Becoming a Gang Slayer

After I got home, Hestia and I had a nice dinner and evening talking. Luckily, kobolds are bringing in enough money for two people to live on. Before Hestia went to bed she updated my status.

<Stat Growth Calculated>

<Through Primal Understanding and Personal Effort, Spell Gained: Sound Amplification and Dampening>

"Hear the Song of Battle"

Blasts a soundwave out of the user's mouth that deals low mystical and physical damage that bypasses some of the opponent's defense at a low cost

<<Status>>

<Lv.1>

<Stats>

Strength: A 853

Endurance: A 853

Dexterity: A 853

Agility: A 853

Magic: A 853

<Magic>

Take Over (Monster)

• Apex Goblin

• Nascent Werewolf (Beast)

• Instrument Golem

<Skills>

Weakest Link

Berserker

Primal Understanding

• Combat:

o Apex Goblin

• Magic:

o Goblin Shaman

o Fire Bolt

o Barrier

o Instrument Golem

o Sonic Scream

<Equipment>

The Devil's Right Hand

The Angel's Left Hand

The Painter's Hat

After Hestia went to sleep, my night started. I knew I could not leave the soma matter to fester; they would ambush me in the streets or the dungeon. It would be a hard-fought fight even with the initiative, without it near impossible.

Luckily, the soma familia was a low end familia. It only had three level twos and ten level ones. My magic could bridge the stat gap and even create one that favors me. While they were a little more experienced, especially fighting adventurers, I was more skilled and stone cold sober. They were drunk in the middle of the day; at night they were near blackout drunk or already passed out.

So, I saw myself outside a grungy run-down house in the backstreets of Orario.

I turned on my instrument golem form and unsheathed my swords.

I kicked down the door.

Those asleep were dead via fire bolt to the throat before anyone knew what was going on.

Only two level twos and seven level ones left.

One level two rushed me with a knife, while the other went for his bow. The level ones were running around like chickens with their heads cut off during this.

The knife bounced off my metal body and opened him up to my counter. My sword slipped through his rubs like butter and ended up through his heart. I left it there for the time being.

The other level two drew her first arrow by this time. It just so happened to bounce off me and ended up in the throat of one of the level ones. This snapped them from their daze and allowed the level two to take command of them.

Only a level two archer, two level one spearmen, two level one sword and shield users, a level one whip user, and a level one archer.

Lucky for me that neither archer could even scratch my metal body.

The whip user started off round two. Unluckily for him, I was able to snatch the whip out of the air and pulled him to me. This was a stupid move, I got lucky, and it was easier due to the user's inebriated state. I slit his throat with a startling ease.

I pulled my sword from the level two's body before the level ones could rush me.

The first to reach me were the swordsmen, I practically put their shields through their chests with my strikes at them. they were down for the count.

Next came the spearmen. My first strike sliced through their weapons, my second their throats.

Now it was the archers, they tried to run but just couldn't cut it. They were dead before either could take more than ten steps.

As I looked around at all the bodies and bloodshed, I thought was this really necessary.

Should I have just paid the first guy.

Should I have just roughed him up a little.

Should I have denied the accusation more.

Should I have killed those guys before they could report to the familia, then avoid those that remained.

Should I have waited to see if the soma familia was truly going to follow through on their threats.

But then I realized that thinking in hypotheticals would not change a thing.

I didn't want to just give up my money.

I believed in that moment with the information I had that he needed to die to be at peace.

I believe that nothing would have convinced those guys, they would rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

It was daytime and I would have likely been caught for the crime. Orario is crime-ridden, but not so crime-ridden I could get away with that.

If I waited, there was a chance I would be dead before I could act on the information.

When I got home and saw Hestia peacefully sleeping, I knew what I did was necessary for this life we have together.

<Due to Killing Based on Fear and Assumptions>

<Regalia Strengthened: The Devil's Right Hand>

<Due to Killing Souls Stained in Sin and Innocent Blood>

<Regalia Strengthened: The Angel's Left Hand>