Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 141: prepare

A few hours later, the group finally arrived at the edge of the forest that surrounded the hidden village. The trees that had once been dense and thick began to thin out, revealing sunlight touching the ground filled with wild grass and crawling roots. The air here was hotter, more stifling... as if the place had long been cursed by nature itself.

Sylmara gave a signal with her hand, and the group halted.

"We proceed from here by sneaking in," she said softly but firmly. "Lucas, Mbaku, come with me. Slime too."

The slime on Lucas’s lap trembled lightly. "Adventure?" it said in a cheerful tone.

Lucas patted it gently. "Yeah, but this time, we’re doing it quietly."

The others stayed behind, hiding behind the trees, ready if anything happened. Sylmara pulled up her hood, and the three of them—along with the slime clinging to Lucas’s shoulder—stepped forward, slowly entering the village territory.

The closer they got to the village, the atmosphere changed drastically.

A foul stench pierced the nose—a mix of dried blood, filth, and rotting flesh. The air felt heavier, as if filled with whispers of suffering. They snuck between bushes and old buildings used as guard posts, avoiding the attention of the human guards who laughed and gulped down alcohol.

It didn’t take long before they saw a sight that made Lucas stop for a moment, his jaw tightening.

In the middle of the village’s main road, the elves—men, women, even children—walked in a line. Their necks were tied with ropes, and the humans holding the ends laughed while kicking them like animals.

One guard even spat in the face of an elderly elf woman who could no longer walk. "Move it, trash! Want to be dragged like a dog?!"

The sound of a whip cracked through the air, followed by a scream. Lucas closed his eyes for a moment, trying to contain his boiling rage.

Mbaku growled, his teeth clenched. "These bastards..."

"Calm," Sylmara whispered, her voice cold. "We’re not in position yet."

Lucas looked around. Several buildings, like warehouses, had been turned into pens for elves. In one corner, a human in noble attire sat on a large chair, surrounded by young elf girls forced to dance nude, their bodies covered in whip marks.

The slime on Lucas’s shoulder trembled gently. "Friend... sad," it whispered.

Lucas clenched his fists. "We need to move fast. We can’t wait long."

Sylmara nodded slightly. "I know. But we need a map of the captives’ location, and we have to find out where their leader is. If we attack without a plan, we’ll lose more lives."

Mbaku lowered his head for a moment, then hissed, "Give me ten minutes. I can sniff out the guards’ routes and main paths."

Lucas looked at him. "You sure you can move alone?"

"I’m not just a fighter, Lucas. I’ve been hunting since I was a kid." And with that, Mbaku disappeared into the shadows.

Lucas and Sylmara remained in place, hiding behind a rotting wooden wall. In front of them, a human man dragged a young elf girl into a small house. The girl screamed, but no one cared.

Lucas nearly stepped forward, but Sylmara grabbed his arm. "Not yet. We’ll save them all, but at once."

Lucas stared at her with burning eyes. "If we’re even a few minutes late... she’ll—"

Sylmara glared at him. "If you act now, you’ll die. And the rest will follow. Do you want to be a foolish hero or a successful savior?"

Lucas gritted his teeth, then slowly nodded. "Fine. But we won’t let them live after this."

Sylmara nodded. "Agreed."

A few minutes later, Mbaku returned, slightly out of breath. "Their base is on the west side of the village. It’s heavily guarded. The main prison is underground. At least fifteen guards around it, and one who looks like the leader."

Lucas nodded. "Good. Let’s return and inform the others. Tonight... we destroy this place."

Sylmara gave a faint smile, showing real emotion for the first time. "Tonight, they’ll learn... elves no longer bow."

The slime gently vibrated. "Time for... party?"

Lucas gave a small smile. "A liberation party."

When the three of them returned to the hiding spot, the tension was thick. From behind bushes and trees, loud arguments could be heard—interspersed with growls and voices filled with fury.

Lucas quickened his pace, followed by Sylmara and Mbaku. When they reached the gathering spot, the first thing they saw was two large orcs, their bodies covered in battle scars, angrily pointing at a male elf armed with a spear.

