14xx/05/19 Johannes Calendar

19 days since arrival…

Pornof. How fitting the name was for its reputation.

I am a bit disappointed by the shabby village which allegedly was the most perverted town in the whole continent. The defense was much better than average, but it is not great. The village is surrounded by a whole batch of rough sandstone walls that serve either as a barrier or as a cage if you're a victim. I can see a single bridge over a small river. It looks deep enough; I'm not gonna risk it though.

The village quickly made its reputation known just through first contact. The smell of semen was strong when the wind picked up, but it usually masked by the dusty red powder of the streets. Not only the smell of cum was prevalent, everybody was wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. Most of them are young males, their hungry eyes preyed upon my body as I uneasily move around the neighborhood. No wonder the Monster Girls never raided this place; their predatory glare enough can shatter the pride of a lion.

Or not. While I was strolling at the extreme side of the wall to find loophole for me to climb over, I heard a simple sniffle coming from a nearby tunnel. It was feminine and it surely was scared out of her mind. I dropped everything I was doing and focused on the noise. I can hear the sharp intake breath of the woman, afraid that she was heard by hostiles. Strong scent of sweat that are almost imperceptible to the overall miasma of the town found its way to my nostril. My gut instinct led me forward to a small tunnel nearby, where my eyes saw a slight hint of pink hidden behind dry shrubbery.

The said instinct also helped me dodge an oncoming stone that would've dented my skull if connected. I can hear her gasp in terror before scrambling the ground for more stones to throw.

I am quicker, and she was inexperienced and scared. I ducked underneath the new missile and tackled the woman on the ground. Surprisingly, it was the same rabbit girl that tries to fuck me earlier. Not that it matters anyway; they all look just the same. I assumed that they were all in disguise, but the bunny ears and tail that was planted firmly in their flesh like an extra appendage made my assumption false, and her nakedness betrays no deceit in her appearance. She is a bunny girl through and true.

She was openly sobbing, afraid for her dear life as I put her on a chokehold. I was very surprised by this development. Did they not thrive on human semen? And if so, why is she so scared and hides from sight, when such resources are readily available and plentiful in a village that will treat her well with all the semen they can muster?

It took me a good couple minutes to bring her back to sanity, and that minute consisted of slowly turning my chokehold into a warm hug, which she surprisingly accepts with ease. When they are not trying to kill me or giving me the most awkward boner ever, they are strangely cuddly, their soft skin a delight for my cheek to feel as I nuzzled her neck in order to make her feel safer. It felt weird; last time I met her, I stabbed her in the gut and stomped on her throat for good measure.

Her name is Barony; she was a Bunny Girl who just graduated from her flock or her group to venture upon this new land in search of her own husband. I was surprised when she explained why and how they search their semen supply. Most of the time they will just rape them and be done with it, but if someone REALLY caught their fancy, they'll start to follow and do anything in their power to make the men theirs; usually through kidnapping and rape. As because Monster Girls are born with the ability to pleasure men to unknown limit, it was no surprise that the male would concede to her desire, as they can provide sexual stimulation greater than any human woman can ever hope to achieve.

Strangely, they didn't attack for no reason unless a certain month, where they will crave semen like their life depends on it. For them, making a man cum marks the man as a potential husband, whom they will be devoted for the rest of their lives. The Harpies of the Happiness Village is a prime example of this theology.

Pornof was surprisingly one of the most despised and beloved cities in the continent, much to my surprise. It was infamous for its practice of harassment against any kind of women, monsters or other. Even worse, some has gone to the point of hunting down certain Monster Girls and enslave them into a lifetime of servitude and shame. They are forced to perform so many bizarre fantasies against their will, as most of them are perverted beyond recognition. She is one of the unfortunate one.

She was tricked by a handsome fellow who was from this village. She was drugged, and ended up inside a dungeon where she narrowly escaped a very disgusting fate involving human wastes and blood rituals. Now she hides in the tunnel, deathly afraid of the small group that are surely seeking her blood and body.

After making sure that nobody is snooping around, I gave her a single Harpy feather from my pack. She smiled in gratitude and disappeared from sight in a strange flash of light and wind. A circular gust of wind envelopes her like a tornado before her whole body was engulfed in a bright light. There was no sign of her when the light subsides.

