"Thanks for the info, now you can all die."
"Become Exp points for my companions"
Montu ordered them to start attacking.
There were 103 men in those 60 huts.
Happy and the hobgoblin started to attack everyone in their range. One of the men tried to attack the hobgoblin but was sliced in half with his sword.
Everyone panicked after seeing how effortlessly he diced the man in half, they began to run around to save themselves.
But all was in vain, their speed was too low. Everyone was getting cut and sliced. Blood was everywhere, even screams could be heard from inside the huts, the women and some elderly who were inside the huts were able to know what was going on as they could hear everything happening outside.
Soon every one was killed, except people in the huts. They were just shouting from inside.
Devil go away, demon, Satan, and all the names they could think of.
Montu told them to kill everyone in the huts too and soon everyone was dead.
Not a single soul survived the zombie's slaughter.
187 people were killed in total.
Hobgoblin leveled up 2 times whereas happy leveled up once.
Montu added all 6 stat points in strength for the hobgoblin and all 3 stat points in speed for Happy.
Montu couldn't deny the primal urge stirring within Happy and the Hobgoblin. The scent of fresh flesh, the raw hunger in their eyes – it was a macabre symphony orchestrated by their undead nature. He allowed them their feast, a gruesome tableau under the harsh sun, but his own gaze remained detached, observing rather than partaking.
[Congratulations Host ,you have received a title for your actions]
Slaughterer
Increase strength stat by 10 temporarily for 10 minutes.
Cooldown= 12 hours
A cold satisfaction hummed within him. This new title, "Slaughterer," granted a temporary boost, a twisted trophy for his cruelty.
"This is amazing stuff, could be used in a troublesome situation" said Montu.
'I didn't knew I would get something like this for killing those people except the exp.'
"What about the Evolutuion points?"
Montu asked the system, since he has 144.4 points.
[The Host needs more points to find out]
'Let's just forget it'
Soon they gobbled up all the corpses, with blood and organs all over themselves.
The feast subsided, leaving behind a scene of carnage and decay. Montu called them away, the mountain range beckoning like a jagged spine against the horizon.
Meanwhile, within the bandit cave, a different scene unfolded.
Their leader, a brutish man named Skar, relished the spoils of their latest raid. His men had brought back 34 girls, fresh faces destined for the slave market. He imagined the bulging purses, the whispers of power they'd buy him.
"Boss what should we do about those 34 girls from the village?" Asked a bandit.
"We will sell them as slaves tomorrow for a good amount of money. Young girls sell for a lot of money. You can do as you please with them for today." Said Skar with a spear in his hand.
There were a total of 71 bandits with an average of level 7.
Little did he know, a reaper walked towards his lair. Montu was heading towards the mountains with his 2 lackeys.
The surrounding area was covered with trees and bushes. After walking for an hour, 3 huge mountains were visible in a distance.
Trees obstructed their sight before they could see the mountains properly.They were larger than the average earth mountains.
They reached near them in an hour and began looking for the bandits. After searching for half an hour and finding no clue about anything, they went towards the second mountain.
They soon saw a cave near the second mountain. There were 2 men standing there as guards each holding a sword.
From behind a boulder, he observed the unsuspecting guards, their greed a beacon in the shadows.
He checked their levels and both were of level 5.
Montu took out the cloak from the inventory and wore it. He also took out a few gold coins and scattered them onto the stony ground. Then, a silent command whispered to Happy and the Hobgoblin – a shadow play set to unfold.
The coins clinked, catching the guards' attention like flies to honey. One lumbered closer, curiosity outweighing caution. Montu crouched, feigning fear, his face hidden in the gloom.
"What are you doing here, rat?" the guard snarled, his voice thick with suspicion. "This ain't no playground for lost souls."
Montu stammered, a carefully crafted performance, "I... I didn't know. I was just passing, tripped and spilled my coins." He cast a desperate glance at the scattered gold, his voice trembling.
The guard's eyes gleamed with avarice. "Leaving ain't so easy, friend. We be bandits, not charity workers."
Panic fluttered in Montu's voice, "Please, take the coins! Just let me go. I'm of no use to you, a dead man walking."
He summoned the other guard, their laughter echoing through the canyon, a chorus of vultures feasting on misfortune. They snatched the coins, pockets bulging with ill-gotten gain.
"Disappear. And remember, these mountains have only one owner – Skar the Scourge. Trespass again, and your bones will be his playthings."
The bandits turned their backs, lost in their petty triumph. Montu, a predator disguised as prey, saw his opportunity. A silent growl ripped through him, a command echoing in the minds of his companions.
Happy and the Hobgoblin sprang into action, shadows leaping into the sunlight. Blades flashed, crimson blossoming on the dusty ground. Before the guards could even breathe a cry of alarm, their lives were snuffed out, silenced by the cold kiss of oblivion.
Montu reclaimed the scattered gold, the coins clinking like morbid music. He slipped the swords into his inventory, trophies from a game not yet begun. Then, turning to the cave, he spoke to the system, his voice a raspy murmur, "Is there a way for me to receive the exp gained by these two?"
[The Host can do that. All you need to do is think deeply about it and you will receive all the exp gained by them automatically. You can change this again by thinking of not receiving the exp]