In a sunlight filtered room, a young woman with short yellow blonde hair and gray eyes, laid asleep untidily on bed. Her waistline showed how athletic she was.

  Her room was the opposite of dirty, books and scrolls placed neatly on the wooden table. Taking a closer look at one of the scrolls, it was a resignation letter. The job she quit was about being a guard at a royal family castle 24/7, for a year. Even though it paid a lot - 2300 silver coins, the time it took to get it was not worth it. At least protecting them from assassinations did serve her some delicious grubs for free.

  Her slightly darkened eyes fluttered open. A loud groan escaped. "Aarghhhhh...ughhh..."

  “Where’s the window…”

  rolled to the right side but overdid it and fell off. "Ah!" Face met the ground.

  Muffledly groaned, she pushed herself up with the average morning strength, arms wobbled slightly. Her mind repeated that line until finally on foot.

  Same old morning routine began. Hadn't got out of the house yet and her day already started terribly. In the bathroom, she cursed many expletive words toward that royal family due to how awful they treat her.

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  *WHUMP* Kicking the door open and stepping outside with her lightweight armor. Some that walked along the cobblestone street froze mid step. The neighbour who was watering his plants spoke. "You looked sleep deprived, are you alright Va'dia?"

  Va'dia cared about her door more. With a thud, she was already moving, purple cloak swayed softly in the wind. As everyone now went back to their business.

  This is her home kingdom “Brandon” , a place within the Rutania Empire. Architecture here was mostly bricks and steel, sewage system that’s good but no one cares, and street lights that are sometimes faulty. The king promised to change the streets of poor areas but never really did anything. Therefore they were stuck living with cobblestone streets.

  …

  Her stomach growled. Conveniently, there’s a delightful scent of seasoned kebabs flowing into her nostrils which lead her to a vendor. There goes her last remaining currency, and two kebabs straight down the stomach.

  They were a bit salty.

  No time for tasting. Quests in the local guild are very limited. Which means there were no crumbs left for the slow.

  Her hurried sounds of boots desynchronized with the calm people around. Face contorted in worry.

  Now at the heart of the city, a large obsidian-like monolith stood tall with weird ancient literature written across all of its surface. This is one of many. No one knows where this came from, probably a gift from the gods. But what does it do? And what is this language?

  Va'dia quickened her steps through the crowd,

  Can’t afford to slow down. Hitting everyone by their arms. “I’m Sorry!”

  Some glared, some cursed. Not so nice of them.

  Getting far away from the monolith, she felt tired. But no resting in this moment, only rapid leg movements.

  She turned a corner and continued forward. Even running doesn’t go to plan as she tripped on a misaligned stone. Face in the ground.

  One passerby stopped to help her up. The person wore a completely dark outfit, a pair of glasses, and black hair that grew long from time. “Be careful.”

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  Va’dia took his hand and stood up. “T-Thank you.” Her embarrassment was all time high, no one can endure it when this kind of accident happens.

  With a small nod, she moved on. Not sure what to say about that strange man, he just felt out of place.

  … taking a shortcut to the guild plunged her into the food market. The sizzling food hurts by just looking. If only she could steal without anyone seeing.

  Wagons looked like giant roasted chickens, the same one she ate at the royal family. “I’m losing my mind…” she mumbled.

  Perhaps she made a mistake by quitting that guard job.

  Still, not hallucinating trash cans into giant bowls of Hungarian goulash was better.

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  Arriving at the local guild, there was no one around.

  The doors pushed open with a loud creak.

  A foul smell made her face scrunch up in disgust. There’s trash everywhere. No wonder why there isn't a single soul in the lobby. Even the receptionist.

  The quest board was empty. No familiar pinned papers.

  She could only sigh at this moment. This job was so shitty. all about speed. There must be one that doesn’t require stressing out every morning and indulging in violence.

  Maybe, It’s pleasurable and makes a good amount of coins to live for days straight. However, just imagining what the male would do next was disgusting and vulgar for her.

  A cold chill ran down her spine and cheeks turned bright red as she shook her head. At the same time, she would like to try it one day. Maybe it was just over exaggerating thoughts.

  “Hey!” a voice echoed.

  To the left, Va'dia saw the receptionist. It looked like he just came out of his room.

  “Where’s the quests?” she asked casually.

  He rubbed his eyes. “Quests? The other adventurer took them all. You’re late.”

  “Now that answered my damn question.” hand palms sliding down her face in disappointment.

  The young receptionist stroked her back. “Don’t hate yourself, just relax.”

  He led Va'dia to a nearby dining table. “Take a seat. Stay here for however long, but you should find a different guild.”

  With that, he walked back to his room. Soft thud of the door echoed.

  On the chair, she knew it was gonna take a long time. His words obviously are lies that reinforce one’s patience.

  A Good one, but tiring to hear.

  Looking around the lobby, this place seemed old. There were cobwebs and stains on the walls.

  A long exhale came out of her lips. Followed next was a *boom* of her head on the table.

  This was her only logical thing to do here.

  Sounds of outside talking and shuffles in the nearby room were the fuel leading to her rest. It wasn’t exactly comfortable but at least the table was high enough.

  The foul smell was somehow gone, seemed relieving but maybe it was so bad that her nose had to adapt to it.

  Inside the receptionist’s room, he was putting… adult magazines on the book shelf. They were on his bed before. He organizes them now probably because he got bored sleeping with them.

  This man’s room was validly untidy, since he spent time rotting himself more than cleaning his room. Well, at least he put that stuff on the book shelf now.

  No need to say about his bathroom, it has all the amenities. He certainly stroked himself there…

  “Beautiful.” He admired his book shelf of shame like a human praying to a god.

  Speaking of praying, he did that almost everyday. But mostly wishes to have a girlfriend–to have sex with. Obviously gods won’t give him that, he needed to go outside.

  Getting out of the room, his gaze immediately landed on Va'dia. The way she looked during sleep was marvelous.

  His eyes lingered on her with weird desires. He had done it before and he will do it again… sexually assault newcomers.

  Slowly and quietly approaching Va'dia from behind, he slid his hands under openings of the armor and enjoyed the breasts to his fullest.

  “This bitch is so soft.” a devious smirk formed on this asshole of a young man.

  Slowly kneading her boobs like a stress ball. Enough to prevent stirring.

  Va'dia‘s breathing unsteadied, and sounds like soft moans. His eyes told to never stop until satisfied.

  Lustful adrenaline sped up his hands.

  He went too deep in his acts. hands got stuck. Hysteria welled up.

  Her eyes snapped open, an elbow sent into the face. Causing him to stagger backward. Mind ringing like a bell.

  Followed next was a roundhouse kick into the right ribs. Bones cracked. “AAGHHH!” A deafening scream went out.

  His lungs felt like they got pierced by a lance.

  “You disgusting bastard.” She looked into his eyes with anger on par of a volcano.

  Crouching down and grabbing the pervert’s hair felt satisfying. So good that she wanted to rip them out. But that’s lame, unsheathing the sword and putting it close to the neck was better.

  His face contorted into such intense fear that his mommy won’t be able to comfort him even in the afterlife.

  With a clean cut, he was beheaded. Blood sprayed out like a fountain.

  Inspecting the head, it was still tense and written with dread. Well, no matter, he didn’t deserve to live anyways.

  Va’dia threw the filthy head away. *Thump*

  Heading outside with a bloody sword will be guaranteed capture, thus she had to shake off the blood to avoid the blade rusting.

  Metallic hisses.

  .”