Howdy once again, sorry for this long overdue chapter. I didn't abandon y'all, I just went to the local supermarket to retrieve the milk. Another reason why I was gone for so long was because IRL crap, mainly going on a roadtrip across the southern side of the U.S. and also I was editing some chapters.

Now for some unfortunate news, the MADNESS live action movie pitching process is on pause because Hollywood won't pay their writers fairly. So I'm sad.

Good news however, Sanford and Deimos plushies will be coming out soon, and I shall complete my collection whether my wallet likes it or not.

Quick disclaimer: Jebus isn't making an appearance in this, he's going elsewhere… Unless I get bored, I'll just write a oneshot of Jebus 1v1ing Ilias, because .500 magnum vs god, or the small chance I will write a NG+ version of this story.

Now for the part where I respond to reviews:

Nantano: I will try to lessen the POV switches since they're a migraine for me to keep track of also. So longer sessions are added, and less switches unless they're necessary. As for the rewrite thing, my only answer to that is, Hell nah. Because then I'd be rewriting this for a 5th time and I write on a damn phone. It's already arthritis as it is.

NoUsernameNeeded: Aw thank you, it means a lot that somebody likes my glorified shitpost.

Ok: Don't worry, I plan on continuing this. Hope you stick around to read my shitposts, thanks for reading 25k words that has ⅗ chance to give someone brain rot.

Now enough about me, and more about the story, catch y'all at the end!

Chapter 2

The Killing Machine Cometh!

Somewhere in the Ilias Continent…

Hank J. Wimbleton stared at the bloody road. Satisfied at his own work, after a few seconds of him breathing and calming down his insatiable bloodlust. Hank decided to go south and find this "Iliasburg", now that he was done fucking around with the locals.

Hank looked around for a few minutes then realized, "Ah shit… I don't have a compass."

Hank dug in his pockets and only found bullets, pocket sand, and more bullets. Normally, Hank would be thrilled about still having more bullets to waste, but in this scenario he wasn't so happy. This is one of the only times where he wished he hadn't packed so many damn bullets.

Hank, disappointed in himself, huffed out a breath of air. It seemed like he would have to do this the painful way. He took one step and quickly fell to the floor.

The assassin clutched onto his chest, "URGH!"

Hank hissed in pain, coughing up blood both in and out of his mask. He moved his hand and looked at his bloody handprint on his vest.

By now, he had used up most of his adrenaline and was now feeling the pain.

'I really need to find some type of first aid, or I'll be in Purgatory yet again.'

Hank coughed up more blood, splattering all over. the already bloody pavement. By the way his body looked and how he was coughing up blood.

He could tell that he was bleeding both internally and externally, the blood from his back dripped continuously. The outside air entered his exposed wound, the blood coming out of his mouth. He knew the damage that the clown had inflicted to him was bad, but not this bad.

Hank straightened his gaze and wiped the blood from his mouth, additionally spitting out any blood left inside his mouth.

He clutched onto a large gash on his back, given to him by his good ol' clown nemesis. It stung once he grabbed it, but the pain was something that Hank was all too familiar with. Just by a single touch, he could tell that the wound was extremely deep, but it wouldn't disable his combat capabilities, but not enough for it to hinder his combat.

The assassin got himself off the floor and looked around to see where he could find a small town, or resources to make some semi-decent first aid. He then noticed some words that floated above him, acting like the words of Tricky, floating with no sort of context.

Bloodlust: 100%

"What the hell does that mean?" Hank asked himself as he looked at the floating words.

Hank felt the gash in his back suddenly cease to exist. He started to pat down his back and felt that there was no hole inside of him. His chest also now felt fine and not like they were just recently crushed by a stop sign.

Hank's health and Bullet-Time has been recovered!

Hank: 3500/3500 x1 HP

Hank was confused on how his injuries healed on itself without any type of medical miracle. He looked up yet again to see if the bloodlust bar had something to do with his odd healing.

Bloodlust: 0%

Hank looked up and saw that his "Bloodlust" bar had gone down back to zero. It didn't take long for Hank to understand what had just happened.

"A healing mechanism, ay? How convenient."

Hank placed a finger on his metal jaw as he looked at his newly found ability.

Hank jotted that down in his mental notebook and got back right to the point, 'Right. Get to Iliasburg and fix my shit.'

Hank rolled his shoulder and went back to finding out where the hell south even was. Since Hank didn't have any sort of compass on him, he checked if his goggles had any type of magical radar inside of his goggles. He started to press buttons and flick switches, just to be disappointed that there wasn't any magical radar in his goggles.

Hank dropped his search and set his goggles back to its default setting, "Knew it was too good to be true."

Hank let out a low sigh, the assassin then started to march, not knowing where he was going, but knew that he'd eventually get to Iliasburg. The Killing Machine turned around to face what he thinks is the southern side, and moved forward, leaving about 20 counts of murder in his wake.

The assassin sprinted with speeds that only he and Wank could achieve. His trench coat flowed in the wind and his bandana tails fluttered. Hank didn't know exactly how far he ran, nor did he know how long he ran, but all he did was run and run and run.

'God, this road is awfully long. I should have kept that bandit alive after all.'

Hank started to doubt his decision as he still didn't see any type of civilization in the distance. The Nevadan wasteland wasn't even this long, how big is the country he's in right now? Hank shook that thought away and focused back on running.

He then noticed that his surroundings were starting to be a warmer orange, Hank looked up watching as the sun started to set on him as he kept moving on.

'What time is it? It's already sunset.''

Hank questioned himself and his perspective of time, feeling like it has been only an hour or so, and yet it was turning night already.

When he looked at the sun setting, he had to admit that the sun was more majestic than Nevada's, mainly because Hank killed the sun, so there wasn't even a sun in the first place. Still Hank was mesmerized by the sight, he continued to look at the sky.

Then he ran into a boulder face first.

"Urgh! Fuck you too rock!"

Hank felt his nose bone indent a little, and as if he just got punched in the face by Dedmos. Hank had forgotten the most basic rule and didn't keep his eyes on the road.

Hank held his nose then proceeded to flip the rock off, he looked at the large rock with a murderous intent. Even if it was his own fault, and that the rock wasn't even alive, Hank wanted to kill the rock.

He looked up and down at the rock, looking for any weak parts. The rock was tall and huge, then he got a clever little idea just from observation. He stared up at the large rock and went for an attempt at rock climbing. He first dug his MAG-arm inside of the rock, and used the arm to get a steady grip of the rock.

The assassin took out his Dragon Sword and used it as an ice pick in order to scale up the rock like he was some sort of spider. The assassin scampered up the rock, breaking pieces of the rock off, turning them to edges that he could hang off of.

After a minute or two, he had managed to get to the top of the rock, in which he decided to do some little spotting. Hank clicked the buttons on his unbroken goggle lens and zoomed in to see if there were any cities or towns nearby.

Much to Hank's pleasure, there was a city there. Just left of where he was going.

"Ain't you just a pretty city?"

Hank hopped off the rock and suffered no types of injuries from doing so. Hank placed his katana back onto his back and continued his sprint, kicking up even more dirt.

By now Hank's calves ached from running, but Hank didn't let that deter him, either by the fact that his nerves stopped working, or it's just his endurance. No matter what it was, Hank was gonna fix his attire, whether his legs liked it or not.

While Hank was on his way to Iliasburg, something caught his attention. He saw what looked to be honey on the ground. Not only that, but fresh honey, something nearly impossible to find in Nevada.

He knew he needed to get to Iliasburg and get his shit fixed, but the temptation was too great for even Nevada's most wanted. Besides, a little break wouldn't hurt him.

Hank stopped abruptly and went to go consume the honey, to give his body a well deserved rest and to regain his energy. He untied his mask and fully revealed the mangled face that lurked beneath. He took the honey with his katana and licked it off the edge of the blade.

The assassin sampled it in his mouth for a few seconds before saying, "Yum."

Hank then proceeded to consume whatever honey was left, helping to ease his hunger that he didn't know was even there.

"Ah… That should allow me to run another 10 miles or so."

Hank grabbed his flask and used it to wash the honey down his throat. He tied his ripped bandana over his face, and got back to what he was just doing.

"Now I just need to…" Hank stopped his sentence mid way through when he laid his eyes on a bee.

More specifically a humanoid looking bee. Or what the locals would have called a monster girl. Hank's eyebrows dropped,

"Sonofabitch. Looks like it's round 4." Hank whipped his blade out and got ready to brawl.

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Bee Girl appears!

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The Bee Girl licks her lips as she stares at Hank, "Ufufu, seems like an unbaptized adventurer walked right into my trap…"

Hank ignored the woman for a moment and looked at the huge amounts of honey dripping off of a beehive attached to her abdomen. The honey looked appetizing to Hank and something that would really hit the spot.

'Mmm, Honey Pie…' Hank thought to himself as he craved for some pie right now.

Hank then snapped his eyes awake and towards the problem at hand, "Alright, whore. If you want to dance, then let's dance."

Hank pointed his sword at the Bee Girl's neck, staring intently at her. Hank then assumed an offensive stance, with one hand on his sword and the other on his pistol. His eyes pierced through the Bee Girl's gaze as he marked the next victim of his wrath.

Hank was the first to make the move with him running towards the Bee Girl with no other intent, but the intent to kill. The Bee Girl prepared her honey, expecting him to attack predictably like any other adventurer.

The Bee Girl threw honey at him, or at least attempted to throw honey at him, for Hank saw this attack a mile away and slid underneath the sweet honey. The Bee Girl was surprised at Hank's agility, and was even more surprised when Hank suddenly raised up from the ground with his sword being swung up at dangerous speeds.

The Bee Girl was now playing more cautiously and moved back before Hank could hit her with the rising sword strike.

'Nobody that size should be that agile…' The Bee Girl thought to herself while looking at the Killing Machine.

Hank kept on with his pursuit, chasing the Bee Girl with the sword in his hand. The bee kept backing away from him, and was always just out of Hank's reach. He could've just used Bullet-Time and ended her existence, but that would just be a waste of energy for somebody like this.

Soon enough Hank got tired of her dodging him, so he used something faster, "Back away from this, you filthy casual."

Hank lifted his left arm that held his pistol and shot it once at the Bee Girl's head. Removing the top portion clean with little to no effort whatsoever.

Bee Girl has been slain by Hank!

Bloodlust: 10%

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Hank breathed a sigh of relief, as he didn't have to worry about a sticky suit. He sheathed his sword and placed his pistol right back inside of its holster.

Hank looked at the dead body with a smug face, "Your honey has been forfeited to me."

The assassin walked towards the dead body. He then removed the hive from the abdomen and started to consume the honey that was still inside of it. He took off the ripped mask once again, and started licking the honey clean from the sword without cutting his tongue.

Once Hank had his fill, he went back on his little journey, running on the path he drifted away from, and towards where he last saw the city.

After about 10 minutes of non-stop running…

The sky was starting to get darker as the sun was slowly setting. The orange sky was slowly turning more black. The Killing Machine who had been running for an hour could finally see the city across the kill he was standing on.

'Almost there.' Hank ran down the hill, pushing with all the force inside of his legs.

He soon found himself nearing the entrance of the city he was informed of. Hank was about 15 meters away from the entrance. He squinted his eyes seeing what huge city had to offer.

"There it is…"

Hank still dripped blood from his mask and onto his clothing. Hank's blood still stained his black clothing, making him look even more dangerous and hostile than usual. Or it could be the blood of his enemies, but blood is blood, so who cares?

A soldier guarding the gate watched the bloody man approaching his stand. He immediately stood up and ran to intercept the unknown traveler who was coming even closer. For all he knew, this man could possibly be a threat to everyone in Iliasburg.

The soldier got right up to Hank and stopped him from moving any further. Now that he stood this close to him, the soldier realized that he stood up to Hank's chest, only then did he know the true height of the Killing Machine.

"Halt!" The soldier shouted at Hank, getting the attention of Hank, in which he tilted his head to the sides, a bit confused.

It took a second for Hank to fully register what was happening, and once he did, he could just knock the soldier's ass out.

Hank rolled his eyes, and groaned internally as he knew that he had to deal with these types of people, but he didn't expect it to happen this soon.

'Might as well just make him scared shitless then…'

He grabbed a hold of his knuckles and popped them in preparation. Without any signs of hesitation, Hank grabbed the soldier by the shirt and lifted him up towards his face, picking the soldier up from the ground, and staring at his soul intently.

Hank's goggles then started to flare up, with the bright red lights glowing to its maximum outputs. The brightness blinded the soldier for a moment, as the violent red lights covered his entire face.

"What is it? Is there something wrong I did?"

Hank's metal jaw distorted his voice to absolute hell. Already making his deep voice that much more intimidating. The voice not only made the soldier's spine shiver, but made his spine shrivel up.

"No! No! It's just… I…"

The soldier tried to find words to calm down the angry Hank, but had difficulty when he was forced to engage eye contact with the Killing Machine. Hank slipped out his kunai and pressed it against the jugular of the soldier.

The soldier felt the coldness of the blade and was frozen in fear, but snapped to his senses when Hank spoke yet again.

"May I come in? Would be a shame if somebody like you were to… how should I say... disappear?"

Hank slid in a sliver of a threat in his question, making the soldier even more scared. Worst of all, the soldier knew that Hank wasn't joking and that he wouldn't hesitate to end his life right now.

"O-of course, sir!" The soldier panicked, not wanting to be killed so suddenly by a man who looked half beaten to death.

"Good. Now get out of my way."

Hank dropped the soldier on his ass and moved towards the city now that he had "normally" got in without murdering somebody.

Hank strolled into the city, looking at all it had to offer. His bandana tails waving throughout the dramatic wind that just so happened to appear as soon as Hank entered the city.

He let his eyes absorb what had to be seen, he had to admit, it was better looking than Nexus City. Then again, Iliasburg didn't seem to have any type of technology Hank was used to. It looked so goddamn medieval.

Hell, it looked like some sort of fantasy anime that he could find Dedmos or Deimos watching.

"Tch, weeb." Hank said to himself, shaking his head.

Hank didn't linger on that thought when he remembered he needed to get his clothing fixed.

"Right… Sewing needles and thread. That's all I need."

Hank spread his arms and looked at his tattered coat. The coat was ripping apart and his Kevlar vest was also ripping. He could see the tiny plates inside of the vest, most of them broken.

Hank sighed, "Add that to the shopping list…"

Hank then remembered another thing that hadn't crossed his mind until now. He was broke. Hank was so focused on the new world that he had forgotten about money.

He was definitely not in Nevada, so they wouldn't accept USD. He wasn't in any of the places he had visited, so he was virtually broke. Not like he carried that much money on him, he'd usually have a singular twenty dollar bill in his wallet and that's all.

Hank reached for the back of his bandana and tightened the tails, 'Time to be me. The ultimate mercenary.''

Hank took out his pistol, inserting one bullet into the mag of the N9011 pistol. Cocking back the slider and seeing the bullet inside of the chamber.

What he now needed to look for was some sort of building that could supply him with contracts or bounties.

He roamed around the city, getting strange looks from everybody as they looked at the mercenary. Some were intimidated, others were disgusted, while the rest pretended to not mind.

Personally, Hank didn't care what looks he was given, for this wasn't the first time he had gotten those same looks. What Hank did mind was that he had no idea where the jobs were located.

