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I wasn't even sure if I should post this chapter, not because I didn't like it, but there are some controversy in this chapter. Yay.

I_I_I_I

Dack left the hotel with Solution with the biggest, smarmiest smile he could muster. He felt glad his plan was going through without a hitch. Solution just scowled at him. Her eyes flared with that same unfettered intensity until they reached a hill with a great view of the guild, Dark Typhon, and then when they laid on their back...she roared:

"We were SUPPOSED to just check in, walk out, remove everyone from the guild and then check out! You never told me you were going to assault a human!"

"A: It's faster to draw people's attention as a concerned citizen than just someone checking into an inn. B: Since when do you care about humans?"

Dack couldn't see very far away with his normal human eyes and didn't want to look like a cliché human looking through a stethoscope; his only choice of action was to use his aptitude as a werewolf to oscillate his color from brown to dawn red and expanded his sight from small to up close and personal like sitting close to a webcam.

He saw a building that looked as clean on the outside as a man whose wife walked out on him with their kids guarded by two men wearing orange uniforms with rune stones hanging from a chain around their necks. One had a broadsword in a brown sheath while the other twirled a black corroded flail above his head. They would be intimidating if Dack didn't know they were only 1/3 the level he was at most and couldn't last five seconds in a spar with him.

"Why did I need to even pretend to be your wife? I could've just been a witness to the 'unfortunate' circumstances of the hotel manager."

"Yes, but when people see the similarities between me and the me who will be running a bandit guild they'll believe a man with a loving, adoring wife over some single guy who checked in on the same day. Now, please, try to control that high pitch sound of yours—black Jesus can only do so much for a devotee of his."

He was speaking out of his ass again or Solution just believed he was before he pulled out that reed of his. He swayed it to the left than the right while keeping it in his mouth before he took a deep breath: two rounds of mushy brown balls fired out and hit the side of both the men necks.

They swatted their necks, one breaking a metacarpal forgetting he had metal there, both mistaking it for a bug.

They were finished—Dack blew his two fingers into a whistle. A tear in the fabric, two men agaped in wonder before two orthrus's, both red furred and maybe were the same brood, lunged and mawled with sharp fangs.

Halfway from tearing their heads off...not going into the gory, grotesque details on what splattered out when their bodies went limp, Dack jumped falling from the cliff all the way to the ground, but also phasing through a wormhole on the way.

Solution, still grouchy, joined him by going the same way.

"Lord Ainz could have singe them or eviscerated them from where you stood." She said.

Dack threw a knife in the center of the front door then replied, "And that's his weakness."

With an infuriated twitch from Solution's molded fake eyebrow and a smile beyond cocky on Dack's face, he roundhouse his left foot against the hilt of the knife.
A sound filled the area, it was akin to the sound of a cat purring, and the knife gravitated back pulling the door down along with it. Mocking men who are gentlemen, he extended his hand to the hall and bowed.

"After you, honey."

I_I_I_I

Life was hard for Pianxia Brunhilde. After losing her mother she and her Dad were kidnapped without even having a chance to defend themselves from the fast, the burly and the magic innate kidnappers; as well dozens of other men and women —boys and girls also.

Ambient trilling sounds from the ventilation system was the only positive in their prison room. It helped the sick and weak stay calm before they died alienated from the outside from their ailing health, sickness or...from Him.

His real name was never spoken from the mouths of the guards whom accompany him, and being the tyrannical, sadistic person he was they gave him a name: RoosterHair.
His hair was long, spiky blue resembling more of a broomstick than the comb of a rooster. He had two large sun medallions attached to three conjoined stubs pierced in his ears. He wore a face mask and had two coats on: a red one on his back worn like a normal coat and a green one with the sleeves wrapped around his abdomen with the rest shielding his front. His eyes were burgundy like the dark skinned prisoners before their cheeks crusted gray and their caramel colored lips cracked. And-he wore iron-shod trousers...every trickle of blood that splattered on them he'd scrap to put in a vial-and it was the closet his experiments would be to research.

Everyday she lived in fear for understandable reasons. There was no outhouse in the prison so they went the same place their bat hybrids went. They hang upside down to urinate. Where it goes recently the prisoners must follow pissed in their puddle. As for what they ate...it was the worst. They were given dead rats, dirty water and gray bread while the guards had turnips, corn, potatoes and ham slices. Pianxia hoped they were so busy enjoying themselves they didn't notice if one of the ham slices had mold on it.
Pianxia was just eating the eyeballs of the rat on her plate pretending it was jelly when the door creaked open and two guards with halberds marched in. They approached her then passé so RoosterHair could saunter between them. His eyes flared with malevolent intent fixated on her. She trembled in fear: her finger sweaty and her spine feeling cold.

"Take her." He ordered his guards.

Pianxia immediately did a crab walk to the other end of the wall; a batch of men and women ranging from early 20 to late fifty cheering her on. The guards swiped; missed.
Swiped again; missed a second time.

