Chapter 102: Murder and Robbery

“Kid, what do you want!” Holding back his breath and enduring intense pain,Siler struggled to stand up. Glaring at the brat across from him, he sneered and asked. The pain in his body made him want to cry, but the cold look in that kid’s eyes made him realize what might happen next. His heart began to pound anxiously, yet exhausted as he was, he had no strength left to do what he wanted.
“Heh, what else could I do? I was just worried about you, so I came back to check. See, I’m actually a good person, right? I risked my life to save you. But it seems it’s already over. Hey, what a shame!” After staring atSiler for a moment, a mysterious smile appeared on Rod’s lips. He moved slightly and stood in front ofSiler, saying calmly to the wary man.
“You… don’t need your concern. Get lost! Hmph, I’m letting you go today—don’t make me encounter you again!” Rod’s words madeSiler’s face turn pale and red alternately. That damned guy! If not for him, he would have escaped long ago and wouldn’t have ended up trapped by the saber-toothed tiger like this. Ridiculous! You came to see me just because I almost lost my life? Nonsense! It seems more like you’re here to clean up the mess!
“Well, actually, I didn’t want to come either. But there are still things unresolved. Alright, now that the saber-toothed tiger is dead, tell me—why did you kill me and steal my things today? Since that’s the case, I should do something in return now!”
With a cold smile, Rod waved the Dark Dragon in his hand. The sky was gray, and at dawn, the Dark Dragon appeared even darker. Rod’s sneering expression madeSiler’s heartbeat accelerate. He stood quietly across from him, smiling mockingly atSiler’s pale face.
“Bastard, what exactly do you want? Just say it, and I’ll do it!” With both of his companions killed and himself in this state,Siler lost control completely. Ignoring the consequences, he shouted loudly. That smile made him uncomfortable, that expression oppressed him. He didn’t want to go on like this. What was coming couldn’t be avoided. He knew it from the moment that guy appeared—today, he wouldn’t escape a bad fate. So, might as well face it head-on.
“Heh, still in a hurry? Not bad. Hmph, robbery. Damn bandits! I’ll teach you how to spell ‘mistake’! You have to pay for what you do, right?”

With a cold snort, his expression changed drastically, turning gloomy. Looking at the man who had once tried to kill him, he realized that he had almost lost his life at the hands of these three. It was only thanks to a sudden surge of luck that he managed to escape; otherwise, he would likely already be a dead body, unable to stand here. At the thought of this, a hint of murderous intent unconsciously appeared on his face.

“What… what do you really want?” Unable to bear Rod’s gaze, his face turned pale instantly, and all his earlier confidence vanished. Fearing, he stepped back and asked in a trembling voice.

“Hehe, you’ll know soon enough!” Suddenly, the Dark Dragon in his hand swung violently, and a sword was thrust at his opponent.

“No… please, don’t kill me!” Sitting collapsed on the ground, cold sweat pouring down,Siler now found Rod more terrifying than even the saber-toothed tiger he had encountered before. That gaze made him feel as if he were being hunted by a beast—no, even more terrifying!

His mind completely collapsed. No one is fearless; no one would risk their life recklessly. Those are just lies, nonsense spoken when the mind is clouded by passion. Even if someone does it, they will realize the coldness and fear at the moment of death, but by then it will be too late.

Siler was not that kind of person. He realized things quickly, so he began to fear death and beg for mercy.

“Hehe, scared now? I bet you’ve killed quite a few people. Have you ever thought about their fear? Have you ever experienced their feelings? Now you do, right?” Holding the sword in one hand, he stood arrogantly in front of the collapsedSiler, pointing at his throat, speaking coldly with overwhelming dominance. Without waiting for the other to speak again, he thrust the Dark Dragon downward sharply.

Ah… a scream echoed as the long sword pierced through the opponent’s shoulder from the back and emerged quickly, leaving a trail of blood. Still indifferent, he struck again before the scream even stopped, piercing the left shoulder as well.

“No… please, don’t kill me. I don’t want to die. Really, I really don’t want to die. Please spare me! I’ll give you everything—I have it here. Three silver-grade magical beast cores, a silver magical beast tusk, over a thousand gold coins, and… many other things. I’ll give them all to you. Please, don’t kill me!” Sweating profusely and his face twisted in pain,Siler pleaded desperately.

