The crowds of a bustling city, people here, there and everywhere, each in a hurry with no care for others.
In the dark alleys of the city, live the dark ones, lawless and ruthless, they only follow the ones with power, the one with strength.
A single person walked through the alley, his figure hidden under the cover of a cloak. He was in no hurry as he stood against the crowd in front of him, smiling as he did so.
"Are you the ones in charge of this place?" The person asked the hooligans in front of him, his calm demeanor acting as his shield.
'I can't feel his class aura, he must be a expert!'
'just what monster can hide his aura like this? He can't be someone normal like us can he?'
' Just which moron brought this guy here? We're royally f***ed.'
These thoughts filled the minds of the Hooligans, fear clouding their logic as they looked at the person in front of him.
The figure laughed lightly, his voice barely reaching the end of the alley but loud enough to echo in the deafening silence of where he was.
"Do any of you know this guy?" The figure said calmly as he tossed a small ID to the them.
-hunter licence-
-Name: Aaron seill-
-class: Heavy fighter-
- affiliation: Abony guild-
- (unimportant description that we shall skip)-
The Hooligans shrieked in fear, their breathes stuck in their mouth as they pushed forward one of the weaker ones forward who stumbled and almost fell.
"Tell me... Do you know him?" The cloaked person asked again, his voice hinting at silently fading patience.
Drip drip drip-
It begins raining, the skies darken as the cloaked figure brings out a golden scroll from his pocket which turned into a double ended war hammer.
"Yes yes!! I have seen him here!" The goon in front Quickly said in panic, his sweat falling faster than the raindrops as he almost ped himself.
The figure walks forward, the hammer still in hand as he looks down in the Hooligan's eyes and said-
"Take me to his base... That belongs to me now."
The goon nods in haste and rose to his feet in a split-second, ready to show the figure the way as he thanked the luck he had for surviving.
The other hooligans made way, none daring to block the figure as they dispersed like a flock of birds while the guider goon ran and opened a passage in one of the sheds.
The person followed the goon, greeted by stairs and railings as the door opened.
"It's d-down there *gulp* The passage to the Thieves Cove, I will be le- Ahh"
The figure pushed the goon forward, showing no mercy as he shook his finger in denial.
"Don't try to mess with me punk. Either you take me there or your dead corpse will." He said with a cold voice.
The Goon jumped to his feet and saluted the figure with a stiff gesture before silently turning around and begins walking down the stairs while the Figure follows behind him.
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"Fresh Stone ray core, only for a 10 Zwels."
"Oi mister, would you like to buy some *coughs* You know. 'that', hehehe."
A market, filled to the brim with thugs and Scums, a place hidden beneath the city where no normal person will try to willingly go.
Loot, items, soul cores, everything a person could want to buy was here but, you better watch you back because here, strength is the law and the only backer one could have.
Walking through the streets with leisure, the figure follows the Hooligans in front of him as he looks around.
"No wonder people of your level are still going around. It would be impossible to find some bandit in this hell hole... But-", the figure places his hand on the Goon's neck, " Did you think I was a fool?"
The breathe comes back to the Goon's throat, his breathing goes still as he looks behind in terror only to witness one of the hammer ends coming straight at his face.
The hammer smashes his face, sending a impact that caves the whole front area into the center and splattered the head to mere mash of blood and flesh.
The figure looks up, his eyes locking onto the rooftops of the shacks of the nearby shop where several masked people were looking at him from, fear visible in their eyes.
A bulky one jumped down, his figure indicating a women. Other followed behind the first one, some skinny some tall, but they all had masks.
"Can't believe our cover blew up so fast, it would have been better if you jus-"
"Shut up and come at me already", The cloaked figure begins walking forward, "I wanna catch up on my sleep."
Argus removes his cloak, revealing his somewhat handsome face as he raised his hammer towards the crowd while passersby left the scene and shopkeepers closed their stalls.
"Trial"
Time slows down and comes to a halt, halting everything around. Golden chains ruptured through the ground and chained up the thugs, one chain per each of the thugs.
The golden cloak of a judge appears, followed by the manifestation of the judge's core and the blind spirit of judgement which held the scales of accusations.
" Accusation: Murdering innocents. Accusation: stockpiling resources–", two of the three scales tilted in a instant, no need for inquiry by the spirit of judgement, "Final accusation: Trying to attack a judge"
The last scale tilted, not as much as the others but enough to be clearly seen.
Golden radiance filled the area, the golden cloak becoming brighter that the sun as the slowed time begins moving again.
- Accusations : True
- Trial milestone : 2
The spirit of judgement said in a robotic voice and thus, the trial had ended before the Thugs even had a moment to understand what was going and now they were flashbanged by the Radiance.
The golden light recedes, the cloak transformed into a armor as the hammer expended and Argus bathed in the buffs of the trial.
"... Isn't that just a stage 2 aura? This bastard is just a pushover!!!" One of thugs yelled as he ran forward, his words raising the shaking morale to the skyhigh.
He was just a fraud they thought, a style loving garbage who tried to act as a expert they thought.
"DIE!" CLANG
The thugs stopped in their tracks, the morale which was shaking before now dragging in mud below as they watched the first thug's weapon not even dent the armor.
Argus scoffed at the foolishness, charging at a enemy just because you sense he is weak is most pathetic mistake for a thug.
"Pushover huh? Well you're about to become a pushover." Argus mutters putting into the Thug's ears, leaning closer without a hint of fear as he raises his finger.
Argus places his finger in front of the Thug's forehead and- , " Begone." , he flicked with full force.
The head was gone, reduced to mere mucus and stains as no sign of anything above the neck was left behind. The lifeless body instinctively tried to touch it's head, only to fall backwards, cold and more dead than a zombie.
Argus moved his head, the shine of the golden armor looking like a scorching sun to the thugs, a predator of their darkness, the doom of their existence.
They tried to turn around and run but nevertheless, Their fates were already sealed in stone the moment they followed Argus.
Argus leaped, leaving a crater behind as he cut through the air with a speed unbelievable for a heavy fighter, his feet hitting the legs of the female leader of the thugs and many others as he crushed head of the farthest one.
The ground cracks as he lands, the hammer dripping with blood while the thugs looked up at Argus from the ground to look at their former member.
What followed it was a helpless slaughter by Argus where spun the double hammer like a staff and stained everything nearby including himself with blood.
The passersby were shocked, each terrified of what chaos may be coming their way if they spent a single second more there.
They all run, stumbling and gasping as few even puked themselves as they ran. However there was one who stayed, a single child who was wearing ragged clothes and had half sewn fluffy toy.
Argus walked towards the child, looking like a demon stained in blood as he did. He looked at the child and asked,
"Do you not feel fear?"
Whether the child was boy or girl, Argus didn't know but the child said nothing except point at its mouth, garnering Argus's attention to his/her cut off tongue and broken side teeth.
Argus felt rage bubbling inside him, furious at the demon who didn't even spare a child when even some monsters do.
The armor vanished, vaporising the blood with it as Argus crouches and picks up the child in his hand.
"Do you know where this guy's house is?", he showed the child the Hunter captain's ID and was brimming in happiness as the child nods, "mind taking me there?"
The child nods again, silently pointing it's finger in one direction and Argus smiled, turning the hammer into the Scroll again and gave it to the child to play with.
And thus the duo of one starving child of the streets and a golden judge that executes the scum of society, together left as they searched for their destination.
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-Hello to anybody reading this, I am the Author AG and I just wanted to say if any other author is reading this, then why don't I help you as well. So mind dropping your Novel name in comments below.