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

　They have no concept of being "companions" and don't remember who's around them. When they see Roy, they just think of him as a newcomer brought back by the "Goblins".

　"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

　A piercing scream drew everyone's attention, and they all turned their heads to look.

　A middle-aged man was hanging upside down from a tree. The bandits, who had just escaped, were furious and began to lash him with a barbed whip. Screams of agony filled the air.

　The surrounding bandits laughed and jeering, lacking the courage to actually harm "Sprouts of Justice," they could only vent their anger on these weaklings. Everyone was drawn to the torture being performed, while Roy secretly observed the situation at the main camp.

　The bandits used the dense caves as their stronghold.

　Some of the caves were fitted with iron bars, specifically used to imprison people who had been plundered.

　At a glance, there were probably seventy or eighty people locked in the cave, which seemed like a lot, but there were even more dead people. In the large pit in the open space, there were countless ashes, all of whom were people who were burned to death during the previous sacrificial ceremony.

　Suddenly, Roy stopped in his tracks. He saw a somewhat familiar figure in the cage.

　It was a half-elf with pointed ears and clear emerald-green eyes.

　Her medium-length brown hair shone with a luster, and her beautiful face was not as perfect and striking as that of an elf, but rather more rounded and natural. She was only a little over fifteen years old, and her youthful face had an added touch of cuteness.

　Eina Zur?

　Roy stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "What's the deal with that brown-haired half-elf?"

　The "Goblin" looked up and said, "I heard he was a new employee recruited by the guild. He was traveling to Orario with a caravan, and we wiped him out the day before yesterday."

　As he spoke, the "Goblin" cautiously sized up Roy, afraid of displeasing him.

　Roy just looked a little speechless.

　Is this the butterfly effect?

　They wiped out the Rudraksha clan, causing the remnants of the Rudraksha clan to establish themselves as kings outside Orario.

　Eina, who had just graduated from the school district, successfully applied for a job as a guild employee, but was captured by this group of thugs on the way. She should not have had to suffer this fate.

Chapter 79 The Hunt (Please Subscribe)

　Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

　The sounds of whipping and screams mingled together, bringing a sense of satisfaction to the bandits, while those imprisoned in the cave were terrified. Each lash felt as if it were striking their hearts as well.

　Two girls mingled among the detainees.

　"Zul, I thought my luck was about to change, but it turns out this is just my last full meal before I die." The pink-haired girl hugged her friend Eina and cried bitterly.

　Misha Flott, also a student in the same school district, but unlike the top student Eina, her grades were average. She received a very low rating in the guild's mock exam, but to everyone's surprise, she was also accepted by the guild.

　I thought I was going to live a high-paying and happy life.

　As a result, on their way to Orario, they were kidnapped by this group of vicious bandits.

　The key point is that these bandits weren't after money, but lives. Yesterday at dusk, they watched as more than a dozen people were burned alive, calling it a sacrifice to the gods. They were nothing short of a group of fanatical believers.

　Next, it will be their turn.

　"Don't think like that, we'll survive," Eina reassured her, patting her friend's back. Her pretty face was pale, but even she herself didn't quite believe what she was saying.

　She chose the high-paying job at the guild to supplement the family income for her frail and sickly mother.

　Unexpectedly, he died before he could even begin his mission.

　More than her own life, she was worried about the family's financial situation after her death.

　Having gone two days without a decent meal, Eina's rosy lips turned pale and cracked, and a clear sign of weakness and haggardness appeared on her face.

　At that moment, Eina sensed something was amiss.

　Although she lacked the keen senses of an adventurer, the half-elf inherited a fastidious nature and was exceptionally sensitive to the gazes of others. "What's that?"

　Eina looked in the direction of the strange sight and saw a young boy staring at her. She remembered him as someone who had just entered with the routed soldiers. The boy looked at her and asked something to the weasel-faced man beside him.

　The man with the pointed face and monkey-like features was considered a minor leader among the gang of bandits. He was said to be a remnant of a dark faction, and the other side was partly responsible for their capture.

　To her surprise, the junior leader showed a hint of awe in front of the boy.

　At that moment, the two made eye contact.

　The handsome young man grinned at her, then turned away to continue talking to the other bandits.

　The boy mingled among the bandits, chatting and laughing, but Eina noticed something different. The boy's eyes maintained a clear calmness throughout, unlike the violent and hateful bandits.

　Roy frowned as he heard the sound of the whip. "That's enough. Make him stop."

　The "Groundhog Man" dared not refuse and hurriedly stepped forward. However, he did not take any forceful measures. Instead, he affectionately put his arm around the shoulders of the bandits and said, "The sacrifice is about to take place. He's going to die anyway. Let's go drink."

　The ordinary bandits naturally had to give face to the remnant of the Rudraksha clan, a level 1 member.

　"Hey bro, let's go for a drink!"

　A group of people left happily, spending their days robbing caravans, and the mountain stronghold had no shortage of wine.

　About an hour later, the sun began to set, and the twilight air seemed to stain the bandits' fierce eyes with a hint of blood, accompanied by the despair of those who had been captured.

