Chapter (7) The Wandering God

New York City,

United States Of America.

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The bustling streets of New York City are a world of their own. The air is thick with the sounds of car horns, chatter, and the occasional screech of tires.

The city's iconic yellow taxis weave through traffic, while people walk hurriedly on the sidewalk, caught up in their own little worlds.

As It's almost evening, and most are returning from their offices, while others are like nomads wandering around the city for no reason.

In the midst of this chaos, a young couple stands on a street corner, engaged in a casual conversation.

Sarah, a petite brunette with bright blue eyes, clutches her boyfriend's hand as they lean against a lamppost.

Suddenly, the man pushes her against the lamppost and greedily slurps her lips, like a reptile devouring a bug.

Seconds flow by, and the brunette's panties are dampened with strange substance, much like her mouth from the man's saliva, while stars sparkle in her blue eyes.

Now she moves away, her once pink lips now swollen.

"So, babe, what do you think of that new movie?" Sarah asks, her voice filled with excitement while the pain of teeth marks still lingers on her lips.

Her boyfriend, Sandrew, a tall and lanky guy with sandy hair, chuckles.

"Well, I think the plot is decent, but the special effects are a bit over the top, don't you think? Haha... how could a man fly... Stupids... that too without wings... morons... they are just violating science."

"I think so too, darling, but don't you think the romance is fine, especially that kiss in the funeral scenes, where the hero takes down the widow wife of the enemy," Sarah says lovingly, her words hinting at their next cosplay session.

They both laugh, blissfully unaware of the impending danger that lurks nearby.

A black Mercedes, its engine growling with power, slowly closes in on them.

Inside the car, the driver's face contorts in frustration as he shouts curses, though people in the area become aware.

But slaves of carnal desires such as Sarah and Sandrew don't know about it until it draws pretty close to them.

"Stupid piece of junk! These brakes are failing me again! Damn it, who will I have to kill this time ... God, you must want me to do your work, you lazy ass," the driver exclaims, his voice laced with anger and panic.

And worst of all, he forgets to honk the horn because when he was driving, he saw a man pressing on a woman's breast, thus momentarily forgetting that his car can honk too.

Sarah's laughter fades as she notices the approaching car out of the corner of her eye. Panic fills her voice as she screams,

"Babe, watch out!"

"Damn, who the fuck..." Sandrew shouts.

But it's too late. The screeching tires and the blaring of car horns fill the air, drowning out Sarah's desperate plea.

Just as everyone braces themselves for a tragedy, the car miraculously comes to a sudden stop, mere inches away from the couple.

[A/N; Yes, they are safe... not like you care.]

The driver, still trembling with fear, slowly opens his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest.

He can hear the shouts of the furious boyfriend.

"Motherfucking! Blind asshole! Do you want to kill people in broad moonlight?" Sandrew yells, his voice filled with anger and adrenaline, more than it's remaining fear of nearly kissing the lips of death.

But the car driver pays no attention to the curses being hurled his way. It's as if an invisible force has commanded his car to halt.

The engine roars, yet the car refuses to move.

"What the hell is happening? Why won't this damn car move? No... no, I can't let those idiots catch me; otherwise, they'll beat the living crap out of me... it's all your fault, you stupid bitches... who the hell told you to make out on the streets like a bunch of horny teenagers? And now, because of you, It Happened ... damn it all... I have to get out of here," Stuttering, driver mutters to himself, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and fear as he feels that something is preventing the car from moving even an inch.

Simultaneously, he notices people approaching, and the thought of a potential beatdown sends shivers down his spine.

Meanwhile, not far away near a Red phone booth, a man stands wearing dark clothing from head to toe, his shoes and jacket a mismatched blue, with the unsettling phrase

"I Hunt virgins"

scrawled in crude red letters.

His face is obscured by a nondescript white mask, leaving only his innocent green eyes visible.

Despite his muscular build, there's pleasent calmness in his demeanor.

As he observes the unfolding scene where the driver is being beaten down while a woman named Sandra is trying her best to break his nuts.

His lips twist, and then with a sigh, he remarks, as if it's not his business,

"It's your call, buddy... do what you want with him... just don't cross the line. Killing him could cost me a few hundred RP points. System, how many points did I gain?"

This man is none other than Darius Inferno.

[Congratulations! You have earned 1000 RP point]

[Total Points:- 45,789 ]

Yesterday, when he finally realized that he had been banned by the system for five years, he was saddened. There was a slight feeling of self-blame coming and going in his mind.

However, this morning, when the child of his servant was about to fall down the stairs, he caught the girl and patted her head lovingly. It's not that he likes kids, but to be honest, some kids are too cute to resist.

Then, a ding resounded.

[Ding! Righteous and loving heart has been formed once again, act of kindness detected, host is given 20 righteous points.]

At this moment, he thought the system had awakened, but he was wrong.

It was simply a basic feature where the host can earn RP points through spreading kindness and doing goodwill towards others, and he had nothing to do, so he decided to earn some points.

Of course, there are a few rules to abide by when earning RP points:

Firstly, refrain from taking lives. Always seek solutions that avoid causing harm.

Secondly, ensure that those you rescue are entirely blameless, innocents.

Additionally, if your good intentions are recognized by the people you help, you'll earn bonus points.

While these regulations may prove bothersome, adhering to them is advisable in the Vast Marvel universe.

Without greater assurance than what the system provides, compliance remains necessary.

And although the system shop isn't open yet, earning in advance is always a prudent strategy.

