Amara was clearly perturbed, her breaths ragged and labored as fatigue weighed heavily on her. With each exhale, wisps of hot air escaped her lips, mirroring the waning strength of her magical barrier. Finally, like a flickering mana crystal lamp on the verge of extinguishing, her barrier faltered and dissipated into nothingness.
Like a pair of gophers, the bandits cocked their heads excitedly. Sensing their opportunity, they abandoned their mundane game of cards and turned their attention to the vulnerable prey before them.
A perverse grin spread across their faces as they eagerly advanced towards the cornered lamb, their anticipation palpable as they prepared to indulge in something far more thrilling than their previous pastime.
"Kekeke," one of them chuckled darkly. "Your resistance was admirable, but you only delayed the inevitable."
The other man licked his lips, his gaze trailing over her exhausted form, slick with sweat. "You religious types are so wasteful," he accused, throwing himself on top of her like a bloated toad. "How can you bear to go through life without making use of the wonderful body that your god so graciously gave you?"
"But don't worry," the other man encouraged with a twisted smile. "We'll play our part and give your pipes a good cleaning. Proper maintenance is long overdue, right? Keke!"
"The boss's meat sword is so massive he'll never suspect you've already been used," reassured the other man, more to himself than the healer. "After all the waiting you put us through, you better be tight as shit."
"Hey, wait a minute," demanded the other bandit. "Who the hell died and made you king, huh? Why do you get to go first? Let's measure cocks; the smaller one gets to go first," he argued confidently.
The other man cringed at the bizarre suggestion. "What the hell? That's creepy as fuck! Just flip a coin, you weird bastard!"
The man looked a bit disappointed, but he conceded to the idea and fished a copper coin from his pocket. "Then here goes," he remarked, flicking the metal into the air. "And no take-backsies!"
Before the coin could complete its descent into the man's waiting hand, a boot from behind found its mark in that vulnerable spot between his legs."
"Hic!"
A high-pitched squeal escaped his lips as he doubled over, crumpling to the ground in agony. Standing behind him was a youth with silver hair and stern butterscotch eyes, his expression unfriendly.
DING!
[Seeds of Ruin]
[Quest Difficulty: C
A Goblin Shaman—an anomalous monster driven by an insatiable thirst for power and control has somehow obtained the forbidden knowledge of an esoteric science.
For the past two years, it has commanded a formidable horde of goblins to capture highly fertile human females. These unfortunate women are then used as vessels to birth genetically superior goblin offspring. If properly indoctrinated, these demihumans possess the potential to unleash untold havoc upon the world.
Clear Conditions: A new victim has recently been procured to conceive another child. Your task is to neutralize the Goblin Shaman and its horde, freeing the prisoners before any further harm can be inflicted.
Rewards:
▪︎ EXP +15,000
▪︎ Runetablet
▪︎ 90 Gold
Quest Failure:
▪︎ Prolonged suffering of the prisoners
▪︎ Emergence of a formidable new species
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