　Three ordinary-looking men emerged from the cave, their auras completely different from those of the bandits; they were clearly LV.2 adventurers. No one knew their real names, only their nicknames: "Black Hawk," "Night Demon," and "River Demon." They were all former LV.2 members of the Rudraksha clan, notorious for their evil deeds, and the guild had a bounty of 35 to 50 Fali on their heads.

　Roy recognized the three men, and a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

　"For the great Rudraksha!"

　"Oh oh oh oh oh oh"

　Three Level 2 men stood on the high platform, shouting loudly. The villainous thieves who worshipped the evil god looked on with frenzied awe and cheered enthusiastically. Immediately, someone rushed to the cave with iron bars and dragged out more than a dozen people, including Eina and her friend Misha Flot. "She's a half-elf. What a pity. What a beautiful woman. I heard she was still a virgin."

　"Before burning it for the god Rudra, we should really let the brothers enjoy it."

　"You've gone mad! The gods will punish you!"

　Looking at the pretty Eina, the bandits whispered among themselves. In this world, in terms of overall appearance, the gods are definitely number one, and the elves are number one. The gods wouldn't even dare to dream of being ranked first; they can only have a wicked fantasy about the elves.

　The dozen or so people who were brought out were deathly pale, their eyes seemingly devoid of color, revealing a hint of despair, as they walked towards the large pit where hundreds had been burned to death. Everyone's attention was focused on the ritual, completely unaware that Roy had already headed towards the high platform.

　Three Level 2 remnants of the Rudraksha clan appeared. The "Goblin" was no longer of any use. Roy lowered his voice and said, "Alright, you can leave now. Thank you!"

　The "Groundhog Man" was moved to tears and quietly crept towards the back of the mountain, knowing that a massacre was about to take place!

　Although they were both from the Rudraksha clan, he didn't care about their lives. To use an Eastern proverb, "Better to die a friend than myself." Roy glanced at their retreating figures, a cold smile playing on his lips. Did they really think they could survive?

　For the better part of half an hour that the other person acted as his guide, leading him through the forest, Roy continuously used magic, sending tiny electric currents into the other person's body. The other person's electrolyte and electrical signal conduction systems were already in complete disarray.

　He will suffer cardiac arrest within three hours.

　That was already a dead man, not worth paying attention to. Roy's gaze shifted to the high platform; those three LV.2 thugs were the real big fish. Roy took a step back, slipping away from the crowd.

　Hidden in a corner where the sunlight couldn't reach, his figure blended perfectly into the shadows, suppressing his aura, he silently made his way towards the platform. When Roy appeared on the platform's steps, he was still thirty meters away from the remnant trio, but if he took another step forward, he would be exposed to the sunlight. At this moment, "Black Hawk," one of the trio, seemed to sense something; his brow furrowed, and his gaze, slightly puzzled and wary, scanned the surroundings. Moving with the wind!

　At that very moment, Roy activated the special effect of his Wind Chaser Boots, his legs enveloped in a whirlwind, increasing his agility attribute by 80%, instantly jumping from B-rank to SS-rank. The change in the direction of the breeze also instantly alerted the three LV.2 remnants.

　However, they discovered it too late.

　At a distance of thirty meters, if Roy couldn't kill an enemy with lower stats in one hit, he might as well just smash his head against a block of tofu and die.

　Roy's figure shot out like a whirlwind, appearing in front of the trio, and the half-cut village sword pierced the heart of the man nicknamed "Night Demon".

Chapter 80 Roy's Fame (Please Subscribe)

　In Orario, and indeed throughout the world, there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

　The three remaining members of the Rudra clan are "Black Hawk," who excels at reconnaissance, and "Water Demon," who specializes in underwater warfare.

　"Night Demon" was the most powerful among them, having once single-handedly killed two Ganesha Familia Level 2 members who were searching for him at night. This feat made him famous and earned him the deep hatred of the Ganesha Familia. He was then killed by Roy with a single blow.

　The sword pierced his heart, and blood stained his clothes. "Night Demon" stared at Roy in disbelief, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

　Roy didn't linger for long. He killed the "Night Demon" with a single blow and immediately turned his attention to the "Water Demon," drawing his Muramasa sword and slashing at it.

　A sharp sword light flashed towards the opponent's neck.

　The "river demon" was terrified, but as expected of a master of underwater combat, he possessed great flexibility and forcibly twisted his body to avoid fatal blows.

　"Ahhhhhh!"

　The "River Demon" screamed in agony, his body staggering backward. A bloody chunk of flesh flew through the air, the sword still severing one of his ears. "You wretched brat!"

　From killing "Night Demon" to severing "Water River Demon's" ear, Roy took less than a second. At this moment, "Black Hawk" finally reacted and delivered a powerful shoulder strike, crashing his entire body into Roy.

　The two bodies collided head-on.

　Surprisingly, Roy, whose physique was far less imposing than "Black Hawk," remained completely still, as if rooted to the spot, as stable as a mountain, unshakeable. "Something's not right!"

　The other man's expression changed drastically, instantly realizing that Roy's abilities far surpassed his own, and that Roy's smile was like the smile of death to him. "Black Hawk" staggered back, attempting to escape.

