9 Execution (1)

Although their voice boomed in the air, the air of magnitude and holiness was immediately broken through Sam's crazed laughter. Although this made the atmosphere very sour, it overjoyed Sam knowing that such a small thing would cause the self-proclaimed righteous guard to lose all face!

"Right on, let that teach you a lesson, you bloody preacher. If I were you, I'd totally dig up my own grave and hop into it and never come out for thousands of years! Look at your accomplices' faces! They sure do look... Disgusted?" Sam thought before he felt a powerful fist rise his him off the ground, releasing all of his air into the surroundings. They weren't disgusted at the guard but the poor heretic which stood in front of them.

Sounds of cheering filled the small room as consecutive punches and kicks were thrown at Sam's feeble body.

"Although they said they needed you alive for the public execution, they never said anything about you not being on the brink of death! After all, whether I kill you now or wait until they kill you later, it makes no difference, you die in the end!" Sneered the guard, a look of contempt in his face which only a mother could love.

"I..." Sam shouted hesitantly, yet he couldn't finish his sentence before another punch landed into his stomach.

Soon enough, Sam was on the verge of death, with only 1 HP remaining. A constant red flashing alerted Sam of this through his system and yet he couldn't care as he laid there, limp as could be, before being held up by the escorts like a dangerous chemical.

"I really messed up this time... Who knew that the common face slapping of the common webnovel protagonist isn't as easy as it would seem? All of those years of fantasising... Years of academy training wasted!" Cried Sam silently. He couldn't afford to speak up or else who knows what this pompous man would do? He only had 1 HP left and he wasn't going to throw it all away just yet,

Upon being carried through a series of hallways which resembled a labyrinth, they eventually reached a dead end, devoid of any cells for at least a 0.5km radius. Sam was utterly confused, had the guards of this dungeon forgotten so easily the way out?

His thoughts were immediately interrupted by the sight of the dwarf escorts drawing another rune which glowed a purple hue before widening out and forming a swirling pattern. It was a portal!

Sam was flabbergasted at this shocking sight. He had completely forgotten that this was a fantasy world and, of course, they would have spells and runes for nearly everything, including teleportation!

However, at the same time, this created a serious doubt which plagued his mind. What if this portal brought him to the place of the public execution? Wouldn't this mean that there was little hope of him surviving? This was all down to luck and he wasn't optimistic.

Sam prayed to God for good luck as he was pushed through the purple portal before almost vomiting. The nausea induced through the swirling patterns in the portal's warp hole was sickening enough. However, to add upon that,t his new feeling of weightlessness was new to Sam and that was the last step in the mission to make anyone sick at the sight of a portal.

Luckily, it ended as fast as it started, Unluckily, he heard the cheering and the negative yells of hundreds of thousands of people. Sam's heart fell to the floor as if someone was standing on it with the intent to make it burst like a ripe tomato.

"We are here today to pay homage to our Lord & Saviour, Yalder. May he forever protect our kingdom through the willpower of our nation and our mighty strength." The crowd prayed in unison

"Today we bring a sacrifice; a traitor who has committed murder, assault, and treachery on the Holy Alliance of the Five States, killing even his own parents! We bring to you, Samuel Goldstache!"