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Laxatives! Bring me laxatives !

A few kilometers west of eagle city.

A burly and muscular man carrying a 2 meter long spear was running as fast as he could through the forest.

"The natives here are too stingy!"

He cursed under his breath the looked back and shouted:

"Didn't I just rob some silver from you? Our enmity shouldn't be so strong right?"

"Problems about money should be solved with money not life…"

Swoosh!——

His pupils involuntarily shrank, he cut his words mid sentence, dodged to the side and continued running.

Bang!——

An arrow penetrated an a tree in the direct path he was running on, passed through the tree, and penetrated deeply into another tree.

From his peripheral vision, the muscular man saw purple smoke rising from the parts of the tree than had come in contact with the arrow.

'Such a strong poison!'

"If you give us back the money then we can consider letting you go!"

A shout came from the distance followed by two more poisonous arrows.

Swoosh!——

Swoosh!——

Bang!——

Bang!——

"You guys are going too far! Don't you know that even a cornered rabbit will fight back?!"

"Then stop and fight us!"

'I'm almost there, just a few hundred meters to go.'

"Ok I can give you the money!"

The arrows stopped coming for a while as if the people were considering his proposal.

"Then drop the silver on the ground!"

The muscular man that was dressed as a bandit was silent for a long time without any indication of dropping the money.

The people chasing him seemed to be angered and the number of arrows and their frequency started to increase.

Swoosh!——

Swoosh!——

Bang!——

Bang!——

"Fine! I admit it! I already spent the money."

"You dare play with me?! Shoot him to death for me!!"

The coming arrows seemed to turn into a small rain, dropping in a slightly wide range on which the bandit man was running in.

'are these people crazy?! Did they actually stop to shoot at me? Aren't they afraid I will slip away.

The man hit behind a tree, squatted down, covered his head and waited for the arrows to pass by.

After the arrows stopped, he got up, and removed the few arrows that hit him as he ran away.

Although the poison was visibly corroding his skin, the man seemed to be super human, his wounds healed at a very fast speed and all the poison was automatically expelled from his body.

As he ran, he still had the energy to shout back to his pursuers:

"Although I have already spent your money, I still have fifteen silver on me, if you need it…"

"You want to replace ten thousand silver with a mere fifteen silver?! You really don't take our chamber of commerce seriously!"

"Hurry up! Let's catch up to that despicable bastard! I want to make him an example of what happens when someone crosses our chamber of commerce!!"

Although the voice came from a distance away, the anger seemed to rise to the sky could clearly be heard in it.

'hoo, I finally arrived!'

The burly man let out a sigh of relief, and then jumped into a hole that was dug on the side of the route.

Even though the hole was not too big, it seemed just the right size for him to hide in.

After a while, a group of 13 people arrived near the place where he hid.

In the lead, was a man wearing clothes that distinguished him as a merchant, and behind him was a group of warriors wearing amour, swords hanging at their waists, and with most of them holding bows.

The moment they stepped into scene, some warriors seemed to notice something and their expressions changed wildly.

"Fuck! An ambush! Run!"

Unfortunately, the words had come too late.

The people were immediately shot into hedgehog.

Soaring Eagle sect, guest house.

In the room, Tony was lost in thought, seemingly still doubting his life, while Jeff was learning some basic martial arts from one of the sect deacons.

"Hmm… Is done like this?"

Jeff carelessly propelled himself forward with a jump, and threw a punch towards the nameless deacon1 without any hint of technique in his movement.

"Wha…"

Bam!——

Boom!——

Click!——

Boom!——

To the shock of the people at the scene, including Jeff himself, his small jump made him cover the distance of three meters faster than a blink, and his careless punch sent the deacon flying.

The force was so strong that the deacon hit the wall with his back, broke through it, and flew another three meters.

Looking at the flying deacon and scattered pieces of wall, Jeff felt his brain freeze for a moment.

'Are martial art techniques so strong?'

'Wrong! It felt like… this is the strength of my body?'

His eyes widened slightly.