　Roy unleashed his magic, golden lightning crackling in his palm, interspersed with a trace of crimson electricity, exuding a murderous aura. The special effect of his Wind Chaser Boots hadn't worn off yet; Roy dashed forward, easily catching up to his opponent, and the lightning ball slammed into "Black Hawk's" back. Thud!

　Black Hawk let out a hysterical scream as he crashed face-first to the ground.

　Without hesitation, Roy delivered the finishing blow, swinging his Mura-no-Kami sword, the cold blade severing the opponent's head.

　While Roy was dealing with "Black Hawk," the man nicknamed "River Demon" had already made his escape, fleeing in a panic towards the back mountain. This is the nature of the dark faction; they never fight when they're at a disadvantage, and if things turn out badly, they run away immediately.

　Therefore, Roy had to infiltrate the area; otherwise, if he killed one person, the other two would run away.

　If the two of them had teamed up, being LV.2, they might have been able to hold out against Roy for longer. But they chose to run away, and the result was that they were picked off one by one. And it was a one-hit kill without any suspense!

　The dramatic turn of events on the platform shocked everyone below, especially the bandits. In the blink of an eye, their two leaders had been killed and turned into cold, lifeless corpses. They had only two choices: fight Roy to the death or run away.

　And as expected, their choice was to flee!

　Roy was busy hunting down the "River Demon," so he didn't have time to deal with these small fry, but he wasn't without options.

　"come out!"

　Roy's voice was deep and resonant, like that of a supreme monarch commanding his subjects.

　Thanks to the Elf King's bloodline, Roy's magic attribute at LV.2 was boosted to S-rank, finally giving him enough magic power to try out the battle tactics he had always envisioned. *Pitter-patter! Pitter-patter! Pitter-patter!*

　As Roy finished speaking, golden lightning erupted from his body, rapidly spreading to the ground and transforming the area within a twenty- or thirty-meter radius into his lightning domain. Within this sea of ​​lightning, a dozen giant wolves, comparable in size to lions and tigers, emerged, their bodies crackling with lightning, their eyes gleaming with ferocity, baring their fangs and claws. These were monsters equivalent to LV.1, A-rank in all abilities.

　"Kill them!"

　Roy coldly commanded, and under his control, a dozen ferocious wolves pounced on the bandits with lightning speed and no fear of death. Even the remnants of the LV.1 Rudra clan would be instantly killed by these wolves, their necks bitten off, let alone ordinary people who had done him no favors. Full of confidence in the thunderous wolves he had summoned, Roy went to hunt down the "Water River Demon."

　Inside the camp, a one-sided massacre ensued.

　The more than one hundred bandits were helpless against the attack of more than a dozen ferocious wolves and died tragically in their jaws. Some were even torn apart by several wolves, experiencing the most cruel despair and fear in the world before their deaths.

　The bandits were pale-faced and preoccupied with their own problems, so they couldn't care less about the people they had kidnapped.

　At this moment, the kidnapped people stared blankly at the scene before them. Surprisingly, the ferocious wolves showed no intention of harming them; they swept past them and headed straight for the thugs.

　"it is good!!"

　Someone shouted something, as if it were a signal, and the crowd erupted in anger, venting their pent-up emotions from the past few days, eventually breaking down in tears. The psychological trauma of witnessing living people being burned to death is self-evident.

　Many of them had lost relatives and friends to bandits, and seeing those ruthless bandits annihilated by the giant wolf filled them with immense satisfaction. After venting their emotions, everyone's attention returned to the scene they had just witnessed: two Level 2 remnants of the Rudraksha clan were instantly killed by the boy. "Who was that?"

　"At least a level 4 adventurer."

　Everyone discussed Roy with shocked expressions.

　The adventurer who had spent most of his time in Orario recognized Roy and smirked, “No, he’s LV.2.”

　A middle-aged man stared in disbelief, "Are adventurers at level 2 in Orario really that powerful?"

　"Are you kidding me? That's the 'Sprout of Justice' of the Astrea Familia!"

　Besides the people from these foreign caravans, the adventurer who had been in Orario for over half a month and witnessed Roy defeat Hyacinthus had a strange look in his eyes. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old black-haired boy with the strength to instantly kill a LV.2 adventurer and wielding the magic of golden lightning—who else could possess such striking characteristics but the "budding hero" Roy?

　Upon hearing this, everyone was startled. They were all too familiar with this name; for the past two weeks, it had been the talk of the town, practically spreading throughout the country.

　The adventurer who levels up the fastest in history, whose fame is no less than that of adventurers at level 5 or 6.

　"Eina, we're saved!" Michael excitedly hugged Eina, waving his arms and legs.

　A relaxed smile appeared on Eina's pretty face, her heart filled with the joy of escaping a desperate situation.

　Seven or eight minutes later, Roy returned to the camp.

　The Muramasa sword in his hand, still damp with blood, emitted a faint warmth. Undoubtedly, the last LV.2 remnant of the Rudra clan, "Water River Demon," had died by his sword.

　"It has ended!"