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20.47% Rebirth: I Was Born To Rule All Goddesses? / Chapter 26: Night of Lust and Loss

Capítulo 26: Night of Lust and Loss

Two weeks had passed since Turai's confrontation with Otto Boomsgath, and the town had slowly begun to return to life. The streets, once cloaked in fear and dominated by the criminal underworld, were now starting to feel safe again. With many of the thug groups eradicated thanks to Turai's actions, the townspeople walked with a newfound sense of security, even at night.

The moon hung low in the sky on this particular evening, casting a pale light over the town. South of the area where Turai's new orphanage stood, the streets were quiet, disturbed only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant bark of a dog. It was the kind of night that invited trouble, though most were blissfully unaware.

In a secluded corner of the town, a man of average height with silver hair was engrossed in an intimate moment with a woman. The woman, striking with her peach-colored hair and full lips, wore a revealing outfit—a short skirt and a top that left little to the imagination. They were lost in each other, oblivious to the world around them, as the man's hands roamed freely over her body.

"Let's take this somewhere else. Where we can stay all night and do things to each other." The man suggested as he pulled back for a moment to admire the lady's beauty.

"Well, where do you suggest we go by this time?" She asked with a smirk.

With eyes focused on her chest, the man replied. "I have no idea." He pulled closer and resumed kissing her.

High above them, standing atop a nearby rooftop, a dark figure observed the scene with cold detachment. The figure was clad entirely in black—leather pants, a shirt, and a long robe that billowed slightly in the night breeze. Even his shoes were black. His presence went unnoticed by the couple below, too absorbed in their unholy affair to sense the danger lurking above.

With a quiet grunt, the figure nudged a small pebble off the edge of the roof. It tumbled down, striking a larger rock near the couple with a sharp clack.

Crack!

The noise broke their trance, and the man pulled away, looking around in annoyance. His eyes scanned the dark alley, searching for the source of the disturbance. 

"Who's out there?" he shouted, his voice laced with irritation. "Get lost before I make you regret it!"

Silence returned, the night resuming its calm demeanor. The crickets resumed their chirping but the dogs seemed to have all stopped barking. The man, dismissing the incident as nothing more than a stray animal or a trick of the wind, turned back to the woman. His anger quickly forgotten, he leaned in to kiss her again, pressing her up against a nearby wall.

But just as his lips met hers, a cold hand landed on his shoulder. The touch was firm, like iron, and the man immediately froze. He pulled back, looking into the woman's eyes, which were now wide with terror. She wasn't looking at him—she was staring over his shoulder, at whatever was behind him.

Feeling a rush of fear but unwilling to back down, the man decided to confront whoever had dared to interrupt him. He spun around, ready to lash out, but the world suddenly tilted.

The sky and ground seemed to switch places, and he couldn't understand why everything felt so strange. It wasn't until he saw his own body still standing, his headless torso dripping blood onto the cobblestones, that the truth hit him.

"Fuck!" The realization struck him as his severed head hit the ground. "I can't believe I never got laid…"

Those were his last thoughts as darkness swallowed him.

The woman, too petrified to scream, remained pinned against the wall, trembling. Liquid dripped down her quivering legs but she didn't seem to mind.

When she finally gathered the courage to cry out, the sound never came. Her throat was sliced open by an invisible blade, the cut so clean and precise that it took her a moment to realize she was dying.

Pshhh~

Blood gushed from the wound, and she clutched her neck in a futile attempt to stem the flow. Within seconds, she crumpled to the ground, her life slipping away in a silent, gurgling choke.

The figure in black watched as the woman's body stilled, the last echoes of life fading from her eyes.

"It's a sin unless you're legally married. You both weren't." He then sighed, shaking his head as if in disappointment. Without another word, he turned and walked away, his footsteps silent against the cobblestones. The back of his robe bore a distinctive mark—a horizontal line with the number 6 etched beneath it.

In a blink, the figure disappeared into the shadows, leaving no trace of his presence behind.

Morning came slowly, the town waking to the sound of birds chirping and the first rays of sunlight piercing through the night's veil. On the quiet street where the couple had met their end, the owner of a nearby house stepped outside, eager to start the day. But the sight that greeted them froze them in their tracks.

Two bodies lay in the street, the man's head resting a few feet from his body, and the woman's lifeless form sprawled out, her blood still pooled beneath her.

"Ahhhhhh! Dead! Dead bodies!!" The homeowner's scream shattered the early morning calm, a cry of pure horror that echoed through the neighborhood.

The sound drew people from their homes, and soon a crowd had gathered, their faces pale with shock and fear. Whispers spread like wildfire, each person wondering who could have committed such a brutal act—and why.

As the authorities arrived and the scene was cordoned off, one thing was clear: the sense of safety that had begun to take root in the town was now in jeopardy.

The shadow of violence had returned, and with it, a new, unknown threat.

While this was happening, Turai was nowhere close by. He wasn't even in town at the moment. He'd run off on a job.