'Am I so strong? Is the effect of the keyword?'

Click!——

Shing!——

Shing!——

Shing!——

Shing!——

The sound of countless swords being unsheathed instantly brought Jeff back to his senses.

He saw the nameless sect deacon2 standing a few feet further than he was standing earlier, clutching the sword at his waist as if he was ready to draw his weapon at any time, and looking at him warily.

Out of the hole in the wall, Jeff could see the sect disciples standing with their swords out, clearly forming some kind of fighting formation.

Behind him, Tony had stood up at some moment with his eyes widened.

'How did he increase his strength so quickly?! And what the heck is his keyword, breathing?!'

Jeff immediately raised his hands in the air to indicate that he meant no harm and tried to force a smile on his face.

He really didn't know how to explain himself, but he still tried.

"I… I didn't mean to do that… I.. I didn't know that he was so… weak?"

Puff!——

The nameless deacon1 who was trying to quickly stabilize his injuries immediately coughed up the blood he was holding in his chest and passed out.

Seeing that his companion's condition seemed to be very bad, the nameless sect deacon2 fiercely glared at Jeff, and barked out a few orders without moving his eyes away.

"Sam and Jake, quickly take him to the doctor!"

"Hank, go and report the situation to the sect elders!"

Seeing the situation, Jeff knew that he couldn't convince these people, so he could only go back to his seat.

Ignoring Tony who was staring at him with his mouth open, Jeff couldn't help punching the air a few times while marveling at his current strength.

'With this strength, would I be able to beat batman in a one on one fight?'

'If I continue increasing my strength, will be able to break mountains with my punches?'

'Will be able to fly with my own body?'

Thinking of the prospects of this life, Jeff's eyes couldn't help but light up in excitement and expectations.

The reluctance of transmigrating to another world and leaving his friends and family behind was reduced by half.

Tony looked at Jeff who was smiling like fool and he felt a lot of complicated emotions.

'I can't let things continue like this!'

'If I continue to fall behind like this, then my life and death will be at hands of the other party!'

'If I want to become a star warrior, then I can't let myself fail this simulation!'

'I will not let myself live a life of mediocrity!'

'I refuse to spend the rest of my life as a lower class citizen!'

Thinking so, a color of ruthless resolve flashed in Tony's eyes, he slowly sat down, pulled over the plate of, and continued to eat.

Some time later, the sect leader and sect elders arrived at the scene.

As they neared the building, they heard pained wails coming the house.

"…ouch…!"

"..burst.."

"..no… ouch!"

"It hurt..!"

".. damn it!.."

The sound was intermittent and muffled, as though someone was trying to gag the person.

Hearing the sounds, the elders immediately showed looks of anger and increased their speed.

The forth elder even cursed under his breath.

"Damn demons! They actually dare to torcher the disciples of our sect?!"

As they got closer, they saw that all the disciples were standing outside looking into the room, so the looks of anger on their faces subsided.

But soon their expressions became weird, because at this moment they could clearly hear the sounds coming from the house, and they could even see inside it.

"It's bursting! It's bursting! Damn it! It hurts! *Gulp*"

"My stomach is bursting!"

"Why does it hurt so much?! *Bite* *Gulp*'

Almost everyone had the same thought in their heads:

'If it hurts so much then put the drumstick down!'

In the house, Tony was rolling around the room with tears in his eyes, clearly unable to find a comfortable position to stay in.

He had a chicken drumstick in his right hand, and took bites in between his screams of pain.

Looking at this scene, Jeff immediately knew how lucky he was to get the keyword he got.

'Gluttony.'

'The vice of eating to excess, synonymous with the greed of food.'

'There is really no way around it, if you want to win with this keyword, then the only hope is in being ruthless to oneself.'

Jeff felt not only sympathy but also some admiration for Tony, if it were him, he would probably decide to lay flat and wait for the competition to be over.

"Should we call the doctor for you?"

"No! Laxatives! Bring me laxatives!"

Sorry for not updating frequently enough, I've been going through the most.

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