In this chaotic world, it all started when they found an elf girl

　"Are you serious? This joke has gone too far." The receptionist glared at him. The most powerful adventurer in town was only LV.1 with a little over 200 in all stats, but even that was enough to easily defeat a large group of people.

　Pitter! Pitter! Pitter!

　Roy didn't waste any words, extending his right hand and activating magic. Golden lightning surged forth, electric snakes bared their fangs and claws, and the light illuminated the entire hall. "Magic?!"

　The staff member suddenly stood up, his drowsy expression vanishing, replaced by a blank stare.

　Needless to say, the others were completely terrified.

　Regardless of whether this person is a Level 2 adventurer or not, the mere act of casting magic is terrifying enough.

　Upon hearing that a Level 2 adventurer with magical abilities had applied for the job, the merchant guild owner arrived at lightning speed.

　This large, obese man, whose weight was comparable to that of the guild leader Royman, sat beside Roy, serving him tea and water, a fawning smile on his face. "Mr. Roy, how about five thousand falies?"

　As he spoke, the fat man cautiously sized up Roy, afraid that the other man might not be satisfied.

　Roy was not surprised by this treatment. In Orario, Level 2 adventurers were common, but in the outside world they were as rare as pandas. Even among Level 2 adventurers, those trained in dungeons were far stronger than those outside.

　"can."

　Roy replied that five thousand falies wasn't much; he could earn that in ten minutes in the underground city.

　Having lived in this world for over a decade, Roy knew the situation there; this amount of money was the limit the other party could offer. "Thank you very much!"

　The fat man bowed deeply, his face filled with gratitude. Paying five thousand falies for a level 2 adventurer with magic was practically free. He didn't dare truly consider Roy a bodyguard.

　Feeling guilty, the fat man treated Roy like a VIP, arranging the best hotel in town and having his own professional chef prepare three meals a day. After the fat man explained, Roy understood the reason for the other party's hospitality.

　Each time they deliver goods, they lose at least 20% of their cargo, have to pay various "tolls," and are continuously robbed by bandits. But what can they do to make a living? They can't let their local products rot. If they don't sell them in Orario, the risk of being robbed elsewhere is also considerable. So they might as well choose Orario, where at least they can earn more.

　With Roy as their protector, any monsters or bandits who dare to come up would be courting death.

　Hearing that a high-level adventurer had arrived in town, countless people flocked to him, crowding the inn and treating Roy like a national treasure. To cope with this overwhelmingly enthusiastic crowd, Roy didn't even have time to grind dungeons.

　At the request of the people, while waiting to depart, Roy took the opportunity to clear out the monsters near the town, spreading the righteous name of the Astrea Familia.

　The monsters Roy had killed piled up like mountains.

　The townspeople rejoiced, as their safety outside the town was greatly improved for the next period, making it much easier to gather local specialties. Two days later, the caravan headed for Orario.

　The goods, filling about a dozen horse-drawn carts to the brim, were under Roy's protection, ensuring an extremely safe journey. To maximize profits, the fat man had been traveling around these past two days, collecting a large amount of local specialties.

　Roy was positioned at the very back of the group as a rear guard. The bandits were cunning and always cut off their retreat at the first opportunity, something the caravan was very experienced in dealing with.

Chapter 77 Remnants of the Rudraksha Clan (Please Subscribe)

　The caravan headed towards Orario.

　As everyone expected, with Roy, a Level 2 guild leader, escorting them, the journey was uneventful. After all, it was just a small merchant guild, not a major target; only petty thieves would be interested in them.

　Roy only needed to make a slight move to easily wipe out those bandits; it was a classic case of smurfing in low-level games.

　Roy didn't hold back; after all, he wanted to be thorough. This caravan wasn't coming just once; letting them go would only lead to them suffering later. Several days later, the caravan was over a hundred kilometers from Orario, and the outline of the Tower of Babel was already visible.

　Everyone was overjoyed; this was probably their smoothest trip yet. Having a high-level adventurer in charge was incredibly reassuring. They even considered hiring Roy long-term for a hefty sum, but after unexpectedly learning Roy's identity along the way, they reluctantly abandoned the idea. This young man was no ordinary LV.2 adventurer; he was a super rookie of the Astrea Familia, known as "Sprout of Justice." Keeping such a promising adventurer in their merchant guild would be a waste of his talent.

　"Mr. Roy, we owe you so much for this trip." The fat man excitedly shook Roy's hand.

　"It's alright, I had a very good trip." Roy smiled. This was not just polite talk, but the truth. In terms of food, clothing, and lodging, the caravan treated him very well, like a king.

　Even after he killed a monster and his body was stained with its blood, the caravan provided him with precious water to bathe in—a treatment that even the guild leader didn't receive.

