No More Pain For This Villain.



As I approached the border crossing between the Reva kingdom and Grav kingdom, I observed the strict protocols in place for inspecting travelers. The guards, donned in their well-fitted armor, maintained a professional demeanor as they questioned each person entering the kingdom. Their attentive gazes and occasional use of magic to scan for hidden items or concealed intentions demonstrated the seriousness with which they carried out their duties.

The surroundings of the border crossing were a blend of practicality and functionality. The stone walls that demarcated the kingdom were formidable, standing tall and sturdy, meant to withstand any potential threats. Towering watchtowers loomed at strategic intervals, manned by vigilant sentinels who kept a watchful eye on the surrounding lands.

As I waited my turn for inspection, I noticed the diverse crowd of travelers. Merchants with their wagons packed with goods, adventurers clad in well-worn armor, and common folk seeking passage for various reasons formed a bustling mix of individuals from different walks of life. The atmosphere buzzed with a combination of anticipation, weariness, and excitement, as each person had their own story to tell.

After parting ways with Anabelle and her group, I embarked on a solitary journey that spanned ten days, leading me to the border crossing between Reva Kingdom and Grav Kingdom. My objective was clear: to reach the Port and set sail for the enigmatic Crooked Islands. Time was of the essence, leaving me no room for leisurely sightseeing.

Blaze had informed me that the nearest harbor to the mysterious island lay at the far end of the western coastline. Despite the challenges that awaited me, I remained resolute in my pursuit of power.

Finally, it was my turn to face the scrutiny of the guards. With calm composure, I presented my identification papers and answered their inquiries with utmost clarity. Their keen eyes scrutinized my appearance, searching for any signs of deception or ill intent. Satisfied with their assessment, they allowed me to proceed into the Reva kingdom.

Stepping beyond the border crossing, I found myself in a transitional zone. The immediate vicinity was a buffer area, with sparse vegetation and signs indicating the change in jurisdiction. It was here that I experienced my first glimpse of Reva kingdom's unique environment.

As I ventured deeper into the kingdom on my horse, the transformation became evident. The landscape became more vibrant, with lush forests, rolling hills, and flowing rivers that spoke of the kingdom's connection to nature. The architecture of the settlements gradually shifted, blending harmoniously with the surroundings. Buildings incorporated natural elements such as wood, stone, and living plants, creating a seamless integration with the environment.

Demi-humans and beastmen, their features ranging from feline to avian to reptilian, mingled among the populace. Their distinct physiques and mannerisms added a sense of otherworldliness to the kingdom. The air carried a different scent, a mix of earthiness and the fragrant blooms that adorned the pathways.

Navigating through the bustling streets, I observed the daily lives of the kingdom's inhabitants. Market stalls showcased a rich variety of produce, crafts, and artifacts, enticing both locals and visitors alike. The sounds of negotiations, friendly banter, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air, painting a vivid picture of the kingdom's vibrant community.

As I immersed myself in this new realm, I couldn't help but appreciate the authenticity and intricacy of the Reva kingdom. The gradual transition from the border crossing to the heart of the kingdom allowed me to truly experience the sights, sounds, and atmosphere of this captivating world of demi-humans and their unique culture.

"Hey!" someone called out, tapping my shoulder and nearly causing me to lose my balance. Instinctively, I spun around, ready to unleash a powerful strike against any potential threat.

To my surprise, the person behind me didn't even flinch. Instead, I found myself face to face with a massive figure—a beastman. He had the appearance of a half-wolf, or perhaps more like a werewolf, complete with clothing that seemed tailored to accommodate his unique physique. Standing several feet taller than me, he forced me to crane my neck to meet his gaze, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe mixed with caution.

"You don't look like you're from around here," he grinned, revealing his long, pearly fangs that glistened under the sunlight.

'He's here to rob you!' Blaze's voice echoed in my mind, warning me of potential danger.