Besides, it had been three days since he had been feasting on the flesh of his wife, and he thought she may need some time alone.

Being too clingy was never good.

And so, since the morning, he has been helping people wherever he sees them in need.

Few minutes later....

After Witnessing the assault on the driver, Darius's inferno disappeared into thin air, leaving behind a residue of blue energy, as if he had never been present to begin with.

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Meanwhile...

In another part of New York...

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"Maya, those guys are following us," Luna whispers urgently, her voice trembling with fear.

Maya glances over her shoulder, her eyes widening in apprehension. "What should we do, darling? We're almost at the end of the alley," she replies, her voice mirroring Luna's anxiety.

With a quick exchange of worried looks, the two women quicken their pace, desperate to escape the unwanted attention of the men behind them.

But their efforts are in vain as the group closes in, their mocking voices piercing through the alleyway.

"Hey, ladies, where do you think you're going in such a hurry? You know our poor souls can't handle the bounce of those juicy ass, walk slowly will ya," one of the men calls out, his tone laced with lust.

"Yeah, you two look like you're in a rush. We have a car, ladies. How about we drop you home? Besides, our car is big, much like our... haha... hearts," another chimes in, his eyes lingering on Luna and Maya with a lecherous gleam. He's scanning their plump bodies as if he wants to devour their flesh in the most ruthless way possible.

"We're just out for a walk, leave us alone. Besides, it's none of your business," Luna asserts.

Maya nods in agreement, her resolve firm. "Yeah, we don't want any trouble. It's better if you get lost, or we'll complain to the police. Her father is a.....a commissioner," she adds, her voice steady despite the rising tension.

But the men seem unfazed by their protests, their taunts growing louder as they close the distance between them.

"Trouble? We're just looking for some fun, aren't we boys? Besides, young ladies like you should also need to gain some experience," one of the men jeers. He is a tattooed man with smiling Michael Jackson's planted on his hairy chest.

"We're not interested, go bother someone else," Luna retorts. Now she is really frustrated. She just wanted to take her girlfriend into the alleyway to make out in the open, as she had seen in a few movies.

As someone who is extremely feminist, she wants to try everything that men do. She didn't know there would be other people.

Now, no matter how much she hates men, she doesn't have a way to save herself from these punks.

She thinks that she may really be defiled tonight alongside her girlfriend.

It's just that the four men are still too much, as she only practices with two plastic dildos at the same time, so it's a bit troublesome handling the real things.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Maya warns, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive as she steps in front of Luna, shielding her from the encroaching group.

But her efforts are in vain as the men close in, their intentions clear as they reach out and grab hold of the two women and throw them to the ground, pinning them on the concrete.

"Ooh, hehehe. Which one of you is the man in this relationship? As a man, I would like to have a talk with the man first...hahah," one of the men sneers. He is thin but most aggressive, hastily pulling down his pants.

"That's none of your business!...aghk...beast, don't you have a mother at home....go fuck her..?" Luna gets scared this time, and now it seems that violation is inevitable.

This evening, Luna and Maya find themselves confronted by adversity, their spirits burdened by the presence of these men.

With every touch from these men, they both experience a profound sense of despair, as if a multitude of insects are crawling over them.

Yet, amidst the darkness, a faint glimmer of hope emerges, momentarily challenging their resignation to fate.

"Stop! Before I send you to meet the death god," the command echoes through the tense air.

The man leading the group freezes, all four turning to face the source of the voice. After locking eyes with the man with green eyes and a nondescript mask, they erupt in mocking laughter.

"Hahah... What's that? Get lost, pal! We only care about one thing here, and that is holes... We'll take what we want, no matter who it belongs to... what gender you have ... pleasure is the reason we live?" one of the punks, sneering, offers a semblance of mercy to Darius.

"I will skin you alive if you don't back off... I can make it quick and painless, tomorrow morning your bodies may float over the Hudson river ...of course, I will personally amend my sins of dirtying water from filth like you by donating 50 billion to some third world countries. But I'll kill you regardless... so you better stop," Darius threatens them, though he really didn't expect at the end to encounter homosexuals.

"Just you... Think you can stop us. Danny, teach him a lesson. Soon, we'll have one more hole to play with... He looks tender enough... and his skin's just asking to be torn," the leader's words drip with malice.

Hearing them, Darius's control wavers at the brink of fury, but he reins it in, recalling the wisdom of Buddha.

"A king doesn't argue with peasants; he eradicates them."

Though he's no king, and unfortunately he's on a mission of righteousness.

~CHRONO STASIS GRIGORA~

~CHRONO ANASTASIS~

As the gangsters contemplate their next move, Darius acts swiftly, casting two spells: one to freeze them in time, the other to slow their blood flow. They collapse, unconscious, their fate sealed until dawn.

But that wasn't enough, so he reduces the growth of their reproductive organs to the point where their third legs might be one-tenth the size of their pinky fingers.

[Congratulations! Kindness detected. You've earned 4000 RP points.]

After a while, a surge of satisfaction washes over Darius, tempered by the weight of his actions.

Though sparing their lives is a regrettable necessity, he knows there's no time to dwell.

The banquet of Tony Stark awaits, although it's tomorrow, he needs to prepare something besides there is an odd feeling swirling Inside him for unknown reasons.

As he prepares to depart, a voice pierces the silence.

"Wait! Thank you, sir... But may I know your name?"

Darius turns to see a girl, her body covered though her clothes remain bit tattered, with smile hidden beneath the mask he said,

"The Wandering God,"