"I told you from the start, we should attack now! You think they’ll wait until we’re ready?!" growled the dark gray-skinned orc, his muscles taut as if ready to charge.

"And I told you, an attack without a plan will only increase the casualties!" the elf snapped back sharply, his face red with emotion. "We’ve already lost too many due to foolishness like that!"

A female orc with olive green skin stepped forward, her eyes blazing with rage. "Foolish? You live comfortably in the woods, while our kin are locked up and used for entertainment! You call us fools for wanting to act?!"

Several elves immediately gripped their weapons, and in an instant, the tension peaked.

Lucas stepped forward. "Enough!"

All heads turned toward him. Even Sylmara looked surprised by the sudden sharpness in his voice.

Lucas walked into the middle of the crowd. "Do you want to save them or kill each other here?!"

For a moment, no one spoke. Only the wind and heavy breathing filled the silence.

Lucas looked at the orcs, then the elves. "We all have our reasons. You all have wounds. But if you choose ego over victory, don’t be surprised if we all end up as corpses tomorrow."

Mbaku grinned from behind. "Heh. You finally sound like a leader."

Lucas ignored him and turned to Sylmara. "We’ve seen the situation. Heavy guards, underground prison. But there’s also an opening. We can sneak in tonight—but only if we work together."

Sylmara stepped forward, facing the tense orcs and elves. "He’s right. I know you don’t trust each other. I don’t either." She paused for a moment. "But I hate those bastard humans more than this distrust."

The male orc who shouted earlier snorted. "And if your plan fails? Should we just sit and wait to die?"

Lucas stared at him sharply. "If it fails, you can charge in however you want. But tonight, give us time to move first. We’ll open the way—you go in and finish it."

The orc clicked his tongue but finally nodded. "Three hours. After that, we’re going in."

Lucas nodded. "Good enough."

The elf guard from before also lowered his head. "Fine. We’ll prepare outside support."

Sylmara then stepped closer to Lucas and spoke softly. "You really love pushing your will, huh?"

Lucas turned to her. "I just hate wasting time."

The slime that had been silent on his shoulder suddenly spoke. "Friends fought! Now... friends team up?"

Lucas patted it gently. "Something like that."

Night slowly fell, bringing darkness that would be their blanket as they slipped back into that hell. But this time, they weren’t coming as prey. They were coming as hunters.

And with that, they retreated into the forest, preparing the plan for a night that would change everything.

The forest embraced them in silence as the group gathered once more, this time with purpose. Weapons were checked, blades sharpened, arrows counted. Whispered instructions passed from ear to ear, and those without arms prepared tools, salves, or anything that might aid the wounded later. The tension from earlier had not completely faded, but it was now focused—honed into something sharper.

Sylmara unfolded a rough sketch drawn from Mbaku’s memory, tracing paths with her finger. "We enter from the north side. There’s a broken section of the fence. Lucas, you and I take the prison sector. Mbaku leads the second group toward the barracks."

Several nods followed, silent but firm.

The wind carried faint cries from the village—muffled, distant, but enough to remind them why they were here.

Lucas tightened the straps of his gear, his expression hard. "We move in twenty minutes. No noise, no mistakes."

Suddenly, the small voice of the slime piped up from his shoulder, cheerful as ever despite the atmosphere.

"Ready, ready... boom boom, rescue time!"

A few chuckles broke through the tension. Even Mbaku cracked a smile.

Lucas gave the slime a soft pat. "Yeah. Rescue time."

Sylmara glanced at the darkening sky. "Let’s make this count."

And with that, the forest seemed to hold its breath—waiting for the night to erupt.

"From a crook scraping by... to a level 99 boss walking into his final dungeon," Lucas whispered with a half-smile.

Sylmara raised an eyebrow, having caught part of his mumbling. "What was that?"

Lucas shrugged, the smile fading into focus. "Nothing. Just... ready."

Sylmara studied him for a second, then smirked faintly. "Good. Because the boss doesn’t get to die first." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Lucas nodded once, his eyes gleaming. "Don’t worry. I plan on being the one who ends the game."

The slime wiggled excitedly on his shoulder. "Boss Lucas! Boss Lucas!"