CHAPTER 49

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CHAPTER 49

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My hand was hurting badly, and the ache rippled like giant waves. While I was dealing with the pain in my hand, the last bandit was struggling on the ground with screams of pain, and he tried to get up and run away, but all his efforts were in vain. The Achilles tendon in his right leg was torn, and he could not use that foot.

There was no weird bend in my fingers, indicating that the fracture was not fragmented or that it was a fissure rather than a fracture. One thing was certain, the medical knowledge I now had was sufficient if it was a fissure or a hairline fracture, but if my fingers were broken, I had to ask the maester for help.

I know how to treat such conditions in theory because of the books I've read, but having theoretical knowledge of something didn't mean I had practical skills in it. I wrapped my right hand with a few pieces of cloth and branches so it wouldn't move and get worse.

Wrapping my hand was not easy, and doing fine work with these claws was difficult. I couldn't bring myself back to normal as I felt lucid but, at the same time, bloodthirsty and excited. After wrapping my hand with great difficulty, I turned my full attention to the writhing bandit.

"Please spare my life; I'll do whatever you want. Let me serve you, please I'll even be your slave. I'll bring you more people so it'll be easier for you to hunt; please forgive me." He continued to beg me endlessly as he writhed on the floor in pain.

"Why are you so terrified? What did you do when those poor women were begging you to spare them?" my speech surprised both him and me. My voice had changed entirely; the child's voice had completely disappeared and was replaced by a guttural voice close to a growl.

He kept whining on the floor with his head in his arms and wouldn't answer me. I actually looked a bit like a werewolf. I guess everyone wouldn't be able to respond out of fear if a werewolf had stood over them and asked questions. I looked like a furless werewolf, a werewolf without supernatural powers. I still didn't know why I turned into this shape, but this shape gave nothing else but sharp teeth and claws. My form might have changed, but my physical strength did not change.

"Let's get you a little more still, so you don't have to struggle too hard while I'm tearing you apart. letagon (snare)"

"Ahhh, please spare me."

. After I immobilized his body, I slowly and softly thrust the claws of my left hand into his body without straining my hand because I didn't want to hurt my left hand too. After stabbing him with my claws, I slowly moved my hand, and deep cuts formed.

"Don't worry; I'm going to give you the same amount of mercy you gave when your victims begged you for mercy; I will show you a thousand times the death you gave them. Rest assured; a brutal and terrifying death awaits you."

After torturing the bandit for another ten or twenty minutes, my anger at him had subsided, and the sadism was starting to make my stomach turn. But I didn't want to give him a quick and painless death; that's when what happened to the other bandit occurred to me.

"Poe and Erebus, would you like to eat this man?"

"Daddy, I'm not hungry."

"I, on the other hand, don't like human flesh at all. I never eat it unless I'm starving."

"Then order your Murders to eat; tell them to begin to eat from his limbs and not from his head."

When I said that, Poe and Erebus started to caw, and soon after, about forty birds on the trees flew over the man. The agonizing screams and groans lasted for about 10 minutes, and I rewarded him with a well-deserved death.

He couldn't stand the pain and probably died of a heart attack or passed out because of blood loss. When I realized that he was dead, I suddenly felt a sense of relief flowing through me. The membrane covering the primal rage inside me was shaking and vibrating rapidly.

I knew I could discover something if I touched that membrane, but the real question was, could I keep that discovery under control? I almost died six months ago because of the healing magic, so I didn't want to interact with this membrane until I reached level 3. the thing that made me transform and caused me to black out must have something to do with this membrane.

Now that my hunt was over, calmness began coming over me, and I could feel I was returning to normal. The transformation of my hands was causing a bit of pain, especially when my face was reshaped; it really hurt. I mean, considering that the shape of my entire skull had changed, it seemed normal. While this transformation was happening, this pain suddenly gave way to a burning sensation.

It was as if my hands and face were on fire. My body continued to recover as I remained calm, but the injury in my right hand had not healed. There was still a pain lodged in my hand. The bandages and branches had loosened and fallen to the ground because when my hand regained its size, it was almost half the size of a clawed form.

Now that I had calmed down, I realized that this whole fight had left me tired, that if I had curled up on the floor and lay down, I could have fallen asleep. I hurriedly went back to the place where the caravan was ambushed. I couldn't let these poor people be preyed upon by wild animals, except the bandits.

I didn't care what would happen to them. I made a deep and long grave at the edge of the forest using Formotegon ( mold earth ) and neatly lined up the bodies one by one inside the grave, then covered the grave again using Formotegon ( mold earth ).

"Sorry, but I don't have the time or mana to prepare an individual grave for each of you. I hope you'll be happy wherever you are now."

"Now I'm getting all your valuables as a fee in return for this help. Anyway, you won't need them wherever you go."

There was a bag of jewelry, some valuables in the horse pouches, and eight horses. Four of the horses were tied to the merchant's carriages, and the other four belonged to the escorting guards. The bandits actually had horses too, but I ordered 2 of them to leave so that the leaders would not escape. It is better than nothing; I could cash them out in winter town.