What the fuck? Since when did those feathers do that? Do they have like two kinds of transportation? This one looks similar to the teleportation effect the Monster Girl's I've defeated before has. Does it work differently for humans?

Now that little issue is out of the way, the first thing I did of course, is to find out where and who the fuck is Panty-sensei. One of the townsfolk were helpful enough to direct me to a small wooden house that smells like year-old moldy socks filled with ammonia and week-old piss. I've smelled worse thing before, doesn't mean that I enjoyed my time in that house of disease.

I entered the building, and the stench hits me harder than a truckful of logs. Semen, both old and new fills the air like a choking cloud of gas. I could not believe that someone can even stay in the house for a few minutes, let alone live here.

So, the perp I was supposed to deliver the shits to is identified by the white female panty worn over his stupid grinning face. God, I fucking hate him the moment my eyes laid on him. It's not even a second in and I just felt like wanting to smash his face in with a crowbar. I gave him the package and watched in horror as that crazy motherfucker split it open and savors the smell coming from the package itself.

No wonder it was so light. It's just panties, fucking used panties. Smelly one too, makes me want to gag just from the sight of it. Yet that guy just buries his face on the rancid fabric and inhaled deeply as if it was a fucking bouquet of the most fragrant flowers in the world. Holy hell, if it wasn't for the fat stack of dough that he paid me with, I would sincerely cave his skull in. That kind of pervert is honestly bad for business and an affront to social decency.

Seriously, I at least do my dirty deeds behind locked doors.

After the disgusting business is concluded, I bade him farewell and promised myself that I'll never do business with that slimy motherfucker ever again. I've smelled enough to consider suicide a sweeter option.

Like always; I've decided to take a looksies at the shops the village has. Aside from a few succubi, I've also found a single shop that doubles as an item, weapon, convenience and a blacksmith all rolled into one shop. The convenience, item and weapon shop were manned by three naked dudes wearing a pair of cotton underwear. I bought another Ilias Herb and Harpy feather, as that is the only thing I need for the moment.

Turns out, the one manning the item shop was an avid alchemist who was obsessed in finding the best combination of chemicals to create the best aphrodisiac known to mankind. So far, he manages to create a very effective sleeping agent that works instantaneously, unlike chloroform.

Fun fact: It will take more than 5 minutes to knock somebody out with chloroform-doused tissue. The insta-sleep as he called it was made through a combination of salt, horse urine, Beautiful Coral, whisky, Harpy feather, and Slime Girl's slime which he left for a day to ferment in concentrated Crab Girl's bubbles.

Gee, just hearing that makes me nauseous.

The blacksmith is wearing complete set of clothing, much to my surprise. To think that a person would've worn nothing despite its occupation would've justified his nakedness. Thanks to him, I have newfound respect for the blacksmith in this world.

He says that this place was a mining town actually, before making a living in…even he doesn't know what they did for a living. He says that their mine has the best iron ore in the continent, and he has the skill to complement the metal quality. Sadly, it was filled to the brim with monsters and such. I have to be really strong to survive an encounter with them.

I really have to agree; it means I have to fight them without guns. Volatile gases such as methane are quite common in mines and such, and a spark from a gun can blow the place to smithereens, including me as well. Even if I construct an airgun the bullet ricochet would've generated a spark that can still ignite the explosives stored in such mines.

The only way I can survive is through hand-to-hand combat, as long as their body is humanoid, I can still win consistently.

He told me something else that I am really interested in; the different effects on synthesizing weapons with different elements. Wind element generally increases speed, as the wind boosted the mechanical part and the speed of the projectile once shot. If it was used on melee weapon, it will create a gust of wind that allows the user to strike faster and harder. In short, wind means speed.

Fire does what it says; it imbues the power of fire onto any form of weaponries or projectile. Blade will be doused in eternal flame; bullets will leave a scorching mark on the opponent, sometimes triggering a fire if they are susceptible to flame.

Lightning is also straightforward; it imbues the weapons or projectile a certain amount of electricity that can induce substantial shock once the weapon got in contact with conductive material. Very useful if your enemy decides to hide in a pool of water.

Dark magic works a little bit like poison, except it cannot be healed unless using holy items. They are the dark part of a Ying-Yang relationship between Dark and Holy Magic. Holy magic usually heals, and when they decide to hurt you, burns you with intense heat of the light. The holy light is effective against Dark Magic, and vice versa. Imbuing the weapon with these properties did nothing except adding a little bit of holy or dark into your weapon.