　If one chooses to return alone, they will be living a savage life completely unrelated to civilization.

　The fat man silently increased Roy's reward to 20,000 Fali. Besides paying the reward, he also had the intention of befriending Roy. As long as nothing unexpected happened, Roy had a high chance of becoming a Level 5 or Level 6 adventurer in the future. Befriending him now would bring endless benefits in the future.

　Then, the fat man clapped his hands, "There's still some distance to go, everyone stay alert!"

　The convoy received continuous responses from both the front and rear.

　Suddenly, Roy calmly said, "Stop!"

　The order spread quickly, and the entire convoy immediately stopped. The guards drew their weapons and became alert.

　Roy was able to detect the enemy earlier than they did, a fact that had been proven countless times along the way.

　"There, about two hundred meters away."

　Roy's gaze drifted to the distant sloping hillside, where a faint scent wafted from the grass.

　Pitter-patter! Pitter-patter!

　Roy activated his magic, golden lightning surged from his palm, transforming into a long spear of lightning. He gripped it in his backhand, his muscles tensed, and he took a sudden step forward, throwing the lightning spear.

　call out!

　With a powerful whooshing sound, the Thunder Spear, like a bolt of lightning striking from the sky, instantly traversed the distance and pierced the bushes. The two men lurking within were pierced through the chest, the terrifying force of the spear sending them flying and pinning them to a large tree. The thick tree trembled violently, its leaves fluttering in the wind.

　The lightning on the spear spread to the two men's bodies, and they quickly lost their life force.

　"Are you kidding me? It's two hundred meters here!"

　"It's magic!"

　The bandits lurking nearby turned pale with fright.

　"As is customary, you protect the caravan!" Roy shouted, charging forward alone.

　"Yes!"

　The caravan guards responded loudly, watching Roy's swift retreating figure with adoration.

　In just a few days, Roy had subdued the group of warriors with his overwhelming strength, and his words carried more weight in the caravan than even the fat man's, the guild leader's. No matter the place, sheer power is the primary factor in commanding respect.

　On the other hand, two hundred meters is nothing to Roy.

　In less than three seconds, Roy appeared before the patch of grass, charging into the flock of sheep like a ferocious wolf, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the bandits. In the blink of an eye, corpses littered the ground.

　This is the mark of a high-level adventurer; often, a single individual can decide the outcome of a melee involving hundreds of people.

　Just as Roy had killed most of the bandits and was setting his sights on a man with a pointed face and monkey-like features...

　The other person knelt on the ground with a silken smooth motion, pleading urgently, "Wait, justice is in the air, please spare my life!"

　Roy was taken aback, staring at the other person's face. His memory was excellent, practically photographic. After a moment's recollection, he asked, "You're the 'Groundhog Man' of the Rudra Familia, the one with the guild's bounty of 80,000 Fali?"

　"Yes, it is."

　The man with the pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks forced a smile.

　As a dark faction, they naturally couldn't receive titles bestowed by the gods. Adventurers usually gave them names based on their actions. Roy remarked, "So there are remnants after all."

　The Rudrak clan did not register their numbers with the guild, so no one knew exactly how many people they had.

　The bounty was used to lure adventurers and eliminate some of them, while he and Ryu took down the enemy's main force on the tenth floor.

　However, a very small number of people did not enter the tenth floor and remained on the upper levels. When they sensed something was wrong, they slipped away as fast as foxes. "Do you think I would let you go?" Roy retorted, a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

　“Sprouts of justice! If you spare my life, I’m willing to tell you about the other remnants and help you wipe them out…” Desperate to get a way out of Roy’s clutches, the man spilled all the information he knew. Listening to the man’s story, Roy frowned. About ten members of the Rudra’s Familia had escaped, including three Level 2. The Rudra god had been sent back to the heavens, and the group’s powers had been automatically sealed. They dared not remain in Orario, but instead fled outside, converted to the service of another evil god, and regained their powers.

　Witnessing his and Ryu's ruthlessness in wiping out the Apollo Familia, this group dared not return to Orario. Instead, they gathered a band of bandits and became mountain kings. Using their bandit identity as cover, they lulled the adventurers pursuing them into a false sense of security.

　It hasn't been discovered for so long.

　That wasn't what made Roy frown.

　Instead, this group occupied the surrounding transportation routes, arrested many people, and, in remembrance of the god Rudra, burned more than a dozen people every day to sacrifice living people to the god.

　Such brutality would certainly have been condemned in his previous life, but in this world with all sorts of gods, Roy might not be able to guarantee its effectiveness. ...That's how it is. I was forced into it. Since escaping Orario, I haven't killed a single person. I've reformed." The man sobbed uncontrollably, his acting incredibly lifelike.

