"How about you take me to your Boss?" Jack uttered what felt more like a threat than a request.
That's when one of them stepped forward, speaking for the first time.
"Hehe, our Boss is a busy man, you see. He doesn't have time for meeting small fries." His tone was derisive, as if he knew he had the advantage. He then added:
"Of course, it would be different if you were to bring some company along. You understand my meaning, don't you?" The bastard chuckled.
Those guys were slavers, the lowest of the low. They were arrogant and greedy idiots that only cared about raw profit. They were obviously here for the Blind Fairy. There was only one way to answer them…
"Esteemed customers, how about buying a Pumpkin? Only 100 G each! Special offer, you can keep on living!" His gentle smile clashed with the bloodied Cluckinator in his hand.
"…."
"…."
"…."
Seriously?! They had all clearly seen what he had done with the previous 'esteemed customer'. Who was he trying to fool?!
"Tch— The ignorant truly are fearless. Do you think yourself powerful? Those trees won't reach us here, and you clearly don't know who our Boss—"
"Old Snake, right?" Jack nonchalantly replied.
"You know?!… That means you're aware that we're part of—"
"What will it be, customer? Will you buy or not?"
There was a moment of silence, the two glaring at one another. The spectators were cursing inwardly: why did he have the interrupt the juiciest parts?! Who were those guys?!
"There's no way that we'll—"
That's when Jack charged at them: Jack VS Seven Slavers!
The crowd hurriedly ran backward. They didn't want anything to do with this fight!
He invoked his flame manipulation magic, quickly sending a torrent of fire at his enemies. But this time, he had a new skill up his sleeve, one he used to feed the flames!
Fire Manipulation + Wind Manipulation = Very Hot!
[Detected Usage of Two Different Magic at Once!]
[Magical Explosion Imminent….Or Not?]
[Fusion Magic: More Analysis needed!]
His enemies were as baffled as the system. They hurriedly avoided it, all except one poor bloke that ignited. His black clothes had given him a very edgy appearance, but it was even better now!
"AH, What the hell is this?! Those flames are even hotter than your mom!"A random player happily played commentator as he tapped his friend's back.
The stern slavers spat in annoyance as they quickly counterattacked. Bloody mana chains came out of their sleeves, revealing the 💢 symbol on their wrists.
They were low-level crooks employed by Bloody Chains, the most influential slave traders in the capital. They were newbies in the organization, sent to scout Sprigfield because of the mana renewal.
They swung the chains at him, trying to entrap him. They were higher level than he was and more powerful, but they were also very new to this magic.
"Hehe, do you guys only know how to flay your arms randomly? It's quite the peculiar technique…." Jack mocked as he pressed the assault.
He ducked, jumped, blocked, and even rolled as he dodged the chains. This looked like skip-rope from Hell with extra bloody chains and lots of vicious men full of killing intent.
At times they pushed him back, even seemingly driving him into a corner, but they just couldn't catch him!
Before long, there were only three of them left. That's when they finally lost their cool, suddenly becoming chatty.
"Goddamnit, I'm not falling here!"
"Let's catch that bastard and sell him!"
"We'll make you see how useless you truly are!"
They thundered, their eyes as red as their faces. That's when they suddenly cut their palms open, tons of blood dripping down! Most were utterly puzzled.
"Have they gone mad?!"
"Chain bro, self-mutilation isn't the answer."
While they were all easygoing, Jack scowled. They actually knew this crazy technique?! Their superior was positively insane. What would happen once they started dying?
Blood Sacrifice was the kind of thing that was almost considered heretic magic. It was frowned upon, but the righteous factions didn't care all that much because it only worked with self-harm.
Soon even the clueless bystanders realized that something was wrong.
The chains started drinking the blood, overflowing with malevolent power. It was as if the trapped soul of the user was rampaging inside the magic— it kinda was too…
Instantly the chains became way faster, stronger, and moved according to their user's will. Evading became near impossible as this state compensated for their lacking chain-wielding skills.
"Is he gonna die?"
"They said something about selling him…."
"Perhaps they work for a brothel or something?"
Jack couldn't help but snort. Why were the players all suddenly glancing at his ass?! Either way, he had to focus.
Suddenly he saw an opportunity and took it! With a victorious grin, he turned yet another slaver into a human torch. There were only two left!
But just as he was reveling in his success, a chain erupted from the ground, coiling around his body. The sealing magic of the chain instantly immobilized him.
"Hehe, how does it feel to become helpless? You're slippery, but you're far too weak to escape. Any last words?" The lead slaver cackled.
"Do you know what the meaning of irony is?" Jack gave a bright smile.
"What the fuck are you talking about?! Do you even know what will happen to you? You're—"
"That's irony." He grinned.
That's when the heads of both slavers went flying out of nowhere. Blood splashed, and screams of the gallery echoed. What the hell was happening?!
With the casters gone, the chains disappeared. He lazily stretched before grabbing the heads that would forever show a shocked expression.
Many were still puzzled, having failed to notice the tiny fairy that had sneakily approached the enemies to finish them.
All their energy had been on attack, hence her charged wind blades had encountered no resistance whatsoever.
They had come hunting for a fairy, only to die to her magic. #Iron-E
Jack threw the corpses at the nearby trees to serve as nutrients, the Human and Fairy duo leaving behind a crowd as confused as scared.
With the severed heads in his inventory, he glanced at the horizon.. Their Boss was a busy man, right? Good thing he now had a gift….