Water initially was used as a way for a warrior to be able to fight underwater effectively, as in being one with the water allows them to temporarily ignore the viscosity of deep water. But further investigation shown that it can work as an enhanced conductor of water magic, hence why many seaborne creatures like Lamia and Mermaid likes to use them. He did say that he heard someone was trying to use it as a base form for much more powerful type of imbuement, but he didn't think they have succeeded yet.

Earth on the other hand, just gives extra weight on the weapon as well as durability. In short, it turns your weapon into a glorified war hammer if you want to. It would be useful as a shield, but what does a blunt knife can do actually?

Crystal imbues the weapon a certain property of crystal, which means that it became a very good conductor of magical properties. Any spells casted by such weapons are much easier and stronger when used. Sounds fun.

There is much other type that would take me days to actually describe their properties. It was very interesting to listen too. There was this imbuement called Death, which increases the chance of Instant Death on any creature you'll fight with. How? Maaaaggggicccccc….

That also puts me on a dilemma; what imbuement do I want for my rifle and guns? Should I make them a flaming weapon of death and destruction? Or should I go for the wind, which turns my rifle into something akin to a semi-auto? Or maybe I should choose Aqua and see what happens?

What about my outfit, should I reinforce them with something? The suit is already hardy enough to survive some rough altercation, but it's not a fucking suit of plate armor. Should I add something to increase my survival? Should I add more defense by using Earth, or should I increase my speed with Wind? And if so, what would happen if I imbue my armor with flames? Will it burn away my body, or would it help me defeat my opponent?

He told me that I can get some good iron ore up near the mines east of the village, just a half hour journey on foot. The mine is infested with monster girls and I should not proceed without help. But he says that I'll be fine because he says that I look strong enough to handle the enemy inside. Yeah, thanks for the confident boost, buddy.

Truth to be told, I do need those metals. Not for bullets or so, but for component to repair my weapons. My guns needed replacement part and some of my equipment requires metal component. I just hoped that they can synthesize something stronger than pig iron though, lest my shits break easily. If they can enchant their iron to be as strong as titanium is even better; I can try and make a bicycle so that I can move fast and don't have to walk everywhere all the time.

The blacksmith told me that he can try and help me build one, but he needed iron ore, and lots of it too. I asked him how the fuck am I supposed to find one, let alone carry enough to complete the tour from here to the mine and back. He marked the location on my map and directed me toward a small caravan heading toward the mine. They needed extra hand on carrying the stuff and most of their employees have been ambushed on the road yesterday, so they were running short.

Bumpy caravan ride beats walking on foot.

We were moving at a normal pace, just around 20 km/h along the road. It was a beautiful day devoid of worries. The sky was clear, but it has a few white fluffy clouds that provide shades when the day was too hot to handle. The sun was shining, but not too painful as to make it uncomfortable. The grass was green and shone under the benevolent sun's gaze. The evening breeze cools our brows when we start to feel some heat. As to quote my cabby's word; 'Ilias is in our favour'

What happened next? Oh nothing, just a simple raid orchestrated by Centaur Girls and Bunny Girls.

They come at our west and quickly surround us. Three girls at the rear and 4 girls at each side, left to right. I inspected the girls who were attacking us, specifically the Centaurs packing spears and halberds. She would be wearing a pair of shirts that bulges out due to their massive cleavage. Their upper body was coated in sheen of sweat as they try to keep up with our own horses. Their usually blonde hair was tied in a ponytail as to not blind her rider as it whipped violently in the air. Their spears were aimed at the spokes of the wheels, but none seems brave enough to shove it in and risk getting pulled underneath, or lived long enough to even shove it in.

Their rider was the same Bunny Girl that I fought off before, which I am not happy to see again. They are straddling at the back of their horses like a champion. While their ride was busy trying to play catch up the rider was armed with bow and arrows to rain hell on me and my driver.

The arrows were steel-tip, and the look of horror on our fellow men's face told me enough that this was a real, proper fight. So I dug my heels and prepare for combat.

We have no chance of outrunning the raiders, so we stopped and pulls out our weapon. They were trying to run us down, but the caravan guards formed a pike formation and held their line, forcing the raiders to run around and try to find the chink in the armor. Even then, they were doing it leisurely, as if amused by our pike formation than being intimidated.

