Unlucky Friends

This week was hard on our nerves. Since our lady came, we heard nothing but screams. The last time my ears perceived a scream of such intensity, was when my brother got his legs cut by me.

Tch. It was his fault the father didn't gift me the heritage after his death.

If my old eyes are not deceiving me, fatty Ron has lost some of his weight.

If Torvy before was looking like a beggar, now he is looking like a dead beggar.

-Hey, greedy goblin. How long do you think this demoness will stay here?

-No more than a month. This lady is known for her bad temper. The only toy in this backwater that keeps her entertained is our lovely prisoner. However, I do not fathom when he will break... Torvy quit with that nickname, my name is Marcel!

Just because I love gold is not a reason to call me goblin! I was handsome at my prime! The young generation has no compassion towards the old!

So, we suffered the entire week.

At that time I didn't know that horror awaits us... the death held a scythe near our necks and we were blind enough to step towards it.

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-Where is he?

Spoke fatty with anxiety.

-The heck, how did he even run away?

Torvy was furious to be interrupted in the middle of the night. Serves him right, though. His midnight activity gets on my nerves. Really, he just keeps one poor girl in his room which he uses as an outlet every goddamn night. It is not the envy speaking in me, I swear.

-Leave your questions for later, you two are loud enough for the boy to hear us.

-Hey, do you still call that full-grown ass "the boy"? Did your eyes finally rot, goblin?

I swear, one of these days you will find my dagger cutting your throat, Torvy. The escapee is young enough to be my grandchild!

As the oldest in our party, I had more tricks and was responsible for tracking. At the start, I thought it will be simple to capture our escapee, however, everything went wrong soon.

-Marcel, I find this place familiar.

-Of course you do, fat idiot. Our goblin made a damn circle around this forest!

We were going in circles. I felt like a devil was toying with me. As the moon appeared, I finally found the right direction. However, fatty observed something I myself didn't notice.

-Hey, isn't it too quiet here? Like we are in the middle of the graveyard?

As he was a grave robber in past, fatty Ron is quite sensitive to silence.

-You are right... This forest is not known as a silent one.

The closer we were to our target, the stronger was the urge to run away. However, as servants... no, the slaves of the Cleus family, we had no other choice. After being captured and branded with a slave rune, the only option for us is to obey.

After walking for half an hour, we found our target, but it didn't bring us any relief.

-Oh, you finally found me. I can't thank you enough for caring about me all these years, my three friends. The least I can do for you...

In front of our eyes stood a young-looking man. His body looked well-fed and healthy. Logically, this boy shouldn't have eyes and a left hand. Also, with torn vocal cords and without a part of his tongue, the boy shouldn't be able to speak.

This fact alone made my old soul tremble.

-Is to grant you a clean death.

The air changed. I blinked my eyes... and heard a loud thump.

-Torvy, what...

I paused my speech, as the one named Torvy was lying on the grass with his head detached from the body. Just what happened?

No, I have to run. To hell with family, rules, and everything else. The devil is looking in my eyes. Sadly, while running I heard yet another, dreary thump. Right after this, I felt something weighing on my right shoulder.

-Hey, true friends do not run from each other, Snobby! As you are the last one, I prepared a special treat just for you!

With his hand on my shoulder, the devil grinned at me. Immediately, I felt weak in my legs. No, it was not because I was frightened... I felt like something very important was being sucked out of me. Something I should protect with all my strength.

I have to... re...

What am I doing, again? I can't remember. Why am I so sleepy? Let's think after a short nap. just a small, short sleep will not harm me...

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Looking at two headless corpses and one mummy, Cain smiled.

-I really absorbed the energy of Snobby while he was alive! So, the energy my physique description spoke about is not restricted to the one in the air. I am lucky to even think about checking it out.

While mumbling to himself, Cain's mind didn't register homicide as a crime. He was entirely indifferent from the start and even found the whole slaughter enjoyable. As if he successfully pulled a prank on his bullies. If it was old Cain, he will at least vomit once and fall into depression for a month or two. Now, however, something inside of him was changed fundamentally with every upgrade of his talent.

Cain already had the next goal in his mind and it was not the continuation of his revenge. Cain wanted to travel around the planet he was transmigrated to!

The reason is quite simple. He thirsted for knowledge. Of course, he didn't forget about the revenge, it is just... simply killing his enemies won't be any fun. Cain wanted to see the despair without any hope for salvation on their faces. Know the enemies, know their weakness. Only by targeting the Achilles' heel can you induce utter despair. For example, the red-haired monster will probably not fear death or torture.

Also, Cain really wished to learn the spoken language to fluency. Only he knew that he thought for two hours what to say to the trio! Embarrassingly, the sentences didn't link as well as he wanted!

Nevertheless, Cain was naive to suppose that his existence was of no use to others. Particularly, to his so-called father Cain was an irreplaceable chess piece.

After the sun raised, Cain was ready to embark on his first journey.