　But if Roy were to believe a single punctuation mark from the other person, he might as well kill himself by banging his head against a wall.

　“Since you’re sincerely repenting, then come with me!” Roy patted the other person on the shoulder.

　The man's face stiffened. "Where are you going?"

　"Of course, it's your headquarters!"

Chapter 78 The Butterfly Effect (Subscription Request)

　I learned this from the "Groundhog Man".

　Every evening at dusk, they would burn a group of people as a sacrifice to the celestial god Rudra.

　It's still over 100 kilometers from here to Orario, and a round trip would be over 300 kilometers. There are still two or three hours until dusk, and it's too late to run back and call for reinforcements. Roy has no choice but to go alone.

　If Roy didn't know about this, he could have simply turned around and left. Now that he knows, ignoring it will inevitably leave a small knot in his heart. He is also an adult with a normal sense of right and wrong.

　Roy returned to the caravan and told everyone what had happened, receiving unanimous approval.

　The thought of rescuing people made the young men roar and rush forward to follow Roy. It was the older guards who knocked them back to reality with their sword sheaths, saying that these small fry would only be a burden if they went with them.

　"Mr. Roy, don't worry, we can handle this short journey!" the fat man said solemnly.

　The closer you are to Orario, the higher your safety level.

　Outside of Orario, the outskirts have vast farmlands cultivated by the Demeter and other clans. To prevent these farmlands from being destroyed or looted, they also maintain a basic level of military force. In short, they employ adventurers from other clans as guards, mostly from the Ganesha clan.

　If you encounter danger, you can ask the other party for help.

　For the sake of Orario's economic development, the Ganesha Familia members could not allow caravans to be plundered.

　The two sides split into two groups, with the caravan speeding up its journey to Orario to help Roy gather people.

　Roy forcibly dragged the "Goblin" to the enemy's base camp. Guided by the enemy, they entered the deep mountains and traversed rugged mountain paths. After more than half an hour, a base camp built from caves came into view.

　Roy cursed under his breath, "They've been hiding it too well."

　This deep mountain forest serves as a natural barrier; without a guide, even hundreds of people searching for days and nights might not be able to find this place. Roy lay on the ground, rolling around several times, getting his clothes and face filthy.

　He wanted to infiltrate with the "Goblins".

　Three Level 2 beings slipped through the net and rushed in. The commotion they caused would surely allow one or two of them to escape, and Roy wouldn't allow that to happen. During the ritual, the three Level 2 beings would definitely appear to show respect to the god Rudra.

　Roy is going to clean this up completely this time!

　Roy told the "Goblin" to walk in front, then followed closely behind, whispering, "Don't leave my five-meter radius, or I'll kill you right now!"

　"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

　The image of the "Goblin's" head flickered out. He knew Roy wasn't joking; if there was even the slightest unusual movement, Roy would strike without hesitation.

　This is the ruthless guy who wiped out them and the Apollo Familia. At this distance, even if it's only for a second, it's enough for Roy to kill him three or four times and then desecrate his corpse.

　The two headed towards the base camp.

　At this moment, of the hundreds of people at the entrance, only seven or eight had escaped back, lying on the ground like defeated soldiers.

　"Just who is that kid?"

　"One person dared to charge at a group of hundreds of us!"

　"Stop talking, that guy is a monster! He took down two people with a javelin throw from 200 meters away!"

　The bandits, still reeling from the ordeal, grumbled about their ordeal, the terror still etched on their faces.

　"In a way, he's like a sprout of justice..."

　I don't know who said this weakly.

　Upon hearing this, a deathly silence fell over the surrounding area, and a look of horror appeared on the faces of the many bandits.

　"Stop talking nonsense!"

　"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

　The bandits tried to reassure themselves, but their bodies trembled involuntarily. Even level 3 or 4 adventurers might not be so terrified. But being targeted by that "Sprout of Justice" guy meant certain death, with the worst-case scenario being a total wipeout.

　No good person would cause a death so easily. The world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social interactions…

　"Lov, you survived too, that's wonderful. It seems we're all lucky."

　"Yes, it's all luck..."

　Roy and the "Goblin" appeared at the door, looking shaken, and greeted everyone.

　A burly man, also a remnant of the Rudra clan and possessing LV.1 strength, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't let that brat fall into my hands, or I'll make him pay. I'll cut him into a thousand pieces with the sharpest knife!"

　Love was the real name of "Goblin," and he was on the verge of tears. "Brother, please stop talking! That killer is right next to us!" Roy seemed completely unconcerned, even joining the bandits in complaining about the "killer" who had attacked them, blending perfectly into the crowd. Everyone was in a sorry state and didn't notice this oddball at all.

　Ultimately, they were just a team hastily assembled two weeks ago.

　People join every day, and people leave every day.