They didn't account for a veteran rifleman to be their opponent.

I manage to bag at least three before they decided to press their assault. The first shot startled the rest of the Monster Girls, long enough for me to bag two more. They recovered quickly and smashes through our defenses, or tried to. Never underestimate the lethality of a sharp, pointy stick. Especially if its wielded by trained warriors alike.

After a minute of combat, the raiders fled leaving behind some of their gold and weaponries. We didn't go out there and collect the loot, because at that time, we felt something is wrong with the timing; they broke too fast. So we held our position and waited.

It was the right decision, as we were once again ambushed. This time by a group of Orcs. The Orcs is not the green-skinned muscly brute I've expected; they have uncanny resemblance of an extremely voluptuous woman. The only thing that says that they're monster girls is the long floppy pink ears that flop at the side of their head. While they are all naked savages, they carry large wooden club that could probably cave in the skull of a person into its neck and between its shoulders. I don't know why they would be naked, but I know that if they wore no outfit, it means that their body was strong enough to handle anything without armor.

Or they just being stupid as fuck.

They proved the latter when I pulled the trigger of my rifle. The large caliber bullets make them bleed like any bullet would and they fall properly like anybody being hit by a high-powered sniper rifle does. But even then, their strength is undeniable. I saw some of the caravan guards were sent flying into the air by a particularly brave Orc.

They are strong, but they are still human-sized and brawl like they were a bunch of drunk. Even an amateur boxer can take any of them in a straight fight. Most of their attack was hard-hitting, but they're so sloppy and crude that I got bored midway through the fight. Even an Oni back home offered much more challenge!

Once again, they broke and left the field, leaving behind their dead and their gold. Most of our crew was nursing broken bones and bleeding wounds, by a few rounds of healing magic from our priest was more than enough. Nevertheless, we left the killing field heavier with loot and pride.

It was weird. Why do these fleeing Monster Girls always drop a few coins when they decided to run away? Do they do this to distract us from pursuing them? A conciliatory payment in exchange for letting them flee? A wicked thought crossed my mind at the sight of the blood-stained gold in my hand. How much can I earn from hunting down these raiders?

As if the goddess of this world listened to my thoughts, more Monster Girls attacked the caravan on route to the mines. I would've welcomed the arrival of walking payday if not for the fact that they all comes in different shapes and sizes, some which I cannot fight with fists alone. Leech Girl is one of them. They are fucking disgusting as fuck, no matter what other says. She has the upper body of a naked lady, which has ram horns on top of her head. What makes them much more fucked up? They have the body of a leech, a disgusting black leech. It's even worse when their mouth was situated in front of her.

A gaping maw of flesh rimmed by black slimy tendrils, undulating and twirled in anticipation at its new target…

I threw my knife at her throat and watched as she gurgles in her own blood before she disappeared into the ether. No way in hell I would get close and personal with that fucker.

We reached the mine shortly after. The driver won't join us and some of the other guards were left behind to guard the carriage. So, it was only me and this one experienced dude into the mines. He was an adventurer such as I, with scruffy brown hair that blow against the wind as the breeze picked up in our journey. He left his pike in exchange for a wooden shield and a simple iron arming sword.

Leaving my rifle behind felt foreign to me, but I conceded with at least having my pistol and knife at my side. Looking back at it, it reminded me of the Tunnel Rats unit in Vietnam. Those crazy fuckers would spend their time physically climbing into the Vietcong tunnel with nothing but a knife or a pistol like mine. It was a system of interconnected tunnels that has multiple dead end and ore deposits lain uselessly in the corner, waiting for someone to mine them for real. All that's missing is a bunch of goblins with Kalashnikovs screaming in Vietnamese to complete the mood.

I also grabbed a simple shortsword, just in case.

My greed became my downfall again as I encountered another chest. It was the same like I found back in the facility before I was catapulted here. My experience in the Cave of Trials doesn't helps a little bit. By the time Andrew, my guide was yelling at me it was too late…

I remember a single, slimy tentacle just shoots out from the chest and engulfed my face. I was in a panic, so I quickly swiped the tentacle off my face. Son of a bitch, that fucking thing tasted rancid!

