The 11th Hamlet could be compared to the 10th hamlet in terms of living condition, housing structures and population — if it weren’t for the ironhand gang members residing in their settlement, their population would be the same as the 10th Hamlet’s.
Currently, it was evening and the sun had begun to lose its afternoon glory, the people of the Hamlet had started returning home from the farm. But unlike in the 10th hamlet, they all wore sad, sour expressions.
The women looked tired, annoyed, and in pain, all thanks to the ironhand gang members who made it a habit to assault them daily.
While they had fathers, brothers, and even lovers, none of them dared speak against the gang members.
Of course, it wasn’t because they lacked courage, but because they were being careful.
Those who had been courageous enough to challenge the gang members had been taken away from the Hamlet, never to be seen again.
At that moment, six of those despicable cultists sat leisurely around the storage house, discussing their mischievous achievements—how many women they had had their way with and how many homes they had destroyed.
Two of them even have a beautiful young lady sitting on their lap as they discussed. They kept touching them inappropriately even despite the protest of the ladies.
"Where are Baije and the others?" one of them suddenly asked.
"Those bastards have left the Hamlet since morning to escort those beautiful ladies to the stream," another replied.
"We all know what they might be doing right now, hahahah," the asker laughed heartily, tapping his knees.
"Baije has a big rod, he is going to cripple those young ladies, haha."
"Two of those ladies were married, I want to see the expression of the husband when his woman comes limping home with semen dripping from her leg."
Six of them continued cracking jokes and laughing.
Some of the young men passing by heard them and were disgusted. Regardless, they could not afford to challenge the gang.
A few minutes passed as the gang members continued discussing, when a boy of around seven years old rushed to tell them something.
The six halted their discussion, grabbed their swords, and rushed toward the border of the Hamlet.
"This is where you live?" Ragnar asked the three young ladies beside him, observing the sorry state of the 11th Hamlet.
Noah was standing on his other side, observing the Hamlet with a calm expression—a contrast to the rage that had marked his face when he beat the last gang member to death.
The three young ladies looked more relaxed in their presence. After the talk from Ragnar and Noah, they accepted them as their saviors—men who wouldn’t use the disguise of heroism to force his way with women.
"Yes," they replied cheerfully.
’Their Hamlet looks just the same as ours, most of the huts are in bad shape, and the passersby don’t look healthy either,’ thought Ragnar. ’Not a problem at all, this will be added to my list of territories in a few hours.’
Ragnar turned to Noah. "Are you ready for some action?"
Noah’s gaze drifted to his friend’s, and a smile blossomed on his face as he reached for the grip of his sword. "Of course."
Both returned their gaze to the Hamlet and took bold strides forward.
As soon as they set foot in the territory....
|| You’ve entered a new territory: 11th Hamlet. || Onyx announced.
|| First conquest mission has been triggered... Revealing details ||
Mission: Conquer the 11th Hamlet
Details: This Hamlet is currently under the false leadership of lousy, perverted freaks. As a honourable leader, you must free the people from these freaks.
Reward: Unlock [🛞 Wheel] feature, 500 XP
Penalty: 2 Levels would be deducted
Ragnar slowed his walking pace to study the details of this new mission for a few seconds. A smile blossomed on his face as he saw the rewards. I knew something good would come out, he thought.
Ragnar closed the window and walked even faster.
As they strolled through the streets of the settlement, their unfamiliar faces and the leather armor they wore (which they had looted from the deceased gang members’ corpses) sparked rumors among those who saw them. They suspected they were part of the gang and began closing their doors while whispering among themselves.
"The gang has sent more recruits, this is bad!"
"They look very young and innocent. Have they been infected by the disease of the other gang members?"
"I am sure they are already infected, look, those three young ladies are with them, who knows what they are planning to do?"
"Darlin, come inside the house, I don’t want those pervs to set their eyes on you."
Ragnar could hear most of their chatter, but his confident, calm look did not waver.
As they took several steps forward, a group of six men adorning the same piece of armor as the guys they killed in the forest arrived and blocked their path.
The men took some time to observe the women. They noticed they were the same women who had left with their colleagues to the stream in the morning.
Nevertheless, the ladies looked fine now, brimming with confident smiles, and none of their colleagues were in sight.
They stood with two young innocent-looking teenagers who now had the armor of their colleagues, which the men easily recognized as theirs.
One of them quickly pointed his sword at the five of them and demanded in a suspicious tone, "Where are Baije and the rest, and who the fuck are you two scrawny little bastards? Why do you have our men’s armor?"
The other gang members drew their weapons and pointed them at the two of them.
Hearing the altercation, some people who had retired for the day began opening their doors to witness the commotion outside.
"Yes, come out and witness my heroic deeds," Ragnar grinned as he glared fiercely at the men in front of him.