Idle Money System

Chapter 78 Karma is real 1

Opening his eyes, Alexander stood up from the bed. He had already eaten and used the, [Vital Drawing Technique] to fully digest his meal.

Now, he slipped on the Spectral Suit. As he adjusted it, he couldn't help but feel that he looked impressive, too bad there wasn't a mirror in this world to confirm his intuition.

Just then, the door slid open, revealing Aeloria, her gaze intent as she watched him. "Alex, are you going out?" she asked.

Initially taken aback by the outfit, she swiftly composed herself and awaited his response.

Alexander wasn't surprised from her sudden intrusion, he had sensed someone outside, hearing some faint footsteps and noticing the slight gap in the door. He can clearly guess it was her.

"Yes, Aeloria, I will be out for a bit and will return shortly. Upon my return, I will explain everything to you," he responded.

Aeloria nodded, then suddenly ran toward him, wrapping her arms around his chest. Alexander couldn't help but wonder, "Does she really enjoy hugging me that much? Have I actually carved out a place in her heart?" He blushed slightly as he hugged her back, his arms circling in her delicate waist.

Aeloria lifted her gaze to him and whispered delicately, "Be careful, and make sure you come back safely."

With their faces so close, Alexander couldn't resist and gently brushed his lips against hers. Unable to stop himself, he deepened the kiss, murmuring, "Guess I really am a bit impulsive." in a low voice that no one could hear even Aeloria.

Aeloria moaned softly, her body seeming to grow weaker in his arms as her eyes turned misty. The intensity in her gaze made his heart blaze, reminding him of a moment they'd once shared but left unfinished.

Yet, he restrained himself, knowing it wasn't the right time. He took a steadying breath, reminding himself that they hadn't even confirmed their relationship yet.

Acting on lust alone felt wrong, and he didn't want to risk disrespecting the bond growing between them.

"Maybe I should consider learning Buddhism or Taoism," Alexander thought as he took his face a step back, letting Aeloria catch her breath.

She sank into his arms, her face flushed deep red, the color spreading to her neck and ears.

"Sorry about that—I couldn't hold back," he muttered, gritting his teeth.

This desire felt more intense than he had anticipated. Aeloria, too shy and embarrassed to meet his eyes, gave him a warm smile and whispered, "It's okay, I'm not upset." Her voice was barely audible, and she shifted her weight shyly.

Alexander took a steadying breath, silently chanting, 'Amitabha' inwardly, trying to clear his mind from the impure thoughts. He placed his hands on her shoulders, gently guiding her back.

"Wait for me here, alright? I have a surprise for you," Alexander said, pinching her nose playfully. Aeloria looked down, her blush deepening.

After saying his farewells, he headed out. Anya was already asleep with Grandma May, leaving him free to focus on his mission. Following Nendo's directions, he set off toward the bandits' lair.

With the Spectral Suit concealing his aura, he felt remarkably light, almost ghostly.

He thought to himself that he could easily pass for a member of the legendary assassin group, the 'Assassins Creed'. Dashing swiftly from tree to tree, he left a faint afterimages in his wake, moving like a phantom in the night. Even a person with sharp eyesight wouldn't be able to spot him.

After only five minutes, he had covered the ten kilometers and arrived near the bandits' hideout.

Scanning the area, he quickly located the entrance. It was heavily guarded, with two bandits clad in leather and iron armor. Torches burned on either side of the cave entrance, casting flickering shadows across the guards and illuminating the area outside.

"If this is indeed the place, then the time has come for me to deliver justice to this world," Alexander whispered, his determination solidifying.

Even if his hands were drenched in blood, he was willing to carry that weight if it meant ridding the world of evil.

Though he lacked true experience in killing a person and knew the weight of that responsibility, he was grateful for his skill, 'Heart of Stone', which would help him bear the burden.

"let's take the first step," he whispered, stepping slowly from his hiding spot.

The two guards, slumped against the cave entrance, were bored and sleepy. One of them even yawned, clearly wishing he could rest for the night.

Suddenly, the sound of faint footsteps reached their ears, snapping them to attention. Startled, they drew their weapons, pointing them at the dark figure approaching from the shadows.

Clad in black, Alexander moved with an aura so chilling that an eerie tension filled the air, sending cold sweat trickling down their backs.

"Who are you to speak?!" the man with the spear roared, his voice echoing with a bravado that was quickly crumbling as he saw the cold, hard glint in Alexander's eyes.

"Dead men tell no tales," Alexander replied, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down their spines.

His killing intent, a palpable force of raw, untamed power, exploded outwards, engulfing the two men in a wave of icy terror. They felt like a prey, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as they faced a predator, not just any predator, but one clad in human flesh.

"Don't... don't come any closer," the man with the sword stammered, his voice cracking with fear. His hand, gripping the hilt of his sword, was shaking so violently.

The other man, his face was ghastly white, as he stood frozen, with his eyes wide with terror. They both knew, deep in their hearts, that they were no matched from the appearance of this man.

Alexander's gaze was cold and unwavering then suddenly the sword [Infernal Fury], materialized in his hand.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the sword, the two men scrambled to react, but it was too late.