Another tentacle appeared to try and grab my leg, but Andrew came and cuts that off too. Unfortunately, an errant tentacle decided to tenderize the meat by slapping my head with the force of a ball-peen hammer. Damn that bitch hits hard! My head was still reeling when she was dragging Andrew into her box. My eyes then cleared to see the full view of my attacker.

It was a woman like always, but instead she was hiding in a chest that has it lids open wide like a pair of jaw ready to swallow its unlucky victim, complete with a set of sharp teeth that lines the lid of the chest. The content of the chest beside the woman was a pool of syrupy green goo that bubbles nastily. Several tentacles sprouted from the bubbly goo, ready to restrain or strangle me to death.

The woman was a simple Japanese woman with straight black hair from her head, unlike others she was clothed in a simple black long-sleeved shirt and she was flat, like around A cup at least. Her tongue was long and forked like a snake, dribbles of saliva droops from said tongue as she anticipated at her new meal.

Realizing that I have a small window of opportunity, I simply throw the blade at her. She slapped it away with a sneer, but her lips then screamed in agony as her tentacles were too slow to stop bullets. Two to the chest, one in the head.

After making sure we're both safe, we checked her corpse for loot. My effort was rewarded with proper prize. 500 gold! I split the gold in half with Andrew as we both fought valiantly. I also found a stone of Wind, which he says that I can use to imbue my weapon with the power of wind. I like it!

He then showed me a staircase that will brings me deeper into the cave system. He said that he wants to rest, as he bears the brunt of the Mimic's abuse. I gave him a hug of luck, telling him that I'll be fine and hope he will be fine too. Call me gay all you like, but unless you have been in the battlefield you won't understand the bond a warrior shares among his friend.

The bond between men…that's why I am still hunting down Hito. He may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but I owed his father everything. Me and Samuel has gone to hell and back, from the dusty ring of an underground fight club to the land of Fantasy, he was always at my side, his trusty shotgun at the ready. His son is as reliable as he is, and we made more memories together.

Hito…I'm really sorry for my mistake. I dragged you into this hell, and I have the audacity to not be at your side. I'll find you, even if I have to go the hell once more…

Mourning him now would serve nothing, only determination and strength can help me now.

Back to topic, I descended into the second layer of the mine. It was no different than the first layer, a suffocating series of stifling small hallways with different outcome. After the encounter with the mimics earlier on I simply ignored the other chest. Won't fool me twice bitch!

I don't know why, but I felt a certain overpowering fear despite my stout heart telling me it's nothing. The air felt heavy with anticipation, the smell of sweat, dust and a little bit of methane swirls around and mixes into a blanket of gaseous paranoia. The small flashlight at my neck throws a bright light at the direction I'm pointing at, illuminating the cold granite walls that heightened my sense of claustrophobia and paranoia.

What about the part that was not illuminated? There could be tons of enemies or monsters hiding in the darkness, waiting for me to stumble into their trap. I don't have much room to maneuver, and I'm afraid to fire my weapon as I don't know where the methane and Sulphur reservoir at. Hell, I don't even know if there was any poisonous gas down here! I read this thing a lot back in my employer's library; miners usually carry canary into the mineshaft as a mean of detection. If the bird sings, then it means the gas is near and they must run away. I don't have a canary, and I know that gas is not easily visible.

That's why I was hyperventilating when I heard some distance noises. Whispers, screams, metallic clangs…

It took me every strength I never thought I had before to not run and scream like an idiot. Instead, I focused on such noise. Noise leads to cause, and cause means that somebody was doing some kinky shit somewhere nearby. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my surrounding. In just a few seconds my ears became sharper, as well as all my senses.

The noises are distant and they fade quickly as it came, but I manage to overhear a few words. I don't know if it means anything, but I'll write it down here for anybody who stumbles upon this journal later on.

Luka…Alice…Gale Thrust…Let…Sake

That's it. I don't know what happened, but I don't like it.

Moving on, I decided to abandon my search for the metal ore. If what I heard earlier is nothing but illusion, then I better get the fuck out. What I smell is poison, and I have to get out before I hallucinate more…

Well, lo and behold! I found a pile of metal ore! How? Simple, I was retracing my step when suddenly I realized that I'm lost. Scared for my life, I quickly retraced my step with hope that I found my old path. It didn't. What I found is just a pile of metal ore, just waiting to be grabbed. The metal ore has quite a substantial amount of it taken away, but I have brought a rucksack with me to carry most of it.