He couldn't tell if it was just his goggles so heavily damaged that it made the words look different, or if it was just an entirely different language. He took off his goggles for a second and ruled out option 1. He was now considered illiterate since he can't even read the language, how great.

Hank kept on wandering around until he found something that tickled his fancy.

He soon enough found himself near a hub that looked like some fantasy looking-ass guild. It was big, it tickled Hank's fancy, and it might just have the jobs Hank wanted. Sure he didn't know exactly what it was, but Hank would just go through every building anyways. So why not just start it off with this building?

Hank pushed open the front door, where he may have pushed a "little" too hard, and startled everyone inside of the hub. By may have, he definitely startled everybody. His red goggles burned into the hub's populace and his gaze alone had dropped the room's temperature by a few degrees.

The patrons kept quiet, with the only thing making noise was the sounds of Hank's boots clicking onto the hard wooden floor.

"I need a contract." Hank stated bluntly, punching his fist into the desk, while cutting to the chase as quickly as possible.

The receptionist didn't look up at Hank, "Mhm, sure what is that you- Woah! Are you alright!?"

The receptionist then looked up at the man who still looked nearly beaten to death. Hank knew that his clothes were still bloody and filled with holes, but all that blood wasn't his. At least most of it.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood."

Hank punched the desk yet again.

"W-What?"

The receptionist was shocked at how blunt Hank was being. He just admitted to murder, with little to none hesitation.

Hank tapped the surface of the desk, impatiently, "Contract now."

The receptionist finally got the memo and pointed Hank towards a wall filled with contracts and bounties. Hank nodded and went to the board, watching as the people observed his next move. He didn't really care what they thought of him, he just needed some shiny coins to be able to buy his supplies.

Hank looked at the board, looking for the ones with the biggest numbers. Sure he wasn't able to read them, but he did have pictures to help him.

'Are these supposed to be slimes? I'm not going to find out...'

Hank wasn't looking for any more monster contracts. Instead he was looking for a contract that was easy by Hank's standards, and high paying. That also didn't include any type of tentacles.

Hank kept on looking for contracts until he found something that he was familiar with.

'Heh, these must be bandits. They're easy to kill.'

Hank read the contract's pictures, where he already figured out the target. It may not have been a high paying job,but bandit's are plentiful.

He looked at one of the side pictures which had some sort of bandit king? Hank didn't know for sure, but it was sure as hell interesting. Hank could already guess that he had to go exterminate some bandit scum. A small grin appeared on his face.

"Yeah, I can do that."

By now, Hank was all too familiar with these types of missions. Hank ripped the paper off the board, and walked up to the desk.

He proceeded to slam the paper onto the desk, "This one." Hank said with a flat tone to his voice, jabbing the piece of paper with his index finger.

"A-are you sure? Mr…?" The receptionist asked, looking at the high level contract, and the man who looked like death. "Did I stutter?" Hank asked the receptionist with venom in his voice.

"No sir, it's just that this contract is extremely dangerous."

The receptionist's warning fell on deaf ears as Hank didn't care about the difficulty, he cared about the pay.

"So?" Hank responded with a rude tone.

The receptionist grew a small tick mark on her head. "So? I'm saying that this bounty is extremely dangerous. There's hundreds of bandits, and one man wouldn't be able to exterminate them all. I'd also suggest a party to accompany you." The receptionist explained to Hank.

"Why don't you just tell me the pay grade?"

Hank ignored every single bit of suggestions from the receptionist. The receptionist had lost him half way through the explanation. The receptionist gave Hank a look, realizing that she couldn't deter him.

"It's 5 silver coins per bandit, but that's not worth getting killed. Tons of adventurers tried to take this quest on, but almost none of them came back."

Hank stared blankly at the woman and clicked the contract again. "Uh huh… Now who's this guy?"

Hank was specifically clicking onto the second photo of a person who seemed slightly more important.

The receptionist looked at the picture for a moment before recognizing who it was, "That's the bandit king-"

Before she could fully explain, Hank butted in, "How much is his head worth?"

Hank thought that the title of "Bandit King" must mean more money to be paid, and alas he was right.

"His head is worth 20 gold sir…" The receptionist answered, now knowing what Hank was going for. "Great. Sign me up and prepare the money." Hank said, turning his back away from the desk.

The receptionist nodded and instead pulled up a log of dead adventurers, ready to write down Hank expecting him to die early. But before she wrote down a single letter she realized that she had never seen Hank before.

"Hold on." She said, putting Hank to a halt. "Are you even registered?"

The receptionist asked another question, much to Hank's dismay. He let out a small sight and went back to the desk with his hand in his back pockets. Hank dug inside of it and pulled out a mercenary card from his wallet. Including his own bounty and information that he had accumulated over the years.

"Shut up and look." Hank waved the metal card in her face that had "Hankerchief Motherfucker Wimbleton" printed on in bold.

She stared at the card and noticed that it was off from the ones they'd issue. She was initially about to ask, but Hank held his finger up stopping her from asking about it.

"It's from a different location, but I assure you, I know how to handle myself."

Hank placed the card back into his wallet.

The receptionist blinked twice, "Okay… Is there anything else you want to make sure of."

The receptionist said to Hank, writing down Hank's name inside of the adventurer log.

Hank did indeed have a question in his head, "Do I get paid extra if I turn in the "bandit king" alive?"

Hank wanted to kill the bandits like he would usually do, but first he needed to see if there were indeed extra rewards.

"No, Mr. Wimbleton. There are no bonuses. Go crazy…" The receptionist stopped her sentence as she noticed Hank started to laugh under his breath.

Hank stopped his little chuckle looking back at the receptionist, "Super. You know their location?"

Hank also wanted to make sure he didn't waste his time with directions. He already had a bad time since the first time he was transported to this goddamn world.

"Yes, they are northeast of here." The receptionist answered Hank's question. Hank responded with a nod.

He grabbed a map that was on the desk and stared at it for a while, tucking it into his pocket with all the rest of his supplies. Hank straightened out his trench coat and marched out the hub. He left only a large dent in the desk as proof that Hank had indeed been there.

Hank took out his pistols and made sure their safety was off, 'Murdering some bandits, ay? Heh, sounds like easy money.' Hank chuckled to himself, walking northeast towards where the supposed bandit camp was at.

Meanwhile with Wank…

Wank was currently sitting on a chair awaiting Luka to come back. By now the sun was starting to set upon her.

"Wonder what's taking him so long. Maybe I should have carried him… It's sunset… I think."

Wank spoke to herself while she leaned back on the chair. She had been on that same chair for the past 30 minutes, or something along those lines.

Regardless, Wank was indeed a little upset that Luka had in-fact kept her waiting, but then again she was an athlete in almost every single measure, so it wasn't really that surprising. Still, it meant she had to wait quite a while before any action came by.

She did have a minute of peace towards herself at least, now she had time to think, she first wondered how the hell she even got here. Sure, she knew it was because of a dissonant MAG, but the real question is how the hell does dissonance even work?

She thought longer and remembered using some dissonant weapons and sending agents into the "Other Place." She used to think that it would just destroy your body and remove your S-3LF completely.

A new thought then entered her mind, 'Does that mean the Nexus Core exists here? Is the agency around?'

Wank slapped herself in the face, trying to get those thoughts out of her mind. For all she knew, she could just massacre everyone if she wanted to. She and Hank were basically the same, but the latter was just slightly better.

'Speaking of Hank, what's he up to?' Wank pressed a finger up to her chin.

'It's only been a couple of hours and yet I feel like he already committed a war crime or two. Hell, what's going on in Nevada?'

Wank got off the chair and stood up, walking over to the house's window. She looked up into the bright sky with no traces of improbability inside of it. It was just blue and clear, not like the one in Nevada. Best part of all, there was still a sun in the sky. Since a certain someone bludgeoned the sun to death…

It was quite peaceful for Wank's standards, she wasn't a blood driven assassin like Hank, but it was necessary for her to be one to survive. However, here, she didn't have to be one.

'Do I really want to leave this place?' Wank started thinking long and hard about some of the harder choices.

'I think I might just prefer this place over the desolate wastelands of Nevada. For all I know, there's no agency here to track me, or at least I hope so. And it's pretty peaceful.'

Wank started to list off reasons why she might just stay a while, still looking at the sky. While she was contemplating her own thoughts, she saw Luka running into a temple.

Meaning that Luka was definitely still alive, and didn't get assaulted by another monster girl. Then Wank's ears picked up on something. She picked up on the noise of something or someone slithering in. Whatever the noise was, it came directly from behind her.

Wank whipped around with a guarding stance, finding herself face to face with a purple lamia. The two were both distanced from each other with only 5 feet in between them.

"..."

The two women said nothing as they both stared at each other. Wank was waiting for the lamia to make the first move, while the lamia was waiting for Wank to make her move.

'What am I on, right now? This is just plainly stupid…' Wank's eyebrows furrowed a bit. 'And now some half snake woman barges in.'

Wank now thought this was some convenient elaborate multi-step experiment that the agency was conducting on her. 'What's next? Sanford, Dedmos, and that other Deimos is also transported here?'

Since it's a dream, what the hell is there to worry about? Wank broke the stalemate via engaging in conversation with the monster.

"So… what hole did you crawl out of?" Wank started off with a light hearted question, trying not to make this whole interaction not so hostile.

The monster girl only sighed and didn't even bother to answer Wank's question, "Does a purple haired boy live here?"

The lamia immediately dodged Wank's question, and went for something else completely different. Wank definitely knew what she was talking about now and grew even more cautious over this.

"Why do you want to know? You want to take his semen or something?"

Wank asked in a half joking manner, her fists still tightened, not having some pleasant experiences. She tried to bait any reactions that may give away the lamia's intentions, but the lamia's face remained stoic.

"No, just wondering. He's just… interesting." The lamia semi answered Wank.

Wank simply crossed her arms knowing full well that this conversation probably won't get any farther.

"Can we at least exchange names?" Wank wanted to at least get one direct answer from her, before she did something stupid. "I don't really know what species you are, snake woman."

The lamia made a small sigh before giving Wank her name, "My name is Alipheese Fateburn, and I'm a lamia, you imbecile."

The insult was unnecessary and rude, but Wank shook off the insult since it was nothing compared to Hank's rant.

"Well then Alipheese, I'm Wank J. Wimbleton." Wank placed her hand on her chest, almost boasting about her name.

The lamia was curious to meet this "Wank", but something about her was odd. She looked like she didn't belong here, she wore clothing that didn't match anything that Alipheese had seen.

An example of such was her odd piece of eyewear. It looked like ordinary goggles, but they seemed to glow without any sort of magic. Aside from the woman herself, she was more curious about the woman's name.

Alipheese stared at Wank with a blank expression, "...Like the act-"

Before Alipheese finished her question Wank interrupted her, "Yes. Like the action, don't judge the name."

Alipheese then started to giggle to herself, making fun of Wank's name. "Haha, that gave me a good chuckle." Alipheese said with a small smile on her face.

"..." Wank crossed her arms, quite offended that some lamia is making fun of her name.

"Whatever you can stay for a while." Wank said, walking back towards the chair she was sitting on a second ago.

"We might as well just wait until Luka comes back. Hopefully he knows what to do about you." Wank rested her head on her arm as she waited for Luka.

"Luka… so that's the boy's name." Alipheese said to herself in a whispered tone, making a small smirk on her face.

"Anyways, I'm wondering why you still haven't tried to attack me yet. Normally, humans like you would normally just attack me."

Wank rose up to answer the lamia's question, "Simple. I don't have any issues with you. Although I'm still a little salty when you just made fun of my name, you're good in my books."

Wank answered with a casual tone and held out a thumbs up. "Hm, that's good." Alipheese replied.

While the two were still making some small talk, the front door started to open up, allowing the two to see a purple haired boy slowly coming into the house.

"Hah… What a…" The boy stopped mid sentence when he saw the lamia inside of his house.

"...What!?" Luka shouted in surprise.

The boy looked stunned about the lamia being in his house. He looked at the lamia for a second before pulling his sword out and pointing it out towards Alipheese.

"Why are you in my house!? What are you even doing here!?" Luka shouted without dropping his sword for a second.

The two women looked at each other before the two responded with something that has completely nothing to do with the topic at hand.

"You're slow." The two said, at the same time, with the same tone.

It was hard for Luka to comprehend why Wank was acting like the lamia, and he didn't quite understand it. Maybe the lamia did something to Wank, maybe this whole day was scripted, Luka didn't know which one was real.

Even harder for Luka to comprehend was that Wank never met the lamia until now, how could she already be buddies with her?

"Hey there Luka. Calm down okay?" Wank said in a casual manner, undermining what a bombshell this probably was to Luka.

"Wank, are you seriously taking her side!?" Luka asked, still panicking. The woman only nodded without a single sign of hesitation. "But you hardly know her!"

Wank stood up in a relaxed manner and approached him. She lurched over him and took his sword away from his hands, "Just relax Luka. I don't know what history you two have with each other, but she isn't a threat… I think."

Wank flourished Luka's small sword and rested it upon her shoulder. While Luka stood a gape at what he was seeing right now. He didn't know why Wank was taking the monster's side, but seeing that Wank is trusting her this much, it wouldn't hurt to ask the monster a few questions.

Luka narrowed his eyes, "How did you even find my house?"

"Simple, by scent. Just a single whiff of your unsophisticated scent was all it took for me." Alipheese answered plainly, getting straight to the point.

"Well… how did a monster like you enter the village without causing a huge panic?"

Luka added onto his question, remembering how none of the villagers seemed to even know that Alipheese was even in the village.

"You know what a back door is, right?" Wank asked Luka as she pointed her thumb towards the back door, which was backed up to a nearby forest.

"Oh…" Luka said in realization when he saw the opened back door. The lamia tilted her head back, "Did that answer your question?" "Yes…" Luka responded.

"Why did you come here?"

Alipheese crossed her arms and looked back at Luka, "I was just interested, really. There's also one thing that I just want to confirm." Alipheese answered.

"Eh?" Luka commented, for he didn't know what she meant by that.

She did answer his questions, just extremely vaguely. "Who even are you?" Luka asked the lamia, still wanting to know more about this unknown monster girl.

"Oh, just an ordinary traveling monster." Alipheese answered in a plain tone. "...What?"

Luka didn't really know if the lamia was just pulling his tail, or she was telling the truth in the most plain way. He turned towards Wank to see how'd she respond to this.&

"C'mon Luka, she just told you. She's a traveling monster." Wank added on, playing into Alipheese's light toned answer. "I know what she said, I just don't understand what that's supposed to mean." Luka responded to Wank.

Alipheese scoffed, "You simpleton, it means I'm a traveling monster."

Luka looked at the two of them with an annoyed expression. He didn't know what he had done to deserve this, but this was just straight up aggravating.

"Why are you here anyway?" Luka asked yet again as he didn't get a straight answer the last time he asked the question. "I'm already depressed enough since I couldn't receive my baptism… If you came here to make fun of me more…"

Alipheese then grew a small smirk on her face, "Hah… hearing that was one of the reasons why I came." Alipheese gave yet another indirect, yet direct response.

"So it looks like Ilias didn't appear in your baptism." As if Alipheese was gloating she kept the smirk on her face.

"I owe her for giving me so many wounds… Goddess that created the world… How stupid." Alipheese stated, also catching the attention of Wank.

