Entrance to Slaughter

6 months. It was the time that it took me to find the correct location of Slaughter City or at least what I thought it was. After leaving without warning anyone, only leaving a note for my family and teammates telling that I discovered my flaws and I would be training on my own for more or less 3 years, that please don't try to search for me.

Following Paul's little information, I searched for territories that weren't in control by any of both empires, especially Star Duo Forest suburb, knowing that it would be impossible to find a city at the central part because it's dangerous.

Finally, I could find it by a struck of luck. I found 3 people that seemed thugs, all of them being spirit grandmaster of some 30 years old. For their way of moving, they seemed running away, always attend of their surroundings. I subjugated them, easily immobilizing them. After some talk, I learned that they were wanted criminals and they were running away from justice, escaping to Slaughter City. In exchange for the information about the City, I promised them to let them free. They quickly accepted telling me all that they knew.

Thanks to them I learned more about Slaughter City, as Paul really didn't have very concrete information about. For what they told, it's the usual place were criminals escape. It's a place without any law, where no empire dares to attack due to the impossibility of using spirit techniques there. They also said, that it was like a paradise of corruption, where you can do anything you want without anyone stopping you as there's no law.

I contrasted this information with Paul's. For the combination of both Paul's seems more real, the thugs' knowledge was very idealized. According to Paul, it is a place where you can die at any time if you're not cautious, where blood is used as money and it can survive thanks at its monarch, a titled douluo capable of using spirit skills. A place that for most people once they enter, it's impossible to leave, but Paul explained that there's a method to leave. I don't think that Paul would like being trapped there, so I trust him in that there may be an exit.

Following the direction, I finally arrived at a little town, maybe called it town it will be too much as there's was only 5 old wooden houses. It was strange for in the forest, 100 km away from any other village to be that houses, it must be difficult to leave her. I approached the biggest house that seemed more of a pub.

Approaching it a could smell a disgusting reek, a combination of alcohol, dirt, shit with a touch of blood. I resolved myself and entered the pub, trying hard to not pinch my nose, tolerating the smell.

Inside there was a waiter who was scrubbing some glass with a cloth. It can't be called cleaning as it was difficult to know what was dirtier, the glass of the cloth. Without any doubt, the dirtiest would be the own waiter. He was bald, blind in one eye, full of wrinkles, all surrounded with a black layer of dirt and ash. With his looks and smells, I wouldn't be surprised if in truth it was a corpse instead of being alive. There were also 10 more clients, all of them with the same air around them, seeming that a low breeze would make them fall.

I was wearing a hooded brown cape, hiding my face and body. I approached the bar holding my hood not showing my face. The waiter seeing me grinned, showing his crooked teeth, more than half absence and being completely rotten yellow "I don't think that this is a place for you" the waiter smelled the air "I don't serve babies" causing all the people in the pub to start laughing.

It made me angry, but I calmed down, ignoring their comments. I looked around, not finding anything that seemed the entrance of a city, the thugs here weren't even spirit masters.

(Are you sure this is the place, Paul?) I asked Paul.

[It seems. Try to request to the waiter a Bloody Mary]

"I want a Bloody Mary" I said. This caused the waiter to open his eyes shocked and for everyone in the pub to shut up, creating a complete silence.

The waiter glanced at me and grinned "Of course". He prepared a glass, this, in contrast with all the others, seemed clean. He then took a bottle and poured its content in the glass. It was a red liquid, a denser than water "I pray that it follows your tastes" he said grinning.

I took the glass, approaching at my mouth I could sense a thick smell of blood. Knowing that I should drink it, I convinced myself and drank it all in one gulp.

Having drunk it all I started coughing. This wasn't any drink! It was blood, I could sense something flowing from my body, and my body started to ache a lot. The ache became pain and I fell to the ground shouting and twisting in pain.

"Hahaha" the waiter laughed "To think that someone tried to enter without any killing intent at all, how many years was that a baby tried it," he said looking down on me.

Something was flowing in my body, it concentrated in my head and it seemed to scratch my brain, the pain was insufferable, I thought that I will die here my consciousness leaving my body.

<3rd POV>

In the pub the hooded person crawling on the ground finally stopping moving.

"That was quick. To have such a low resistance, I bet that he never killed someone. Hahaha" One client said.

"How can a naive as himself arrive? This place is lowering its prestige" Said another shaking his head. Another hand punched that one on the shoulder "Let it be, occasionally it's funny to see this act, did you see how he was crawling, he shouldn't have had the hood, I would have paid to see his face.

"Yeah, very funny" A powerful voice that rebounded everywhere and seemed to penetrate their souls was listened, causing all of them to be quiet. Then a pressure force all the people there to kneel, slamming to the ground. The pressure came from the hooded person on the ground.

The hooded person started standing up, once standing he inclined his head backward, causing his hood to fall. A black hair, even darker than night that seemed to swallow all the light, black and powerful piercing eyes that seemed to attract them to their death.

The black-haired person grinned causing all the people there to start trembling, they couldn't do anything else as their bodies refuse to move.

"To think that idiot trust me. Hahahaa" he extended his arms and started laughing. Like from mere air a complete black sword appeared in his left hand. He looked around "Be proud, you will be the first of many to die under my sword"

A black aura started exuding from the sword, the black-haired man quickly swung his sword, it was so quick that it was difficult to calculate how many times he moved it around. It took 1 second having stopped his swings that all people's head rolled to the ground, followed by fountains of blood from their bodies.

The black-haired man started laughing while surrounded by a rain of blood. At that moment on the back part of the bar, alcohol shelves started to move aside showing an entrance with stairs going down.

I black-haired young woman left from the stairs, he wasn't especially pretty, with a very common face, but with a good body. She looked around, seemingly not surprised in the situation, like being accustomed to it. She made a low bow to the black-haired man "It's a pleasure to welcome you Slaughter City. Can I know your name?"

The black-haired man grinned "Blanch, Paul Blanch"