Damn, they're fucking heavy even in powder form. Combined with the fact that I'm hopelessly lost, I felt a certain fear that weigh down on my neck much heavier than the bags of iron I'm carrying now. God, why didn't I wear powered exoskeleton? One wrong move and I have to finish my adventure on a fucking wheelchair!

Fortunately, I stumbled upon a girl knocked unconscious. She has a long mop of curly yellow hair which frames her childish visage. She wore a pair of black singlet and shorts. The part that made it different is that the rims of the neck and shoulder holes were adorned by green furry wools. She also wears a pair of furred stocking as well to match her outfit. She has a pair of goat's horns, which sits snugly on top of her head. She has the body stature of a teenage girl who just passed a year after hitting puberty.

She was also unconscious and not breathing, which is a cause of alarm. Using my knowledge of CPR, I performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation as best as I can. All the while ignoring how good she tastes in my mouth.

I repeated the move until suddenly; I felt certain suction upon my lips. She was awake at last, and she mistakes my attempt of saving her lives as an invitation for a kiss!

She was a masterful kisser; her tongue slips into mine as she put her hand behind my head to deepen the kiss. She tastes sweet and sour, like ripe apples. I felt a certain intoxicating sensation as her saliva mixes with mine. It has been quite a while since I was with a woman, so I was tempted to accept the reward for my effort.

But what the hell, I have a bro to find on earth!

I quickly pushed her away despite her annoyance. She was a little bit groggy, yet she's still operational. She stumbles toward my direction as she tries another attempt for a kiss. I dodged her clumsy attempt to ask her why she was down here.

She said that she was bored, so she just wanders down here out of pure drunken whim. She even whipped out a small bottle of sake from her pants to my horror, which she swallowed its content with bliss. Oh god, how am I supposed to escape if the only lead I have is a hopeless drunk?

She smiled cutely and replied with a simple string she produced from her pocket. A Thread of Guidance? How was that helpful? How can a simple thread help me if it was not tethered to the entrance for me to follow?

The last of my pessimism disappeared as I grabbed the string and willed myself toward the entrance, like what I did with a Harpy Feather. In a flash, I felt a certain pull toward a direction. Taking my advice at face value, I followed my instinct's direction.

It FUCKING WORK. I am just blindly walking. I don't know the place nor do I know the exit, but I have a strong feeling at a certain pathway, so I followed it. I found myself at the same staircase that I left Andrew behind! OPEN MIND ALEX, OPEN FUCKING MIND!

I was too late, Andrew got fucked.

It was one of the Bunny girls, her cute face scrunched up in pleasure as Andrew pushed his hip at her own back and forth like a well-oiled piston. While the skimpy outfit the bunny wore gave no problem for him to shove his meat into her tunnel, Andrew has to discard his pants somewhere at the corner of his little alcove, his bare back greets me as I seriously contemplated on kicking it as hard as possible.

I knew it was futile to do anything as I saw the tell-tale white milk on the woman's vagina. Dammit Andrew, after all we been through you just have to give in just like that!?

Turns out, this is what Andrew is searching for, a proper Monster girl to be his wife. He doesn't want any of those tentacle monster or even the furry one, he thought they are terrifying like I did. He wants a Monster Girls who are hot as fuck, yet looks like Human the most. Bunny Girls fit the description to the tee.

I am saddened at the sorry sight of my fellow traveler, but this is what he wants, and I already have what I came for. Reluctantly, I waved him goodbye as I slowly walks away from his bare back, clenching my teeth as his roar of pleasure rocks the cave.

I will never forget his name. Andrew, I'll see you on your wedding day…

Or not.

Something else caught my attention after the cave. I was offloading the iron ore I got when suddenly a little Dog Girl came running at me. It was the same one I've encountered back in cave of Trials, the cute one whom I put in a chokehold before?

She was scared shitless, her purple eyes streamed with tears as she hid behind me. Her clothes were torn in multiple places, indicating a rough mishandling of this poor creature. My combat instinct flared up as the sound of galloping horses interrupts our soiree.

