Level Up: Voidwalker

Chapter 13 - 13: I Am Not Your Lover

Atlas made up his mind and knew these slavers had to die. With that thought, he readied his dagger and tomahawk before scanning the injured scum as they tried to stand up. There were twelve alive and could potentially fight, but there were a lot more rolling around in pain.

After ensuring the Woolhorns were gone from this part of the forest, he jumped off the branch and landed with a thud before rushing toward the closest bandit, one of the less injured and already on one knee while breathing heavily.

When getting close, the man heard him and turned around with a look of shock written on his face, forcing Atlas to panic and wildly swing with his tomahawk, only to bury the blade into the bandit's temple with a sickening crunch.

The nausea churned within him, but he forced it aside, unleashing several Void Arrows at another four enemies. With many enemies to contend with, he resorted to his cunning nature, using the trees as cover as he darted around, aiming to confuse the slavers.

When the blue projectiles struck the unaware men and women, they let out shrill cries as the arrows pierced their bodies, sending them collapsing to the ground. He wasted no more time and darted around the battlefield, stabbing and slashing all the shocked slavers.

He advanced towards the wounded, swiftly dispatching them with fatal stabs to the head. With each grim act, Atlas found it easier to suppress the revulsion of taking life, which he found strange and confusing.

This grim acceptance drew him to the lessons of ancient history, where the line between survival and progress was often drawn in blood. Some tried to fight back but were taken out by Atlas's magic, which blew up in their faces before putting down the remaining slavers using his dagger or tomahawk.

Ten minutes passed by, he was now lying on his back while breathing heavily and covered in blood. Atlas was happy as he felt all the experience pouring into his body because he killed thirty-seven Apprentice-ranked slavers and seven badly wounded Adept-ranked scum.

Thanks to them being injured by the Woolhorn attack, giving him the upper hand in his ambush. Atlas lay there while catching his breath and checked his status.

[Level Up: 11→20]

[Experience: 550/1000]

[Experience Gained: 9500]

[Health: 148→216]

[Mana: 806→1044]

[Strength: 142→210]

[Stamina: 142>216]

[Charisma: 254→292]

[Intelligence: 140→214]

[Core Rank Up: Low→Mid]

[Core Points: 8400→13150]

[Core Points Gained: 4750]

[Void Arrow: 0→1]

'Nine levels for killing the slavers,' he thought, excited when he saw his gains for taking out the slavers. 'My status has increased.'

After checking his status, he shook his head before

She went bright red before exploding, ''I am not your lover, you cheeky devil!''

Atlas chuckled, ''I'm joking,'' he said before turning to the trader, ''It's good to meet you, Biric. Is everyone ready to go?''

The man nodded, ''Yes, it should take us a couple of hours to get to the village. Hopefully, we make it back before nightfall.''

''Okay, let's go. Amethyst and I will watch the surroundings while you lead the way,'' Atlas said.

Biric smiled before rushing over to the people wrapping cloaks around themselves. That's when Atlas remembered to check the leader's tent for any loot. When he walked off without saying anything, Amethyst became alarmed and followed him.

Atlas entered the tent and searched the slaver leader's possessions until he heard the Phoenix girl comment, ''Are you looking for his stash?''

''Yes, do you know where it is?''

Amethyst nodded before walking to the bed and flipping it with surprising strength for her size. When she did that, it revealed a hole with a small chest at the bottom, causing his eyes to widen.

While this was happening, a certain princess Atlas was connected to was in trouble, which was the start of her story and a meeting that would change two lives.