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Faced with the sudden tragedy, Rayal felt as if his heart was firmly gripped, torn apart by pain and guilt at the same time. He had intended to bury himself in the sand, but in his ignorance, he had made a grave mistake. The cold, harsh words on the screen seemed like an unfeeling judge, pronouncing his guilt.
【Once in combat mode, " Lethalization " will automatically activate and transform surrounding objects into deadly weapons without the need for manual control.】
Rayal had never paid attention to the potential effect of skill before. Now, looking back, every word felt like a heavy iron hammer, striking deep in his soul. At this moment, he keenly realized the cost of ignorance.
Around him, the once bustling village square had turned into a living hell. Guards and villagers lay scattered on the ground, their earth-based magic wounds slowly corroding their bodies, each wound deep and bloody. The fresh blood formed a stream, slowly flowing on the cobblestone square, emitting a heart-wrenching murmuring sound. Some guards groaned in pain, trying to crawl a few steps with trembling arms, only to fall due to the loss of strength. The villagers cried out in terror, calling the names of their family members, their eyes filled with disbelief, as if still trying to comprehend the tragedy unfolding before them.
Rayal As the core of this tragedy, it tore at his heart. This pain was deeper than any experience of death he had felt before. His sense of justice and his power seemed particularly ironic and powerless at this moment. The heroic image he had longed to become crumbled into dust in this instant.
Yal's gaze hurriedly swept through the fallen villagers, filled with despair. As the dust settled, it revealed the full extent of this human tragedy. The villagers, including children, the elderly, and even the young people who had just been throwing stones at him, all had expressions of bewilderment and panic at this sudden disaster. In that fleeting moment of swirling dust, these ordinary lives were ruthlessly taken by his power.
The two originally fierce guards also suffered a tragic fate. In their eyes at that moment, there was not only shock, but also unwillingness. But now, they are no different from the grains of sand on the ground, their life fires extinguished.
The system's prompt continuously sounded, carrying a kind of mocking ruthlessness. When the four big words "Level Up" appeared in the field of vision, Rayal only felt a sense of emptiness and nothingness. The power he gained was directly proportional to the pain in his heart, making him unable to feel any joy.
【Achievement Unlocked: Fetishist】Kill over thirty NPCs.
【Achievement Unlocked: nightmare for beginners】Kill all characters in Beginner's village.
【Achievement Unlocked: Do you dislike beginner tutorials that much??】Do not accept any beginner quests or tutorial quests at all.
That alert sound, those achievements, and the feeling of upgraded power have all become a mockery to him. The NPCs who died because of him, in the game's setting, may just be a string of code, but in his eyes, the passing of each life feels incredibly heavy.
Rayal's hands tremble as he tries to close those pop-up notifications, but the deep sense of guilt is so heavy that he can hardly move. In front of him is no longer the game interface, but rather the moments of lives being terminated. He realizes that the consequences of this power are far more serious than he had imagined.
In this cruel reality, Rayal deeply feels the taste of the thin line between hero and sinner. His feet involuntarily step over one cold body after another, these were lives he once hoped to protect, now lying beneath his feet due to an accident. He lowers his head, his eyes no longer sharp and firm, but filled with deep guilt and struggle.
Every time Rayal's gaze inadvertently meets those widened eyes, his heart feels like it's being struck by an invisible sledgehammer. The eyes of these innocent villagers seem to ask, "Why have you involved us in this senseless disaster?" He wants to answer, to explain, but only silence accompanies him. He knows that this is the consequence of all his actions, the price he must pay.
As Rayal lingered in silent self-judgment, his interface suddenly displayed a prompt that drew his attention back. The bounty of three hundred gold coins had a profound impact on his inner being amidst the coldness of the numbers. It was not just a figure, but a quantification of the anger of the NPCs across the entire continent, a consequence of the disasters he had caused. Rayal bitterly smiled, a poignant self-mockery, unable to determine whether the increase in the bounty should make him proud or sorrowful.
He was acutely aware that to survive in this continent filled with hatred and greed, discretion and secrecy were his only choices. He began to act cautiously, searching the bodies of the deceased for items that could provide him with cover. With each piece of clothing he removed, his hands trembled slightly, and ripples of emotion spread through his heart.
He searched around the corpses, feeling immense guilt for his actions, but for the sake of survival, he had to do it. His hands searched through the bodies, hoping to find clothing that would conceal his identity. Eventually, he found a cloak on an unfortunate villager that was enough to cover his identity, a plain shirt, and a piece of cloth large enough.
Rayal quickly acted, draping the cloak over himself, putting on the shirt, and then wrapping the lower half of his face with the cloth, leaving only his nose and eyes exposed. This disguise might make him less conspicuous in the crowd, at least for a short time, and hopefully avoid being discovered by those greedy bounty hunters.
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