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Chapter 5: The bloody boy

Zatiel was observing the camp as he was preparing to assault it, it has already been 2 days since the poison was mixed in the water, and everyone should have been affected by now.

Although the protection team of the well finds it weird that a badly injured beast attacks them out of nowhere, after testing the water of the well and finding nothing, they thought that the alligator was chased out by an opposing beast and randomly arrived at the well.

"The number of lookouts has increased since last time, it is to be expected after all 2 of their men disappeared. The poison should be already in the system of every bandit by now."

When the night came Zatiel started the attack, flashing from tree to tree, the first thing he did was taking out the lookouts. Even though there were some experienced fighters, none of them could react before being knocked out.

"Now let the real show begin," Zatiel says while taking a sword from his waist, a present from the first group of bandits he captured.

Although he was about to fight 100 men, on his face you could see excitement and a fighting intent as if this was a very enjoyable game. Although during his first and third life he has been a human, his longest time alive was as a demon, and demons are in essence battle machines and to them fighting is a second nature. 

Actually if it wasn't because he knew it was suicidal going without preparing beforehand, he would have attacked the camp the moment he found it.

Without hesitation, Zatiel charges directly to the entrance of the camp. Having spent the last couple of days training his body, he now has almost 3 points of physique and 2 in agility, giving him the ability to run almost 100 meters every ten seconds.

"Enemy!"

"Attack him!"

The two guards at the entrance barely had time to react before Zatiel appeared before them. Since the guards were experienced killers, they attacked him with ferocity.

The first guard stabbed his sword directly to Zatiel's head while the second aimed to his waist.

Zatiel moves his head to the right just enough to let the sword pass by the side and using his sword he manages to deflect the attack from the second one. Without pausing, he launches a heavy punch to the chest of the first guard with his free hand.

The guard was thrown away 2 meters before crashing on the ground and you could hear the sounds of bones breaking. The second guard tries to attack again but a kick hits him right in his face and throws him in the air.

Without stopping, he advances to the camp and the commotion alerts the rest of the bandits.

Zatiel charged and attacked any bandit that stood before him, never stopping, dodging the attacks, and finding just the right moment to counter-attack. All the bandits were being thrown to the floor with broken bones and sometimes with their arms or legs missing.

Sometimes some stronger bandits with some amount of training in vital energy attacked him but their fate was the same as that of the rest.

"It should be starting to take effect about now."

As if his words were magic, the bandits started to drop to the floor like they were flies.

It was of course due to the poison Zatiel mixed with the water 2 days ago. The poison used was a powder made from a plant known as Fighter Doom. It was a tasteless poison that takes effect when the person suffers from a drastic rise in the blood flow like in a fight hence its name.

With the riot and commotion going on, almost every bandit was battling or chasing Zatiel, increasing their heartbeat and worsening their current condition.

Just as Zatiel was observing the now defeated bandits, a feeling of danger appeared. Without wasting time, he stepped back and put the sword in front of him.

A heavy sword came down on him and crashed against his own, throwing him almost a meter before he could stabilize himself.

A burly man, almost 2-meters tall with a square face full of scars and short hair wearing his full armor shows up.

"So you are the bastard that thinks he can burst into my camp and kill my men."

"You could say so, and who are you?" Zatiel spoke as he was giving the order to the A.I chip to scan his opponent.

'Strength and Physique of almost 3 points hence the poison didn't work, luckily his agility and mine are around the same or this could be very difficult´.

Of course in the worst case, Zatiel would just escape, stuff like staying and fighting to death with honor, to him, was just stupidity.

"Good! You are a brave little brat, you can say Captain Robert killed you when you reach hell."

Zatiel could not help but show a little smile on his face as he heard those words. After all, imagining a demon, a resident of the abyss going to hell, the land of devils, after his death will be hilarious.

"Die you little shit!"

The Captain charged at Zatiel and attacked with all his strength, slashing with his sword straight to his head, trying to cut him in two.

Zatiel moves to the left dodging the sword just by a few centimeters.

The sword crashed on the ground and made debris fly away, a testament to the strength the blow carried.

Angry at his attack missing, the Captain continues with a series of slashes from all directions, but no matter how he attacked, Zatiel always finds a way to dodge his blow right at the last moment.

After more than ten minutes, the fight continues the same way- the captain madly attacking and Zatiel skillfully dodging.

Zatiel always dodges the attack using the minimum strength required and when it is possible, he counters with his sword making small wounds appear all over the places that were not protected by the armor.

