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  Never had the Village Chief suffered such humiliation!

  They had stripped him of his position, stuck him in a fucking potato sack, and now he was at the mercy of that disgusting old lady, goddammit!

  He couldn't help but hurl every time he felt her wrinkly hand caress his back through the sack, telling him that everything would be okay, that they'd together from now on.

  Fuck no! Who wanted to be with such an old bitch!!! She should have known her fucking place and watched him from afar. He far out of her fucking league!

  But no! That crazy shrew had schemed with the Demonic Fucker to kidnap him! Oh, he would get his revenge on both of them! His wrath would be fucking biblical! Yes, it would!

  Inwardly he was professing how he'd make them pay, make them eternally regret.

  But suddenly, the earth trembled as war cries echoed all over. At first, the Chief was perplexed, but then he began chuckling. Those were his I.R.L. soldiers! Oh, this would be great!

  He could already picture what would happen. He had seen how meager the D.L. troops were! The villagers would never participate in a fight that included only braves.

  D.L. was doomed and this was an opportunity!

  He perked his ears, listening to the massacre that began as blood flowed like a torrent. It was mostly his people dying, but as long as they ran over D.L., they could all die for all he cared.

  He was looking for a man, in particular, one who was the perfect subordinate, one that was incapable of insubordination.

  "Pssst— Lead!!!" He whispered as subtly as he could when he heard the whooshing of the man's spear.

  "C-chief?!…" The man had definitely heard him.

  Now all the Chief had to do was wait and pray. His current captor was only the old bat, with the others a distance away. This was good.

  As long as he got out of these fucking bindings, he'd be able to overpower her! After all, she was just a frail old lady, and her poison would barely affect one as strong as him.

  He couldn't see anything, but he heard the fighting. He heard the people cursing Lead— enemies, and allies alike. He heard him move toward him, and he waited.

  The old lady was watching everything happen with eagle eyes. She was wary, sending death glares toward the battlefield.

  "I'm watching you." She warned.

  The braves gulped whenever they met her gaze. They understood that coming near her was a death sentence and obediently stayed away.

  But then one spearman was suddenly thrown backward after blocking an attack. It looked straight out of an action movie!— Not that she would have known.

  The man's face twisted in horror as the old lady grabbed a few vials.

  "I-I'm very sorry beautiful lady! I'd never dare to disturb the Chief's wife, but they threw me and—"

  "Fine, scram!" She waved her hand, feeling magnanimous— Totally not because of the praise…


  She nodded, pleased as she watched him rejoin the battlefield. But that's when she felt something wriggle at her feet.

  "Hehehe, too late." The Chief cackled as he broke free from his restraints, making them explode.

  He couldn't help but praise that one Lead guy. How masterfully done! He had used the long reach of his spear to free him so subtly!

  "H-how?!" The old lady turned white.

  "I'm a fucking hero, that's how! It's reckoning time, you wrinkly blind bitch!" That's when he slapped her.

  — Slap! —


  Oh god! That was so fucking satisfying!

  He felt his palm collide with her cheek. Her eyes widened in horror, but it was too late.

  There was enough power in this slap to throw her to the ground, her last remaining teeth flying all over the place.

  "W-why?!" She cried out weakly as if her entire life was crumbling around her.

  He loved that look on her face. After all the times, he had to freaking pretend to like her so she wouldn't betray him!

  "Fucking dumb toad lusting after your better. The fucking ground is where you belong!" He spat on her, then gave her one last kick, her ribs cracking.

  She lay weakly on the ground, her entire body a mess. In the distance, a few players had noticed the scene and were staring with their eyes bulging.

  "As the village chief, I hereby sentence this evil bitch to repent for her sins! She took part in that devil summoning attempt!" He heroically shouted.

  Many braves shuddered:

  "That's so cruel!"

  "She's an old lady!"

  "Yeah, but an evil one!"

  "No mercy for the enemy!"

  "Don't worry too much. It's a game."

  "So what if she's a frail woman?! The witch deserves it for conspiring with the enemy!"

  Perhaps they wouldn't have been so vindicative had she been young and beautiful, but as things stood….they did not care one bit!

  The Chief gave a mocking glance at the nearby Blacksmith and Steven. They could watch what would happen next, for they were too weak to prevent it!

  He heroically turned toward the Butcher's shop. It was time to end it all!

  He gave a confident grin. Seeing the dark energy seeping out, he knew for a fact that something had gone wrong with their ritual.

  Normally, he wouldn't be able to fight Igor and that magic-obsessed bastard, but now everything was different.

  "It's time for Justice." His voice echoed in the village, and with it, D.L. crumbled.

  They had been powerfully holding their ground, akin to legendary Spartans, but their HP was already running out.

  With the Chief's call, they all perished, all of them!

  This was because of them even tried to flee.

  As they perished one after the other, loot rained.

  They all dropped at least one item, whether it was a consumable, an armor piece, or their weapon for the unluckiest. This was all because of their red names.

  They had failed, and I.R.L. had won.

  The Chief and his minions barged into the basement.

  He waved his hand, and the nearby spearman understood what he meant. As Lead led the charge against the two NPCs, the Chief cackled.

  "This Village Chief is back! Let me see you try and stop me this time!"

  He took a step toward the magic circle. All he had to do was release the devil inside, and the asshole would be doomed.

  Oh, the consequences would likely be dire for the village too, but why should he care?

  A village in perfect condition stolen from him?

  OR

  A village in tatters where he was king?

  The choice was obvious!

  He was the motherfucking Village Chief! Always and forever! As if he'd let anyone steal it from him!!!

  As for the destruction? The Demon King and the traitorous villagers would naturally take the blame!

  Just as he was about to reach the circle, a lone red-robed old man stood in front of him, blocking his way.

  "It's no use." The man shook his head.

  "What?!" Who the hell was this fearless guy?!

  "You might as well give up. The Demon King is invincible! He is a god amongst men and—" He kept babbling.

  Tch— He was crazy! The Chief wouldn't lose any time with him. He grabbed his head in his powerful grip, slowly crushing it all until it exploded like a watermelon.

  Yet even as he was dying, the weakling had still been running his mouth.

  "Fucking D.L., they're the fucking worst!" The Chief spat.

  It was time to end them…


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