"How did your fight with a god end up?" Wank asks, a bit intrigued by the prospect of a good fight.

Meanwhile Luka was confused about what those two were talking about. Luka felt that the monster girl was being a little too inconclusive.

"Eh? What are you two even talking about?" Luka asked the two women, still trying to prod off a few more scraps of information.

Alipheese said nothing except, "Food." Luka tilted his head over, "Huh?"

Alipheese continued, "Get me some food. I'm feeling quite peckish." The lamia stated, looking at Luka still.

"..."

Luka stared back at the lamia with a blank expression. Wank made a slight nod, telling Luka to just roll on with it. Luka sighed and went to the kitchen to see what he still had in stock. As it turns out, Luka was going to depart on his journey today, so… he doesn't have any food in his empty kitchen.

Luckily, he did have some emergency rations on him. He pulled out a bag of rations and hoped it was enough to satisfy the lamia.

He held it out towards the lamia, "Dried meat…" The monster girl looked at the bag and took it from Luka's hand.

"Dried meat…" The lamia sighed, "You make me sick." Alipheese insulted Luka. "You can at least try to be nice." Wank suggested, yet Alipheese chose to ignore it and went ahead to sample the jerky.

"Oh well, I'm tired… I'll just have it as an appetizer I guess." She takes the piece of jerky and chews it with an unhappy look on her face.

"Hmm, it's not too bad after all." Alipheese then took a second bite, "The seasonings and spices were done well… it compliments the meat."

Luka looked astonished as he was flattered that the monster girl had complimented his cooking, "Really? I practiced how to cook in preparation for my journey. I needed to know how to cook when I set up camp… though I wasn't able to become a Hero…"

Luka's shoulder then dropped as he realized that all the training and cooking he had been doing was useless if he wasn't even a Hero.

Wank placed her hand on Luka's head, "Ah, don't be like that, kid. I know plenty of people, and there's this guy who can still wipe the floor with people despite being the most normal person I know. Let me tell you that he's no Hero." Wank said, referring to 2BDamned.

"Thanks Wank." Luka thanked, feeling a little better after Wank's words. "So, why else did you come here? Are you going to make fun of me for not becoming a Hero?" Luka asked the monster girl.

Alipheese closed her eyes as she thought about what to say next, "Hrm… I guess I said too much earlier. You just sounded so childish… I couldn't help myself."

Luka looked insulted yet again, as his goal was called childish yet again. While Wank sat back and listened to what they had to say.

"There's also something I want to clear the air," Alipheese continued, "I've traveled around the world and seen plenty of things. While your childishness is idiotic…" Alipheese paused on her sentence.

"It's a good thing." She added.

Luka only stared at the lamia with a slightly irritated look. He didn't really know how to respond to that. One, his goal of coexisting was called childish, yet again. Two, apparently he was now idiotic.

The lamia looked slightly confused and tilted her head, "What? I'm comforting you. What's with that look?"

"Eh? C-comforting!? Is that what you call this?" Luka asked the monster girl with a small tick mark appearing on his forehead.

"Yes." The monster girl stated bluntly, "Now the question is, what are you going to do after this?"

"Exactly as I planned." Luka snapped his fingers, "I'm going to defeat the Monster Lord. Even if I'm not a Hero, I'll still go."

Luka believes that even a traveler or an adventurer could do it. It was just him being uneasy about going without the blessing of Ilias.

"Haha… that's good. In fact, I'm a little interested in you…" Alipheese said, putting her hand on her chin and leaning towards the boy's face. "Huh? Me… interesting?" Luka pointed to himself.

He didn't know what the lamia was getting at, what about him was so shocking? He was just an ordinary person.

"Uh huh. That's right, you're interesting. You're able to say such a ridiculous thing as "I want monsters and humans to coexist" so confidently." Luka made a small grunt, "Hey… It isn't ridiculous… I'll truly make it happen!"

"Hahaha…I wonder, how long can you hold onto that belief? Tell you what, I'll follow you while you travel to watch your silly delusion wear off." Alipheese said, staring into Luka's eyes.

"Eh? On my journey…?" Luka asked, dumbfounded on what he was currently hearing with his own two ears.

"That's right, I was going to travel around the world… I might as well just travel around the world with you." The monster girl said.

Luka looked a little startled and turned to Wank for help. "Erm, Wank what should I say?" Luka asked the woman who was leaning on a chair.

"Meh, you might as well have her join us. Not like you would be able to drive her off." Wank said, getting off of the chair and standing up.

"O-okay…" Luka squeaked out, unsure of Wank's judgment. "Then follow me as you like. I'll prove to you that my conviction is real." Luka told the lamia.

The boy turned towards the door, ready to depart on his journey with his newly found companions. Then he remembered something, he didn't even know the monster's name.

Luka turned back towards the lamia, "By the way, what's your name?" Luka asked the monster girl.

"Really Luka? You talk with a stranger for a solid five minutes, and you didn't even bother to ask their name?" Wank asked Luka, considering how Luka saw Alipheese, Wank had thought she and Luka knew each other.

"I was stuck on the moment, okay?"

"Hmph, aren't you two a lively bunch. As I've said to Wank before, my name is Alipheese Fateburn, but for a simpleton like you, you may call me Alice." The lamia addressed herself to Luka.

"Eh? Alice? But that name doesn't fit you." Luka said, Alice swayed her tail along, "Do you want me to strangle you?" She sternly asked.

"Ack! Sorry…" Luka quickly apologized to the lamia.

Wank took Luka's sword and returned it to him, "Now that that's settled, I'll wait outside of the village, while you get prepared then." Wank said, walking out the door and rushing towards the village's outskirts.

"This time, don't keep me waiting, again." Wank reminded Luka, dashing through the door at inhuman speeds yet again, leaving Luka in the dust.

Later…

Wank waited on the main road until she saw Luka approaching her.

"Yo." Wank greeted Luka, stepping out of a bush, with Alice also popping out. "Hmm? What's wrong?" Alice asks Luka, noticing how his mind seemed to be stuck on something.

Luka shook his head, "Nothing." Luka quickly dismissed.

Wank shrugged her shoulders, thinking it's nothing to worry about. "Sure whatever you say chief." Wank added, brushing her hair out of her goggle's lens.

"Oh Ilias… Did you really abandon me?" Luka asked the sky, looking up in dismay, "I waited for today for so long… and I wasn't able to be baptized in the end…" Luka lingered in his own despairty.

Alice flicked Luka's forehead, getting the boy's attention, "Isn't it better to have not been baptized? I really don't understand why humans want to be slaves to Ilias." Alice said in a plain tone.

"There's a lot of perks to being a Hero, you know. You get the respect of the people, cheap rates at Inns, and you can even walk into people's houses and take stuff."

Luka listed the perks of being named "Hero." However there was a certain perk that didn't sit well with the others.

"So is the last part just straight up thievery?" The two women said in unison as they questioned the last part.

"Err no… It's not quite like that." Luka defended his point, even though deep down it was exactly like that. There have been "Heroes" that abused that privilege.

"Ahem," Luka cleared his throat, "but most importantly, they get divine protection from Ilias. If you come across any evil monsters, she will defend you."

Alice huffed at the ridiculousness that Ilias had told the humans, "The semen of a baptized human tastes awful." Alice stated, "So monsters aren't as likely to attack them."

Luka stared at Alice in disbelief, "Ehh… is that how it works?" Luka asked. "...You didn't know that? Baptized people taste like Angel Liver… not very appetizing." Alice answered for Luka, bringing more questions than answers to Wank.

"That's why someone like you smells delicious." Alice licks her lips as she stares at Luka.

Wank, meanwhile, was having trouble trying to comprehend all the shit she was currently hearing.

"Hold on, everyone shut up." Wank stuck her hands outwards, silencing her group members, "Why are we now talking about semen!?" Wank asked in disbelief at what the hell she was currently hearing.

"And you!" Wank pointed at Alice, "Why the hell do you know what Angel Liver tastes like!?"

Luka stared at Wank with a blank expression, "Because… Monster girls need semen to survive because it's food…?" Luka answered Wank's question, not so sure if Wank knew how monster girls worked.

"That's how it works!?" Wank asked Luka, shaking him lightly. "Yes. Did you not know that…?" Alice answered Wank for Luka. Wank turned back at Alice and wore a confused expression on her face.

"Of course not! I'm from Nevada and not here!" Wank shouted at Alice.

"You still haven't told me why you know what Angel Liver tastes like!" Wank pointed at Alice, "Ah… don't worry about it." Alice brushed it off as it wasn't really something that she wanted to talk about right now.

"Forget it… I'm going to get a migraine if this goes on… Luka, please tell me you know where we're going." Wank pressed her face into her palms.

"Oh… right." Luka pulled out a map and started to get his plans out, "We're currently a little north of Ilias Village, if we're going to defeat the Monster Lord we'll have to cross three continents including this one."

Luka showed Wank the map and dragged his finger along Ilias Continent all the way to Hellgado Continent. Wank took a good look at the map, and realized that she couldn't read jack shit. She didn't bring it up since, it'd be kinda embarrassing that this assassin was indeed illiterate.

"For now, we'll stay on this continent," Luka continued, "since I'm going to have to level up along the way if I want to defeat the Monster Lord. Our path is to go from Ilias Village, to Iliasburg, then finally reaching Iliasport."

"Today's destination will be Iliasburg. If we keep up with our current pace we should be there by tomorrow." Once Luka closed the map, he stared at Alice who had a bored expression on her face.

"What's with these cheesy names? We got Iliasburg, Iliasport, Ilias Village, IliasIliasIlias. Does every single town in this continent contain Ilias inside of it?" Alice asked in disdain.

Luka looked a little insulted about Alice bad mouthing his god, "Why is everything that comes out of your mouth so horrible?"

"Sorry Luka, but I have to agree. Those names are fucking stupid. They're so generic and ridiculous, it physically hurts me." Wank stated.

"Not you too, Wank…" Luka said, now that Wank was taking Alice's side in the argument.

"Hey Luka, I'm hungry again." Alice said, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Didn't you just eat all of my dried meat a little while ago? Whatever, we'll set up camp once the sun goes down." Luka rolled his eyes as he had to cook a meal for the hungry lamia.

"You better make an effort at it tonight. You aren't too bad at cooking after all." Alice said, with another plain tone.

"..." Luka closed his eyes and said nothing as he thought, 'I really had picked up something annoying. At least Wank's tolerable.'

As soon as Luka had thought that, suddenly something jumped at him.

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Slug Girl appears!

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"What is that?" Luka asked as he looked at the Slug Girl.

At first glance she looked like a beautiful woman, but the lower half resembled more of a slug instead of a regular human.

"...A group of travelers?" The Slug Girl asked, "...Not baptized, either. You all look delicious." The Slug Girl said, staring at both Wank and Luka.

Luka was surprised at the sudden attack and got ready to fight.

'Oh, turns out they're a species… Guessing this is all natural then…' Wank thought to herself as she remembered her first encounter with one of those monster girls.

She looked around herself and noticed that Alice had vanished. 'That's something I'll need to ask her about…' Wank cracked her knuckles, for she knew what time it was.

"Wank, what should I do?" Luka asked the woman beside him.

"Give me your sword." Wank said flatly, she held out her empty palm, asking for the sword to be placed into her hand.

"Eh? Didn't you say-" Wank cut Luka off before he finished, "Yes, I know what I said. This time I know you aren't going to beat her. If I had money, I'd bet you're going to get your ass handed." Wank said, discrediting his strength.

The last part was unnecessary and that mildly upset Luka, getting called weak.

However, that only made him more determined to prove Wank wrong. "Ah… It's alright. I got it." Luka said, refusing to give Wank the sword he had.

Wank made a small sighing noise before backing down, "Alright suit yourself… Just tell me if you need me to step in." Luka nodded at Wank's words.

Wank took a knee and waited to see Luka get destroyed by a Slug.

"It seems like you're brave… You'll be a fun treat…"

The Slug Girl licked her lips as she turned away from Wank and towards Luka. She then lifted up her "dress," to reveal the sticky mucus inside.

Luka got in his guarding "stance" that made Wank cringe internally, for it was truly horrible for the assassin to bear. She was an assassin who knew nothing except violence, in-fact almost all of her life was dedicated to fighting. Seeing this "stance" was what made Wank hurt the most.

Regardless of what she thought, Luka was still the first to attack.

He pulled back his blade and made sure there weren't any wide arcs, then he slashed at the Slug. The sword lands in the Slug's membrane, but the Slug Girl takes no damage! It seemed to yield no results, but only disappointment.

Luka's hand shook once he saw his attack do nothing, "What…?" Luka tried to pull the sword away, but he was met by heavy resistance.

The membrane of her body trapped his sword, stopping his swing prematurely. The mucus that covered the Slug was too sticky and elastic, causing the resulting attack to do jack shit.

"M-my attack… No way…" Luka said in disbelief, the Slug Girl then smirked, "You can't cut me with such a weak attack…" The Slug told Luka.

"Cr-crap… What should I do…?" Luka asked himself, getting the attention of Wank.

"Maybe you should just leave it to the adult." Wank told Luka, still waiting for Luka to ask for Wank to step in and solve things in under a minute.

Luka ignored Wank's "advice" and went back into the fight. He put most of his weight on his back and pulled the sword out. Almost falling over once he freed his blade.

"I'll give you a taste of my sticky mucus."

The slug pours her sticky mucus all over Luka's groin, covering him in the mucus that surrounded herself.

Luka: 36/40 HP

Luka gritted his teeth, "Well, then if a slash doesn't work… how about a stab!?" Luka announced his attack, much to the annoyance of Wank.

Luka pulls back the sword and stabs it right into the Slug's chest. Even with the stab, he sees that the sword does no damage once again.

"It's useless…" The Slug Girl reminded Luka, using her elastic body, the Slug bounces back Luka's sword. "D-damn it!"

Wank observed the fight, 'It seems like this kid needs some serious training if he can't even beat a slug.' Wank thought in her mind, imagining herself having to teach Luka more sword play.

Wank looked back at the one sided fight, and found that the Slug was on top of Luka, already. He was completely covered by the Slug's sticky body and was totally pinned down to the ground.

Wank got up, ready to intervene and scold Luka. She straightened up her white coat, tightened her fists, and got ready for some good ol' fashioned hand to hand combat.

The Slug didn't pay attention to Wank and instead kept her eyes on Luka.

"Here… have a taste of a stick-" The Slug was then interrupted by a speeding fist coming straight to her jaw. The force of the singular fist rattled the entire Slug's body.

"Gah!" The Slug gasped out after getting hit by such a blow.

She staggered backwards and off of Luka, leaving her wide open for another strike from Wank, this time throwing a hook to her side.

Unlike Luka, Wank had enough strength inside of her body to the point where armor didn't really matter. Any of the punches would still hurt, after all, her muscles weren't there just for show. Wank could just keep mauling the Slug Girl as she sees fit.

Wank jabbed at the Slug Girl, briefly stunning her and leaving herself even more open. She threw another hook, but this time aimed at the face, throwing the Slug Girl off.

Wank grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her close to her knee. The assassin drove her knee into the Slug's face with enough force to break her entire skull.

The Slug Girl then fell to the ground, cold, probably dead, but who cares? Wank had just handed an asswhipping with her own two hands, unsurprisingly.

