C5 Chapter 5

Eventually, Rey couldn't stand the disgusting face of the bartender anymore. He was overwhelmed with rage and the urge to fight. He needs something to unleash his anger on. He wants someone to feel the pain he felt in his dream. Unfortunately, the bartender and his men had just become the perfect scapegoat he needed.

As the innkeeper's men lunged at him, Rey wasted no time; he darted toward them. He has been trained to fight with multiple men on multiple occasions. Besides, Rey had a gut feeling that he was used to a situation like this.

The only thing Rey did was feel a little bad for these men. They didn't know who he was. They were humans, but he was not. He was different from them. He's a night-walking creature.

A huge man raised his hand to hit Rey, and the latter dove, grabbing his hand in the same motion and then throwing him over his shoulder. Without hesitation, Rey spun around and back-kicked another man in his manhood. He stepped back to avoid a plank as another man swung it for his face, and he wheeled around to elbow a man in the face.

Before the man who was holding the plank could raise it to attack Rey, he leaned forward and headbutted him, and then punched another man in the gut.

Rey heard the distinct sound of blades being drawn from their scabbard with the help of his super-hearing. He needed no one to tell him that these men were getting brutal. He looked in the direction where he heard the blade sound and saw five men charging at him.

Rey didn't waste any time. He reached down, unsheathed his blade from his waist, and wheeled around to cut down the first men that lunged at him. The second one swung his blade at Rey, but Rey was faster than him.

Rey increased his speed and stabbed the man in the throat. The man screamed out in pain and was gurgling blood. He kicked him in the chest, the force of his kick sending him flying some meters backward.

Rey ducked on instinct, and a blade whistled past his head, narrowly missing him. He spun around, swung his blade, and chopped the man's head off. He turned around at the same time and plunged his blade into the heart of the fourth man. Before the fourth man could fall, Rey extracted a dagger from his waist, leaned forward, and threw it. The dagger went spinning in the air, end over end before it impaled itself in the forehead of the fifth man.

With a loud thud, the men fell, dead. Rey looked around, and he wasn't surprised to see ten men on the earth, not moving. The rest of the Innkeeper's men upstairs stay back out of fear, leaving the Innkeeper alone to face his nemesis.

Rey moved towards the man with anger written all over his face, and the man stumbled backward. His face widened in terror, and he seemed to realize that he had made a huge mistake. However, it was too late for him to make amends.

Rey charged at him, jumped in the air, and kicked him in the chest with all his might. The man flew backward, over the tables and chairs, and crashed them to the ground.

Rey didn't allow the man to rest. He picked up a shattered wooden bench, lifted it high, and slapped it on the man's head. As the bench collided with the innkeeper's head, it shattered into pieces, and the man collapsed, blood running out of his head and his breath becoming rough.

Nevertheless, the man tried to stand brave. He tried to pull out a dagger from his waist, but Rey saw it coming. With the aid of his super speed, he stepped on the man's wrist until he screamed and then kicked the dagger away from his hand with his other foot.

Rey squatted down beside the man and asked, “The bandits, which way did they go?”

“I'll never tell you,” the innkeeper yelled, spitting out blood.

Rey leaned down and choked the man. He squeezed harder until the man's face turned purple. After that, he picked up the man's dagger and held it between his legs. Slowly, he started pressing it toward his manhood, harder and harder, until the innkeeper screamed in pain. It's a high-pitched noise, like a sonic emitter.

“Last chance,” Rey warned, pushing the dagger harder against the man's manhood.

“Okay!” The innkeeper yelled, and Rey softened his hand. “There's indeed a group of bandits here. They left some hours before you arrived, and they were heading south, toward the upper Isle.”

Rey squeezed the man's throat tighter to be sure that he wasn't lying.

“That's all I know,” the man's voice came out in a muffled tone. “I swear, it's the truth.”

Rey scowled down at him, and a look of satisfaction filled his face. He had managed to force the truth out of him. Finally, he pulled back the dagger on the man's manhood. He turned around as if he were leaving, but spun around almost immediately and thrust the dagger into the man's heart.

The innkeeper sat up, his eyes bulging wide in shock, and he gasped for air. Rey didn't look bothered or pity him. He turned the dagger and pushed it deeper into the man's heart. Finally, the man stopped moving. He closed his eyes, dead.

“That's for giving me a hard time,” Rey said, smiling.

Rey dashed out of the inn, and he marveled at what he had just done at the tavern. He couldn't believe he had grown fond of Garry and Gaius to the extent that he would kill for them.

Rey also felt something different when he was fighting earlier. He felt a new surge of strength and speed. He could also feel a great sense of revenge surging in the depths of his stomach. He felt the urge to unleash chaos, and that brings out a question: On whom? Rey needs no one to tell him that it's the work of the being that possessed him. It's Lord Rey. He was feeling the man's emotions since they were bonded together. He just hopes this ends well.

Rey continued to gallop on his horse, racing down the upper Isle road and charging faster than he has ever done in his life. He was tired from riding too far, and he could feel himself starting to get exhausted. Nevertheless, he tried his best to avoid the potholes on the road and stay awake to keep his balance on top of the horse at the same time.

As Rey kept riding, kicking his horse harder, he could hear the hard breathing of the horse. Rey needs no one to tell him that the horse is beyond exhaustion and might collapse anytime.

As the sun started going down in the sky, Rey caught a glimpse of the city. Upper Isle is now within his reach. As Rey rode past the town gates, a man jumped in his path, trying to stop him.

“Hey!” The man screamed but he stormed past him. He didn't even slow down or glance back to check on him. If the man ever mustered the courage to come after him, Rey was sure that he would kill him without hesitation. It will be the last thing he does on this planet.

Rey charged through another large open entrance of the city, which was laid out in a triangle. It was surrounded by low, ancient stone walls and a ribbon.

Rey continued down the narrow street, following his instinct. He didn't know where he was going, but he kept following his gut. It's the best shot he had.

After some minutes of hard riding, Rey finally spotted some buildings ahead of him. The buildings were built together, and Rey had a claustrophobic feeling.

The path to the building was filled with people, and nearly all of them were drunks. They were stumbling against each other, screaming, and jostling each other. It was like a huge party was going on. Rey knew instantly that it was a gambling den and tavern.

Rey knew this was the right place for a bandit. He needs no one to tell him that he is in the right place but in a lion's den. He swallowed hard and hoped in his heart that he was not too late to save Garry. He just hoped the bandits hadn't sold him or, worse, killed him on their way.

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