Third time they had two arms clenched on her shoulders. Two hands on two shoulders, one on each and the left hand was squeezing so tightly it brought her excruciating pain before she was lifted on the guard's shoulder.

She would scream and flail but there was no point. Her Dad weeped and cried but there was nothing he could do...not since they had to amputate his right foot.

She was carried to the surgeons room. The door was lime green and had a golden plate embedded in the top with the name Skinfaceskin etched in charcoal colored dry ink. This luxury was handed out to all the other leaders' doors.

RoosterHair opened the door. It was green bioluminescent light that shone through a crack-green light from five lamps meshed into a pentagon structure over a table with black straps.

Pianxia was carried over to that table before the guard pinned her back first, arms cuffed before she could even wiggle a finger. Panicking while strapped to the table, she was forced to watch RoosterHair in her sight just staring at her. She flinched from just one twitch of his hand. After twelve terrifying seconds of closing her eyes, she opened them again...he wasn't moving.

"Don't worry," he spoke with a voice intending to be as soothing for a trapped animal before they were butchered. "I won't begin the surgery just yet...I have to serialize my tools."

With a snap of his iron finger, one of his guards scurried to a table where there were four buckets: three made of redwood and one brown with a patch of green grass. The guard carried them to the wall where there was a drain and a springan. He turned the springan until water poured into the bucket.

Pianxia had no choice but to stare wide-eyed in a room so void of any odors it made her wince. Once the buckets were full, the guard lifted all four buckets and moved with stalwart strength putting them on a table.

Her body felt trapped in a clammy mist with all heat those buckets wafted out and things only getting worse when RoosterHair dropped a red runestone in the brown bucket and repeated doing the same thing-dropping other runestones for the other buckets. White froth emerged from the water before bubbles sizzled in the water.

That finished—RoosterHair snapped his iron finger again and his other guard came running over with a scalpel, tweezers, string and needle, and a vice because cutting people open wasn't enough... they needed to feel their bones break.

Each tool was tossed in a bucket and then the guard who carried the tools swatted his neck.

"You can't treat people this inhumanely!" Pianxia roared loud and unfettered.

Since RoosterHair couldn't show a scoff or a frown from the mask he was wearing he just monologued in his normal way but with a hint of effuse in his voice.

"Nobles sell their own children to slavery to pay off their debts. The only ones who say 'we cannot be treated this way' are the nobles who are actually worth a gold coin; your worth one shoddy copper at most.

"I just need all the help I can get. I'm the brains of this guild-it would be lost without my initiative—and with a malevolent lich out there killing armies...I need my help to be emotionless and unafraid.

"In these times where humanity is at the brink of being annihilated, what's one little girls life worth...what does it matter if another father loses a child?"

As he finished making Panaxia shiver cold sweat perspirations all over her exposed skin and glistening in the artificial light, the other guard swat his neck.

RoosterHair was now a looming apparition of death, swashing his "scythe" back and forth while approaching her at a turtles' pace.

She gulped before she shuddered; she could feel the broadside of the scalpel against her arm. She pleaded, prayed internally for someone to come and save her but all hope of that happening ended when he slit his scalpel across her neck letting a puddle of blood seep out...or did it?

Yes, she was going to die very shortly, but help was on its way. In an instance both guards had sharp fangs from tight jaws latch on their jugulars. They let out muffled cries-not a sound came out from how tight the jaws were nibbled. Once they collapsed, however, RoosterHair turned around to see...saw both his guards dead and an orthrus with golden fur growling at him.

One look at the basic monster and he bent his knees. "Agility Booster. Greater Agility Boost. Stride of Egress."

With his body accumulating to his boosts he disappeared before the orthrus's eyes. Her four pointy ears were twitching as a radar to find out where he escaped, but in a flash he was back in his surgery room...he was better dressed now for a fight.

A gold circlet adorned his forehead, he held two swords that zigzagged in a lightning-esque way, his coats replaced with a gold cheastplate sheening a reflection of her, and he replaced his earrings with tire coiling to each ear from the tangled line wrapped around his chin.

He postulated, smirked, had his swords held the same way Dack holds his knives treating the golden furred orthrus like a child, goading her to make the first move—and it was in that hubris someone ironically slinked behind him: Dack.

"Hey."

RoosterHair froze. One one, not even his leader, could sneak behind him the way that stranger did. When he turned around he got a glimpse of Dack healing the slit mark on Pianxia's neck. Seeing that mark-his work-being tarnished by the slit healing and the laceration fading...it infuriated him to a pedigree he raised both his arms about to cleave down—

Moving fast and ferociously, the golden orthrus jumped in and mawled through his right arm. He cried and breathed startled and raspy before his arm up to his triceps fell.
Dack, now done, turned to the doctor missing an arm, said "Let me help you with that."

With one hand and a wave of green light that resonated from it he did an impossible feat: regrew his arm.

RoosterHair collapsed from the sprawled on the ground. Dack wavered his attention from him to Goldie.

"Play nice with the nice torturer when he gets up, and protect the little girl...but first-I should teach him a lesson about hurting children."