“Hehe, no rush. I’ll let you go so you can take revenge on me?”

With a cold smile, as if hearing some joke, Rod asked. He certainly didn’t want to create such a terrifying enemy at this stage.
“No… really not. I absolutely won’t retaliate. If you let me go, I promise I won’t. Is this not enough? Fine, I can give you more! Just let me go and tell me your Magic Crystal Card account number, and I’ll transfer money to it. How about ten thousand gold coins? Not enough? Twenty thousand? That’s all I have—there’s really nothing more!”
Gritting his teeth and gasping for air,Siler continued to plead desperately.
“That much? Heh, it seems you’ve killed quite a few people! Bastard, someone like you deserves to die. Thinking I’m a fool and letting you transfer money to me after releasing you? I don’t lack that kind of money. Die!”
With another cold laugh, the Dark Dragon appeared once more. This time, the world fell utterly silent—no noise at all, only the sound of the wind and blood flowing.
With a single strike, Rod severed the other man’s throat and major arteries, leaving him no chance to speak. WatchingSiler collapse with wide, terrified eyes and an expression of resentment, Rod spat disdainfully, retracted the Dark Dragon, and crouched down to search him. This guy had just said he had valuable things on him—how could Rod let that go? He’d already committed murder and arson; what was left but robbery? Ridiculous!
After a brief search, as expected, he quickly found a package. “Hmm, good stuff!” Rod murmured, looking at it.
As expected, they were all ruthless thieves. Truly wealthy—just this one package was worth at least ten thousand gold coins. It was a magic bag, something he had only read about in books or heard mentioned by others.
It was created by a powerful space magic caster above the level of a mage, using their magic along with top-quality materials and space magic crystals.
Don’t underestimate this small bag—the space inside it was actually quite large. An ordinary magic bag could hold up to three cubic meters, while a good one could hold ten. Some even more powerful ones could reach a hundred cubic meters. There were also divine-level magic bags created by legendary mages after going through immense hardships, with a success rate of only one in a thousand, capable of holding thousands of cubic meters of objects.

Although this magic bag is only three cubic meters in size, its value is definitely over ten thousand. You see, such bags can only be crafted with the help of a mage, along with spatial materials and crystals, and the success rate for a mage is merely 0.5 percent, 5 percent for an archmage, and only 10 percent for a god mage. Given these low success rates, the cost of materials and effort alone is worth over ten thousand gold coins. Adding labor costs and other expenses, even if priced at fifty thousand gold coins, such a magic bag would still be impossible to sell.

“I’ve found something great!” Rod grinned, suppressing the urge to laugh out loud, and muttered excitedly, “This damn guy must be really rich. I guess he stole this too!” Looking atSiler’s corpse on the ground, Rod couldn’t help but whisper to himself.

Looking inside, Rod almost jumped up in surprise. Indeed, there were three crystals and a horn—exactly the horn of a one-horned rhinoceros—along with many pieces of equipment and weapons. The gold coins, as mentioned, numbered over a thousand, along with two amethyst coins. More importantly, this guy even revealed that he had a secret manual on using combat energy, exactly what Rod needed.

Rod might not realize that such a manual on combat energy was actually worthless to people like them; he foolishly considered it a treasure. After all, everyone else had grown up surrounded by knowledge about combat energy. Such books could be bought easily, so it was normal thatSiler hadn’t mentioned them.

Damn fool—he really caused harm to many people. Watching these items, Rod sighed inwardly, wondering how many people had suffered before this guy could get his hands on them.

“Don’t worry, bro. I’ll keep them for you!” With a smirk, Rod took the bag without hesitation and searched again but found nothing else. But that was enough. After dissecting the two saber-tooth tigers and collecting their skeletons, he left peacefully to search for the bodies of the other two people he had killed.

He also found many valuable items on those two, worth over a thousand gold coins each, but they paled in comparison toSiler’s possessions.

“Well, considering all this money, I’ll give you guys a place to live! Hehe, I kill and rob, but I never set fires.” Holding his heavy bundle, Rod grinned and, in a generous mood, buried these guys properly.

Killing and robbing are really such good things? After finishing everything, Rod, in high spirits, couldn’t help but mutter to himself. Looking up, he realized it was already early morning. He stretched, feeling tired, so he stopped moving and found a safe place to cultivate and recover.