The village chief's greed and attack on D.L. had effectively driven Jack into a corner.

  Most of the activities of his faction were either slowed down or paralyzed, all thanks to that one NPC.

  Now that he had already cleared the Necromancer Chicken Dungeon, he had nothing else to do than to enact revenge.

  Oh, also a few key points about the Damned Chicken Palace:

  – Rewards were only obtainable once.

  – It was unknown if carrying players in there would help

  – In any case, the whole Dungeon was a freaking pain to run!

  The point was, all his efforts were now aimed at his new task!

  All the participating members of the upcoming plan quickly made their way toward the Butcher's house.

  Jack journeyed there with an ample cloak to hide his identity. By his side, there were: Bubblegum, CPR dude, some sexy cheerleaders in skimpy outfits, and a few selected cultists.

  The reverse-pentagram guys were so damn happy to tag along that Jack was seriously beginning to wonder if they'd live the rest of their lives stuck smiling.

  Ever since the anonymous 20k donation, he suddenly found the cultists very pleasing to the eye! They could worship him more and, at this rate, he wouldn't mind posing nude for them! XD

  Anyway, the journey there was surprisingly uneventful.

  They descended into the Butcher's basement, where they finally laid eyes on something incredible.

  It was a half-destroyed demonic-looking altar with four torches, a red cover made in part with human skin, and plenty of other metallic trinkets.

  He couldn't help but reminisce.

  Back then, the Butcher had offered him a small emblem of the Benevolent Lord. Except the design had been slightly different.

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  – Torch with three lines

  – Benevolent Lord

  – Be benevolent toward allies, strangers, and enemies.

  — VS —


  – Torch with four lines

  – Exalted Hunting Lord

  – Hunt in all directions to devour/enslave.

  – Fun fact, this exalted one was totally a devil.

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  Back then, he hadn't overthought it. After all, besides cannibalism, it was pretty normal to worship such a god near a hunting ground (forest).

  Never in his wildest dreams would he have ever thought that the guy would have a full fucking altar in his basement! Sure, it was broken but even then!

  Logically it wouldn't have been possible to fix it.

  But, it just so happened that he had an incredibly deep runic knowledge from his previous life and tons of NPCs to assist him.

  Reincarnation cheat + Power of friendship !!!

  "Are you guys ready to get to work?" Jack asked.

  They all answered in very shaking voices.

  "Y-yes?"

  "S-sure?"

  "K-kinda?"

  God, this altar really looked evil! Was it really a good idea to unleash whatever was in there upon the world?!

  To that last question, the cultists answered, "Hell the fuck yes!!!!"

  They were so goddamn excited that they looked like New Leaf players in front of a bucket of fried chicken!

  At that moment, Jack was putting his leadership stat to good use. He had so many NPCs and players with him that it was definitely activating, haha.

  It was tedious but very challenging work that took forever to complete. In the end, they were left with a pristine altar with an incredibly well-detailed magic circle surrounding it.

  They were all set to begin— or almost.

  "Are we starting?"

  "What are we waiting for?"

  They all looked toward Jack, awaiting his okay. But he simply shook his head, signaling them to be patient.

  What he planned on doing would absolutely create an incredible commotion. It would be impossible to hide it from the village chief.

  The seconds turned into minutes as Jack was completely lost in thought.

  "Boss? What are we…?" CPR dude wanted to ask, but a commotion resounded above ground.

  — BAM!! —


  The basement door flew open a second later, a bloodied body tumbling down the metal stairs. The projectile was the Butcher, and he was utterly incapable of getting up.

  That's when the village chief appeared.

  "Fuck!"

  "This timing is horrible!"

  "Oh crap! Protect the Demon King!"

  Many screams resounded as the man slowly descended step by step, loudly cracking his knuckles. He had a large savage grin on his face as he witnessed the people present in the room.

  "Would you look at that? All of you guys are accomplices?! How stupid of you! Now I'll have to bring you to justice. Taking all you own should teach you a lesson, right?" He cackled.

  Behind him, there was the old lady obediently following. Her eyes were glued to his chest.

  A player couldn't help but raise a brow.

  "Wait….he's alone. Training instructor, let's fuck him up!" He thundered excitedly.

  But the ally NPCs' faces were stern. They knew that they couldn't defeat him. They couldn't flee either since he was blocking the only exit.

  A player charged at him and hacked with his axe. But, his blow was deflected by a protective shield that looked the same as the barrier around the village!

  "W-what?!" The flabbergasted player was henceforth squashed to death.

  This was the sad reality of the situation. The chief was invincible in the village.

  The allies couldn't help but shake their head in despair. They freaking had known that she'd snitch on them! For once, Jack had been wrong, entirely so!

  The chief guffawed:

  "You guys are really idiots. You told her your plan! At first, I thought it would be a feint, but nope. You really all are here!"

  "It was my pleasure, village chief!" The old lady enthusiastically replied. "I'd do anything for you! You know that, right?" She lovingly whispered as she glued herself to his muscular chest.

  That's when she leaned in for a kiss. The village chief tried his best to endure the horrible sensation. She had just helped him so much after all.

  But then his gaze landed on the cheerleaders with their perky breasts and their skin that looked so damn supple! Their expression was one of disgust as they glanced at the decrepit thing that was embracing him.

  That's when he couldn't take it anymore. He quickly pushed the old woman away, showing apparent repulsion toward her. No one could blame him either. As the village chief, he had stunning female players vying for his attention daily.

  The problem was that the old lady noticed how much he loathed touching her. That's when Jack grinned. Love could oh so easily turn into scorn!

  "Who wants to overturn the chief?" He chuckled.

  The old lady was the first to raise her hand.

  This was Karma, but only the very first step of a calamitous plan…


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  [A/N] Hype! Feb Mass Release Time! ??

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