Logan felt his lip curl with disdain as the bullets hurtled towards him, peppering his armour like a BB gun hitting concrete. In a way, he was pleased. That meant he could test whether he was immune to bullets. But at the same time, his rage was skyrocketing as if the Cursed Rope had siphoned away everything else but the need to do violence. A surge of anger simmered in his belly, making his breathing increase, his nerves surge.

He'd expected a reaction when the other soldiers saw what he'd done to their companions, but to be so brazen that they'd unload their rifles on not just Logan, but everyone behind him? It showed a disregard for the safety of the people—hell, the children—behind him. The tree was large, and the trunk blocked everything behind him to the right, but not to his left, which was open, with a clear view of hundreds of people. Not to mention that the bullets were ricochetting off the bark and going in the other direction, directly towards the crowd.

Attack him? Fine. But be smart; and don't kill innocents in the crossfire.

In the crowd, people screamed and tried to duck, but they had already gathered like sardines to make room for his tree. The people on the edges were fine, but the ones in the front had no where to go, other than ducking and putting their hands over their faces.

In addition, it wasn't just the soldiers next to Charlie who were shooting into the crowd. Men and woman in civilian clothes had done the same. Supporters of Damsel. They must have been lying in wait, looking for an opportunity, but as soon as the soldiers opened fire, they pushed people to the side, shoving them, as they used rifles or handguns to pepper Logan with fire. One even had a crossbow—a crossbow! With eyes that flared as if hit by a reflexive glow of a streetlight, the man shot his bow directly at the center of Logan's chest.

He felt a sting of pain against his shoulder like a bee sting, and a dull clang against his chest, but he didn't bother looking down.

Growling, Logan used his high agility and dexterity attributes to jump to the soldiers, traveling so fast that his body must be a blur to anyone else. For the ones who admitted to having over 100 KarmaCoin, he grabbed them by the necks and slammed them to the ground, their backs hitting the asphalt. The back of their heads hit so hard that they let out a sick crunch, spots of blood spooling to the ground. With dazed expressions, they stared up at Logan with stunned eyes as if they couldn't comprehend what had happened.

His rage was a living thing, and he needed to fuck them up. If he couldn't do it with their bodies without killing them, he'd do it with their weapons. Logan grabbed one of their rifles and held it by the barrel with one hand, the handle with the other, and then used his strength to bend it like a wet noodle. Lastly, he threw the twisted remains so hard that he sent it flying in the air and knocking into the window of the high rise building on the tenth floor.

Taking a deep breath, Logan tried to rein in his anger, but it was as if everything that he'd had to deal with since he'd arrived had percolated into a firestorm, turning his emotions into a volatile mix that could only be purged if he turned them into violence. He had the presence of mind to grab the other rifles and then will them into his spatial storage collar rather than hurtling them through the air, before he was off, surging into the crowd.

Logan had taken note of each person who'd fired at him; helped by the crowd of people who were trying to give them a wide berth, scrambling over each other to get away. He saw a black-uniform clad back, a rifle in his hand, the hint of a manicured beard.

Logan grabbed—

That was Nettle!

With a kick of his Pink Sock, Logan sent himself into the air, hurtling over the heads of the crowd and jumping clean over twenty of them before landing in front of the man.

Nettle squeezed the trigger, peppering him with bullets, the crowd screaming around him. Logan felt a dull thud in his other shoulder, a sharp pinprick, but his rage was too strong. Logan's arm was a blur as he used his sword, swinging it with a ringing noise. The sword glowed a faint blue, flaring on the downstroke.

Nettle had less than a fraction of a second to react, his lips in a thin line, his nose scrunched as he let out a deluge of more bullets, before Logan's sword cut through his arm, severing it clean with a spurt of blood.

Nettle blinked, stunned, before his face filled with horror and he stared at his missing limb.

Logan frowned in distaste, and then with another flick of his sword, put him out of his misery by slicing through his neck.

Nettle fell to the ground, limp.

Ding!

[You have defeated Bill Nettle! Triple experience granted for defeating a member of your own species!]

Logan threw Nettle's corpse inside of his spatial collar, the people nearest gasping as the body disappeared. To them, it must seem like a skill, since the storage 'pouches' had to be C or D grade at best. Nothing that would fit an entire body.

Scanning the crowd, Logan looked for the next nearest black-clad guard and used his Pink Sock to jump to him. This one didn't bother trying to shoot; instead, he ran like the Devil was on his ass, using what had to be a high agility attribute score to weave around people, doing his best to confuse Logan and lose him in the chaos.

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Logan raised his eyebrows underneath his facemask. Yeah, he wasn't getting away. Once again using his Pink Sock, he jumped over the crowd until he could step on the shoulders of the nearest person, crowd surfing as he jumped onto the next. He was so quick that they didn't have a chance to react before he'd stepped on another person's shoulders, walking over the crowd like walking over the ground.

The people underneath the weight of Logan screamed, letting out startled shouts, but being so high up had the added effect of letting him see clear into the street. After that, locating the man was child's play.

Logan jumped off the shoulder of the latest man, jumping back down to the ground at the same time as swinging his sword. There was a rumble underneath his feet, as if he were stepping on top of a seesaw, his footing uncertain.

"Get away from me!" the man screamed. He wasn't wearing a mask, a vein in his forehead bulging as he strained and stared at Logan's feet.

An earth moving skill.