Capítulo 27: A Hunt With The Party

The first light of dawn had barely kissed the horizon when Turai was already wide awake. The young boy stood before a massive tree, its bark scarred from countless blows. This tree, with its thick, unyielding trunk, had become Turai's chosen training partner—a punching bag of sorts.

Boom!

Boom!!

Each strike he delivered reverberated through the tree, causing it to quiver and the surrounding air to hum with the force of his blows.

The surface of the tree bore evidence of his relentless practice. Two distinct sets of fist imprints marred the bark. The first set, smaller and shallower, belonged to Turai, a testament to his precision and consistency. He had pounded the same spot so many times that the bark had given way slightly, creating a depression just deep enough for his fist to nestle into.

The second set, however, was far more imposing. These belonged to Gareth, the so-called Human Boulder. His fists had sunk into the tree so deeply that the bark had torn on the opposite side, almost splitting the two-meter-thick trunk in two. It was a constant reminder to Turai of Gareth's superior brute strength, a challenge hanging in the air each time Turai looked at it.

For the past three days, Turai had been on a hunting trip with Hubert and the rest of the crew, miles away from the Town of Raynes. This time spent together allowed him to grow closer to the other members of the team. He had learned much from them, and they from him, forging bonds that were beginning to feel more like family.

There was Lyra, whose mastery over elemental magic was as impressive as her beauty was disarming. She had a way of bending the elements to her will that left Turai in awe. Then there was Finn, the reserved member of the group, whose stealth skills were so refined that even the group's experienced tracker, Marin, found them unparalleled. Gareth had once mentioned in passing that Finn used to be an assassin, a revelation that only deepened Turai's respect for the quiet man.

Elara, the party's healer, had proven her worth time and again. It was she who had saved Turai's life when he had been gravely injured in a previous encounter. Her healing abilities were extraordinary—deep cuts sealed within minutes under her care, and given enough time, even severed limbs could be reattached as though nothing had happened.

But it was Gareth with whom Turai felt the strongest connection. The man's larger-than-life personality was almost the opposite of Turai's own, and perhaps that was why the boy found himself drawn to him. Gareth had a way of making everyone around him feel at ease, his booming laughter and unyielding optimism a constant in the otherwise perilous life they led.

Gareth had been pestering Turai to join their party of six, but each time, Turai declined. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the offer—he just wasn't ready to commit to something that might pull him away from the orphanage and the children he had sworn to protect. But Gareth was relentless, never taking no for an answer.

The previous day, after noticing Turai training with the tree, Gareth had left a deep, intimidating punch mark in the bark as a challenge. "If you can do better, I'll grant you one request," Gareth had said, his tone light but his eyes serious. Turai, ever determined, had been training harder than ever since then, his mind focused on surpassing Gareth's feat.

His request, if he managed to do it? He wanted Gareth to stop pestering him about joining the group.

As Turai was getting into the zone, focusing on his next series of strikes, Hubert returned from wherever he had been. The others were still asleep, the campsite quiet saves for the crackling of the dying embers from last night's fire. Hubert's presence was calm but commanding, and Turai knew something important was about to happen.

"Gather round," Hubert called, his voice low but firm enough to rouse the others from their sleep. One by one, Lyra, Finn, Elara, and Gareth emerged from their tents, groggy but attentive.

Once everyone was assembled, Hubert began to brief them on the day's mission. "Today, we're hunting Grey Phantoms," he explained, his tone serious. "They're illusion-type monsters, manifestations of the memories of their victims. They look like ghosts but can take the form of loved ones lost, using their appearance to deceive and lure you into traps."

Turai listened carefully, his mind already turning over the information. Grey Phantoms were dangerous not just because of their ability to harm, but because of the emotional toll they could take on a person. Seeing a lost loved one, even knowing it was just an illusion, could shatter a person's resolve, leaving them vulnerable to attack.

"Stick to your teams, and remember—what you see may not be real," Hubert continued, his gaze sweeping over each member of the group. "Stay focused, and don't let your guard down."

With the briefing complete, the group split into two teams. Turai, Gareth, and Finn headed in one direction, while Hubert led Lyra and Elara in another. The air was tense with anticipation as they moved out, the quiet morning soon to be shattered by the hunt.

As Turai walked alongside Gareth and Finn, he couldn't help but glance back at the campsite where the others had gone. He was more connected to these people than he had ever been to anyone outside the orphanage, and despite his reluctance to join their party, he felt a deep sense of loyalty to them.

Gareth noticed the glance and gave Turai a reassuring pat on the back. "Don't worry, kid," he said with a grin. "We'll take care of these phantoms in no time. Then you can get back to trying to beat my record."

Turai smirked, his determination rekindled. "I'll do more than beat it, Gareth. I'll shatter it."

Gareth laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed through the trees. "That's the spirit!"

As they ventured deeper into the forest, the morning sun began to rise higher in the sky, casting long shadows that danced among the trees. The hunt was on, and Turai knew that today would be a test—not just of strength, but of will. 

And as always, he was ready.


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