First Light of a New Age

Chapter 89: The Rock

An: In this chapter, this is the moment where you all have been waiting for, where all the fun and a major important part of the story!

Ready for your snacks and drinks, my fellow readers. This is where the fun part begins!!

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"Hahaha! Lambs to the slaughter!"

As the cyclops's deep, yet almost playful voice echoed in the dead of night, the bodies of everyone present shivered and the very air itself seemed to vibrate as it congratulated his appearance.

He hefted his giant club he wielded on his shoulder and the beads he wore across his broad chest clattered and danced with each movement.

"Hehehe… look at their faces. They look like sniveling rats!"

At his words, the hundred men under his command burst into cold and cruel laughter.

He wasn't wrong, though. The moment most of the people who gazed at him were able to fully capture his presence, they were shaking profusely.

Was it because they were surrounded by a hundred people? No, not really. They’d faced dangers before and come out unscathed.

Then what was it? What could cause such fear among the very people that had experienced safe travels thus far?

It had to do with the cyclops himself.

“T-that’s… Polyphemus!”

“What’s he doing here? H-how...?”

“This is bad... really bad!”

The voices of the scared men reached the ears of the giant dark-skinned cyclop, and he threw his head back, bursting out into more laughter.

"Looks like you're not totally blinded by the darkness. You all know how fucked you are!"

More laughter echoed from the men around. They were all dressed considerably casually. Other than the scattered Magic Artifacts and crude weapons that they wielded, they looked like mere ruffians than warriors.

One could even think they weren't really serious about the plunder and slaughter they were intending on partaking in.

The reason for their lackadaisical attitude towards their gear and even proper defensive measures was due to the colossal being that was their champion.

Polyphemus. The Warrior of Blood and Iron!

Or, as most called him... The Rock.

He was one of the Eight Heads of the Mercenary Gang. A savage warrior who craved the blood of his victims and loved the thrill of battle. His mere presence alone was enough to elicit sheer intimidation, and his strength commanded a fearful respect.

Even his name was enough to make one tremble.

Even Yuri, the fearless warrior of the ExRump Corporation, was not immune to the pressure he exuded.

“How… did you get in here? W-what happened to the buyer?” she managed to ask while summoning her blade and settling into a battle stance.

“Oho? This bitch has got some nerve… asking me questions like that…”

Yuri's gaze squinted slightly, showing just how intimidated she was of her opponent. But she refused to back down.

“Well, let’s see…” Polyphemus sneered.