Although not all of his memories were uploaded, the ones that were uploaded had hundreds of the fights he had as a low-level demon, so his battle experience is way greater than his opponent.

"You coward, stop jumping around and fight like a man," screamed the captain with anger clear on his face, as he attacked with even more ferocity making the rocks fly when his sword touches the ground.

Zatiel didn't answer at his clear provocation, but he focuses on finding an opening, after all, when an opponent is angry is when he makes the mistakes.

After a series of more attacks, the Captain landed his sword without control and made it crash on the ground, temporarily getting it stuck. Although it was just a second, in a fight that can be fatal.

'Now!'

Zatiel attacked immediately throwing his sword like lightning at the neck of the Captain.

But even blinded by rage, the Captain was an experienced fighter, moving at the last moment. Although his neck was badly cut and a lot of blood came out, he managed to save his life.

Although he failed to kill his enemy, Zatiel didn't show disappointment on his face. Instead of continuing the assault, he separated from the Captain and relaxed his guard.

"Where do you think you are going? The fight has to continue. This little cut is nothing."

"But the fight has already ended."

"What are you...?" The Captain didn't finish speaking when he felt his head start to get foggy and his conscience starts to fade.

"Although your physique keeps you from getting poisoned from food and water, if it is applied directly to your bloodstream it will work, especially in the neck."

The Captain looked at the bleeding sword and realized what happened.

"You poisoned your sword, this was a one on one fight, you have no dignity!"

Zatiel sneered at those words.

"If you do not use every tool at your disposal just because of what others may think, then you deserve to die because of your arrogance and stupidity."

Zatiel stops paying attention to the now incapacitated Captain and starts to explore the rest of the camp. As he was walking, he arrived at what it seems like a burial pit, you could see bodies of all ages and races in there.

As he was assessing the pit, he made a surprised face. Of course, it wasn't because of the number of dead people, after all as a demon, he saw situations hundred of times worse. What impressed him was that the A.I. Chip detected that someone was still alive.

Zatiel gets into the pit and takes him out, it was a boy of around ten years old, one of his hands was cut off and his left eye was missing. It was obvious that he was tortured for several days from the state of his injuries.

"So what am I going to do with you," Zatiel says as he looks at the barely breathing boy.

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    Lordfifth
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    Zatiel was observing the camp as he was preparing to assault it, it has already been 2 days since the poison was mixed in the water, and everyone should have been affected by now.

    Although the protection team of the well finds it weird that a badly injured beast attacks them out of nowhere, after testing the water of the well and finding nothing, they thought that the alligator was chased out by an opposing beast and randomly arrived at the well.

    "The number of lookouts has increased since last time, it is to be expected after all 2 of their men disappeared. The poison should be already in the system of every bandit by now."

    When the night came Zatiel started the attack, flashing from tree to tree, the first thing he did was taking out the lookouts. Even though there were some experienced fighters, none of them could react before being knocked out.

    "Now let the real show begin," Zatiel says while taking a sword from his waist, a present from the first group of bandits he captured.

    Although he was about to fight 100 men, on his face you could see excitement and a fighting intent as if this was a very enjoyable game. Although during his first and third life he has been a human, his longest time alive was as a demon, and demons are in essence battle machines and to them fighting is a second nature.

    Actually if it wasn't because he knew it was suicidal going without preparing beforehand, he would have attacked the camp the moment he found it.

    Without hesitation, Zatiel charges directly to the entrance of the camp. Having spent the last couple of days training his body, he now has almost 3 points of physique and 2 in agility, giving him the ability to run almost 100 meters every ten seconds.

    "Enemy!"

    "Attack him!"

    The two guards at the entrance barely had time to react before Zatiel appeared before them. Since the guards were experienced killers, they attacked him with ferocity.

    The first guard stabbed his sword directly to Zatiel's head while the second aimed to his waist.

    Zatiel moves his head to the right just enough to let the sword pass by the side and using his sword he manages to deflect the attack from the second one. Without pausing, he launches a heavy punch to the chest of the first guard with his free hand.

    The guard was thrown away 2 meters before crashing on the ground and you could hear the sounds of bones breaking. The second guard tries to attack again but a kick hits him right in his face and throws him in the air.

    Without stopping, he advances to the camp and the commotion alerts the rest of the bandits.

    Zatiel charged and attacked any bandit that stood before him, never stopping, dodging the attacks, and finding just the right moment to counter-attack. All the bandits were being thrown to the floor with broken bones and sometimes with their arms or legs missing.