Slug Girl had been defeated by Wank!

Wank shares 10 EXP with Luka!

Luka is now Level 3!

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Wank dusted her hands as she stood victorious in her battle. She was planning on just killing her with her bowie knife, but that'll be just a waste of sharpness.

"No, big deal." Wank remarked to herself. She looked back at Luka who stared at her in awe.

He knew that Wank was strong just from her appearance, but he didn't know that she could beat a monster unarmed, that fast.

"W-woah…" Luka looked at how quickly Wank dispatched the monster girl.

Wank turned around and helped pick the boy up back to his feet. Luka was about to thank Wank for saving him, but Wank flicked him on the forehead instead. "Leave it to me, if this situation happens again."

The flick stung for a while and Luka rubbed his head, "Ouch… What was that for?"

"It was for that pathetic looking fight." Alice answered Luka's question, coming out of nowhere and basically teleporting behind Wank.

Last time Wank saw her she had mysteriously vanished. Now she was right behind her, standing by her like nothing had happened.

Wank turned to face the lamia, "Where were you Alice? Where'd you run off to?" Wank wondered how the lamia simply dematerialized into nothing.

The lamia crossed her arms, "I didn't "run" anywhere! I just don't want other monsters to see me." The answer that Alice gave her only fed Wank with even more skepticism.

Wank placed a hand on her chin and narrowed her eyes, "Uh huh, then why are you getting so defensive now?" Wank pressed further on with her questioning.

Alice huffed, "It's nothing you should be worried about." She said in an evasive tone, "Why don't we just keep moving?" Alice said, changing the subject completely.

Wank was still a bit skeptical, but she doubted she would get any real answers. "If that's your answer then sure… Come on Luka, let's go."

Wank grabbed onto the collar of Luka's shirt and lifted him up towards her height, walking down the main road without any signs of struggle.

"Hey, Luka. Do you have anything in mind for dinner?" Alice asks, feeling hungry still. Luka mentally sighed at the question.

1 hour later…

"Hm, guess we can call it a day." Wank looked into the sky and noticed that it was getting darker.

Sure. she could see in the dark thanks to her goggles and augmentations, but Luka on the other hand didn't have such fancy tech with him.

"Can you put me down now…? You've been carrying me for an hour now…" Luka asked his companion, still hanging off of Wank's arm.

Ever since that Slug Girl fight, Wank had been holding onto Luka like he was a type of luggage.

"Sure." Wank sat the boy down and shook out her fingertips. "Say Luka, you need some help setting up the camp?" Wank volunteered to help set the camp up.

"Yeah, it'll definitely make things faster." Luka responded to Wank.

Wank picked up the tents and started to set them up, "Hey Alice, you mind finding some firewood? Luka will need it if he wants to cook your dinner."

Wank told the lamia who wasn't busy with anything at the moment.

The lamia nodded, "Sure." Alice nodded to Wank, going inside the woods to look for the sticks or fuel required.

While Wank was getting the tent all nice and neat, Luka had a question to ask Wank. He was quite curious where the mysterious assassin came from.

Luka took a second to think about what he was going to say to open up the topic, and accidentally caught the attention of Wank.

"Hm? You seem puzzled. Do you have something to say?" Wank snapped her fingers, getting Luka's full attention.

"Oh… right. Can I ask you a question?" Luka asked the assassin. "You just did." Wank responded with a smug smirk on her face.

Luka made a small groan, "Very funny… You know what I meant." Luka said to the assassin.

Wank giggled a little, trying to get all of that out of her system, "Sure, kid. Ask away and I'll answer the best I can." Wank motioned her hand, telling Luka to continue speaking.

"Where did you come from?"

Luka opened up his first question, something that he was supposed to ask the first time he met her.

"I know you came from a place called Nevada, but I never heard of it and it's not on any map I've seen."

Wank placed a hand on her chin, thinking of a way to answer it, for she didn't really have an answer to explain where she came from.

She didn't even know the whole history of Nevada, most records had been destroyed, and she only had eye witnesses as sources of information, Hank being one of them.

Even if she did know, it would be a pain in the ass to explain Nevada in the simplest terms.

"Well…" Wank started, "Nevada is a place that outsiders call "The Icon of Sin." As you can tell from the name, it isn't the friendliest of places. You got bandits, scavengers, shadowy groups, ready to kill anybody who looks at them funny." Wank semi explained to Luka, leaving a lot of gaps that still needed answers.

"Is Nevada really that dangerous? Is that why there has never been any maps of your home?" Luka asked Wank, still not understanding Nevada, and only getting that it's a terrible place.

"Mhm, that's right Luka."

Wank rolled with whatever Luka said, since it was close enough and she didn't have the negotiation skills as her handler. Luka looked interested as he wanted to know what had happened to Nevada to cause it to be so dangerous.

"Is there a reason why Nevada is like that? Did the Monster Lord have something to do with it?" Luka continued to question the assassin.

"Nope, no monsters had anything to do with it." Wank simply answered the boy's question.

She then continued on, "Hell, monsters would most likely be immediately killed by the inhabitants of Nevada."

"As for your other question… I actually don't know." Wank spoke with a happy grin. "Eh? What do you mean you don't know about your own history?" Luka asked, surprised that Wank didn't even know what happened.

"One, I wasn't born yet." The assassin got straight to the point, "Two, even if I did take time to investigate, I wouldn't be able to dig up anything. There was so much damn chaos that the documents were basically destroyed. The only thing you have left are from eyewitnesses."

Luka wanted to know more. The way she talked about her place made it sound like it was a sort of hellhole.

'What does she mean by chaos? What did the eyewitnesses have to say?' Luka was about to ask, but Wank pressed his lip.

"That's enough talking, Luka. The obscurity of Nevada is going to give me a headache if I continue on."

Wank yawned a little and stretched out her limbs, "You know if Alice is done?" Wank knows that she and Luka hadn't been talking long, but by now she would've gotten all the firewood, considering that they were in a forest after all.

Luka pointed behind Wank. Wank already knew that she was behind her just by feeling alone.

"Hey Alice, how long have you been there?" Wank asked Alice without turning around to confirm it.

"I've been here long enough to listen to the entire thing." Alice said nonchalantly.

"Well good for you." Wank responded.

"Hey Luka. You think you could cook dinner now? I'm getting kinda hungry." Wank poked Luka's cheek. The boy nodded, understanding the task at hand.

Luka took out a pan and started to cook.

By the time Luka was done cooking, Wank was salivating at the sweet aroma. In all of her 28 years of existence, she'd never smelt anything this good.

Without any hesitation, Wank pulled down her mask and ate the dinner in under a minute. "HMMM!" Wank hummed in delight.

The food she had just gulped down tasted as good as it smelled. It was a fairly simple meal, omelet, bread, and wild grass salad, yet it tasted so good.

"Wow Wank, that was fast." Luka commented, him not even being three bites in his own meal.

Alice didn't acknowledge Wank, for she only cared for the food currently in front of her.

Wank put down her plate and let out a delighted sigh, "That was the best thing I ever ate, in all of my life…"

Wank lied on her back, more relaxed than she ever was. Luka was slightly taken aback that his cooking really tasted that good. Sure he knew that his cooking tasted good, but he didn't know it tasted that good.

Luka swallowed another bite of his food, "You're joking, right? I doubt that was the best thing you've ever eaten." Luka asked Wank, thinking that Wank was just emphasizing.

The assassin shook her head, "Nope, I'll gladly take your cooking rather than that poor excuse of "rations." Wank decided to take the rest of the time to gather her inner thoughts.

Wank crossed her legs, 'Hm, it's been one day in Not Nevada, but it's been a good day.' Wank smiled a little in her mask, 'What an interesting place… Aside from the weird monster girls, I might stay a while.'

The assassin looked back at Luka, "Haah… If only you were as good as your sword." Wank said in a slightly whispered tone, yet loud enough for Luka to hear.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Luka asked Wank.

"I'm saying that you're bad at swordsmanship. I'm pretty sure a grunt can beat you." Wank insulted Luka's swordsmanship.

Luka was shocked that Wank was insulting his swordsmanship that he worked so hard learning for. "Hey! I trained for five years, you know!" Luka pouted.

Alice's ears twitched, "Five years? I thought it was your first time."

"Just what were you wasting your time doing?" Alice crossed her arms, staring at Luka like he's lying at the whole "Five years of training" part.

Luka stood up and cleared his throat, "I learned it from pilgrims who came to visit the temple. I mixed the different things into my own style." Luka explained, Wank sighed at the explanation.

She knew that was a bad start, including when those pilgrims probably didn't even have a technique.

"Luka, did those pilgrims have a certain style?" Wank questioned Luka.

"Erm… no…" Luka said, knowing that they didn't really have a style.

"Well then, can you show me how you hold a sword? If those pilgrims taught you then you better know how to wield a blade properly."

Luka nodded and pulled out his sword. He held the sword… incorrectly. His hands weren't positioned correctly, and his grip was completely wrong.

Wank took off her goggles to facepalm herself. "Welp, Luka. Looks like I'm going to have to teach you, if you're this bad."

Wank placed her goggles back on and stood up ready for some good ol' sparring.

"I got it Wank. I'll teach him first." Alice offered to Wank. "Whatever you say. Besides, he definitely wouldn't handle the way I train." Wank added, sitting back down.

"It's alright, Alice. You don't need to… Learning swordplay from a monster seems odd, too." Luka told Alice, earning a scowl from her, "Is that discrimination?"

Luka felt a sweat drop after realizing his small little slip up and how big of a misunderstanding he had just created.

"I want to coexist with monsters", but you don't want to train with one?" Alice continued on in a mocking attitude, "No, that's not what I meant…" Luka said, trying to clear the air.

After a few seconds of silence, Luka finally agreed to be taught. "Alright, please teach me."

One Training scene Later…

I don't intend on making this 30k words…

Luka learned [Demon Decapitation!]

Luka laid down exhausted after training with Alice. He was ready to go to sleep, but someone else tapped him on the shoulder.

Luka tiredly looked up and saw Wank leaning over him.

"Hey, ready for round two?" Wank asked Luka.

"Eh? But I just trained." Luka sat up to face Wank. "I'm not going to go that hard on you. Just enough for you to increase your reflexes, that's it."

Wank lifted Luka up to his feet, and got him ready to spar. She gave Luka his sword and stepped back ready to engage in a friendly duel.

However, Luka did look sleepy and possibly won't be able to perform to his full capabilities.

She snapped her fingers trying to wake the boy up.

"Hey Luka, before we start. Want me to quickly energize you?" Wank asked the drowsy boy.

Luka didn't know what she meant by that, but he nodded his head still. In a single second, Wank took out an adrenal shot and stabbed it into Luka's arm and injected a small dose.

"Woah!" Luka felt all hyper and jittery all of a sudden. "What did you just stab me with!?" Luka stared at his hands that shook like it was on drugs.

Wank picked a long stick up, "Don't worry about it. Let's go Luka!"

Without a second thought Wank dashed at Luka with a stick in her hands. She moved fast enough to appear more as a blur instead of a human. Luka could barely keep up without realizing that she was now in front of him.

In a second, she had quickly closed the distance and lightly smacked him with a stick. The swing stung Luka a little, but it wasn't anywhere as strong if Wank had placed her actual strength in it.

"Ack! Hey!"

Luka then was under assault by even more smacks from Wank. "Let me slow down for you!" Wank turned the difficulty down several notches and gave Luka some space.

Luka took a breath in and got ready to guard. Once he was ready, Wank came after him once again, way slower than last time, but still pretty fast. He was able to see Wank, but still couldn't defend against her.

Luka was then smacked in the shoulder by Wank, "C'mon Luka! This is the first part!" Wank shouted towards Luka, swinging the stick at Luka with each space in her sentence.

Luka didn't quite understand how Wank was managing to beat him using an ordinary stick. He kept on trying to push back at her, but she would always get a step closer.

Eventually Wank did get behind Luka's guard and she slammed him into the ground. She reversed the stick and drove it towards his face. Luka closed his eyes in preparation for the hit, but it never hit him.

He opened his eyes to see the stick just a hair away from his face. Wank removed the stick and picked Luka back up.

"Luka, you can't just take those hits like that." Wank dropped her guard and placed a hand on her hip, "You have to try and find an opening. You know what they say, "The best defense is the best offense." Wank dusted Luka's shoulder a bit before assuming her guarding stance.

"This time, you attack me. And I mean, attack me. Don't be afraid to impale me, I'll be fine." Wank held her arms out, offering Luka a free hit.

"Right." Luka nodded. Luka held the sword in his hands, properly this time, and ran after Wank. "Hah!" Luka cried out, swinging the blade at Wank.

However Wank slipped through the attack and smacked Luka on the head with her hand.

"Like that, Luka. Slip through an attack then counter. If not, just wait for an opening, don't be scared and commit to your strikes, no hesitation. It's simple."

Wank raised the stick and swung back at Luka. The boy tried to dodge it, but still got grazed by the strike. It wasn't a dodge, but it was better than a full on hit.

"There we go, you're getting better." Wank complimented Luka, swinging a few more times.

Luka kept on trying to avoid it, most of the strikes resulting in grazes and only a couple being total dodges. Luka would occasionally try to sneak in some shots, but Wank reacted too fast and bopped him on the head each time.

Wank then swung horizontally leaving a wide gap in her formation, whether it was intentional or not Luka used the opportunity.

"Demon Decapitation!" Luka shouted without a second thought.

He jumped towards a distance in which Wank couldn't counter from. Luka then swiped at Wank's neck, cutting through her. The assassin backed away and held her throat, taking a knee in the process.

Luka was at first ecstatic that he had finally managed to land a solid hit on Wank, but he remembered that he had aimed for a vital part.

Luka dropped the sword and ran to Wank's aid, who was clutching onto her neck. "W-Wank! Are you alright!? I'm sorry!" Luka shouted towards Wank, thinking he had just killed her.

The assassin removed her hand and felt the blood dripping uncontrollably, but it wasn't enough to kill her, let alone take a corpus.

She smiled in her mask, as Luka had finally landed a solid hit since she met him. "Hmph, you did good, Luka."

The assassin lifted her hand and started to ruffle Luka's hair. "But what about you!?" Luka asked Wank, still concerned over her current status.

"I told you kid, I'll be fine. This isn't even enough to kill someone like me." Wank stood up and stretched out her arms.

"Let's get some rest okay? Oh and do you have any bandages, don't want to get blood on my suit." Wank said casually, caring more about her suit than the amount of blood that she was losing.

Luka learned [Core: Dodge I!]

After Luka had learned many new things from both Alice and Wank, training had ended.

Later…

"Alice, are you fine with not using a sleeping bag?" Luka asked, uncovering only two sleeping bags.

"It's fine. I don't want to be covered by something so restrictive… I'll just sleep up here." Alice coiled herself around a nearby tree.

Luka and Wank slipped into their sleeping bags, ready to take the night off.

Before Luka could sleep, Alice tapped him on the shoulder, "By the way, idiot. Where did you get that ring?"

She stared at the ring that was on Luka's finger. "You can't eat it Alice." Luka said.

Alice blinked for a few seconds, "Moron… What the hell do you think goes on in my mind?" Alice stared at Luka with an unamused expression. "It's just that you're always complaining about how hungry you are…"

"Idiot." Alice insulted Luka again, "I feel something faint from that ring…" Alice rubbed her chin as she observed the ring.

