As Fero began to depart, the old man seized the opportunity to make a startling revelation. "Lord, we have an ancestor who was a Den hidden within our village! If you assist us, we'll grant you access to him!"
Fero halted in his tracks, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Grabbing the old man by the collar, he lifted him off the ground, his voice dripping with malice. "Oh? And what if I decide to slaughter everyone here, one by one, right before your eyes? How many deaths would it take before you start talking?" Fero taunted, relishing the fear evident in the old man's expression.
"It would take them all and more!" he screamed, his voice trembling with a fierce resolve. "If we don't receive your help, we will die anyway!"
Fero, his expression grave, acknowledged the plea with a solemn nod. Releasing his grip, he watched as the old man collapsed to the floor, "What do you need help with?" Fero inquired, his voice impatient because he was excited to fight.
The old man's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope, tears welling in the corners as he knelt before Fero. "The people from the other village are diverting our rivers," he explained, his voice trembling with emotion. "Because of that, we can't drink, nor can we sustain ourselves..."
"So basically, you want me to kill everyone there?" Fero interjected, his gaze piercing as he considered the old man's request.
"Not to kill, but to deter them, to make them understand the consequences of their actions," the old man clarified, his voice wavering with a mix of fear and determination.
"Okay, let's go." Fero agreed as he turned to leave the hut. "Lead me to them bitches."
The old man sprang out of the ground and proceeded to lead Fero through the shitty village. As they strolled, a growing number of villagers fell into step behind them, clutching sticks and stones, determined to get back their clean water.
Before long, they departed the village and entered a vast grassy field. The grass stood over two meters tall, obscuring their view and making it difficult to discern their direction.
Fero couldn't help but question their guide's knowledge of the terrain.
"Do you even know where we're going?" he inquired, his tone laced with skepticism.
"Yes, of course," the old man replied, his voice unwavering. "Those who have lived here for long know how to navigate these lands."
After what seemed like an eternity, they emerged from the grassy veil to confront the opposing village. Fero's gaze swept over the lowly village before him, unimpressed by its appearance.
"Just another African looking village," he muttered dismissively.
As Fero and the assembled group of roughly fifty individuals gathered before the village, a naked young man approached them from within the village and inquired, "For what reason are you here?"
Stepping forward, the elderly man positioned himself at the forefront of the group and bellowed, "We've had our fill of your atrocious deeds! Cease polluting our rivers or we will attack you!"
The response was mocking laughter, tinged with arrogance and defiance. "Hahahaha, with what? We have 2 swords, while you have none!"
Fero's disbelief was palpable. "Are they really flexing two swords right now?" he muttered incredulously.
Unwavering, the elderly man by our side stood firm. "Well... WE HAVE A DEN!" he shouted, raising his rock. In response, everyone in our group lifted their sticks and stones, erupting into cheers.
The young naked man took a hesitant step back, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. "D-Don't jest about something so serious!"
That's when Fero stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "Let's fuckin do this!"
The man with the stick quickly began retreating, shouting for their trash force to assemble.
As Fero entered the village, the system popped up with a warning: [Don't engage them. You haven't mastered magic yet! You WON'T be able to defeat 100 men!]
Fero snapped, "System, I swear to god if you interrupt me again without my permission, I'll kill you. Besides, I'm strong as fuck."
The system retreated back into her window slowly and disappeared.
Fero ordered for the group behind him to stand down as he forged ahead, excited.
As he entered the dilapidated village, a mischievous grin stretched across his face, fueled by the thrill of the moment. Amidst the worn-down structures, he spotted a woman strolling peacefully with her young child, oblivious to the impending chaos. Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed towards her with the exuberance of a charging bull, closing the distance in a heartbeat.
With the speed and weight of a boulder hurtling down a mountainside, he leaped upon her
On the floor, he grabbed her hair and smashed her face hundreds of times until there was no head to bang.
Once Fero got to his feet, he immediately kicked the child's head, making it fly off like a football.
Fero couldn't help but form a demonic grin as he witnessed the chaos unfold before him. As a few people wielding sticks charged toward him, screaming, "You monsterrr!!" he couldn't contain his anticipation.
With a burst of adrenaline, Fero sprinted toward them. As he closed the distance, he pulled his arm back, then unleashed a devastating right hook, connecting with the middle attackers' jaws, sending it flying off in a gory spectacle.
With only two men remaining beside him, Fero launched himself into the air, executing a split kick that connected squarely with both of their heads. Normally such an attack wouldn't cause much damage, but thanks to his unnatural strength enhancements, their faces contorted grotesquely upon impact, and both crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Quickly seizing one of their sticks from the ground, Fero turned his attention to the last person charging towards him, tears streaming down his young face. Without hesitation, Fero threw the stick straight through the person's mouth, ending his life in an instant.
Fero like a mad man began raiding the small huts, mercilessly killing all within before laying waste to the structures themselves.
Men, women, children, dogs, cows—everything that met his gaze fell victim to his relentless onslaught, and all the while, a sinister grin adorned his face, devoid of any hint of remorse.
With each life he ended, a surge of power coursed through him, invigorating his being. Strange, seemingly random numbers flickered into his eyesight each death.
+1
+4
+3
+4
And so on...
Amidst the bloodbath, fleeting thoughts of the mysterious numbers crossed Fero's mind, but he brushed them aside, preferring to savor every moment of the carnage. Scores of people lay sprawled on the ground, their once lively eyes now dull and lifeless.
Fero, driven by an insatiable bloodlust, tore into his victims with savage ferocity, ripping necks apart, rending limbs from bodies, gouging out eyes, shattering bones with his bare fists, and showing no regard for the conventional rules of combat. If it meant securing victory, he would resort to any ruthless tactic without hesitation.
As the massacre unfolded, the group of onlookers outside the village, despite their fear, resisted the primal urge to flee, clutching their rudimentary weapons tightly as they beheld the monstrous spectacle that Fero had become.
After half an hour of relentless slaughter, Fero's onslaught finally ceased with the demise of his last victim, whose head he ripped from its body with a brutal pull.
Approaching the stunned group, Fero stood cloaked in thick, crimson gore, a grim testament to his grisly deeds. "Give me my payment," he demanded, flinging the severed head of the chief to the ground before them....