3 Dishonorably Disrobed.

[ Roger, roger ]

It didn't seem as if the System fully understood what he meant by reequipping the robes. Suddenly he felt something light resting on top of his armor. Blinking a few times the rboes had been integrated as an outerlayer to his armor. He felt like a Jedi for a moment before he let out a soft sigh.

This isn't what I meant.

[ At least its fashionable. ]

That wasn't the point. The young man screamed in his heart, he felt as if his mind was about to explode. It was as if he was wearing a short sleeved open buster which was tucked into the carapace of his power armor suit.

Glancing to the side however he found a small figure within a few meters of himself. They were about four feet in height and had plenty of baby fat on their face. His eyes narrowed.

It was the child who had reached out to touch him before and practically give away his location to the now disrobed and completely nude and defenseless girl on the ground before him.

"Mama says that you shouldn't undress ladies without their permission."

The voice was small, it lacked fear and sounded surprising virtuous for that of a child's. Pursing his lips slightly he knelt down to their height. "I don't need permission to strip enemies of the Water Strider Sect." His smile was shameless, vicious and one might even believe it be perverse.

His eyes were twinkling too as he said this. It was as if he was making it appear to look like he was doing the right thing. He was then approached by the child's mother and gently tugged the child's collar to try and take them away from the stranger.

His eyes wandered over to the empty burlap ragged bag which was slung over the woman's shoulder. "Can I have that?" He asked, reaching a hand out for the bag with a slight grin across his face. The bag was large enough to fit the unconscious female from toe to neck. It was perfect for transporting a prisoner.

"S-sure… Anything you want… friend?" The woman wasn't sure whether or not Jack was a friend or a foe, or just someone passing by. Though he had saved them, she assumed he was an immortal. And due to thinking this, all he had done might have just been for his own advancement.

The assumption wasn't wrong, but it wasn't right either. He was in an unknown world and while his System was able to access this world's database somehow, he assumed he wouldn't be getting all the information he needed. He also didn't understand how he got here either.

Brushing a finger beneath his nose, he took the bag when it was handed to him and he then proceeded to open the shop menu. Blinking a few times looking through the items that could be found. It was clear that the shop had been updated with items and upgrades to pre-existing items to fit more into this world.

This included Qi Circulation Lock Cuffs which could be used against mid-rank cultivators without losing duration. This Zu Foundation Cultivator wouldn't be able to use their strength or skills. A grin formed over his lips as his eyes moved back towards the unnamed female.

Her nose scrunched up slightly, as if she could read his thoughts.

Reaching over her would grasp her wrists and quickly clamp on and lock the cuffs on her wrists. They had biometric locks, so the only one who could open them was him.

[ Achievement Completed: Captured a Level 8 Zu Cultivator alive. 4000 EP Rank Up. ]

Jack's eye twitched slightly seeing that the System had given him eminence points for capturing one of them alive. Would he continue to get points by capturing Cultivators alive should they be of different levels? This was definitely an interesting thought which made him grin.

"I could use the Brainwashing technique to recruit them as soldiers," He hummed aloud as he would take out some duct tape and bind her legs. Jack them proceeded to bag the unconscious disciple and tighten the end around her neck.

Slinging her over his shoulder, opposite of the one with the rifle, he would look over at the group of people who had been saved by his sudden action.

Taking a step forward however, the entire group tensed. They had witnessed him kill someone from over eight hundred meters away with a flick of a finger. They also witnessed his predatory gaze on the woman he had captured. On top of that, he could even blend into his surroundings.

Well, now Jack was a Rank Eight. He felt stronger and various other functions began to unlock themselves. When he had looked at the items in the shop once more, there was more things which had been unlocked.

Ever since he played the game he hadn't used any transports except for hover jets and attack copters. His main choice of class was a sniper with a tactician subclass. He liked tricking people into ambushes, setting up traps and turrets to take enemies by surprise.

When he had stepped closer once again, he raised a brow as the people took a step away. It was almost like seeing a mass of flesh moving all at once. "Relax." His eyes scanned over the humans which could be seen before him. There wasn't anything they needed to fear, but there was no helping it.

Kneeling down, he would rest the unconscious female on the ground, face down. He kept her in the sack as he pulled out her long hair. From what he knew about psychological effects, cutting one's hair definitely put a toll on the mind. Especially if they saw their hair a part of their identity.

Grasping a large amount of the girl's hair, he lightly pulled it. Her head lifted off the ground slightly; revealing some mud on her forehead and nose. He proceeded to draw his molecular knife.