Luka was confused, "Something faint? I don't know what you're talking about… this is my mother's keepsake." Luka said, looking at the ring with a slightly saddened look.

The boy sighed, "Ten years ago, my mother died from an illness…" Luka told Alice. The lamia placed an arm on Luka's shoulder, "I see… I'm sorry to hear about that…"

"Eh?" Luka was taken aback, seeing that Alice hadn't insulted him for once, "Ah… thanks…" Luka thought that Alice would probably call him weak for clinging onto something like that.

Alice prodded Luka's face, "What's with the surprised look on your face? We're the same as humans in that aspect. We both are when a parent dies." Alice explained to Luka.

"Of course… that's right." Luka responded.

Now that the two were already talking about their family, mostly Luka, Alice asks him another question, "How about your father? Is he still alive?"

"No…" Luka answered, "He died before my mother did…" Alice nodded, "Ah… I see. Your father went off to fight the Monster Lord, and never came back." Alice guessed, thinking that must be one of the main motivators for Luka's goal.

"That's why you took up your father's wishes, and trained to be a Hero." Alice continued, "Did I get it right?" She asked Luka.

"Sorry, but you're wrong." Luka dismissed Alice's claim. "That guy died because of his own stupid mistakes…" Luka made a small "tsk" noise at the mention of his father.

"Hmph, that's unusual. Someone whose head is filled with sugar and rainbows to say something like that." Alice added.

Luka then wondered about Alice, "Enough about me, what about you?" Luka asked the monster girl. "Why are you here?"

"I'm… I'm the only daughter of the Fateburn family. I wanted to see the world, so I set out a few days ago." Alice semi explained why she was here. "Real-" Luka was going to respond, but was cut out by a loud yawn.

"…Hey, what are you two talking about?"

Wank butted inside the conversation, with her bed hair. Luka turned back to see the assassin, and since he and Alice were just talking about their family, Luka decided to ask Wank herself.

"Wank, do you have a mother?" Luka asked the assassin, Wank placed a finger on her chin and got to thinking.

'Wait a minute… I'm a clone of Hank… Does that make him my mother and father? Since I'm a clone, can I even call him a parent?'

Wank snapped out of it and answered it to the best of her abilities, "Nope. I never had a mother growing it up." Wank curled her hair with her fingers. "…That must've been rough." Alice added onto Wank's answer.

"Did you have a father? Was he the one who taught you how to fight?" Luka asked Wank, yet again. Wank tilted her head and understood what Luka meant.

"Nope. I don't have any parents. I grew up without them." Wank answered flatly, feeling no emotions whatsoever.

"Huh? How did you survive then?" Alice asked Wank, now that she had confirmed to be both fatherless and motherless.

Wank thought back to the dark memories that laid deep within her mind. Thinking about it gave her bad memories, she clutched the ground in anger. Alice notices, seeing that it may have been personnel.

"You don't have to explain if you like." Alice said, trying to defuse Wank. "Nah, it's okay. I just hate those assholes, a lot."

Wank remembered her days in the A.A.H.W cloning facility, they were… not so pleasant to say the least.

"Essentially, it was a fight or die. I was forced to keep on fighting, and I got better with each fight, alongside with more scars. It's something I got used to, like the others who were with me." Wank briefly explained the A.A.H.W test chambers that she was confined in.

She hated that place and the constant needles that were injected into her. With all her determination she had promised to bury all A.A.H.W bases. But that'll have to be for a different time, right now, they aren't anywhere close to her.

Alice nodded at Wank's story, not wanting to keep on pushing, as it made Wank's story seem rougher than anybody else's. Luka also thought the same.

Alice decided to try to lighten the mood by showing something, Alice smirked and even laughed a little, "Look at this book!" Alice shouted out of nowhere.

Wank and Luka looked at the book in her hands that looked pretty ordinary.

"This forbidden book contains everything about the human world." Alice continued to yap on the book, like it was some sort of artifact, "Geography, environment, food… it has it all!"

Luka read the title of the book, "Ah… the "Traveling Guild's World Traveler tour guide." Luka looked at the book's date and noticed something that was just a bit odd. "What the! This book is marked the year 867!"

"This book is 500 years old!" Luka shouted in surprise at the book's real age. Wank was also surprised, because that's older than Christoff, and he's older than both Hank and 2BDamned.

'Jebus, that's old. Well at least I know it's 1367.' Wank thought to herself, adding up the math.

Wank scratched her head, "Why do you even have a book that old?" She asked Alice. Alice only looked slightly odded out, "I thought it looked a little old."

"A little my ass. There's a difference between a little and 500 years." Wank said towards Alice.

"I didn't know." Alice shrugged off Wank's comment.

Luka looked at the campfire and saw how its fire was almost extinguished. "Anyways, I think it's about time to go to sleep." Luka yawned a little, "I'm exhausted after today."

"Night, Alice. Night, Wank." Luka said to the two. "Mhm, see you in the morning." Wank said to Luka, going back into her sleeping bag. Alice nodded and slithered back up the tree.

The group from that point on decided to call it a day and take a load off. Resting until the next day.

Meanwhile with the Killing Machine…

"R-Run! It can't be stopped!"

A bandit shouted for his life, as he ran away from a being that was fully hidden inside the darkness. The only thing that they were able to see in the dead of night was its two red eyes.

The being held an item of unknown design. A red beam shot out of it, landing on the bandit's back, harmlessly. Then it shot three times, with all three of those shots hitting the bandit in the back.

The brass casings fell to the ground with the smoke exiting the vents of the barrel.

"Five down. Six to go." Hank said to himself, keeping a mental track of all the lambs awaiting to be slaughtered.

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/ WAVE 1 /

Victims Remaining: 6

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A bandit came at the bushes and swiped at Hank's head, but Hank summoned his Bullet-Time for a split second, with the shadowy miasma surrounding his body.

Hank seemingly phased right through the sword and into the bandit's face.

"What!?"

The bandit shouted out, confused as shit when he saw Hank go through his attack. Hank pushed his knee into the bandit's ribs, crushing the bandit's bones and knocking him against a tree.

Hank heard leaves rustling behind him, and moved to the side, avoiding another bandit attack. Hank quickly took out his second pistol and blasted the bandit's kneecaps off.

"AG-" The bandit was then shot in the head, putting the bandit down.

Victims Remaining: 5

Bloodlust: 25%

Hank holstered his pistols and took his katana out. Hank leaped towards the closest bandit, burying the blade of the katana into the bandit's shoulder. Hank pushed his blade deeper into the bandit, cutting through any bones in the way and splitting the bandit 45/55.

The bandits watched in awe as they watched the assassin massacre their group without any type of hesitation in him. The assassin threw his katana into the skull of one of the bandits and impaled the entire body onto the tree. Hank took his SMG from his back and opened fire on the remaining bandits.

One bandit jumped to the ground, as he had observed what the guns did, the other one wasn't fast enough and was rightly shot dead. The body hit the ground with a thud and left the ground stained red.

Victims Remaining: 2

Bloodlust: 45%

Hank quickly ran towards the downed bandit and extended his empty arm to his neck. He placed enough force to choke the bandit out, only releasing his grip once he threw the bandit against the same tree the other bandit was at. Hank wanted to make sure they couldn't run, so he sprayed his bullets into the knees of both of the bandits. Making them scream in pain in Hank's amusement.

"Alright, assholes. Where's your leader?" Hank pointed his SMG at both of the bandit's heads.

The bandit with the broken ribs surprisingly had the balls to spit on Hank's boots. "Over my dead body!" The bandit barked at Hank, "Say no more." The assassin placed his gun on his back and looked back at the bandit.

Hank grabbed the bandit by the legs and swung him head first into a tree, breaking his skull with one strike. Yet Hank wanted more blood, Hank repeatedly swung the bandit's head into the tree, spraying more blood onto the tree with each swing.

Victims Remaining: 1

Bloodlust: 60%

The bandit watched the Killing Machine continuously slamming his group member's head into a tree, despite him being already dead. The bandit started to crawl away in desperation, looking for a way out of the damn forest. The bandit soon saw the light of the forest's exit.

But all that hope went to hell, once he felt something grip onto his legs. He was soon dragged back into the forest, at high speeds. The bandit was soon thrown into a tree again, but this time being impaled onto a tree branch.

"Ugah…" The bandit coughed blood once he was half way into the tree branch.

"Think you could get away? Fat chance." Hank poked fun at the bandit, "Here's a deal. You tell me where your leader is at, and I'll grant you a painless death." Hank crossed his arms as he stared into the bandit.

The bandit coughed up more blood, "Go… Go fu-"

*BOOM*

Before the bandit could finish Hank quickly blew his head apart. Getting the blood and brains all over Hank's face.

"Knew he was going to tell me to go fuck myself… Why did I even bother?" Hank wiped the blood off his goggles.

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/ WAVE 1 COMPLETED! /

Victims Remaining: 0

"Cya!"

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Bloodlust: 70%

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Hank spat out some spittle onto the ground. "An entire camp decimated."

Hank took out all of his guns and started to replace all of his magazines with some new rounds. The smell of blood and gunpowder lingered in the air, pleasing Hank.

Even if he didn't get the location of the bandit king, he still had loads of fun. In Nevada, he always had to deal with MAGS, G03LMs, or anything in between, like a balding man who thinks he's Jesus, but here he could just Crush, Destroy, and Kill. It didn't matter how these shitters tried to handle Hank, he would always kill them first.

To Hank, it seemed like a small vacation made just for him to fuck around in. Plus there were no crazy psychopathic clowns.

"Achoo!" A sneeze roared out in the background. Hank looked back, a little bit confused, but shook that feeling off and got back to the mission.

Hank grabbed his map back out and checked off the location of where he had just slaughtered the bandits. He went back to the forest and recovered his katana. It was a matter of time before Hank would kill all the bandits on this damn world.

He went back to lurking into the covers of the night, masking his presence once again. Hank climbed onto one of the trees and leaped from tree to tree until he could find a fire of some sorts. He looked for another bandit nest just waiting to be slaughtered by him.

He then came across a flicker of light, something that attracted Hank. He hid inside of the bushes to find some bandits wandering in the night.

"You heard those noises?" One of them spoke up, probably referring to the multiple screaming and gunshots that had been released.

Hank saw where they were coming from and took a pistol out, quickly assassinating them before he was noticed.

"Target found."

Hank ran out of the bushes and into a new bandit camp, where he was immediately spotted due to the torch light illuminating him.

However, even if the bandits saw him, they stood no chance against him.

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/ WAVE 2 STARTED! /

Victims Remaining: 25

"Out of the Shadows!"

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/ NINJA MODE: ENGAGED! /

Hank shot at the first bandit's knees, dropping him to the ground. He ran towards the crippled bandit and stomped on his face, crushing the skull with his weight. He quickly moved off the dead bandit and shot the second bandit in the head, splitting it in half.

If the others weren't alerted, they were now. Hank lined up his sights and shot the rest of his two rounds into two bandits coming after him. The results of each bullet landing a collateral and killing an additional bandit each.

A bandit observed how Hank was killing their gang.

"Wh-what is that thing!?" A bandit shouted, either asking about his odd weapon in his hand, or just Hank in general.

The assassin answered the bandit by shooting him in the face with his second pistol.

Victims Remaining: 19

Bloodlust: 85%

Hank was about to take another crack shot, but was tackled by a bandit. Hank fell to the ground with the bandit in tow. The bandit raised a dagger and tried to stab it into Hank's head. He took a minute to straighten his back then he brought it down towards Hank, the assassin quickly dodged the blade and smashed the butt of one of his pistols into the bandit's skull.

The bandit got off of Hank with a broken noggin, Hank rolled back to his feet and started to bludgeon the bandit to death with his pistols, finishing the job off with a single shot to the head. Hank quickly reloaded one of his pistols, knowing there was more to come. He heard someone approaching and instinctively kicked behind him.

His foot connected with the jaw of a bandit, crushing any teeth inside of the jaw. Once Hank had reseted his foot back, he was then jumped by twelve bandits, which was just swell and perfect for him. He had exactly twelve bullets left and twelve assholes ready to die.

/ BULLET-TIME: ENGAGED!/

Time slowed down, breaths became slower, and Hank's heart beated faster. His adrenaline started to spike, miasma started to escape from his body and he had gained the ability to see sound waves.

Hank quickly took aim and fired his guns. Each bullet landed inside of the heads of the bandits. He placed his guns back onto his hips, then he snapped his fingers.

/ BULLET-TIME: DISENGAGED!/

The heads of the twelve bandits immediately exploded into red mist. The blood sprayed across the camp, coating everything and everyone in red. The bullets had clearly done their job and from what the bandits saw, he had just killed everyone just by snapping his fingers.

Victims Remaining: 7

Bloodlust: 100%

The remaining bandits were horrified about Hank's display of power and sheer viciousness. Seeing as he had just obliterated twelve bandits in under a second. The bandits returned their eyes back to Hank, just to see he had disappeared.

The bandit's looked for him, and saw how the torches that surrounded them started to go out, masking them in even more darkness. An archer thought he saw a figure and blindly shot at it.

The arrow hit its mark, but instead of hitting a Killing Machine, it instead hit a fellow bandit right between the eyes.

The archer heard breathing behind him and snapped his attention behind him, yet even he couldn't turn all the way around. He was swiftly slashed in half by Hank who had now drawn his katana from his back.

"K-kill it!"

A bandit screamed at Hank. The bandit charged at Hank with a warhammer. The bandit jumped towards Hank, trying to crush Hank's skull. Thanks to the jump, the bandit trajectory was already guessed and Hank lifted his sword up, catching the bandit on his sword.

He swung down, cutting the already dead body in half and removing the body from his sword. The assassin picked up the dropped warhammer and threw it at a fleeing bandit, crushing his head.

Victims Remaining: 3

Bloodlust: 115%

A group of two bandits blindly charged at Hank who had his back turned towards them. The two thought of it an easy kill, but thought wrong. Hank flashed Bullet-Time for a second, his frame summoning the same black miasma. The miasma which was blacker than the night itself stunned the bandits and made them more hesitant.

Hank snapped his head backwards and ran at them just to seemingly phase through them. Another second past and the bodies of the bandits split in half. Hank looked at the last bandit with a sadistic look to him.

The bandit started to run away from Hank. The bandit ran out of camp and into the deeper parts of the woods. He ran until he felt safe. Once he felt like it, he turned back to see his progress, running into something in the process. His body recoiled and fell on his ass. The bandit looked up and saw that the thing he ran into was Hank.

The bandit tried to escape, but Hank swung the katana downwards at the bandit's head. Slashing through the head and chest, cutting through the bandit cleanly.

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/ WAVE 2 COMPLETED! /

Victims Remaining: 0

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Bloodlust: 15%

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Hank's health and Bullet-Time has been recovered!

Hank: 3500/3500 x2 HP

Hank wiped his bloody blade on the clothes of the former bandit. 'Mhm, that's two camps down.'

Hank marked down the location of where he had just massacred an entire bandit camp.

The thing was, Hank wanted more blood and money, but mainly blood. He wasn't even close to done yet. He needed more bodies to his count, he wanted to get a body count of at least a hundred in one singular day.

He reloaded his pistols and got to work with tracking down more victims.

