Chapter 29 - The Don and The Second Root 2 (1/2)
The night after the fall of the remnants of the Handdog gang, there's a secret organization that was hiding in his realm. The location was classified and only a selected individual knew about the place. Only death without a trial would be the severe punishment for those who weren't invited, personally, by their members.
Four people who were wearing a black cloak appeared on the Celtic-decorated assembly and moved to the circles to encircle the moonlight from the transparent glass that serves as the light of the hidden room.
On the center, there's a child tightly chained her legs and arms, lying down on the rectangular concrete table. She's struggling to escape from her tight spot. It had a symbol of several demons and ancient scribbles had been written on each corner.
Her eyes were wet, begging for help.
Her body kept trembling, begging for mercy.
”Everyone, we've come here for tonight to offer this maiden's soul to our creator. The village is full of sinners so we adhere to save them from the tyranny of false goddesses. This girl has been chosen, everyone. To serve as our path to the great demon lord. Our messiah who keeps watching us from his eternal tomb. And so, we shall begin the ritual.” said the leader of the cult, his face was covered with a hood.
The leader pulled out a rare knife and lifted it up with both hands tightly.
”May our Messiah bless us with more gold and let this soul make him happy to make us bold. Oh, messiah, give us more blessings for our future should retain our eternal upbringing,” the leader stabbed the heart of the little girl, blood scattered on the floor, and her eyes turned blank until she's already dry out.
Everyone who witnesses her brutal end clapped their hands as they praised the image of the demon statue with a figure of a Goat.
The newspaper fell down on the floor.
[New Objective: Save the Priestess. The life of the beautiful maiden is on the risk. Unable to save her will result in the user to die in vain. Luck will be demoted to negative forty and the user's life will become miserable.]
[Status: Completed.]
[New Objective: Destroy the unorganized gang located in District 2. The time limit is 20 days.]
[Status: Completed.]
[New Objective: Start a business. The time limit is 7 days.]
[Rewards: You will earn the right to marry a beautiful maiden.]
[Status: Given.]
[New Objective: Defeat the dark organization residing in the village. The time limit is 20 days.]
[Status: 16 days remaining.]
[Notification: Unable to complete all of this will give the user a deadly penalty.]
The newspaper's notes started to change into headlines.
[Virus Detection: Searching for master Aljen Mura a.k.a Hermes Archnemesis..... now begin.]
In the morning, the young Don kept doing his workout such as jogging, jumping jacks, and push up. He even added to his training the pull-ups and squat thrust to increase his muscles to his forearms and legs.
At exactly 8:00 in the morning, he would do some office work so he must keep his body in check in order to relieve himself from stress. Exercising every day would improve his health condition and kept his mind relax.
Improving your health without relying too much on his slime was exactly his main objective. This was always neglected by the reincarnators who was gifted with overpowered abilities that even an entire nation couldn't deal with, according to what he could still recall from his past life.
Since he was a young lad in his previous world, he often read some fantasy stories related to Isekai from several books. However, the books created by famous authors had disappointed him the most since they weren't given him an idea of how to live a normal life.
But thinking about that, he theorized that he might encounter a reincarnator like him someday. Somewhere nearby, he might be living like him inside of the characters in the game, and he must be studying his powers to become a powerful jerk in this universe.
All he might know that some of them might be stupid brats who were age below seventeen years who died by truck-san or died in a natural death with/without a tragic story. Or a NEET a.d.u.l.t in his previous life who wanted to live in this universe to fulfill his utmost d.e.s.i.r.e - second life.
His face turned wearily as he imagined an imm.a.t.u.r.ed individual who was carelessly building his harem for p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.
”God, I wish he won't regret doing it since the women in this world ain't even normal,” he muttered aside, rolling his pen on his fingers.
”My Don, it's about time for your shooting practice. Should I prepare your favorite gun, my Don?” asked Justin, showing his genuine face at his master's presence.
The young don raised his eyebrows and he smiled back, ”Yes, please.”
”Affirmative,” Justin lowered his head with respect.
*Bang*
”Man, I need more practice. Give me one more magazine, Justin,” he demanded.
Without a question, his servant handed over three magazines of his submachine gun.
The young Don changed the magazine and reloaded the gun. He set it in a semi-auto function this time.
He took a deep breath, concentrating his scope at the target. And in one pull of the trigger, the twenty bullets hit the target successfully.
”Hell yeah!” he cheered up, making guts pose.
Justin clapped as he praised his master.
”Congratulations, my Don. You improved your skills for the past few days of practice. Remarkable.”
Hermes rested his submachine gun on his shoulder and turned his face at his servant.
He raised his right eyebrows before he spoke, ”It was nothing. I still need to improve my shooting and increase my accuracy level.”
”No,” Justin shook his head, ”You've improved a lot. You shoot better than all your peers.”
”You're saying that since you're my butler. You can speak frankly, though. I won't get mad at all.”
Justin felt ill at ease but he heaved a sigh of relief when his boss told him that.