    Sometimes some stronger bandits with some amount of training in vital energy attacked him but their fate was the same as that of the rest.

    "It should be starting to take effect about now."

    As if his words were magic, the bandits started to drop to the floor like they were flies.

    It was of course due to the poison Zatiel mixed with the water 2 days ago. The poison used was a powder made from a plant known as Fighter Doom. It was a tasteless poison that takes effect when the person suffers from a drastic rise in the blood flow like in a fight hence its name.

    With the riot and commotion going on, almost every bandit was battling or chasing Zatiel, increasing their heartbeat and worsening their current condition.

    Just as Zatiel was observing the now defeated bandits, a feeling of danger appeared. Without wasting time, he stepped back and put the sword in front of him.

    A heavy sword came down on him and crashed against his own, throwing him almost a meter before he could stabilize himself.

    A burly man, almost 2-meters tall with a square face full of scars and short hair wearing his full armor shows up.

    "So you are the bastard that thinks he can burst into my camp and kill my men."

    "You could say so, and who are you?" Zatiel spoke as he was giving the order to the A.I chip to scan his opponent.

    'Strength and Physique of almost 3 points hence the poison didn't work, luckily his agility and mine are around the same or this could be very difficult´.

    Of course in the worst case, Zatiel would just escape, stuff like staying and fighting to death with honor, to him, was just stupidity.
    ChatGPT

    Zatiel observed the camp, preparing for the assault. It had been two days since the poison was mixed into the water, and everyone should have been affected by now.

    Although the well's protection team found it strange that a badly injured beast attacked them out of nowhere, after testing the water and finding nothing, they assumed the alligator was chased out by another creature and randomly arrived at the well.

    "The number of lookouts has increased since last time, expected after losing two men. The poison should be in the system of every bandit by now."

    When night fell, Zatiel initiated the attack, swiftly moving from tree to tree. The first action was to eliminate the lookouts. Despite some being experienced fighters, none could react before being knocked out.

    "Now let the real show begin," Zatiel said, drawing a sword from his waist, a gift from the first group of bandits he captured.

    Although about to face 100 men, his face betrayed excitement and a fighting intent, as if this were an enjoyable game. While his first and third lives were as a human, his longest existence was as a demon. Demons were, in essence, battle machines, and fighting was second nature to them.

    If it weren't for the suicidal risk of going unprepared, he would have attacked the camp the moment he found it.



    Without hesitation, Zatiel charged to the camp entrance. Having spent the last few days training his body, he now had almost 3 points of physique and 2 in agility, allowing him to run almost 100 meters every ten seconds.

    "Enemy!"

    "Attack him!"

    The two guards barely had time to react before Zatiel appeared before them. Experienced killers, they attacked ferociously.

    The first guard aimed for Zatiel's head, and the second targeted his waist. Zatiel moved his head just enough to let the sword pass, using his own to deflect the second attack. Without pausing, he launched a heavy punch to the chest of the first guard.

    The guard was thrown 2 meters before crashing, bones audibly breaking. The second guard attempted another attack, but a kick to his face sent him airborne.

    Without stopping, Zatiel advanced into the camp. The commotion alerted the rest of the bandits.

    Zatiel charged and attacked any bandit in his way, never stopping, dodging attacks, and finding the right moment to counter-attack. Bandits were thrown to the ground with broken bones or, in some cases, missing limbs.

    "Some stronger bandits with vital energy training tried to stop him, but their fate mirrored the others.

    "It should be starting to take effect about now."

    As if his words were magic, bandits started dropping like flies. The poison, a powder made from a plant known as Fighter Doom, was tasteless and took effect when the person experienced a drastic rise in blood flow, like in a fight.

    With the chaos, almost every bandit was engaged in battle or chasing Zatiel, worsening their condition.

    Observing the defeated bandits, a sense of danger washed over Zatiel. Without hesitation, he stepped back, sword at the ready.

    A heavy sword crashed down against his own, throwing him almost a meter before he stabilized. A burly man, almost 2 meters tall with a square, scar-covered face and short hair, wearing full armor, appeared.

    "So you're the bastard who thinks he can burst into my camp and kill my men."

    "You could say so. And who are you?" Zatiel spoke as he ordered the A.I. chip to scan his opponent.

    'Strength and physique of almost 3 points; the poison didn't work. Luckily, his agility and mine are around the same or this could be very difficult.'

