3 Old Man

Arok helped everyone to move their result of the loots back to their headquarters. They had found quite a number of food, weapons, some everyday necessities, etc. They also brought some women to relieve themselves, there were quite a lot of men and they needed women to relieve their stress.

Arok had changed his clothes, he didn't want to wear his clothes for several days, he took a number of clothes on one random house in that village.

It would be his first time entering a bandit lair, from his memory the location was in the middle of the jungle.

Arok had to wipe his sweat since it was pretty hot today but he didn't complain since it was also formed of training. He had eaten a lot of meat a few days ago since it was a source of protein. He needed a muscle and if he only worked hard without caring about his nutrition he wouldn't get what he wanted.

Arok also placed some rocks on his body to train his stamina, he had been walking for several hours and he almost couldn't feel his legs.

"Haa...haa..." Arok almost lost his breath, he needed to break but took all of his willpower to walk. He walked along the group until he could see a group of people coming to them.

Gavin was laughing and talking with the group when he pointed his finger at the loots.

"Good job, we'll take it from here," one of the men said, as they were helping everyone move the loots back to their headquarters.

Arok didn't expect that everyone was very kind in this group, he almost didn't believe the scene he saw a few days ago, he shook his head, they were a pack and they were family, it was very normal to be kind to each other.

Arok was glad to enter this bandit group. If he was reincarnated into a slump, he probably didn't know what to do.

The slump was a very cruel place, though, they lived in the city, they didn't have freedom. They didn't have money, food, and rights.

Being a bandit was better, if you didn't have money, you could grab it from other people, if you were hungry, you could grab it from other people.

His morality had been destroyed since he had stayed with everyone for a few days, in his mind he was trying to live as long as possible and got stronger.

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Arok entered the headquarters and he could see many buildings were being made of wood, probably, it was easy to find woods in the jungle, that was why many of their home material was being made by woods.

Arok remembered his house, it was small and there was only one room, he didn't really care as long as he could sleep at night, he observed his house from the outside until he was satisfied, then he entered his house.

There was almost nothing in his house, Arok could only find a bed, a table, a chair, and some kitchen utensils there. Luckily, he had robbed quite a number of daily necessities, he could at least live comfortably here.

Arok had only one problem that was the toilet, he needed to dig a hole before he took his shit, he wanted to complain but he was living in the jungle, he was wondering if there was a toilet in town.

Arok tidied up his room and cleaned it up, he didn't want to live in a dirty place. He went to take a bath and changed his clothes. He wanted to meet this Sawyer Oldman to listen to his story. He took his machete and placed it on his belt. He wouldn't feel safe if he didn't bring his weapon.

Arok came out from his house and took a deep breath, he felt freedom in his new life, he had a family, friend, food, money, etc. He didn't lack anything but he knew everyone he had was coming from other people. He only hoped he didn't get any retribution or karma for robbing other people's rights.

In this world, Arok knew the people lived in the law of jungle or survival the strongest as long as he didn't meet anyone stronger than his bandit group it was fine but if they fought someone who was stronger than them?

Arok shuddered he needed strength to get his freedom, he didn't want to die powerless in front of absolute strength, he would get it even if he had to steal, rob, or take it from other people. He didn't realize it but something started to change inside his body.

Arok walked along the patch and greeted everyone he met during his walking, he had to admit there were many beautiful women here, he had fucked some of the women in the previous village but he wanted to do it again.

Arok shook his head, he had something more important to do than following the desire of his little brother. He walked for a few minutes until he found a garden of vegetable, even though they were a bandit, they still tried to do a farm by themselves. They would die of hunger if they always put everything in their bandit activities, they needed to produce their own food if they couldn't find any village or target.

Arok tried to find this Sawyer-old man, "SAWYER OLD MAN, WHERE ARE YOU!!" He felt tired searching for him aimlessly, he shouted his name loudly and tried to get his attention. It would be easier if he had a smartphone but there wasn't any smartphone in here.

"SAWYER-OLDMAN!!!" Arok shouted.

"SHUT UP!! I CAN HEAR YOU!!" Arok turned his head and saw a grumpy old man with a bald head, he had a lot of scars on his face, he would look intimidating if only he wasn't this short.

"What are you doing here?" Sawyer asked him.

Arok smiled and told him his purpose coming to him.