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When Rayal's figure suddenly appeared behind the angry villagers like a phantom, a wave of chaos quickly spread through the crowd. His brief moment of teleportation gave him a valuable lead. Rayal felt the tension behind him instantly rise, with roars and curses erupting one after another, and the villagers' anger approaching like chasing sparks.
Using the agility granted by his escape skill, he moved like a nimble deer weaving through the trees, effortlessly maneuvering through obstacles on the ground. Rayal's breathing became faster and faster, his heartbeat pounding in his chest. He knew that once caught by the villagers, he would not only face anger and humiliation, but also the punishment of Beginner's village.
He could feel the sound of stones and pottery breaking flying towards him, and even smell the pungent odor of the smoke from the torches. These items hit the ground like raindrops, and Rayal had to be even more careful with his steps to avoid being hit by these flying objects.
Under this pressure, he was no longer the righteous hero seeking justice, but a fugitive running for survival. Yet even in this situation, he still held onto hope and determination in his heart. He couldn't give up, even though his image had been tarnished.
Just as he was about to reach the entrance of Beginner's village, Rayal's footsteps suddenly stumbled, as if it were a cruel twist of fate. He had stepped on a slippery patch of mud, and his once agile figure now seemed clumsy. A stumble, followed by a dull thud, and his body fell weakly to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and mud.
This sudden fall was immediately noticed by the pursuing crowd. The furious villagers roared like wild beasts sensing the vulnerability of their prey, swiftly closing in. Their eyes were filled with flames of anger and revenge, their shouts filled with a thirst for justice - in their eyes, justice meant punishment for Rayal.
The guards immediately took the opportunity to fix Rayal's position, the pointed wooden spears swaying in front of him like threatening blades, forcing him to submit to the harsh reality. Meanwhile, the village chief stood tall in the crowd, his stern and resolute voice echoing in Rayal's ears, leaving no room for emotion. He announced a harsh judgment - if Rayal continued to struggle, there would be no forgiveness, only a direct sentence of death.
Trapped in the crowd formed by the villagers and guards, Rayal deeply felt the weight of despair. He looked up at the faces that had once smiled at him, now twisted and filled with hostility. He knew that his mistake this time not only put himself in great danger but also might have permanently lost the chance to start anew in this world.
Under such pressure, Rayal must make a choice—whether to succumb to the current fate or to challenge the ruthless rules of this world once again. His pupils suddenly contracted, an unprecedented determination ignited in his heart, it was the instinct for survival, the will to refuse to give up easily. His fingers slightly curled, preparing to challenge the cage of fate once again in this final moment.
Rayal's heart tightened, he was acutely aware that he had no way out. In the face of the villagers' burning anger, any official punishment would be worse than death. Faced with such a prospect, staying in Beginner's village was clearly impossible. His only choice was to escape, to seek a new beginning, to find his own path.
At the moment the guard pulled him up, Rayal subtly placed his palm on the ground, lightly scooping up a few pinches of sand with his fingertips. His movements were slow and discreet, like an experienced magician, not letting the audience notice the trick about to be performed.
Seeing Rayal seemingly stop struggling, the village chief couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but still ordered the guard to remain vigilant. He commanded the guard to take Rayal to the main square, where he would face a public trial.
When the guard roughly grabbed Rayal's arm and began pushing and pulling him towards the main square, Rayal knew that this was his last chance. The sand in the palm of his hand felt like his last hope tightly held in his grasp. His gaze became sharp and determined, every muscle in his body tensed, ready to act at the most critical moment.
Suddenly, his movement was swift as lightning - he fiercely threw the sand in his hand towards the guards' faces. The sand was like tiny sharp blades, cutting through the air, and each flying grain seemed to trace a brief and bright path in time. The guards barely had time to react, waving their hands to shield their faces, their eyes clouded by the dust. It was a momentary blindness, but for Rayal, that moment was enough to change his fate.
Just as the sand was being scattered, the system's prompt sounded in Rayal's ear, as if the voice of destiny was announcing his decision.
【Entering battle!】
When the sand drew countless shimmering curves in the air, Rayal's heart suddenly tightened, because it was no longer just harmless grains of sand. Accompanied by the sudden prompt from the system, Rayal widened his eyes.
【Area damage! Causing one thousand points of earth attribute damage!】
The sound fell, and the wailing suddenly exploded in Rayal's ears. He turned to see the previously hostile villagers, village chief, and guards all lying on the ground in a pitiful state, like scattered branches after a storm. Their bodies were no longer simply covered in dust, but with a deep earthy color, and blood splattered the ground, each drop reflecting Rayal's astonished face.
For a moment, Rayal felt an unprecedented shock and confusion. His skill " Lethalization " had been unintentionally activated, turning the seemingly harmless sand in his hand into a deadly weapon. Rayal's hand trembled slightly as he quickly opened the skill panel, hoping to find answers within.
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