    In the worst case, Zatiel would escape. Fighting to the death with honor was just stupidity to him.

    "Good! You are a brave little brat. You can tell Captain Robert killed you when you reach hell."

    A smile played on Zatiel's face as he heard those words. Imagining a demon, a resident of the abyss, going to hell, the land of devils, after death seemed hilarious.

    "Die, you little shit!"

    The Captain charged at Zatiel, attacking with all his strength, slashing his sword straight toward his head, aiming to cut him in two.

    Zatiel moved to the left, narrowly dodging the sword by a few centimeters.

    The sword crashed onto the ground, debris flying, a testament to the strength of the blow.

    Angry at his missed attack, the Captain continued with a series of slashes from all directions. However, no matter how he attacked, Zatiel always found a way to dodge the blows at the last moment.

    After more than ten minutes, the fight continued the same way—the captain attacking madly, and Zatiel skillfully dodging.

    Zatiel dodged with the minimum strength required and, when possible, countered with his sword, making small wounds appear where the armor offered no protection.

    While not all his memories were uploaded, the ones that were held hundreds of fights as a low-level demon, giving him far greater battle experience than his opponent.

    "You coward, stop jumping around and fight like a man!" screamed the captain, attacking with increased ferocity, rocks flying as his sword touched the ground.

    Zatiel didn't answer the provocation but focused on finding an opening. After all, an angry opponent tends to make mistakes.

    After a series of attacks, the Captain lost control, crashing his sword onto the ground and getting it temporarily stuck. Although just a second, in a fight, that can be fatal.

    'Now!'

    Zatiel attacked immediately, throwing his sword like lightning at the Captain's neck.

    Blinded by rage, the Captain, an experienced fighter, moved at the last moment. Though his neck was badly cut and blood flowed, he managed to save his life.

    Although he failed to kill his enemy, Zatiel didn't show disappointment. Instead of continuing the assault, he separated from the Captain and relaxed his guard.

    "Where do you think you are going? The fight has to continue. This little cut is nothing."

    "But the fight has already ended."

    "What are you...?" The Captain didn't finish speaking as his head started to get foggy, and his consciousness began to fade.

    "Although your physique keeps you from getting poisoned from food and water, if applied directly to your bloodstream, it will work, especially in the neck."

    The Captain looked at the bleeding sword and realized what happened.

    "You poisoned your sword. This was a one-on-one fight. You have no dignity!"

    Zatiel sneered at those words.

    "If you do not use every tool at your disposal just because of what others may think, then you deserve to die because of your arrogance and stupidity."

    Zatiel stopped paying attention to the now incapacitated Captain and explored the rest of the camp. As he walked, he arrived at what seemed like a burial pit, bodies of all ages and races visible.

    As he assessed the pit, he made a surprised face. Not because of the number of dead, as a demon, he'd seen far worse. What impressed him was that the A.I. chip detected someone still alive.

    Zatiel entered the pit and found a boy around ten years old. One hand was cut off, and his left eye was missing. It was evident he had been tortured for several days from the state of his injuries.

    "So, what am I going to do with you?" Zatiel wondered aloud, looking at the barely breathing boy.
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    o.o
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    wasnt he 3 times faster than an olympic medalist? how is that 10 m/s?
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    Smiley Crow
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    Very forced, in a world where soldiers are kicked out, not executed for unimaginable crimes, we have a bandit that's talking about honor. Of course, the MC is not gonna kill the boy he just found, but will make him one of his minions or something like that, I've seen an almost identical plot in another novel. Everything is just so magically convenient, I don't like these types of novels at all.
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      Black_hair_in_glass
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      The only reason the bandit is talking about honour is due his disadvantage, he was trying to guilt trip him and make him hesitate, so he go for a deceive swing of his sword. It's a common tactics used by low life's. Bitch about honour when you're the receiving end, and abandon it when, your good.
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    RantMaestro
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    A righteous bandit? Lmao
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    Jansenlee78
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    Nice mc!! welldone
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    Amused Sadist
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    LOL a bandit talking about fighting with dignity :')
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      IRetaliationz
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      Lol the bandit ran out of cards to play
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    Skylit
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    Why didn't he just suck lifeforce from the tree, safer and more abundance.
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      Kitsune_spirit
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      actually no trees have weaker lifeforce due to the fact that they can't move and it isn't erratic humans however can generate energy with rest thus he can get more out of living beings over plant life
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      Tugx
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      I think he's going to do some sort of ritual now not to suck their life force.
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