Hank ran into the deep forests and searched for any more signs of life. He slashed some bushes until he saw a glimpse of any campfires or light sources that would typically be used.

Hank grabbed onto a tree branch and used it as better leverage. He pulled himself up and saw another camp, this one being even larger, but still decently sized.

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/ WAVE 3 STARTED! /

Victims Remaining: 34

"I'm ready, how bout you!?"

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The bandits heard the sounds of somebody sprinting and looked at where the sound was coming from. Getting a full face load of what was coming for them.

Hank jumped to the first bandit he saw and raised a fist, punching the bandit in the face, knocking the bandit to the ground.

He threw his katana into the face of an observing bandit, taking them out of the picture. Hank picked the bandit from earlier up and straight up folded the bandit in half, snapping the spine into two.

He threw the bandit back onto the floor and stole some of his weapons. That being a bow and a couple of arrows. Not as good as Hank would've wanted, but it'll have to do.

A bandit ran towards Hank with his sword waving. The assassin dodged all of the strikes, he used his armored shins to parry one of the sword strikes and offsetted the bandit, forcing him to back off.

Hank quickly closed the distance and shoved an arrow through his neck and out the other end. He took another arrow and loaded it into his bow's string. While Hank was reloading, more bandits tried to attack him.

He lunged towards the closest bandit, kicking him in the jaw. The bandit was knocked to the ground and would be out of the picture for a few seconds. He was going to shoot an arrow into his skull, but a bandit swiped at Hank.

The assassin sidestepped the downward strike to his head, he pulled the bow's string and fired an arrow through the bandit's skull. Hank, who ran out of arrows, used the bow as a club and swung at the closest bandit, breaking the bow completely.

Another bandit charged at Hank with a dagger aimed straight to his heart, but instead of Hank, it was the bandit who ended up with something in their heart. Hank stabbed the shattered bow inside of the bandit's heart, disposing of the weapon and the bandit.

The bandit he had kicked in the jaw earlier got back up and saw the carnage deaths that Hank had done during the short time period. Hank noticed the bandit that he hadn't killed and grabbed him by the shoulders. He tightened his grip on the shoulders and ripped his arms off, leaving him to bleed to death.

The bandit screamed into the night, trying not to die from the injuries given by Hank. Before ultimately bleeding to death.

Victims Remaining: 27

Bloodlust: 23%

The bandits were stunned at Hank's brutality and his sheer ruthlessness. However, the bandits didn't let that deter them.

"Men!" One of the bandits cried out, "Attack him in numbers!"

He said to his fellow bandits, seeing how Hank liked to kill people individually.

A group of seven charged at Hank with their swords, clubs, axes pointed at Hank. The assassin tightened up his MAG-arm and let the voltage surge through his fingertips.

Hank looked at the bandits and with a smirk, Hank pulled his crab-like arm backwards. The bandits knew he was going to punch them, but there were seven of them, what was Hank going to do?

Here's a tip, Hank is going to punch really hard.

Hank threw his fist at the bandits, his improbable voltage exiting his arm and ripping the first bandit into shreds. The lightning surged throughout the former bandit's body and inflicted the surrounding bandits.

The high amounts of voltage flowed throughout the air and went into the bodies of its surroundings.

Flat out killing two and giving the remaining four fifth-degree burns, burning throughout the muscles of the bandits. The bandits reeled to the ground in pain, as they felt their entire nervous system breaking down and dying inside.

Hank made short work of the stragglers, taking out the MP7 and firing a singular bullet to each of the bandit's head, putting them down.

Victims Remaining: 20

Bloodlust: 37%

The assassin fired more bullets to control the crowds of bandits. Multiple bandits tried to flank Hank, but Hank would always turn towards them first. Each time a bandit was somewhat close to Hank, they would be shot down by Hank before getting a hair on him.

Hank dodges a dagger that was thrown at him, and looks at the direction the dagger came from, seeing a bandit right next to him. Hank wastes no time and immediately stabs him in the eyes with his fingers.

The bandit backed away now that he was blind. Hank grabbed the bandit by the waist and suplexed him into the dirt, snapping his spine in the process.

At the cost of his flashy move, a bandit had managed to get close and swung at him, the assassin rolled away and also got behind him. Hank grabbed onto his legs, dragging the bandit. Hank then lifts the bandit up and slams him into the ground, with one arm, continuously.

A bandit tried to monopolize on the distracted Hank, but the assassin threw the bandit's body at him. He fell down like a sack of bricks and was weighed down by a dead body, allowing for an easy kill by Hank.

Hank grabbed the knocked bandit by the neck and shot at his face for a good second. Covering Hank's face with the blood of his enemy.

Victims Remaining: 14

Bloodlust: 46%

The bandits were devoted, Hank had to admit it, but no amount of determination could stop Hank. He got off the dead bandit and wiped a little blood off of his face. A bandit took the opportunity and tried to attack Hank from behind, but the assassin dashed forward, distancing himself from the bandit.

Hank fired behind him and took out the bandit easily. More bandits started to surround Hank, ready to attack him all at once yet again.

The assassin aimed his SMG towards the bandits heads and sprayed the bullets once again. Trying to land every shot. The first wave of bullets hitting seven bandits, and putting them to sleep.

One brave bandit managed to reach Hank and actually stopped him. The bandit lifted the gun upwards, forcing Hank to miss his next few bursts.

The bandit had a dagger in his off hand and tried to stab Hank in the chest. Hank saw this coming and quickly beat the bandit to the punch.

The assassin kicked the bandit's leg in, forcing the bandit to sit down. This freed up his gun and allowed him to attack the bandit.

Hank's hank grabbed onto the bandit's face, he then yanked the head once. Hank would then rip the entire head off of the bandit, spine included. He took a second to look at his trophy before crushing the skull like a stress ball.

The bandits observed how Hank seemed to be "distracted" and ran towards him at full speed. The bandits spread around Hank, encircling him and making sure he couldn't snake his way out.

Victims Remaining: 5

Bloodlust: 54%

The assassin was swarmed, with each one charging at Hank. Hank quickly threw his empty gun into the cranium of a bandit, killing one of the five.

A bandit came from one of his exposed sides, but Hank threw one of the fastest sidekicks and had enough velocity to crush the bandit's jaw completely.

The bandit dropped a small dagger and Hank picked it up knowing that there was a bandit behind him. He instinctively swiped behind him, cutting through the jugular of a bandit.

Hank discarded the dagger by throwing it between the eyes of another bandit. The assassin was then lunged at by two bandits, Hank stepped back and threw a wide spinning heel kick. Hank's heel scored a collateral, knocking out two bandits with one kick.

The two bandits skidded on the floor, also knocked out. They both seemed lifeless, but Hank knows that they're still alive and kicking.

Victims Remaining: 2

Bloodlust: 68%

The assassin gathered up the knocked bandits, and prepared to get some answers out of them. The assassin woke them up by pulling out small doses of adrenal shots, and injecting the syringes inside of each of the bandits.

Hank held a large stick in his hands. It was shaped like a club and it was sturdier than the bandit's swords. "Well, well, look who's up?" Hank placed the large stick over his shoulders.

"What do you want from us!?" A conscious bandit shouted at Hank, not knowing how deep into shit he was in.

"Where. Is. Your. King?" Hank got straight to the point. He didn't want to waste his breath on these bandit scum. "If you won't talk, you die."

Hank threatened the bandits with a line he'd usually use. It was effective, but that was because people in Nevada knew who he was, not these bandits.

"Heh, we'll never talk!" One of the bandits said towards Hank, calling Hank's threat a bluff. The assassin didn't like this bandit's attitude that much and decided to shut 'em up for good.

Hank walked up to them with his stick dragging along the dirt, "Wh-what are you gonn-"

Before any other words came out, Hank held the stick like a baseball bat and swung it into the bandit's face. The force of the swing obliterated the bandit's face and painted the other bandit red.

Hank pulled the bloody stick back and looked at the last bandit.

"Do we have any other smart guys?" Hank tilted his head back with a heartless gaze escaping his goggles.

The last bandit spat on Hank's boots, "Fuck you! I'll never talk!" The bandit cussed at Hank, clearly not knowing any better after watching his comrade get murdered.

"Really?" Hank placed the stick onto both of his arms before continuing, "Since all of you seem to have brain damage, I'm sure what I'm about to do wouldn't affect you."

The assassin picked the stick back up and faced the last bandit, "No no no! Wait!" The bandit begged, but Hank was having none of it.

He didn't give it a second thought as he set the stick up in a golfing like fashion. "Let's get a hole in ONE!"

Hank swung the stick at the bandit's face with most of his force, putting his back into this one.

The bandit's pieces of skull flew past Hank and went even further than the other bandit's. The amount of strength that Hank placed into that one string was strong enough to shatter the stick he had.

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/ WAVE 3 COMPLETED! /

Victims Remaining: 0

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Bloodlust: 71%

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Hank discarded the now broken stick and wiped his hands clean of the blood on him. The assassin looked up and took a nice deep gulp of fresh air.

"I feel better now…" Hank sighed, finally being able to kick back and beat the shit out of bandits.

Hank's been killing for a while now, and if he had to guess, he'd been out for two hours.

Hank chuckled as he felt unstoppable. Hank had downed three bandit camps with little effort, he hadn't broken a sweat yet. The assassin marked the third location on his map, and proceeded to location number four.

Before the assassin continued any further, he went back to retrieve his katana and his SMG. Once retrieved, he reloaded all of his guns. Replacing the old magazines with new bullets, and putting those new mags into the same old guns. The sounds of the various clicks were music to Hank's ears.

It was one of his sounds that he could listen to all day. Once the assassin finished restocking his magazines, he placed them back onto his holsters and continued his search. Hank dived into the forest looking for even more bandits.

However one of the things that made Hank confused was the deeper parts of the forest. Sure, he had fought in highly dense forests, but it had been years since he had last done that. Ever Since Nevada became that desolate wasteland, there was barely any forest that could match those of what Hank experienced.

One thing that Hank definitely knew was that he needed a better vantage point. And Hank knew exactly how he would get one of those. He looked up at a tall tree and placed both his hands onto it.

With no effort, he pulled his weight and moved up the tree. He dug his fingers into any crack of the bark and pulled himself upwards, repeating this process until he reached the tip.

Hank hung off the tip of the tree and did a little spotting. Hank clicked a setting on his goggles and zoomed into the sky, looking for any smoke trails in the dead of night.

Good thing for Hank, he was able to sense the slightest difference in color including shades of gray. He looked far beyond and soon spotted a smoke trail.

The assassin threw himself into another tree, catching his fall. Hank started to run from tree to tree, dodging any rogue branches trying to reach for his face.

Hank kept on jumping tree to tree until he got a front seat view of the bandit camp. Hank counted the numbers, marking 48 bandits ready to be stamped out by Hank.

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/ WAVE 4 STARTED! /

Victims Remaining: 48

"Where is your master!?"

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Hank shook a branch, luring a bandit closer to his tree. The plan worked as intended with the bandit being just below Hank. The assassin took out his carbon wire and hung it below the bandit's neck.

First, the bandit thought it was a spider web before he was quickly pulled up, "ACK!"

The bandit choked as he was pulled into the tree. The bandit didn't even see what happened, by the time he got up he was immediately stabbed in the throat.

Another bandit could barely make up what he was seeing, but he was a hundred percent sure that he just saw someone get assassinated. The bandit tried to run back, but a kunai was thrown at the back of his head.

One of his fellow bandits, who was guarding the borders, saw the bandit fall limp. He ran to see what was going on, and saw the kunai handle that stuck out of his head. He kneeled down to look at the blade, but heard the sounds of feet shuffling.

"Huh? Wha- Gah!"

The bandit looked up for a second, suddenly getting slammed in the face by a boot, leaving a visible boot mark on his face. The bandit staggered backwards, but was then forced into a headlock.

Hank held the bandit tightly and removed the kunai from the dead bandit's head. He pressed the cold iron onto the bandit's throat.

"Where is the bandit king? I won't ask twice."

Hank pressed the kunai even closer to the bandit's neck, and started to draw blood from him.

"H-Help!" The bandit shouted, alerting the horde.

Good. Let them come.

It means there's just that much more victims waiting to enter the gates of hell.

Hank decapitated the bandit and threw the head towards the camp, sending a message that the Killing Machine was coming for their heads.

Victims Remaining: 45

Bloodlust: 80%

The bandits were startled when they saw the head roll towards them, as they had never seen an adventurer do something like this. Then they saw the two beady red eyes coming towards them from the darkness.

It only became apparent that something was indeed coming after them, once Hank stepped into the light, revealing the true figure of Hank's bloody and beaten state. Hank first grabbed a bandit by the neck and ripped off the bandit's arm, his scream frightening the others. Then Hank threw the one armed bandit into the campfire setting him ablaze. The bandit screamed in thrash before finally dying.

Hank took the bandit's arm and quickly stripped it of any flesh until it was just bones, turning it into a weapon made to inflict blunt force trauma. A bandit was quick to respond and hit Hank, but as usual, Hank dodged the strike flawlessly. Following the dodge up with an immediate counter, the bone was slammed into the bandit's face with enough force to splinter the bone. Both the bandit's skull and the weapon were shattered.

Hank looked at the already splintered bone and grabbed a hold of a bandit behind him. He raised the splintered bone above his head and brought it down into the bandit's eyes, then putting even more pressure, forcing the bone to exit through the other side of the bandit's head.

Victims Remaining: 42

Bloodlust: 85%

The bandits looked at Hank in fear after witnessing his brutality in breathing distance. The Killing Machine looked at them and cocked his head backwards. The bandits couldn't see his face, but they could feel the sadistic grin forming onto his face.

"Don't back down! Kill him!"

A bandit charged at Hank with a warhammer. Hank rolled towards the bandit and punched out the bandit's knees, crippling the bandit for the time being. The crippled bandit dropped his hammer, allowing Hank to possess it for himself.

Hank used the handle bar of the hammer to strangle the crippled bandit, then noticed a bandit coming from behind. He turned backwards and used the crippled bandit as a human shield, the bandit's blade cutting through the ribs of the other bandit.

Hank threw the dead body away from him and into the fire and flames, burning the body. He held the hammer in both of his hands and smashed the bandit's face in. The bandit's body flew sideways and was presumably knocked out. Hank grabbed the unconscious bandit's arm and chucked him into the fire as well.

"Extinguish that fire! He's going to use it against us!" A bandit shouted, putting out the fire. It was true that Hank was going to use it against them, but it was a double edged sword for the bandits. Now that the fire was gone, Hank was in cover of the complete darkness.

The bandits soon realized this when they saw the assassin disappear, "Wh-where'd he go!?"

A bandit started to back up in fright. He then backed up to the front side of Hank, with the Killing Machine's red goggles looming over the bandit. Hank placed his N9011 on the dome of his head, and blasted his literal brains out.

The muzzle flash of the pistol briefly revealed his location to the bandits. Telling them exactly where he was.

A brave bandit ran towards Hank and stabbed Hank in the sides. Unfortunately for him, he hit the thickest part of Hank's coat instead of the flesh inside of it. Hank grabbed his second gun and mag dumped the pistol into the bandit.

Victims Remaining: 38

Bloodlust: 97%

Hank threw his empty pistol into the temple of a bandit's head without any second thoughts, in order to remove the sword from his side. He grabbed the blade and removed it quick enough to parry an incoming bandit. The bandit skidded back a little from the recoil, but was nowhere far enough to escape Hank.