"WAI–"

One of the surviving Elders called out, trying to stop him. However he paused, cutting himself off as he watched Jack cut the girl's hair with the knife. Leaving singed ends as if her hair had been burnt.

"Huh…?"

The old man was wearing tattered hemp robes. He had a long beard which usually symbolized wisdom and bushy brows. He was generally bald except for the few random hairs on the top of his head. In his hands was a single walking stick which seemed to be the most valuable thing amongst the entire group of people and their personal belongings due to it having distinctive engravings and smooth surface. It even had ivory embedded in it? What a nice stick.

After having cut the hair though, the girl's face was planted right into the dirt once again.

Some of the kids couldn't help but giggle snort at the sight of the prisoner's face being covered in mud. Plus the fact that Jack was stuffing the hair into the bag down the back of the woman's neck. It would sure give her an irritated feeling as soon as she woke up.

It'll only get worse.

"Can I help you old sir?" Jack asked with a pseudo-English accent which sounded oddly polite, yet felt mockingly familiar to someone of superior stature.

"…" The old man's eyes were like little black pebbles. His gaze pierced right through him, before small smile appeared over his lips. It was as if he was able to see what kind of person Jack was, even if he was putting off a strange vibe. "This old man asks the young man who saved us, most of us, to protect us further. We will share all that we have."

Jack stood there for a few moments as he was putting the girl over his shoulder again; not bothering to clean off her face. His eyes then gazed upon the younger women who were amongst the bunch. He had clear interest in some of the ones that looked around his own age, if not a few years younger or older.

His initial thought was that he could build a harem, it was a fantasy, yet he could actually execute it here. People who had power had the capability to do anything, so as long as he could get to the top.

"In that case lets perform a headcount. I might be able to provide transport to another location for you guys to resettle."

…

After about an hour of getting the people situated, he learned that there was around eighty five people present. A fourth of them were children while less than a quarter was elders. Most of them were young women who were either single or widowed. There were no young men present except for children around twelve years old.

"A ninety meter transport could be used for this…" He muttered to himself. In the base game there were plenty of game modes. Some of them involved shooting enemies, while there were also events which were used to evacuate civilians from hostile areas.

These transports came in various sizes, some of them could even go into space and travel to different planets. Though the interplanetary transports could only be used by higher ranked soldiers, unless the mission supplied them. Letting out a soft sigh, Jack would open the shop once again and turn away from the people.

His hand was firmly placed on the girl's behind, every now and then his fingers flexed, gently squeezing at the tight structure in his grasp. With his other hand he scrolled through the shop until he got down to transports and stared at a low-atmospheric troop carrier. It was far from luxurious, but it could hold up to a hundred people and was ninety three meters in length and a third that in width.

Suddenly when he hit the blue access button beneath the picture and description, he watched as the Troop Carrier materialized in the form of various pixelized polygons before taking its shape and solidifying. It was rather mesmerizing to see.

There were ooo's and awe's from all the women, children and even the remaining elderly folk. They had never seen such a thing happen. Was this some sort of skill of the immortals? Or was this just outright magic?

This magnificent carrier appeared to be a dark-grey blue rectangular prism with rounded off edges. There were viewport windows in the cockpit area as well as several other view points within the passenger compartment. As the circular door opened and a ramp lowered for the people to enter, Jack would waltz up the ramp and disappear as he turned the corner.

Without hesitation the people began to follow him onto the transport. Once they were inside they noticed this entire thing was made out of metal.

"How is this supposed to fly?" An elderly woman asked skeptically.

"Maybe it's like one of those Immortal's swords?" An old man suggested, tapping his cane on the floor. They could hear the hollow echoes rippling beneath their feet.

Once everyone was on board the door would have closed slowly, the ramp was then retracted into the outer hull before being sealed.

Meanwhile Jack would have placed the girl form before on the floor by the pilots chair and sat down and began doing the standard take off procedures. Though as soon as he turned on the vessel, he noticed that he didn't immediately go into third person.

"This is going to be interesting," he'd say as he had never done this in first person before. His eyes glared at all the instruments. A lot of them were very much like a conventional plane's, but at the same time were several thousand times more complex and advanced.

Within a few moments the transport began to hover. Everyone scattered, tripped over one another before suddenly his voice boomed from the loud speakers. "EVERYONE TAKE A SEAT." The transport leveled out, allowing everyone to sit down and pull down the safety bars, copying one of the kids who had done it accidentally. They had all been locked into their seats.