Logan clucked his tongue. Despite the unsteady ground, he braced himself, spreading his legs apart, and then surged forward and swung his sword.

The man had just enough time to let out a shout of alarm before Logan decapitated him with a ringing noise and a deluge of blood. The head went flying in one direction, the rest of the body falling with a sick, slick pop and a thud.

Ding!

[You have defeated Zachary Bailey! Triple experience granted for defeating a member of your own species!]

That had been Nettle's buddy, the one with the earth moving skill.

Logan threw his decapitated corpse into his spatial storage collar, leaving the head to rot, and then scanned the crowd, looking for the people who'd tried to attack him who'd been wearing civilian clothes.

There.

A glint of a crossbow in the hands of a man weaving his way through the crowd.

Logan tightened his grip on his sword and then sent himself flying.

***

All in all, he'd killed thirty people—half soldiers, half hidden Damsel fighters. Even though they'd been lower leveled, with the triple experience rewarded for killing other people, it meant that Logan was on the cusp of another level up.

Despite it all, the soldiers were all under level 50, no match for Logan. The only one who was even close to level 100 was Charlie.

Charlie.

Where was that Aussie asshole?

Logan searched the area, climbing over the protruding limbs of his new tree, and then back over to the soldiers he'd knocked to the ground. Half of them were lying down, stunned, while the others had scrambled into sitting positions, holding their hands to their injured heads or cradling their arms.

Voss stood next to them with a deep frown. When he got sight of Logan, he pointed in the opposite direction. "There!"

Logan turned, seeing a blood soaked back, bulging biceps, and a sweaty neck.

Charlie.

Oh no he didn't.

Logan powered after him, pumping his arms, his eyes narrowed. Charlie glanced back, his face alarmed, and then he tried to increase his pace, but he was moving too slowly due to his injured arms, and Logan was too fast. Logan slammed into him and pushed him to the ground. Charlie screamed when his face impacted against the street, his cheek turning red. He must have jarred his broken arm.

Logan used his talons to dig into Charlie's shoulders, adding yet another puncture, and then hauled him to his feet.

"Bugger off! I'm going to kill you! Kill you! Just wait until Damsel returns, you smug—"

Logan twisted Charlie's broken arm, and then pushed him towards the monster tree, stepping into its shadow. The crowd had dispersed. Only a few people were standing around, hiding behind the tree or taking shelter underneath the food tables.

Logan passed Voss and the soldiers again.

"Tell me if they move," he said to Voss on his way past. Voss stood over the soldiers, his lips bitten red, his injured arm cradled close to his chest. The injury looked raw, but not as bad as it had been right after the plastic blob attack.

Pushing Charlie towards the tree, Logan willed out one of his crafted lodestones from his spatial storage collar and then slammed it against the trunk, closing his eyes as he deployed [Lodestone Creationist]. A warm sensation passed over him as if he'd just gulped down a cup of hot soup.

Ding!

[Lodestone access point created! Would you like to review the inventory in your private market?]

When Logan opened his eyes, the flat, metal lodestone plate had seeped into the bark of the tree as if it had been there all along. Making sure to keep a firm grip on Charlie, Logan concentrated on the prompts and confirmed that he wanted to add items to the market. Charlie had said that he had 120,000 KarmaCoin, which meant that Logan had a lot to work with here.

He had a ton of green beans—buckets full of the crap—but this time, he added one green bean, a bean on its own rather than a bucket, setting an arbitrary price of 2,000 KarmaCoin for each pod. Lastly, he added the rifles and with a vindictive frown, jacked up the price of each to 20,000. Logan had no positive associations with people who used rifles as weapons, and this way he'd milk them for all they were worth. And then…

Well, it wasn't like their impression of him could get any worse. The cat was out of the bag, and he was betting that half the people here thought he'd come to attack them.

Concentrating on the fifty plus corpses he had in his spatial storage, he added each one to the market… everyone except for Asthea. He wouldn't feel good adding her corpse to the market and treating her body like merchandise. But for the others, he had no attachments.

Logan mulled over his options, and then finally gave each corpse a 100,000 KarmaCoin cost. Go big or go home. Logan figured that to him, a corpse was a corpse. But to someone else like Ernie with a Liche class, they might be priceless.

In fact….

Logan winced when he thought of Ernie's reaction when he'd learned that Logan had corpses lying around that he hadn't given to him to feed his minion army. But at the same time, Logan didn't like the idea of undead humans following Ernie. It would remind him too much of the serpent queen's flower minions.

There was a big difference between an undead human and an undead sturgeon.

Besides, this way, he'd raised the price. If someone actually went for 100,000 per corpse, that was a fortune.

Logan looked at Charlie. "All right, you're up," he said as he pushed him towards the lodestone.

Charlie gave him a mulish look and twisted in his grip. "What do you want me to do?"

"Buy every single food item in the market."

That way, he'd manage to clear out the food entirely, eliminating the risk of people buying it on loan. In addition, if Charlie bought all the single pods, Logan would make the quest's 100 item requirement in no time.

A bead of sweat trailed down Charlie's forehead and he blinked. His eyes looked red and bloodshot, and his face was pasty. Unhealthy. Getting a faraway look as he examined the lodestone, his face grew slack with shock.

He shot Logan an outraged glance. "Two thousand KarmaCoin? For one green bean?!"

Logan smiled. "You bet your ass. Now get to it."

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