10: Reaping Rewards

"What a new found strength." Nate muttered. His face full of surprise and all smiles. He had done it...he had now over countered a stepping stone to the part of glory.

With how this world is, he knew he wouldn't be hunted by soldiers or any official for killing someone even if they knew about about it.

"I've don it...killed a person.....for the first time in his life," He was shaking from head to toe as this was the first time of killing someone.

He stood by the body, blood gushing out of the hole which he retrieved the metal from.

At the sideline, Philips jaw was opened wide seeing what had happened to his brother. He rushed forward not even bothering to spare a look at Nate; It was as if he was a fly caught in a corner told to wait do his demise.

"Oscar, Oscar!!!, don't die here, not now....we have to continue our lives," He kept muttering and sobbing, tears dripping from his eyes. His only brother who grew up with has been killed in front of him by some random common guy who didn't even have a firm standoff to cultivate.

Nate stood there, he felt his eyes twitching as if he wanted to cry,"Why am I feeling sad about this: Am I sympathizing with them.....the people who tried to kill me? why!!"

He started having doubt's for killing that man he didn't even know,

"No, no I did it to protect myself." He was feeling weak after killing gathering the courage and strength to push the metal into his body whiles in that stranded state. In determination he kept consoling himself of what had happened.

"If they go then they will bring more people to kill me," He gritted his teeth as he made a decision.

He had to kill them, one and his brother.

At the side Philip stood up with his back facing Nate...

"Do you think i will let you leave...."

"I don't hope so but can you please let me go. I will pay you any amount." Nate playing the role of the petitioner for forgiveness.

"And why would I do that when you've just killed my brother??" He asked with a stern and angry tone.

"What!!, you people were the ones who attacked me first. I was just defending myself, especially that brother of yours who didn't have a much of a brain," Nate mocked.

Moment ago, while Philip was grieving the death of his brother, Nate too was in a miserably state. He made up his mind, he will try to kill this other pair of brother otherwise many problems will arise in the future. He needed a plan, a suitable one at the moment on how to take care of the brother pairs. That's when he took to himself to play dumb and enrage Philip in order for him to follow to his brothers footsteps.

"So do you think that I am like my brother??, he's usually a cold headed guy and I have a smart head, we are different." He strolled forward as he continued to explain to Nate. He took his sword from his sheath, the fear of death climbed onto Nate as he became frightened.

"Haha, from the look on your face you are afraid but you are wrong I am a body cultivator, I don't need a sword....all I need is a fist!!" As he said this words the veins in his body began popping out. He took a step and got right in front of Nate.

With the sudden speed and reaction he couldn't move or par away the incoming attack as he took the blunt of the blow.

"Smashing fist...!!!" Philip exclaimed as he got in front of Nate and released his fist.

*Bam!!!! *

Nate took the blow head on, he was sent flying backwards thrice that of Oscars and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"What!!!! you didn't get hurt?, what is your body made of??" Shocked, Phillip questioned on alert.

In the course as Nate was sent flying backwards, he was also thinking about the punch;"Fuck, that was just a punch and look at the state I'm in now. I have to find an opportunity to strike him, just one chance," He kept muttering as he felt the power behind the punch.

Philip rushed straight at him releasing punch after punch, jab after jab and kick after kick. Nate continued to dodge, par and counter some with shallow moves, out of the punches and kicks some had made contact with his body.

"Fuck this! I can't continue like this if it didn't work out, like I could have continued then find the right chance to strike." He thought.

Philip was getting tired as he was at the offensive side, he kept attacking, landing hits after hits on Nate's body;"what's this boys body made of, is he a body cultivator too?, even some apprentice mage have been wounded heavily by my first punch but this boy, he keeps moving even when I land a hit," Phillip thought to himself.

He became frustrated and started missing punching every time.

"This's the right time!!!" Nate saw through his actions, as someone who likes going to the gym in his past life, he knew when a persons limit is near the dead end.

"This is it, is time to shine!!" He sniggered, dodging a punch and moving to side he was ready for his turn.

*Bam* *Bam*

Philip was sent skipping backwards as he was impaired in a wall, he fell down having it difficult to breath.

"Hummm"

"Hummm"

Nate stood there he panting, he was tired and this was his first fight in this world in a body which weak. His hands felt sour, pain was tickling all over his body.

"You... yoouu.. buut howw?" He asked as he gritted his teeth baring the pain as he speak.

"You, whoo seent... yoou guys..." Nate asked through his panting.

As he was about to talk again he heard a sound, he knew where this sound came from. Mo need to even answer as I have a guess

of the individual.

"You too died in the end. Body cultivator....hum, you were tough indeed." Acknowledging the fact, this could have been his Hardest encounter than that cold headed Oscar.

"This is the first time that I have killed peoples in my life....." He muttered knowing that in this world the strong preys on the weak and power and money can make it all.

"I have to get stronger quickly...but how? I have to be in a respectable position." He whispered.

The old Nate that he occupied his body was in a revengeful mode, he wanted to kill those who took his mother from him, they had made her a whore.... a sex toy as they ravished her in front of him, he saw everything and as a kid that time, there was nothing he could do. The tears his mother shed as she was been ravished by a gang of 15 cultivators.

"She must have passed through a lot!!!" Nate sighed.

As these scences played in his memories without realizing, he was shedding tears.

"Don't worry, old Nate I will accomplish all your goals and your objectives for us." He whispered then walking pass their bodies; he searched them for any valuable items. The only valuable item he got was the long sword and some pouch which may have coins inside. He made his way straight home to do as he had planned.

"Today is a hell day for me, I hope no one saw what happened, I am not strong enough to protect myself," He thought as he threw himself on his bed.

"Let check the notification "

[Mission:Kill the enemies]

[Description:Kill the two enemies, any kill is a kill]

[Rewards:Fire Affinity, +all stat 5]

[Status: Completed]

[Congratulations to host for accomplishing Mission, rewards are added on your system screen]

"Oh, that's good, I have to get strong. Today if it weren't for my stat strength then I would have truly died.

He shook his head as the thought of him dying again came up,"No one should be able to trample on me if I am stronger, then even Kings will bow to me."

He laughed at the scene of a King bowing to him and thanking and singing him praises.

"Time to reap rewards for my hardwork today....."

"Status"

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