"Yeah, I ain't from these parts," I replied, maintaining a calm demeanor despite the hint of skepticism in my voice.

"So, where ya headed?" he asked in a husky voice, giving off a vibe that seemed more like a roadside thug than a friendly traveler.

"Don't concern yourself with that," I dismissed him, trying to walk away and continue on my journey.

But the werewolf-like figure swiftly blocked my path, stretching his arms wide open as if to physically prevent me from leaving. "Hey, man, I might look intimidating, but I ain't no common thug. I'm a professional guide, and I genuinely wanted to help you," he said, his laughter subsiding as he tried to convince me of his intentions.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his sudden change in demeanor. Did my sarcastic remark unintentionally trigger his sense of humor?

"And then what? Rob me blind?" I retorted, still skeptical of his claims. His bewildered expression quickly turned into uncontrollable laughter, leaving me baffled. Had I inadvertently cracked a joke that only he found amusing?

Regaining his composure, he finally managed to speak through his lingering chuckles. "No, my friend, no need to worry. I'm not here to rob anyone. I genuinely want to assist you. Besides, I can use some extra coin for my services," he replied, his voice tinged with mischief.

My skepticism remained, but a mischievous smile tugged at the corner of my lips. If he thought he could handle the task, then perhaps he would be entertaining enough to accompany me on this journey.

"Is that so? Then take me to Prowlers' Cove as fast as your hairy legs can carry," I declared, tossing three gold coins in his direction, testing his confidence in his abilities.

Confusion crossed his face as he glanced back and forth between me and the coins in his hands. His initial excitement seemed to waver, as if he had underestimated the weight of his own boastful claims.

"You can't? Then give the money back," I demanded, a hint of triumph evident in my voice.

In an instant, his demeanor shifted, and a confident grin spread across his face. "Of course I can, my friend! Who else, if not me? I'll take you to Prowlers' Cove in a heartbeat," he swiftly pocketed the coins, responding to my challenge with renewed determination.

"Just give me a moment, I'll fetch my horse," he said, dashing towards a group of people nearby who seemed to be searching for individuals like him—guides, perhaps.

I watched with a mix of fascination and disbelief as he approached the group. And then... it happened. He slapped the nearest person with a resounding crack and seized his horse. It was a strange sight, witnessing a wer

ewolf riding a scrawny horse, but somehow, it seemed to fit the bizarre nature of this encounter.

'And he claimed he wasn't a common thug, what a degenerate,' I cringed, questioning the integrity of my newfound guide.

'Coming from you, it's rather ironic,' Blaze shot back at me, his voice laced with amusement.

Returning to my side, the werewolf-like figure now mounted the stolen horse.

 "What's your name?" I asked, realizing that it would be better to know the name of the person I had just entrusted my journey to in this unfamiliar kingdom.

"Oh, my name? It's Devon," he said, offering a hand.

I took his hand and shook it firmly. "Ren," I replied, acknowledging the necessity of courtesy, even in such peculiar circumstances.

"Nice to meet you, then, Ren. I hope this journey will be a good one," Devon said with a playful glint in his eyes, as if he anticipated the challenges and adventures that awaited us.

"Likewise," I replied, my mind now fully consumed by thoughts of the upcoming trials, mysteries, and discoveries that awaited me on this path to power.

With Devon as my guide, we set off towards Prowlers' Cove, embarking on a journey filled with uncertainty and adventure. Little did I know that this chance encounter with a werewolf would mark the beginning of a remarkable chapter in my life—one where my pursuit of power would intertwine with the secrets of the Crooked Islands and the enigmatic forces that awaited me there. And as I rode alongside this unpredictable, yet strangely captivating guide, I couldn't help but wonder what surprises lay ahead, ready to test the limits of my courage and determination.

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[A/N: So who remembers Devon? I won't blame you if you don't . After all, his name was mentioned just once. If you do remember him, comment below and let's share our thoughts!

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