The assassin slashed the side of the bandit, getting about a quarter way through the body. Hank started to hack and slash at the bandit's side, cutting him in half with due process.

The other bandits could only guess where Hank was. The only clues they had were his red goggles and the screams of the other bandits. One of the bandits took out an arrow and blindly shot into the distance.

He heard the arrow hit nothing, but was soon met by a long sword to the face. The thrown blade fragmented as soon as it hit its mark, causing the metal scraps to hit the surrounding bandits.

Hank held out the pistol in his hand, took aim and fired five times in the distance. Each one of those five bullets hit their desired targets dead on, and the bodies hit the floor stiffer than a board.

Victims Remaining: 30

Bloodlust: 100%

He whipped around to look for his pistol and found it still lodged inside of the bandit's head. Hank shot one more round into a random bandit in front of him and ran for his pistol.

He started to reload both of the pistols, not knowing that somebody was already on him. The bandit behind him raised the hammer and hit Hank directly on the back of his head.

Hank stumbled forwards a little, then stopping and turning his head back slowly.

"You piece of shit." Hank said, a little insulted that he dared to hit him in the middle of his reload animation.

Hank quickly replaced his pistol's magazine and placed the gun back into its holster. He turned back towards the bandit and rolled his neck. The bandit swung again at the assassin, but Hank caught it with his left hand.

The bandit had his chest exposed and Hank knew it.

Hank pulled his right arm back and surged it with pure improbable voltage, then launching it into the bandit's chest. The force of the punch made the bandit fly back 8 feet, but not before getting a giant hole blown into his chest.

Hank took out the SMG on his back and fired at the remaining bandits. His bullets killed the bandits before they could do anything. A bandit charged at Hank while he was reloading, but Hank was the first to strike via side kick into the groin.

The bandit deflated and Hank decided to put the bandit out of his misery, shooting at the bandit in the head. He returned back to firing at the bandits mincing them into shreds before they could get anywhere close. He fired until he had run out of rounds in the magazine.

Victims Remaining: 19

Bloodlust: 112%

Hank, seeing how there were still more survivors, took out his katana from his back's sheath. He gripped the katana in two hands and ran towards a random bandit. The bandit could hardly see him coming, before he knew it, he was impaled through the gut.

Hank ripped the bloodstained katana out of the bandit and quickly slashed it to the side, cutting the bandit in half. The assassin sensed a strike incoming and weaved to the side, dodging another hammer to the dome.

With a single swipe, Hank raised his arms up and brought the sword down on the bandit's hands, cutting right through the bone. The bandit wailed in pain of his missing arms. Hank pulled his katana back and removed the head of the armless bandit.

Hank predicted more strikes coming towards him and swung his katana in a wide arc. The blade cut deep inside of three bandits, but the strikes weren't deep enough to be fatal.

Hank sprinted for the bandits dragging his sword along the ground. In one slick and fast motion, He slashed at the legs of the closest bandit, tearing through the legs. The assassin spun to his left and carried the momentum to cut through the next two bandits. The blade slashing through the two, clean.

Hank brought his boot down on the disabled bandit, crushing the bandit's skull.

Victims Remaining: 14

Bloodlust: 123%

Hank continued his onslaught, bringing the sword to his shoulders. A bandit held up a shield in preparation for Hank's strike. Hank ran towards the shielded bandit and vaulted over his head. The bandit now had a blind side facing Hank.

Hank, now behind the bandit, stabbed the bandit in the back, separating the vertebrae of the bandit's. The bandit dropped dead at the loss of his spine, and Hank threw his carcass away.

Hank looked over his shoulders and saw ten bandits lined up behind him. With three bandits watching afar with their swords drawn. There were thirteen bandits left to be slaughtered.

Hank looked at them and flipped them the birdie. "Come at me, bitches." The bandits were now pissed at Hank's taunting and all predictably ran at Hank. Exactly what Hank wanted.

Hank placed the katana on his hip in a drawing motion. He allowed the bandits to come after him. The first bandit that came through didn't notice Hank's trap, as he ran at Hank at full speed.

Before he was even one foot from Hank, he was quickly slashed in half. The second bandit jumped at Hank, earning himself an impalement by Hank. The assassin threw the carcass onto bandit number three, dropping him to the ground.

Hank was about to finish off the bandit, but was interrupted by a fourth bandit. The bandit flailed his sword at Hank's head. Hank being Hank weaved through each strike. The bandit then swung too wide and revealed his liver.

Hank punched the liver with full force, forcing the bandit to the ground. Hank reversed the grip of his blade and stabbed it into the bandit's head.

Bandit number three did get up, but staggered a little. Hank saw the third bandit get up and kicked up the recently killed bandit's sword into his empty hand. A fifth bandit charged at Hank from the sides trying to flank him like the others had.

The bandit was half expecting Hank to slash at him, so he kept his guard up instead of fully attacking. But what the bandit didn't expect wasn't expecting was Hank jumping off of him.

Hank used the bandit like he was a wall and hopped off of him, giving Hank more time in the air. In mid-air, Hank quickly spun around, throwing one of the swords at the bandit he had just hopped on, and he threw his katana into bandit number three.

Victims Remaining: 8

Bloodlust: 138%

The assassin landed with a roll, conveniently right next to another bandit. Hank shot up and uppercutted the bandit in the jaw, sending him off the ground for a second. Hank grabbed the bandit and choke slammed him into the ground, ending it off with more brutal face stomps.

More bandits kept on trying to try Hank. A bandit with a greatsword slashed down at Hank. The assassin stepped to the side, dodging his strike, and tackled the bandit to the ground.

Once Hank was on top of the bandit, Hank jerked his arm up and slammed full force into the bandit's face. The bandit's skull broke from the force and Hank now had a greatsword in his hands.

Hank easily cleaved through one bandit, then he cleaved through another, sending more organs flying, he then cleaved a third one, making the already bloody blade more bloody.

Victims Remaining: 3

Bloodlust: 146%

The last three bandits looked at Hank in horror, realizing that they were the last ones left. The bandits started to flee from Hank, but once you engage with Hank, you can't run.

Hank held the greatsword above his head, and threw the blade at one of the fleeing bandits, the sword going through their chest.

Hank allowed the bandits to flee for the meantime, he knew that he could catch them, but right now he needed his katana. He approached a dead body and pulled out his katana, the blade still keeping its sharpness. He wiped the blood off with his bandages and got straight back to work.

Hank ran as fast as a bullet and into the woods, where the bandits last went. Once he reached the destination, the bandits seemed to disappear, just kidding. Hank immediately threw his katana into a tree and impaled a bandit from the other side.

The bandit's head fell off since Hank threw his blade head level. There was now one last bandit, he then heard leaves rustling and saw the last bandit running away.

Victims Remaining: 1

Bloodlust: 150%

Hank ran back to retrieve his sword and the head. He grabbed the head with two hands then dropped it. Before it hit the ground Hank punted the head towards the fleeing bandit's head. The head reached enough velocity to give someone a concussion.

The head landed with a loud and audible crack sound. The bandit fell over and into the dirt, face first. He tried to crawl away, but a foot was placed into his back.

"Would you like to tell me where your leader is?" Hank asked the bandit, pointing his katana at the back of the bandit's head.

The bandit felt the cold steel strike a nerve, finally giving in to Hank's intimidation.

"Okay! Okay! He's north of this camp! But you'll never be able to beat him! He'll make sure that you're sent to Hell!" The bandit shouted at Hank, still trying to crawl away.

"You first." Hank raised his katana into the air and struck down, splitting the bandit's head in half.

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/ WAVE 4 COMPLETED! /

Victims Remaining: 0

"Satisfactory."

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Bloodlust: 57%

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Hank's health and Bullet-Time has been recovered!

Hank: 3500/3500 x3 HP

Hank removed the bloody blade from the bandits head and wiped it off with his bandages. He placed the sword back into its sheath and started to reload all of his guns. After this job, Hank might need to repair and clean out his weapons. He looked at the N9011's dirty barrel, filled with gunpowder dust.

Hank took out the map and marked out the bandit camp he had just been to. His next goal was to kill the supposed bandit king up north. In the map, it seemed that up north was a cave of some sorts.

The assassin closed the map and started to walk north, with malicious intent radiating off of him.

"This bandit king better be worth the hype. He better put up a good show."

Hank had fun killing the small fries, but he guaranteed that he'd have a better time fighting the "king." He wanted to show these bandits what happens when you're hunted down by Hank Motherfucker Wimbleton.

Thinking about the bloodshed made Hank quiver in excitement as he could feel his bloody fantasies, minus the blender, coming to life. He could already see the damn blood flying over his head, and the smell of gunpowder.

While Hank was salivating over his own bloodlust, he heard the sounds of chatter and whispering of some bandits. He hid behind a tree with a pistol peaking around the corner. While he was lurking still, he waited until there was a golden opportunity to assassinate them.

"I tell ya! The other camps were all brutally slaughtered! There were no survivors!" A bandit scout told his superior, the superior who was listening had a bored expression on his face.

"Uh huh, sure. Whatever you say." The other bandit rolled his eyes at the scout, not believing a single thing he said.

The scout looked bewildered at the superior's comment, "What do you mean!? You know what, I'm not even paid enough for this job! I'm out!" The scout said turning around and walking away.

"Hey! You move past those trees and I'll kill you myself!" The superior ran after the deserting scout.

Hank moved his pistol a little to the side and squeezed its trigger twice. Killing the two bandits instantaneously. The assassin checked his corners watching for any other bandits lurking around. Once he figured the coast was clear, he ran inside of the cave, ready to face off against the bandit king.

The cave he went into turned out to be even bigger than what he saw on the outside. Hell, it was big enough to fit a MAG or two. The cave he was in was well illuminated, just bright enough to make the assassin visible to a regular eye. Hank then heard the sounds of feet pampering, or a group of feet pampering.

DANGER! DODGE!

The sounds of a ballista bolt echoed throughout the cave and into Hank's general direction.

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/ WAVE 5 STARTED! /

Victims Remaining: 15

"Surprise!"

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Hank rolled to the ground dodging the bolt coming after him. He skidded on the hard rocky terrain and got his footing back after a millisecond of stumbling.

The assassin whipped out a pistol and quickly blew a bandit's head to bits.

"Get him! Don't let him reach the boss!" A bandit yelled out towards his companions.

The bandit was then shot dead by Hank after a few more crack shots of his pistol. A bandit managed to weave through his bullets and stabbed at Hank's neck.

Or at least tried to, Hank dodged the attack and wrapped his arm around the bandit's neck, carrying his momentum. The assassin then threw a knee at the bandit's liver. The bandit collapsed to the ground in pain and Hank blew his head open not a second later.

Victims Remaining: 12

Bloodlust: 63%

The assassin ejected his magazine and replaced it with a second one. By the time he replaced it, a second ballista bolt was then shot at Hank, this time hitting Hank into the shoulder. The ballista only grazed him, but it did manage to weaken Hank's Tac-Bar. The other bandits took note of his weakened guard and charged him together.

The group of seven launched their blades into his stomach, arms, and legs. Hank's gear did a fine job in protecting most of his body, but only a few cut through his armor and into his flesh.

Hank was pinned, sure, but there's a reason why you don't get close to somebody called "The Killing Machine." Hank's right arm surged with more voltage and slammed his arm into the ground disrupting the footing of all bandits. The bandits stumbled backwards and gave Hank just enough room to squeeze in a wide attack.

Hank used his empty hand to reach for his katana, taking the dragon hilted blade out. In a speed that no other Nexian could achieve, Hank quickly decapitated all seven of their heads in a flashy and swift 360 spin, with enough velocity to become a human beyblade.

Victims Remaining: 5

Bloodlust: 72%

Hank flicked his sword, getting all the excess blood off of his blade. "Okay. Who's next?" Hank asked, trying to not look like a human pin cushion.

As soon as Hank asked, four more bandits came out of hiding and jumped Hank.

Hank reacted faster than they could get to him and swiftly slashed one of them in half. He took his pistol and blew a bandit's head off, leaving a red mark of where the head used to be.

Bandit number three tries to hit Hank in the shoulder with an awfully large mace. The assassin saw the attack and noticed how sloppy it was, something that he could do better asleep.

Hank shot the bandit's hand forcing him to drop the mace. Then a third shot of the ballista came after Hank yet again, this time Hank was planning on it. He rolled away, allowing the bolt to instead hit the other bandit and not his back.

Hank quickly got up and drove his knee into the second to last bandit's skull. His knee crushed the jaw of the bandit and decommissioned him from life. He placed one more shot into the bandit's head to make sure the bandit was dead.

Victims Remaining: 1

Bloodlust: 89%

The assassin only had that ballista using bandit to deal with. He snapped his attention to face the bandit arming the ballista. He could feel the bandit's fear growing as he started to reload in a panic. Hank slowly walked towards the bandit, mocking him for trying to get in his way.

He even put away both of his weapons, making him seem even more arrogant and pissing off the bandit. The bandit soon enough reloaded and fired at Hank with the fourth ballista. This time it hit Hank, or alternatively Hank caught the bolt with his own hand.

Hank stared at the bolt with an intent to use it, "Y'know. I was actually a pro at throwing javelins…"

Hank spun the bolt in his fingertips, before throwing the bolt right back at the bandit, impaling him into the wall.

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/ WAVE 5 COMPLETED! /

Victims Remaining: 0

"Mission Failed!"

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Bloodlust: 93%

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Hank rolled his neck after all of this bloodshed and started to wipe the blood off of his boots. From what some of the bandits said, their leader should be real close. Finally, a real challenge. Hank was itching to give this leader a piece of his mind.

No, Hank wanted to crush this leader into the ground and turn him into paste. Hank tightened his fist as he imagined him beating the ever living shit outta him. Hank grinned under his mask and his "eyes" started to dilate over and over again.

Hank ripped off a torch off of the cave's walls and ran into the caverns, searching for this oh so great bandit king. Hank weaved through the narrow caverns and would occasionally see a stupidly large hole in the walls. Around 22 feet in length and around 12 feet in width, something that looks like it could fit a MAG. Odd.

Whatever, it wasn't Hank's focus, he just wanted to fuck up some bandits. And speaking of bandits, Hank was soon eye to eye with the Bandit King. The bandit king was bald, tall and wore an eyepatch, he was dressed in barbaric looking armor. Overall, he looks exactly like what a Bandit King sounds like.

Hank threw the torch in the middle of the two, so they could get a good look at each other. The Bandit King looked at Hank, observing his size and stature.

The Bandit King looked pissed with his hands shaking in anger, trying not to execute Hank with his giant ass battle axe.

"So. You're the fucker who's been such a big deal with me and my boys." The bandit called out Hank.

"Okay, and?" Hank responded plainly, as if it was just an average day for him, in which it was.

"And? And!? You expect me to take what you've done lightly!?" The bandit said with a blood vessel bulging out of his head.

"Yes." Hank stated, ignoring the rhetorical question. The smugness that was radiating off of Hank pissed off the bandit even more.

"You know how hard I've worked for my clan!? Just to see someone like you kill them all in a day! I'll fucking kill you!" The bandit continued to shout at Hank, taking the axe from his back and pointing it at Hank.

