Building My Guild With A Blank Scroll-Chapter 78: Rumel The Slave-2

On the rooftop Rumel could be seen and upon noticing how the situation would obviously end up, she sprouted into action. Having removed her gloves a portal-like display formed up before her and reaching in, she drew out her hand almost in an instant as the object was brought out, being thin and about 15 meters long that it went far up in the sky. It was a simple crafted ranged weapon, made of a strong sliver string well fastened around a sharp jaguar’s saber tooth—the Death String.

*SWOOSH!

It snaked in the sky with perfect balance and smooth skill usage, her eyes locked on the target while her hand worked the weapon as if it had a mind of its own. Gravity seemed to have long been tamed by her, managing to keep the death string in the air without stress. Looking closely, flautations of space could be seen inches around the string, for she had channelled her spiritual energy into it.

As of course she was a high slave because of that, having earned such an opportunity of awakening her aura at the young age of fourty-two. Everyone knew that any aura awakening after the age of thirty-six was what one would call a a living hell, yet to a slave like her— it was one of her greatest achievements in life and best things to have ever happen to her. Having mastered the acts of pleasuring and taken in so much seed she could have become an entire farmland by now, with a simple sprinkle of soil.

Rumel’s eyes appeared to now be transparent under the daylight, although it was aflame with her sliver aura. Moving her hands forward and then in a cirucular motion, timing each turn flawlessly the string moved in the sky almost like a lasso. And with a thrust of her hand which moved so fast it was like a blur—

*SWISH!

The saber tooth pierced right through the air heading straight for the target as if it’d been told about it. Fueled with aura, the weapon reached in seconds being quite fast that unless the Guildmaster had well sharpened senses, he wouldn’t see it coming. Well of course he didn’t, as the fact that he’d never believe being attacked in his own territory was possible added up to totaly catching him off-guard.

*SQUISH!

*CRACK-CRACK!

The death string surely lived up to it’s name as reapers would have to consider it to a scythe instead. For not only did it go through his nape with ease, his skull was showed no mercy as it went straight through like butter. Even till it came out of his forhead with the blood red saber tooth swinging left and right before his own eyes.

*ACK!

*THUD! fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

The Guildmaster dropped to his knees with his eyes rolling back into his head or what was left of it. As his death was instant with a master chef chopping mere onions being unable to complete.

*BAM!

Just like that he fell face flat on the ground with no spec of life in him, leaving the woman beyond stunned as she couldn’t select a specific emotion for herself at this moment.

Flinching as she heard and saw the weapon move, it was pulled so fast the dead body’s neck snapped with his head almost coming off.

"Eek!" She even felt it to be simply overly brutal though having wanted him dead. Well, atleast she was human, however the figure standing on the rooftop had long lost her’s as any other high slaves. If a robot was a better description, it would have long replaced slaves. For slaves were more than that, a high slave like her especially— thoughtless, painless, emotionless and high enduring entities whose obedience surpassed the word itself.

"What was that?!" A voice boomed from within the building as heavy footsteps were heard approaching.

"Where’s the Guildmaster?" Another voice was heard with a third following up.

"Don’t forget our lunch guys, he insisted on sharing her of course."

While the woman still semingly plastered to the ground felt disgusted by the words and failing to notice who it belonged to, Rumel had surely known who they were. Her eyes wide open, as nothing could have been more better than getting the remaining names on her list being in one place at the same time.

*WHOOSH!

Without a thought she was down on the ground and a good distance away, when three figures emerged from the building as at that moment, was when the woman had the realization hit her with one of the best maces in its arsenal.

’Those- Those are the Spikes, the pillars of the guild and top dogs after the guildmaster!!’ Her heartcore had already sat in a formula one by now, as she’d wished she were dead, causing her hands to slowly search the ground for the weapon situated on her lap— oh what fear could do to a person of course.

"What?! The Guildmaster?!"

’Oh no oh no, they’ve seen it! They’ve seen it!!’ As if she expected them to go blind on the spot. "They’ve seen me !! They’ve seen me!! I’m finished! I’m finished!!’

Whatever that was preventing her from blacking out was slowly eating away by now, as the gazes of all three spikes had landed right on hers.

"Did you do this?" The voice was no where loud as the words which quaked her insides so much that her head began to move from left to right. Shaking her head until she—

*THUD!

Fell on the ground, totally knocked out.

"Well, I was going to thank her anyways—hahaha."

"Finally this trash of a leader has been rid of us of course. The Thorns will surely mourn you with a grand feast, hahaha!"

"Guys?"

"Which of his women are you taking, I’m just having three— not gonna be greedy on this one."

"Ohoo, well I am then. Hahaha, it’s your loss brother to miss such divine pleasure. Your loss I say."

"Guys?"

"Ah, how could i forget the command seal."

"You know the idiot ate it, claiming he was the command forever and other yip yapping—hah."

"Never believed he did that— so nasty. Well lets gut him out."

"Says the same person claiming it to be nasty, if that isn’t great then what is."

"Me of course—hahahaa."

"Aren’t we supposed to find—huh." He seemed to have noticed movement from the corners of his eyes and upon turning, it was like a flash of his life before meeting death. As all he got to see was something or someone spin in the air a meter or two and then kick something. For that thing was heading nowhere else than towards him.

*SWISH!

*CRACK-CRACK!

The death string had struck again, administering nothing but death itself.

*ACK!

*HE-HEL-HEL-p!

*THUD!

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