With one hand Dack lifted his lifeless body up before tossing it to the wall near the springan and drain.

Then he pulled out a knife to cut the straps off the little girl's wrists. Pianxia awoke through this. She took one look at Dack and screamed a bloodcurdling loud pitch.

"AAHHHAAA!"

"Relax," he replied nonchalantly. "I'm too chill to harm a child."

Pianxia normally didn't take strangers at their word, but this man seemed very different than the ones she spent weeks around. She could stand again. He helped with that and he dusted her off with a feather duster...all she could think:

'Where did he get that?'

Although he seemed nice he without warning held her hand, something taboo to do with someone who has PTSD.

Yet, his hands made that clammy mist that was inside her clear away until she was able to smell flowers again after initially thinking there was no fragrance.

"Are you friends with any of the guards?" Dack asked. She looked at him blankly as if not understanding his question before shaking her head. Dack's face lightened up. "Good. I won't feel bad about killing every last one."

I_I_I_I

The guards would mostly guard stand where the exterior of the cells were, where they could stare through the bars and maybe ridicule the prisoners within, it wasn't as if there was an edict that said they couldn't and if there was they wouldn't follow it. At the moment, however, there were five guards inside all with halberds and they were pointing them at terrified prisoners who huddled trying to get out.

Now they were huddling in a corner holding each other for comfort while the looming danger of execution felt all too close with each step the guards took closer.
Suddenly, there was a rumbling noise and a clanging noise from inside the ventilation system. At first the prisoners assumed it was the guards tampering with the one highlight of their imprisonment, but they were just as shocked and baffled as they were staring at the ceiling that arches from the cell to the boiler room.

"This feels weird." A guard clearly acting as the captain murmured quietly to the four standing adjacent to him. "One of you, get close and climb into that vent."

"Shouldn't we just check the boiler room?" another guard asked.

"It's sweltering too much because we lost the last slave who could fix it. Congratulations though, you get to climb up that vent."

"How about we get one of the skinny slaves to go up there and I'll keep watch over them?"

"Fine, just get a move on!"

The guard stormed up to the huddle of peasants and seized a skinny woman with leprosy and banged orange hair he then dragged to the vent.

Once she was standing in front of it, he used the shaft of his halberd he jammed into the knees of the woman. She fell on her knees, her hands barely able to keep up but the fear of what he would jab next brought her even greater fear than death. With her skinny fingers that scratched the lining of her nose where leprosy affected her most she pulled off the grate—

Outstretched a large, gooey hand of a gelatinous green creature! It came out petrifying the woman who thought it was going to eat her. Instead, it grabbed the guard by the arm and yanked him inside. There was a loud scream that gradually started to sound more muffled while everyone from the slaves to the guards watched with their mouths agape and their eyes ranging from blinking excessively to widening in staggered terror.

There was a moment flitting through everyone's mind: 'I hope after eating that man that thing is no longer famished and will just leave us alone'...

Only, something worse happened than what they prayed for.

It came to no one's shock of disillusionment that the slime flooded out of the vent replacing the floor up to the leprosy woman's knees with its green body.
Being under here it made everyone think she was going to be eaten too, so in a desperation to save themselves two guards scurried to the group of slaves and grabbed them by their shoulders; they begun pushing the slaves towards the slime for meat substitutes.

"Just take them! Take them and leave us alone, we are better off than these filthy creatures. We could give you all the people you'd ever need!"

What was most pathetic was it was the supposed captain pleading to the slime that way.

There they were, dozens of people standing on the wet, gelatinous landscape that was the body of a slime. Each slave weeped tears of regret, tears of fear and tears of thinking that it was it; they were finally going to die. Any other day this slime would've eaten them...

Suddenly, a white halo shimmered from the body of the woman with leprosy. The same happened to a woman with a missing arm, a man with lacerations on his arms, a young boy so skinny he had gray skin and exposed ribcage and Pianxia's father himself —and in an instance they were all cured, their limbs they thought they lost forever grown back and whatever was ailing them had been cleansed, even skin and body of the young body gleaming a healthy dark skin with his skinny body filling up until only a small amount of rib was visible.

The slaves felt happy and healthy, but the same couldn't be said for the guards. When the slime finally oozed its way under their feet, the two who had no problems pushing people to save themselves, they were sucked in like quicksand, only being able to let out one fruitless scream before vanishing forever.

Now it was just two guards in the cell. Without hesitation they dropped their halberds and ran for the door. One using a spare key to open the door then slamming it shut. If the other guard wasn't so fast he would've been stuck inside with the slime.

They were standing on the other side, gazing into the prison as the prisoners danced around looking happy and healthy. It looked so joyful in there it was tempting for both guards to just open the door and run back inside, but they knew what kind of trap they'd be stepping into and they weren't foolish enough to give it a try; just look and see. They looked too long —in one moment the slime roiled towards them like a wave and splattered right into them. The last thing they thought of before they were sucked up into hell was...'I knew we should've just stayed home.'