In a flash of pure speed, Alexander vanished from his spot, a gust of wind whipping past them as he materialized behind them.

Their screams were cut short as a sharp, searing pain ripped through their chests. Blood gushed from the wounds staining their armor. Even the armor, that is used to defend its user was useless.

They then collapsed lifelessly, with their bodies falling to the ground with a thud, their last breaths escaping in a flurry of coughs and gasps.

[You killed a level 3 Human. You've gained 8 exp.]

[You killed a level 4 Human. You've gained 11 exp.]

Alexander stepped into the light cave, the path illuminated by flickering torches that cast long, the way attaching itself on the walls.

As he walked deeper, the space began to open up, revealing a vast chamber filled with noise. A dozen or so bandits, with their faces hardened by years of violence and debauchery, were gathered around a long, crudely made tables, their laughter booming through the cave.

"Hahaha, brothers, let's drink! Let's drink to another good harvest!" a man with a face twisted by a scar, his eyes gleaming with a cruelty.

"Yeah, let's celebrate! Hahaha, those women from the village, they were real beauties! Just imagine their screams when we assaulted them for an hour straight. That look on their faces, were really priceless!" another bandit added, clinking his cup against another's, his voice dripping with a sickening pleasure.

"Can't argue with that," a third bandit chimed in, his laughter echoing through the chamber.

"The best part was her mother, letting her kid get violated right in front of her. Just the look on her face, that is pure terror and disbelief, was captivating! It was a real masterpiece." he said gleefuly.

"Hey, hey, don't forget about the husband," a burly man with a thick neck and bulging biceps interjected, slapping the last speaker on the back, a sound like a thunderclap.

"You should have gone a little softer on her wife and daughter, you know. Look at the trauma that you have place on him, has poor guy." he said sarcastically.

"Well, that's if they're still alive," the last bandit smirked, his eyes glinting with a chilling indifference.

As Alexander stood in the darkness, his ears catching the vile boasts of the bandits, a storm brewed within him. His anger, surged through his veins, turning his eyes to glacial ice.

The injustice and cruelty inflicted by these men ignited a fire in his soul, a fire that burned with a fierce, unrelenting rage.

[Berserker Instinct was Activated]

The system announced, seeing the sudden increased in fury that coursed through Alexander. It was a primal response, a natural reaction of his anger, in triggering his skill.

The bandits, caught off guard by the sudden shift in the atmosphere, stood frozen in shock and disbelief.

Their happy celebration was shattered by the ominous presence that now loomed before them.

In the center of their place, a figure materialized, cloaked in black suite. The man who had spoken last felt a chill run down his spine as he locked eyes with the stranger.

The coldness in those eyes seemed to pierce his very soul, stripping away the haze of drunkenness making him wide awake.

The bandits, once filled with bravado and cruelty, now quivered in fear, their voices silenced by the sudden appearance of an unknown person in front of them

With a sudden surge in strength, his skill, [Berserker Instinct], had the immense ability to suppress his enemies by making them feel his intense bloodlust.

The man was about to speak when a large hand covered his field of view, gripping it tightly and causing him to groan as he was lifted off the ground.

He struggled, punching and kicking at the hands that held him, but it was futile. The man holding him stood unshaken, like a towering building.

With an iron grip, Alexander seized the man by the face, his features contorting in agony as he was yanked close before being flung across the cave, his body colliding with the rocky wall.

The sickening impact left him slumped, his lifeless eyes staring into oblivion.

[You killed a level 5 Human. You've gained 15 exp.]

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The system's cold announcement was heard by him.

The bandits, their faces drained of color, watched in disbelief as one of their own met a swift and brutal end with just a single throw. The air crackled with tension as the man wielding a heavy sword stepped forward, his voice was firm but his grip is shaky.

"Our location's been discovered. Let's teach this bastard a lesson. Brothers, prepare yourselves," he barked, rallying the rest of the bandits to action.

Surrounded on all sides, Alexander remained unfazed, his blade humming with anticipation.

"Idiots," Alexander muttered, his eyes glared coldly.

The blade in his hand seemed to hum with a life of its own, eager for the impending carnage.

As the cave filled with the shouts, screams, and pleas for mercy, Alexander moved with relentless assault.

In that moment, there was no escape from his wrath, his like a god of death providing justice.

[You killed a level 4 Human. You've gained 11 exp.]

[You killed a level 6 Human. You've gained 14 exp.]

[You killed a level 4 Human. You've gained 10 exp.]

...

A series of notifications sounded in his ears, which was like music to his ears, but this did not calm his anger down. The bandits were like chickens on a chopping board.

As all of them lay down and the place was filled with blood and wreckage, Alexander stood calmly, looking at what he had done.

Then, heavy footsteps echoed from the entrance tunnel as about eight men entered.

The man in the center, brimming with smiles, was large and tall, his frame adorned with an impressive musculature.

He just stopped, and not just him, but his companions were also frozen, looking at the scene.

All the loot bags they were carrying were dropped to the ground in a heavily thud, and a coin different from any other rolled on the ground.

"Take out your weapons!" he shouted, filled with caution. His face was serious, looking at the person who seemed to be the cause of this.