Hank flipped the bandit off as his response, "Come and get it." Hank flourished his katana in his fingertips, initiating the fight.

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Bandit King appears!

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The two charged at each other, with both of them clashing. The sparks from their weapons danced as they violently struck their weapons.

"HA!" The Bandit King pushed Hank back a few inches giving him room to breathe.

Hank ran right back at the bandit with his katana dragging behind him. The Bandit King swung downwards, trying to catch Hank before he got to him. Unfortunately, Hank sidestepped away from the axe and vaulted onto the axe.

Hank used the axe as leverage to hop up to the bandit's face where he kicked him in the face. The bandit skidded back with a broken nose and blood leaking from his face.

"You bitch!" The bandit cussed at Hank.

"What's wrong, are you gonna cry? Do you need mommy to kiss it for you?" Hank mocked the bandit in the most arrogant tone he could achieve with his metallic voice.

The bandit, blinded in rage, swiped at Hank's head. While Hank, who was still calm, ducked the easy to read swipe and tightened up his fist. He pulled himself all the way up and uppercutted the bandit right in the jaw.

The force of the blow was strong enough to push the bandit off the ground and made the bandit back away even further.

"RAH!" If the bandit wasn't pissed he was definitely pissed.

The bandit charged back at Hank this time even faster than last time, even catching Hank in surprise. He smashed his axe downwards at speeds that only Hank would react to.

The assassin dashed to the side, getting close to the bandit's weak areas.

"You're getting serious? Then allow me." Hank kicked the bandit away and started to play a little more aggressive.

Hank swung at the bandit, the Bandit King then countered the strike just like Hank. He pushed the sword away from his face and swung right back at Hank. The Killing Machine would perfectly block the attack. The two then started to go back and forth like this. With each strike coming in faster and stronger.

The Bandit King and Hank started to exchange blows, to the point where their weapons started to heat up from the sheer speeds of the two's blows.

The assassin was dead set on making sure that none of the attacks landed, and made sure he accounted for every swing. However, what Hank didn't account for was that the Bandit King had a second axe.

The bandit reached for the smaller axe and swiped up towards Hank. The axe was quick enough to even reach Hank's face. The only thing however, was that Hank caught the axe using his cheekless mouth.

Hank felt a bead of sweat go down his head, if he didn't stop it then he'd have two broken lenses, 'Glad I don't have any cheeks.'

Hank then backed away from the Bandit King with the axe still in his mouth. Hank pointed at the axe with a humorous smile to himself.

"Rooking fo dis?" Hank mumbled with the axe in his mouth, pissing off the Bandit King even more.

The Bandit King tightened the grip on his axe, with even more veins bulging from his forehead.

"YOU are really starting to PISS ME OFF!" The bandit king shouted at the assassin.

Hank took the axe out of his mouth, "And I'm having fun"

Hank countered with a shit eating grin. The assassin then threw the axe at full speed towards the bandit's head.

The bandit blocked the axe in time to see Hank right about to stab him. The bandit swiped away at Hank, breaking Hank's guard and forcing him to skid backwards.

The bandit charged at Hank, seeing now that his guard had dropped. The bandit swung down his axe multiple times. The assassin met with the bandit's axe and parried it right before it hit him.

Hank would then bring the axe down to the ground, and pin down the axe, stopping it from ever getting out. The bandit pulled on the axe's handle, trying to rip it out of the ground, but it wouldn't budge. Hank stepped aside and gave the bandit king a brutal hook to the gut.

"Gah!" The Bandit King coughed and backpedaled away from his axe, holding his gut. The bandit took a second to recover and focused his attention on Hank.

The Bandit King scowled at him, "You must have some balls, if you think you can humiliate me this badly." The bandit then raises two fists, offering to fight in fisticuffs.

"Yeah, and I guarantee that they're bigger than yours." Hank dropped his sword and obliged to fight the bandit in fists only.

The comment pissed off the Bandit King and Hank knew this, "You first."

Hank offered to the bandit, "With pleasure." The Bandit King then lunged at Hank with a fist raised. Hank quickly caught the fist and judo flipped the bandit onto the ground.

Hank smashed a fists into where the bandit's face was at, with the bandit avoiding Hank by a hair. The bandit was then choked by the same hand of Hank. The assassin threw the bandit away from him and into a rocky wall.

The bandit recovered from the blow, but he could tell that his back was fractured. It wasn't like it'll help him, since the next thing coming was a Hank at full speed.

When Hank was close to the bandit, Hank launched a fist, tightening it into a spiral and moving as fast as a bullet. The bandit tried to block the punch, but the fist that Hank had thrown was strong enough to break bone. The bandit's arms broke under the sheer strength of Hank's punch.

The bandit's guard opened up just like that and allowed for easy pickings by Hank. The assassin grabbed the Bandit King by the neck and started to punch him in the face relentlessly.

Hank punched the Bandit King until his face was bloody and red, but Hank kept on punching. By the 22nd punch, teeth were starting to fly out of the Bandit King's jaw. To make matters worse for the bandit king, Hank was still choking him.

The bandit's vision soon started to blur, either because of the blood that Hank was spilling or the lack of air. Hank was soon starting to notice the bandit's lack of oxygen as well.

Hank finally released the bandit of his grip, "Let's get you some air, okay?" Hank asked the bandit, with a malicious grin appearing on his face.

Without any further warnings, Hank grabbed a hold of the Bandit King's jaw. Hank then ripped it straight out, making the bandit king jawless just like himself.

The Bandit King held where his jaw used to be and started to gurgle on the blood. Hank dropped the jaw and grabbed the bandit king by the shoulder. He lifted the bandit to his height and stared at his soul with the aggression filled goggles.

Hank flattened out his hand like a knife, and would then force his entire arm down the bandit's throat. The bandit tried to use what little energy he had to remove Hank, but nothing would matter.

Hank dug even deeper inside of the bandit. Once Hank's entire arm was inside, he yanked his arm back out, revealing a heart in his hand.

The Bandit King's heart still beated in Hank's hand, "Game Over."

Hank allowed the heart to beat one more time, then crushing the heart in front of the Bandit King, killing him immediately.

Bandit King has been slain by Hank!

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Bloodlust: 119%

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Hank looked at his blood drenched arm, wiping it off with the non bloody areas of the bandit's clothes. After he was done, Hank returned to his dropped sword.

He places the sword right back into its sheath and starts to make way for the exit. Before Hank could leave, his sixth sense warned him that somebody, or something was coming straight for him.

He rolled forward dodging whatever was coming after him. Whatever it was, it was heavy, like somebody just tried to drop a rock on him.

"You saw what I just did! What makes… Oh."

Hank stopped mid sentence, looking at the asshole that had just tried to assassinate him. An asshole who had tried both Sanford and Deimos before. A gluttonous MAGNIFIED asshole.

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MAG Bandit appears!

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"RAAH! WHERE'S MY DINNER!" The MAG bandit that Hank had fought before had somehow returned to try Hank a second time.

"No hard feelings?" Hank asked the MAG in a lighthearted tone.

The MAG responded by slamming his fist down. The assassin quickly zipped away from the slam and dodged the strike completely.

"I take that as a no!" Hank shouted back, ready to dance with this bandit a second time.

The MAG started to throw all sorts of kicks and punches to Hank, trying to crush the man.

Hank continued to zip through the MAG's attack. 'What the hell is he even doing here? These aren't even his bandits. His bandits have Scottish accents, none of them were remotely Scottish.' Hank took some time to think about the MAG's sudden appearance.

He would soon snap back into reality and continue to evade the MAG. The MAG would continue to punch at Hank with anger and ferocity. Each time the MAG would slam his fist down, Hank would quickly give the MAG a cut from his sword. However, all of those cuts did jackshit since he's dealing with a fucking MAG.

The MAG soon caught Hank slipping, and grabbed him by the legs, "Shit!"

Hank took out his MP7 and shot at the MAG's fingers, while stabbing at it with his sword. However they all still did… jackshit.

The MAG and the Killing Machine looked at each other for a second. Hank raised his gun and shot the MAG in the face once.

"RAAH!" The MAG then threw Hank into a wall then punched him even deeper into the wall.

The Killing Machine flew through the wall and into a completely new cavern that's still big enough for a MAG. He was left with about a quarter of his corpus still around. Hank took out an adrenal shot and injected it inside of himself, giving him a second wind.

By the time he got up, the MAG was running straight towards him. The assassin cartwheeled away to the side, allowing for the MAG to clumsily smash his face into the rocky wall. Hank popped his back right back into position and started to place even more safely.

Hank placed his katana on his back and held his SMG in two hands to improve his aim. He stared down at the sights and tried to get as many headshots as possible. The MAG placed its arms in front of his face to block out the 4.6 calibers that were sipping towards his face.

Hank started to circle around the MAG trying to take advantage of their fairly large size and trying to sneak in headshots, but the problem was mainly that his SMG didn't have the firepower needed. The 4.6x30mm wasn't strong enough… Hank needed better bullets and stronger ones at that.

Hank holsters the MP7 in favor for his akimbo N9011, but before he got the pistols in his grip, the MAG got Hank in his grasp. The MAG held a firm grip on Hank, crushing his rib cage and any organs inside of it.

The assassin knowing that bullets and swords weren't going to cut it, Hank used his MAG-arm instead. Using the spines on his arm, Hank cut a gash deep enough to free his arm.

Hank moved the arm outwards, and slammed it down into the MAG's fingers, breaking it and forcing the MAG to recoil.

"FOOD NO FIGHT BACK!" The MAG shouted at Hank, throwing him against another wall and this time kicking Hank through it.

CORPUS DESTROYED!

Hank: 3500/3500 x2 HP

Hank came out of the wall with a back bloodied with bits of rock on him. Hank sprung back up and searched for anyways to kill the jolly green fucker. He looked left, right and up, then noticed the stalactites on the top of the cave.

Hank had a brilliant plan coming to life, but it'll take a few minutes to set up. Because right now, A GIANT MAG WAS STILL COMING! The MAG stomped his feet trying to crush Hank. The assassin rolled through the strike, and took out his hand cannons.

Hank shot at the bandit's legs. Cutting deeper into the flesh than the 4.6 he was using earlier, but it still wasn't enough to keep him down. The MAG finally got tired of Hank and his weapons and decided to use his own weapon.

The MAG picked up a boulder that was built like a long pole, and used it as a club, swinging down at Hank. The assassin dodged and weaved, trying not to be flung into a wall a third time.

The MAG then smashed the rock into the ground with enough force to get it stuck into the ground. The assassin used the opportunity to run up on the rock and get to the MAG's face. The MAG tried to swat at Hank, but Hank was moving too fast.

'Almost there…' Hank sweated as he still avoided the countless slaps that were coming towards him.

Once the assassin reached the end of the rock, he launched himself towards the face of the bandit, and landed onto the bandit's shoulder.

Hank placed his pistols on the bandit's neck, but forgot to reload one of the pistols. So he only really shot seven rounds into the MAG instead of the fourteen bullets that he hoped.

Even if it was seven, it was still a .460 Mag into the neck. By the time Hank had mag dumped the MAG, the neck was bleeding profusely and covering Hank in the blood. The MAG grabbed a hold of Hank once again and threw him into the air quickly. The assassin then saw his hand raising up then expected the worst.

The MAG then slammed Hank into the ground like he was a damn volleyball, breaking even more bones in Hank.

"Agh! You piece of shit!" Hank shouted at the MAG crawling out from the small crater that was created from the dunk. He replaced the magazine of his pistols.

While reloading, Hank was also skulking towards himself, 'Sanford would usually deal with these fucks… Wait a minute.' Hank gained a new idea after bringing up one of his comrades.

The assassin remembered the demolitionist's go to weapon, the hook and string.

'Looks like I have to play copycat…'

Hank quickly pulled out his carbon wire tied around his belts and his katana. Quickly, Hank tied the wire onto his katana's hilt, mimicking Sanford's hook in functionality.

Hank looked back up and saw the MAG already coming towards him without no warning. Hank grabbed onto the katana and threw it into the MAG's neck, attaching the blade to the neck.

The MAG threw a punch towards Hank, but instantly Hank yanked onto the wire, pulling himself towards the MAG's face like Sanford's hook but in reverse.

The assassin rested onto the MAG's shoulder, and noticed that he was conveniently directly below the stalactites from earlier. Hank took out his pistol and shot at the rocks, blasting away the sharp rocks, weakening their stability.

The rocks then fell right onto the MAG, cutting into the flesh and breaking the armor.

"ARGH! STOP MOVING FAST FOOD!" The MAG shouted at Hank grabbing onto the wire and throwing Hank into another damn floor.

CORPUS DESTROYED!

Hank: 3500/3500 x1 HP

Hank coughed blood and got back up instantly, "You bitch! God you're annoying!"

Hank wiped the blood from his mouth. Hank clenched his fist sending improbable voltage throughout his fingertips.

Hank stared at the MAG-arm of his and got a bright idea, 'Maximum charge it is.'

Hank shot the MAG a few more times to try and get the MAG's attention once again. He precharged his arm as he needed it to be overcharged if he wanted to nuke this son of a bitch into the Other Place.

The MAG's attention was soon caught as intended and charged at Hank, ready to gobble him up for dinner. Hank quickly placed his gun away and ran towards a wall. Normally, a stupid idea, but when you're dealing with Hank any idea is considered dangerous.

/ BULLET-TIME: ENGAGED!/

Hank ran up the wall like a spider, and the MAG slammed his noggin into the wall. Breaking the MAG's nose and stunning him for the time being. The MAG held his nose and looked up, with his blood dripping down.

Hank, who was still in the air, threw his sword into the MAG's face, digging deep into the flesh. He tugged on the wire, moving him closer to the MAG's face. Hank pulled his MAG-arm back, quickly closing the distance between his fist and the MAG's stupid fucking face.

Before Hank made contact with the MAG, Hank threw the fist at max speeds and dug into the MAG's face. The arm's improbable voltage filled the MAG's face. The pure voltage was strong enough to not only tear through the mask, but the entire flesh underneath it.

The aftermath of Hank's punch was strong enough to result in a crater in the MAG's face that was big enough to cover the entire face. The MAG then went down with an extremely heavy thud that shook the entire cave. Hank hopped off the MAG with his entire right arm being covered in blood.

"Hah! Looks like it's 2 - 0, big guy!" Hank laughed at the MAG, pulling up the middle finger with his bloody arm.

MAG Bandit has been slain by Hank!

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Bloodlust: 87%

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Hank's health and Bullet-Time has been recovered!

Hank: 3500/3500 x2 HP

/ BULLET-TIME: DISENGAGED!/

Hank took out his little map and wrote down the last location of the bandit nest he had just exterminated.

"Mission success. Now my damn payday." Hank rubbed his hands and walked back towards the cave's exit.

Then remembered to gather at least a single piece of evidence.

So, Hank returned back to the Bandit King and ripped his head off clean as evidence.

"That should be enough." Hank said, walking back towards the exit yet again.

And thus our Hero had finally legally committed mass genocide for once in his life.

Howdy, welcome to the end. I know I should get off of Project Nexus, I know that I should stop playing Payday. Sorry about being a lazy sack of shit, I probably should get a better habit, but hey, that's just me.

By the way, review, but don't flame me. Since I do read your reviews, and appreciate any type of support. I mean, how else do I feed my ego to the point where I'm comparable to Director Phobos?