GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

Chapter 1903  Not Human.

None of those soldiers have returned. It is not because they are weak. They are actually strong, but the things they were hunting couldn't die.

The three of them had always resurrected through the portable shrine they carried with them. It was a quick resurrection and didn't require a resurrection stone like the other otherworlders from Earth.

They were able to resurrect right where they died with their strength intact. This enabled them to wear down their enemies and turn the tides of victory against the soldiers sent after them.

They would like this to continue because they don't need to go looking for things to kill for runes if the king keeps sending soldiers after them. With the runes, they can grow their attributes, and with the constant fighting, they can grow their skills. So they have been growing stronger despite the hunt of the soldiers for them. It helps them achieve their mission of causing chaos and destruction in the kingdom until it collapses. Sometimes they have to remind themselves that they are on a mission because causing chaos seems more like a hobby, not a job they have to do. They are having a lot of fun doing it, and they have earned a lot of power from their vendetta against the king, who is trying to eliminate the many bands of orcs sent to raid his nation. He doesn't know that the numerous bands are just the same three immortal heroes. They were chatting when they noticed movements in the bush. It was Tempest that did. She had a better perception than them. Her voice came in a slow, even, and unemotional tone as she informed them. "Fourteen men coming from the road."

Black Knife grinned, "Like moths to a flame."

Then he disappeared into the dark.

Taylor muttered, "Show off."

The darkness of the night made it difficult to see, but Black Knife also had his black cloak, which grants him the passive ability that makes his scent and any sound from him disappear.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

Together with the active ability of invisibility granted by the cloak, Black Knife would have disappeared in the day too. So Taylor thinks it is overkill for him to use the active ability in the night. With Black Knife gone, this left One Sword with Tempest. He didn't feel comfortable being in her presence. It didn't help when she pointed it out.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

He replied, "A little bit."

She looked up from her scribblings and stared at him. He didn't see any emotion in her eyes. It was unnerving.

This feeling was not alleviated when she offered generously, "Would it help if we had sex?"

He chuckled at that. "No. No, it would not."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself. I have no other solution."

He asked her, "Would you have had sex with me if I had accepted?"

She returned her attention to her grimoire. Her eyes were looking down as she replied, "No."

Her reply made him roll his eyes. "Why did you offer then?"

"To mess with you," came her reply.

That made him laugh. It didn't register much because someone had cried out in pain in the darkness of the night. But the laugh did alleviate the tension he felt from being alone with her. Her joke had made her seem more human to him. He considers Sharon, or Tempest, as she likes to be called, to be different from them. It is not a far-fetched opinion. He has his reasons. He knows Black Knife to be a sadist who likes breaking rules and hurting people. He doesn't consider himself a saint, as he is willing to do everything he needs to acquire power. But Black Knife takes things beyond that.

Black Knife does things he doesn't need to do. He does those things for fun, which Taylor has a problem with. But he can tolerate it since this world is a game. It was Black Knife's twisted mind that came up with creating a large fire to lure humans who need a place to rest at night. He would then kill them before they got to the fire and loot them of all they had while earning runes from them to grow his attributes.

But for all his failings, he still considers Black Knife to be human. Tempest, on the other hand, is something else.

He had tortured a lady and killed a lady for a class. He felt bad about it and wouldn't have done it again if it didn't work. But Sharon didn't stop after the gods refused her request for a class.

The gods didn't speak to her when she went to them asking for a class after killing her first victim. They didn't even acknowledge her presence, much less her deed. But that didn't discourage her.

She went back and killed more people. She would always return to the gods to ask if that was enough. They ignored her until she killed the eleventh person. They told her that sacrificing people had become boring and unamusing. But that didn't discourage her. She took it as progress that they had finally acknowledged her. So she continued killing people. She kept killing people until she was granted a class. The gods were finally amused after she killed the 57th person. He can't understand why she continued to do that when she could have given up and gone to do missions. It is incomprehensible to him since she had spent weeks on it. It is time that would have gone to waste if the god hadn't given her a class.

What's more is that many other people had already gotten a class through doing training missions while she was still killing people. So the more efficient decision was to do training missions, but she kept killing people after the gods said that it was boring. He can't even justify all the killing even after she got her class because the effort she put in and all the deaths she caused just weren't worth it. 

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