Marx opened his eyes. The sun was shining right above his face. He immediately closed them and looked away. He then sat up and stared at the surroundings. It felt like he just woken up from a nightmare. He wanted it to be...
But the surroundings told him that that was but his wishful thinking. All the villagers had been taken away. And it was all his fault. He retained his cold and distant gaze as he stood up. He was all alone and he only had one mission left to do.
He wanted to kick some ass and get some weight off his shoulders. He wanted to vent his anger. He craved for blood such that if he met anyone who dared to threaten his life, he would not hesitate to kill them. He even wished he could go back to that day seven months ago and rekill those guys. He replayed the scene in his mind but that only made him more bloodthirsty.
Then there was that number 10 scientist. That lady was going to die by his hands. He had let her go so that she would bring others after him not his village but he did not expect her influence to be this great.
Also he had not expected that his ignorance and arrogance had caused the Empire knowing about his village. He did not want to dwell on his faults but all his thoughts trailed to that side as he concluded that he wanted nothing but revenge.
There was also no other use of his presence in the village. Had he not impacted them? Would they even forgive him? That was something that was burning down in his heart. But all his thoughts concluded to only one thing alone. Revenge. He was not going to give the Empire peace until he found out what they did to his villagers.
He took the first step that marked his start towards getting the Empire on its knees. Even if it meant him using all possible means, he was not going to back off until they apologized to every one of the villagers and sent them back here on earth.
Even though it was going to take long, one day he was going to make them. He walked towards the village gates and on his way Jerry came carrying his backpack. The little guy had survived. He was overjoyed as he let Jerry jump to his usual position.
He rubbed the little guy's head and a smile formed on his lips but he quickly took it back. He wanted to remain angry. He was never going to get rid of the cold distant gaze until he found them.
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Marx had not even realized that the missions were categorized in segments. That could only mean that after this mission, he was going to get even tougher missions. But that could only be acceptable. The missions were currently too light for him.
He opened his eyes and gazed at his surroundings. It really suit it to be the last one. But this was what he had been waiting for for a whole month.
The first thing he realized was the ocean. He was at the beach. There was a wind that kept blowing his hair and t-shirt. He had taken more t-shirts before he set off. That was the only thing he had done before he had said goodbye to the village.
Waves hit at his boots and in the distance he could see birds in the distant ocean disappearing into the horizon. The sun gave the sky a crimson appearance and the rays shone on his face giving it a goldish tinge. He blinked several times and took in a cool breath of the salty oceanic air.
He looked at the wet sand when the waves retracted back into the ocean. He saw crabs trying to get back into the water and also some young turtles were trying to find their way back into the ocean.
Marx was tempted to pick one which he did but he released it into the water. If the system could store living things, he would have put it in there but he did not want to take its freedom away. He watched as the turtle swam into the ocean and as it disappeared.
Looking back on land, it was like a forest covered some parts of it. There was not yet any sign of activity. He dared not take a step forward or he would alert creatures he did not know about. He had gotten used to the system not telling him the requirments of the mission until he firgured it out.
He studied his surroundings but there was nothing unusual. Or so he thought for had he been careful, he woud have seen something strange. He would have noticed the houses that were a distance away still within his visage.
After a third careful analysis, he saw the houses that were in the distance. Almost 500 meters away. He sighed and started walking towards them. He did not want to use any skill before he could crack what the mission was about.
What if he wasted a skill that could save his life? He finally reached the houses which were still on the coastline and when he arrived, he was shocked by what he found. There were hundreds of huts that extended for as far as he could see. These huts were grass thatched an made of mud.
From their skin, they were all of the Indian Origin. The men were wearing only white loincloths and white turbans. They all walked bare foot. Many were now pulling their nets from their boats.
There were all kinds of salty water fish. There were boys barely reaching his chest wearing loincloths and turbans just like the men. They were all chatting in a language that Marx could not even understand. But Marx could tell that they were happy from their smiles.
They were yet to notice him and they carried on their activities as usual. Marx was somehow intrigued by this mission. He could already tell that this mission was in the past. The system must have sent him back in time.
The first woman he saw almost made his nose bleed. Her skin was flawless, black hair, brown eyes and her facial features were top-notch. But she was not the only one. Many of them competed with her for beauty.
If the villagers heard his thoughts, they would laugh at and despise him. If he was calling them beautiful then he was putting their beauties to shame. But what made him almost nosebleed was their clothing.
These ladies were wearing errotically and he could not just understand how the men and children could act as if it was normal. Only a white garment was used to cover her very full breasts like a brassiere. It was then tied behind her back in knot.
Her neck was long and slender and her eyes appeared to be shining. She had long legs leaving footprints on the wet sand. Marx actually nosebled when he stared at her legs for more than a second. There was another white garment that only covered her core part.
The garment could be said to be a very short miniskirt gauging from how short it was. Then, some parts of her thighs was not covered and only a string seemed to connect them. Marx wiped the blood with the back of his hands but another fountain shot from his nose.
He got a clear view of her and he could not stop himself from staring at her. She was carrying a pot on her head supporting it with her hands raised. This just made the loincloth to rise slightly higher and it was very close for him to see it.
He could feel his world spinning as he saw her swaying perfect hips when she passed him. He did not even realize that he was drooling over her unable to look away. His gaze did not leave her until she was no longer in his sight.
But when he took his eyes off her, they landed on another lady. She appeared to have even more refined features than the lady he had just been staring at. Marx wanted to bury his head into the sand.
He was but a sixteen year old boy. In his life, he has never seen a lady's thigh. That was going far. Even seeing the belly of a lady was considered very wrong in his village. It was even a taboo.
Parents did not oftenly allow boys and girls to be friends. Also, girls were supposed to wear clothes that revealed not a single part that could cause men to have a reaction. It was strictly adhered to and never in his life had seen what he was seeing today.
He did not even realize that his man down there was already awake enjoying the view too. What Marx did not even understand was how the men showed no reaction to them. Was it even possible? He had just had a nosebleed with a gaze.
The next girl he landed his eyes on made him weak in the knees. He did not even realize that he was already now strictly avoiding landing his eyes on a male. His eyes landed on two mounds.
Yep. She was only wearing a bra cloth. She had her features even more beautiful than the ladies he had seen. He could tell that she was almost his age. What he did not realize was that she was coming his way.
His eyes were fixated on her breast. Her skin colour was caramel. Her breast were not full yet but they were enough to send Marx into a confused state as his mind became a messy and chaotic. Her hair was long and black and she was wearing a necklace probably made of a tooth.
He stared at her nipples and they almost were having a shade of pink. Marx fell on his knees when he saw this sight. Had the system sent him here to kill him? Yet, here he had thought that the missions were too easy... But he did not hit the ground as he had expected.
Instead, his chin was resting on a bare shoulder. Two hands under his armpits...