It was a group of 4 men on horseback; their lust-filled eyes filled my own heart with righteous fury when I witnessed their depraved desire worn upon their sleeves and their lips betray their lecherous desire. One at the back was armed with a short bow, its arrow pointed at me in attempt of intimidation. The one next to him was a youth in priest outfit, albeit his eyes betray his true intention. He carries a simple wooden staff like any monk does. The one at the front was a pair of well-armored warrior; each carries a long sword and a heater shield for combat.

They desire the girl behind me, and say that they'll pay good money if I hand her over. If not…Well, the first one with a Barbute helmet dismounted from his horse and pointed his sword at my throat, beckoning to my wallet with the said sword. With such invitation how could I not refuse?

My faith in my gloves proved true as I shoved the sword aside and then bury my knife into his throat. Using his body as a shield, I quickly draw my pistol out and shot the bowman and the priest at their center mass. They fell down like sack of stones from their mount as their strength seeps out from the holes in their chest. The only reason the last warrior was still alive was because I ran out of ammo in my current magazine. But he can't do much anyway; he was thrown from his steed as his horse bucked out from the sudden gunshot from my pistol.

He picked himself up from the ground and charged at me in desperation. Fear evident in his visage as he tries to skewer me like a pincushion. He is one of the smarter one, as he raised his shield to protect his chest.

Reloading is out of the question; therefor I threw the handgun at his shield in order to slow him down. The loud clang makes him visibly flinch, allowing me drop to the ground. He fell down like a sack of bricks as my rifle round penetrated his kneecap. That idiot raised his shield high but his legs are open, so of course I took the shot.

He stumbled forward, crying in pain as he realizes that he cannot run. In a desperate gamble, he switches to his knife, but I shot him in the face before he could throw it.

After everybody was dead, I decided to check up on the little girl. The little girl's name was Richo (pronounced Ri-Cho) and she was one of the targets of this syndicate from Pornof. She said that her friends were captured and were held up somewhere near the mountain range, and I am by far the only one capable of fighting them as it is. She said that I should hurry, as even she doesn't know their fate.

Her words bring fresh rage into my heart. How dare they! I'll fucking tear them a new asshole even if it means burning down the whole town of Pornof by myself!

The little girl was wearing tattered garment, and that was something I can remedy. I looted the shirt off one of the bandits I slew earlier and gave it to her. It was oversized, but better than her being slightly naked out in the open. Most of the gears they carried were heavy and cumbersome, so I took their gold instead.

I knew that leaving her behind would be a bad idea, so I asked the caravan guards (Thanks for nothing asshole) whom were gobsmacked to see me slaughter a pack of heavily-armored knights if I can accompany her back home. They agreed, so after a brief farewell, me and Richo used a feather to return back home.

I appeared at the back of the blacksmith shop in a heap, thanking god and everything divine that me and her organs weren't completely destroyed from that flight. Still groggy from my transport, I stumbled toward the small window of the shop to get my bearing. Then I saw it.

I don't know why, but something about the person talking to the blacksmith felt oddly compelling to me. The person was a young youth barely above eighteen; hell, he looks like he was still twelve years old. He has a light purple hair with a pair of intelligent blue eyes. He has a pale white skin, which happens if you stay indoors for long. If he was an avid traveler, he would have tan skin due to the exposure to sun like mine. He wore not a single piece of armor, relying on a simple sword as his protection. His glove was worn and scarred, a tell-tale sign of heavy use. He also wears a simple red cape around his neck to protect him from the element.

The second person was to my surprise, a snake-like girl like Teeny. The difference is that her skin is light blue. So is her long hair, but it was adorned by a pair of dark blue horns and two pink flowers. Her snake eyes were strikingly yellow too. What's up with little girls and their lack of dress? The most fabric she has on her was a pair of long dark stocking gloves and loincloths.

And the third guy was Hito.

But before I could truly confirm that he was my Hito, Richo tugged my sleeves and begged me to protect her again.

The stalker was an old man in a bright blue suit, accompanied by a pair of heavily armored men. It didn't take a genius to know what they really want. And it doesn't take a savant to figure out what to do with them.

I didn't the get the chance.

I raised my rifle and pulled the trigger. But instead of feeling the satisfying kick of my antique German rifle, I felt myself being pulled into an abyss. It felt terrible, like I was sucked into the never-ending abyss of the facility many days earlier.

I screamed as I loudly as I can, but the sound never reached anybody's ear. The scream should've been spread far and away as the vibration in the air penetrates through the ether and pierces into anybody who was unlucky enough to hear my girly scream...

