A day and a half passed without them being able to find any leads. They informed the administrative goblin to look for the first Rargnes, giving him his name and origin.
"I'll see what I can do," he told them, "but the slaves from the wastelands are complicated to track, especially if they date back two decades."
Rargnes refrained from asking them why they were not aging as quickly as a goblin should, all present without change.
Thus, they found themselves once again passing through the portals. A blue light burst from the portal, revealing their figures. A dozen guards paid by the invaders' associations stood ready, with many invaders crowding towards the entrances.
They waited for the portals behind them to go out before Sengrar stepped forward."Wait," said Rargnes with a hand on his shoulder. "I want to try to do it; let me have one."
"Okay, I'll weaken them if you want, but don't you have your gun?"
"I... I want to do it with my own hands."
Sengrar nodded, and with a wave of his wand, shards of ice pierced through the dozens of invaders, killing all the guards directly. The more distant ones screamed, forcing the door and fleeing.
"Go ahead then."
Rargnes' stomach tightened as he reached a trembling hand towards his leather invader belt, where he slowly grasped a knife, approaching his victims.
They were still breathing but unconscious. The shard had pierced the stomach. Given the medical conditions of these people, the unsuitable diseases in the air, and the lack of aid, they really had no chance of surviving.
Rargnes felt his hand tremble. He exhaled and quickly brought his knife closer before stopping it just a few inches from the body.
"Hey? What are you doing?" Sengrar asked, knocking the survivors unconscious with big punches.
"I... I'm going to do it!"Rargnes gripped his knife, trembled, and dropped it to the ground.
"What's wrong?" Sengrar approached him.
"I can't do it!"
"Well! It's easy, though."
Rargnes noticed that he felt no pity for these people. In his previous life, he had a few times wanted to avoid killing all the humans, even if they were invaders. He preferred slavery, and for those who had a lot of energy - it was a necessity, and it proved that they had killed a lot, too.
It resembled Sengrar's character after a good time in the world of the invaders, where killing was not seen as wrong, especially if it was done in the light and not in the shadows. There were mitigating circumstances for a motive like reputation.
Rargnes panted and picked up the knife again in front of the bodies of the people.
"No... I can't do that! I'm not a killer!"
He was not like the third Rargnes.
"As you wish," said Sengrar. "But one day, you'll have to do it if you want to become strong; otherwise, you can serve as an administrator on my territory if you like?"
"I'll do it! I'll manage it one day when it's necessary!"
Sengrar shrugged.
When they arrived in the basement, Sengrar touched the scepter, but his body did not undergo any teleportation.
"What's wrong?"
"It's not working here, try."
Rargnes touched the scepter without success.
"Me neither."
"It must be one time per person.
"So there was a chance for the first Rargnes if they found him, thought Rargnes.
They nevertheless took the class upgrade token.
Rargnes tried again to adapt to this world by killing but failed. Something had changed in him, or rather, maybe he was finally himself, not manipulated by power or the demon.
"Don't you at least want to try the gun?" Sengrar asked, holding a gun in front of a conscious prisoner who began to beg.
Nausea hit Rargnes. He couldn't pull the trigger. They went back, sold the slaves and soon finished the 5 zones created by the system that separated their town.The last class upgrade token was taken by Sengrar, who activated his class a second time. Rargnes was missing one.
They searched for a few more days, looking for the exploitation in Rargnes' memory, until the goblin administrator informed them.
They may have found a similar profile, still alive.