asleep. Before he fully lost consciousness, he saw a boy walking toward him and placing his hand on the baron's chest and said, "Sleep tight Mr. Baron. You won't feel a thing."
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