But there was no vibration,

There was no sound,

There was nothing that can hear my scream.

The scream ends up lost in a vast expense of dark blue that dominate my vision. My body was falling, yet I felt no sensation. My head was clear, but there was nothing to see at. It was pure nothingness.

It was terrifying. Where's Richo? Where the hell am I? Why am I here? How could this happen? Somebody please help me! It's scary! I can't see anything! I can't hear anything! I can't feel anything! Nirvana sucks ass! Enlightenment is painful! Please stop!

I can breathe, but I am drowning.

I can see, but I am blind.

I can hear, but I am deaf.

I am free, yet I am caged.

What the fuck happened?

Sup Alex! It's me, sorry I can't chat long but I have places to be, and things to do. I'm a busy rabbit after all.

I'm sorry, but while you and I have our own discussion in my domain, the guys you were so eager to kill earlier scooped her up and brought them to the lair because they don't like to share with the rest of Pornof's finest denizen. The nerve! It just happens that Richo is exactly the merchandise their customer over the sea ordered for, so shame on her then.

Anyway, you can still catch up with Luka and your buddy as they are on their way to Midas. Problem is, Richo is already in irons at the lair already. It'll take you a while to reach her, but you will miss Hito completely. By my estimation, if you don't catch up to him now, the only way you can find him again is if you manage to reach Chapter Two. He'll be fine, he's a strong lad, isn't he? And that Dog Girl you picked up before? Oh, don't worry your sweet head, they won't ship them within this week. So you still have time to prepare. They are famous for their punctuality after all.

The coordinate on your map is 460 easts, 300 north and just above the Pornof mines. I already marked the coordinate on your map already. I'll suggest you bring something that can deflect magic, they used those to keep most of their prisoners in cage.

Do not underestimate them Alex, show no mercy, for they will show you none.

signed, the White Rabbit.

Son of a bitch.

Looks like I have to switch priority now. Sairento Hito is a tough cookie, and we both would rather be left for dead than letting a child suffer a brutal fate when we could do something about it.

So, when I was spat out back into the living world, with a pouch full of Harpy feathers, the first thing I did was to came back to the blacksmith in Pornof, whom were delighted to see me. With the number of ores, the wagon I accompanied brought back in, he can reliably do his business for another 2 months. He said that he can make me a bicycle on discount price, but it'll take him more than two weeks, even with my help. I unfortunately has to decline that project though once I found out how much cash it really takes.

I sold off some of my looted weaponries for a tidy sum. The blacksmith was surprisingly apprehensive at buying the weapon though. He said that it belonged to a notorious bandit faction around Pornof territory. They're surprisingly strong enough to fight Monster Girls on a regular basis, and he heard that some of his clients perused their brothels for…'deviant pleasures'

Good. Nothing feels better than righteous slaughter.

Knowing that I didn't have much time, I went straight to Happiness Village and acquired more feathers from the item shop ran by a harpy. I have grown fond of this thing's ability to teleport anywhere I went. It's like having a personal bullet train for myself!

And the best part is that she even agreed to sell me some of her new whiskey. She said that it was too lethal to be drunk by humans, but it was a favorite among her client, so she kept making them in small amount. I bought a few bottles to make Molotov. The alcohol content of the drink is so damned high that I don't need to add more shit to make it more flammable.

While I was at the village, I decided to pass by the fairy to see if she can help me with my magic problem. She knew a lot about magic!

She did. She decides to imbue my armor with the power to deflect magic. She said that it would only works around 50 per cent of the time, like a 50-50 chance of me dying because the suit thought it would be a good time to just accept the magic damage like a tool.

Even though I knew magic and used them before back home, I prefer to use something that doesn't rely heavily on faith, especially if said magic can only work half the time. But this is the best option I can get, other than me pumping my own manna into the suit without any way of recovering spent magic. I still have problem manifesting my own magic though, this place's logic is different than back home.

Anyway, that should cover my magic deflecting equipment requirement. I believe the hideout would contain several spellcaster, hence the reason to try to counter their attack. I love to see them try to out dodge a bullet with velocity of around 830ft/s with their magical ability.

I got everything I needed for now. I'll rest at the inn in Happiness Village and set out for my journey tomorrow. I didn't want to start the slaughter in my skivvies anyway.