Chapter 731: Furry Bodyguard (1/2)

*Roooooaaaaarrr!!!!*

”Argh! No!! Help!!”

”Help me!!”

”No! I don't want to die!! Please spare me!!”

”Stranger!! I surrender!! Please let me leave!! I promise I will never return again!!”

”Me too!! Argh!!”

”No!! Boss, help us!!”

”Damn!! Get this foul beast away from me!!”

There was total mayhem within the platoon.

Rocky who's busy dodging attacks, can't help but show a bitter expression on his face. He gritted his teeth as he held on to his left arm...or whatever's left of it at least. His face is covered in blood, there are numerous wounds on his body.

Wherever he went, he can see the panicked faces of his men. Majority of them are severely injured, some were missing limbs, others turned into shredded corpses floating around.

His platoon...whatever's left of it, was done for. Judging by their current situation, there's no telling if their corpses will even make out of this place.

Bitterness rose from the depths of his heart, it only got stronger when he saw the fate of his close friends, all of them were dead, not even an intact corpse was left of them. Hank's lower half was missing. Adie's head was swimming in space and Gil...he can't even see him anywhere anymore. The last time he checked, only a finger of his managed to escape.

Who would've known that their endings would be this cruel? It was a mistake coming here from the very beginning. Now that he thought of it, he felt endless regrets plaguing him.

There's an unofficial rule within the Outsiders...

'Never mess with the Insiders'. It's simple really. Not that hard to remember nor that east to forget. Of course, there are some caveats attached to this rule such as Outsiders are allowed to retaliate when they are attacked and they are entitled to resources from the borders of the Divine Realm all the way to depths of the Outer Worlds.

They can negotiate with the Insiders, too. Keep things civilized to maintain the diplomatic relationship between camps since despite their circumstances, the camps are still connected to each other.

Now did Rocky, with all of his charismatic leadership and intelligence considered this rule? The answer is simple...never.

To Rocky, there are no Outsiders or Insiders. There's just Scavengers. Everyone does this for their own survival. It's either to eat or be eaten. This has always been the rule he followed and it's because of this, Rocky pushed himself to become stronger in order to carve out a piece of the world for himself.

He succeeded...kind of. But he never realized that there is a possibility that his refusal to acknowledge the established norm of the world around him, will come back and bite him in the ass.

So much for his bravado and his fearsomeness. Didn't he acted all high and mighty when he told his men to get ready for harvest? Now look at him. Trying to escape with his tail between his legs, losing an arm in the process. He was reduced into this wretched state because of his arrogance...and the most painful thing about this?

All of this...literally...all of it. Could've been avoided if he reeled in his greed even just a tiny bit.

Alas...regret doesn't come first...it always comes last.

”STRANGER!!!” Rocky screamed on top of his lungs, ”I KNOW YOUR WATCHING!! We admit defeat!! We lost!! Leave my men a way out!!! They have families.”

”Oh so now, you're playing the family card.” The strangers voice fell into their ears, his tone was rich with sarcasm. ”Well, guess what Outsiders, I have one too. Surprise!? But be honest now...did any of considered that upon intruding this place? You know of my presence. You know what I'm here for. It's not like I'm purposefully fighting with resources against you guys, I'm here under official orders. Did stop you though?”

”...”

”Right!? A fat 'No!' on that one.” The stranger continued. ”You were focused on profit and literally nothing else. You never intended to spare me in the first place. Hell I'd say that you guys will hunt me down if you could since you wanted to steal my things as well.”