Stupid Desicion!

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The dust began to settle, revealing the figure standing amidst the haze. The voice, rich with authority and feminine strength, belonged to a woman of color. Her brown skin gleamed under the faint light, and she stood tall—nearly matching Reich's height—with a physique that radiated both beauty and power. Her shapely curves, accentuated by her E-cup breasts and a well-defined figure, commanded attention. Long black hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that could rival the goddesses—sharp features, luscious lips, and a piercing set of brown eyes were meant to be looked at.

She wore light, flexible clothing designed for combat, allowing her to move freely while showcasing her athletic build with a gaunlet in her left hand.

From his vantage point atop the rubble, Reich smirked, "Oh my! What do we have here?" he teased, his voice dripping with mock curiosity as his sharp eyes scanned her.

The woman's composure faltered for a brief moment, her surprise evident. "You… What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice sharp with disbelief. Her target had appeared out of nowhere, like a storm crashing through the night.

Reich tilted his head, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "Huh? That's rude. A guest shouldn't question the homeowner about what he's doing in his own house," he said, his tone casual yet laced with a subtle menace. As he spoke, an invisible wave of pressure emanated from him, his sword aura filling the air like a suffocating fog. The woman's knees buckled under the weight of it, and she nearly collapsed.

Yet she held her ground, gritting her teeth as she steadied herself.

Reich's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh? Interesting. You didn't kiss the dirt under my sword aura," he remarked, his tone almost innocent but her eye cold eyes betrayed his tone.

The woman chuckled bitterly, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. "Hah. They told me you were a dead man," she spat. "What a bunch of lying bastards."

"Surprise," Reich said, lightly keeping his grin. "Perhaps next time, you should do your research before believing someone else's word because who when you might end up dead in a ditch."

Her lips curled into a sly smile, her tone dripping with sass. "Thanks for your concern but sadly for you, I'm not an assassin. I'm just someone following orders."

Reich tilted his head slightly, his grin softening into a smile. "That's all well and good," he said, his voice calm yet sharp. "But what I care about right now is who you are, who sent you, and why they sent you here." With that, he withdrew his sword aura, the oppressive weight lifting from the air as he leapt gracefully down from the rubble, closing the distance between them.

The woman scoffed, raising an eyebrow at his bold approach. "Oh? Aren't you the arrogant one, removing your sword pressure and strolling right into my personal space?" she quipped, her tone laced with mockery as she crossed her arms, attempting to provoke him.

Reich didn't flinch. Instead, he met her taunt with an air of unshakable confidence. "Why should I be wary of someone who's clearly weaker than me?" His words were delivered with a calm assurance that made it impossible to tell if he was underestimating her or simply stating a fact.

The woman's jaw tightened, her pride clearly stung by his remark. But she didn't back down. If he thought this encounter would end quickly, he was sorely mistaken.

As Reich approached the woman with a respectful gesture, his mind raced with amusement at her apparent naivety.

'This stupid bitch thinks I'm clueless about the behemoth lurking behind me,' he mused inwardly, suppressing a smirk. His poker face remained intact, a mask of polite confidence.

'I already have a rough idea about who sent this… well-crafted specimen my way. But as the saying goes, acting without full knowledge is like shoving a nuke up your arse. Yeah, I made that one up,' he thought, chuckling silently to himself.

Meanwhile, the woman's suspicion grew.

'What is he trying to pull? Is he seriously unaware of *my baby* back there?' she thought, her gaze narrowing.

Reich stopped a few steps away, clasping his hands together in a calm, almost diplomatic manner. "Now, I have no intention of dirtying my clothes. They're quite expensive, you know," he said casually, brushing an invisible speck of dust off his sleeve. "So, I've got an offer for you. Why don't you relax, take a breath, and listen? You might even like it."

The woman's unease deepened. 'This man… Something's off about him. I can't read him at all. That smile—it's too perfect, too calculated. What is he planning?' Her instincts screamed at her to stay on guard as she subtly shifted her stance for better footing.

"Speak," she demanded, her voice firm.

Reich's smile brightened, almost disarmingly. "Good. I like cooperative people. Now, here's the deal. I have two options for you, and since I'm in a generous mood, I'll let you pick which path we take."

Her eyes narrowed further, but she said nothing, silently inviting him to continue.

"Option one," he began, holding up a single finger, "you spill everything I want to know. Every last bit of information. No fuss, no mess. In return, I let you walk out of here unharmed. I'll even promise we never cross paths again until the day you die. Simple, clean, and civilized. I prefer this option."

He clasped his hands again, his tone steady, almost conversational. Then his expression darkened ever so slightly. "Option two," he said, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes took on a predatory gleam, "you make the mistake of ordering that… thing behind me to attack. I defeat it, of course, then I beat you within an inch of your life. After that, I'll extract the information I need using the *worst* methods humanity has ever devised, keep you alive just to continue the torture until I get bored, and finally, put an end to your misery."

As the final words left his lips, an oppressive wave of bloodlust filled the air, crashing over the woman like a tidal wave. Her knees almost buckled, and her breath hitched. A chill ran down her spine.

Reich smiled again, but this time it was a sharp, chilling contrast to the darkness that had momentarily consumed him. "Of course, I doubt you'll choose the second option. But if you go with the first, I assure you, as a man of my word, you'll leave here without a scratch."

The bloodlust dissipated as quickly as it had come, leaving the woman to catch her breath. Her mind raced. 'This bastard… He knew! He's been toying with me this entire time!'

With a sharp breath, she snarled, "Man of words more like full of shit!" Her voice echoed with fury as she snapped her fingers, signaling the hulking amalgamation of orcs and monstrosities behind Reich to attack.

The ground trembled as the grotesque creature roared to life, its mismatched limbs clawing at the earth. Reich didn't flinch. Instead, he sighed, shaking his head as though disappointed.

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