The Transmigrated Novelist

Roy just looked at that scene with a cold and detached look, like whatever was happening in front of him, had nothing to do with him. Like he had never seen that beauty that was being beaten up.

There was no trace of emotion on his face, positive nor negative, there was nothing. It looked like he was just watching some disgusting scene by the side of the road, with no intention of intervening.

That beauty seem extremely pitiful at that moment, as she unconsciously turned her head towards Roy with a pleading look, but she found nothing.

No emotion whatsoever!

That made her extremely bitter in her heart, as she understood that she had lost the care of this man for all her life.

Perhaps this piece of shit could act tough in front of her and pretend to be the leader of the group, but deep down in her heart, this bastard wasn't even able to hold a candle to her true Master.

But she wasn't the only one who felt like that, even the remaining 5 of her friends that had decided to change sides, seemed to be in the same situation.

They were regretting their previous betrayal, they regretted their stupid decisions but now was too late for them.

The ones who had been the smartest, and the ones that had earned the most from this situation were most probably the two fainted women behind.

But the moment they thought like that, a dangerous feeling of jealousy was born inside their bodies, and each of them seemed to be looking with deadly eyes towards the two of them.

If looks could kill, then perhaps at that moment these 6 women would be drinking the blood of those two, as they forced them to get ra*ped by hundreds of these savages they had surrendered to.

Opposite them, Roy kept his cold and detached look, as slowly a cold and chilling killing intent was surfacing on his eyes.

He didn't put these bastards in his eyes, despite he was against 60 or 70 warriors and soldiers with quite a few of them being Rank 1 he didn't put them in his eyes.

The only problem in his heart at this moment was the fact that he would have to kill them quickly and couldn't make them suffer as they should for doing the stupidest mistake of their lives.

Even though he hadn't quite tortured someone with his own hands in a torture of blood and gore, he felt that at that moment he would be more than capable to do it.

Certainly, after finishing most probably he would either pass out or start vomiting everything inside his stomach, but that didn't really matter to him at that moment.

The only thing he wanted at that particular moment was to make all these pieces of shit suffer as much as they could for the pain they had caused to his women.

Especially the two behind him, and those that had died on the way. As for the 6 of them standing in front of him, they looked no different from the crowd of savages.

He could understand the fact that they had forgotten the pledge to him, as it was a matter of existence, and they didn't have much of a connection.

But there was no way he was going to forgive their audacity and bi*tchy attitude towards the women that were willing to die to protect that pledge.

Even though these ladies didn't have a high position in his heart, with what they did they had certainly climbed quite a few stairs.

Even though strength was extremely important, and only an iron fist would have a spot in this world, that wasn't the quality he, Roy, valued most.

The greatest quality he looked at a woman was loyalty.

As long as a woman was loyal to him, then everything else could be taken care of with the help of herbs, treasures, and resources.

For example, hadn't he already found more than 200 bottles of magic origin milk that was capable of reshaping, cleaning, and improving a human body?

Each bottle of magic origin milk meant an extra Excellent aptitude mage by his side. As long as he was able to provide them with the right Arts, he would have a high-rank Mage or Warrior in the future.

For that reason, Roy was slowly but surely getting more and more furious, as the bloodlust, and killing intent expanding from his body started increasing like it had received steroids.

In just a few short moments, the temperature in the surroundings had fallen by at least a few degrees, as no one had seen when a huge Water Ball had appeared above their heads.

The huge Water Ball was suspended over the heads of everyone present, as in the middle of the Water Ball, appeared even a small fist size Acidic Ball.

Despite being a Rank 3 Acidic Mage, it was impossible for Roy to make a huge Acidic Ball in that environment, so he could only mix it with the Water Ball and create a mixed magic spell.

It wasn't like there weren't mixed, and combined magic spells in the whole Navita, it was just that it was the first time someone had used it like this.

Roy knew that his Rank 3 Acid was extremely powerful, and most probably would burn these guys badly if he used it against them, but he didn't want to do that.

He wanted to kill them with his own hand. After all, if it was just to kill them, then the Venom Magic should be enough.

At that moment, that leader that had thrown the beauty on the ground, looked towards Roy with an extremely vicious, and malicious glint, as he said,

"Boy toy, kneel down and beg for this daddy to spare your cheap life!"

In his eyes, Roy was clearly nothing short of a stupid man who would risk his life, pain, and torture for a woman.

The stupidest of the stupid. Women were nothing more than a tool to release their pent-up desires and stress. Nothing more and nothing less!

As if that wasn't enough, he was extremely enraged when the bi*tch he was playing with called him Master in front of him.

If someone is the Master in here, it should be this daddy here, and not that cu*ckolded boy toy. Now, this daddy shall show you bi*tch who is the Master here!

These were his thoughts at that moment, while the rest of the leaders were looking as if they were about to witness a great show, with the soldiers and warriors roaring and screaming behind.

"Hmph~! Useless Scum, let me show you your place!"

With those words, Roy directly released the huge Water Ball that was standing atop their heads, which was mixed with acid.

Caught unprepared and startled each and every one of these guys looked above, as the rest of the Water Ball fell on their heads.

"Agghhhhh, aaaaggghghhh, dammmnnn, aaaggghhh, aaaaaakkkggghhhh~!" x64

Each and every one of them started screaming and roaring in pain like a damn pig, as the acidic water fell over their bodies, and especially their eyes, and hands.

They were going through soul-rendering pain, as despite the acidic concentration being low in the water, the strongest of them was only at Rank 1.

Their bodies were extremely weak, and unable to bear the ferocity of that acid, after all, that acid had pierced even the inner skin of a Rank 5 Green Horn Snake.

Roy didn't seem to care about the roars and screams of these bastards, as he acted quickly and took out a rope out of his space ring.

The most troublesome thing with these bastards was their number and the fact that they might run away in different directions, and he would be unable to deal with them.

With that thought in his mind, he quickly tied the rope to a tree, and then started running around them, and trapping them inside the rope.

With their eyes out of function, and with their hands burning in pain it was impossible for them to run away from him.

At the same time, he didn't forget to take out a sword from his space ring and extend it towards the legs of the warriors on the outside while he trapped them in there.

Some of these smart asses might try to use their leg in order to destroy his trap, so he would make sure that they didn't have the chance.

It didn't take him long to make a full circle and set up his small trap, as the moment he stopped he created another huge Water Ball on top of their heads.

Seeing that the concentration had been within limits and those guys hadn't suffered much, he started making experiments with the concentration and burn them slowly with acid.

It was quite the situation as each and every one of these guys was screaming like a pig being slaughtered unable to escape or have a moment of peace.

If one of them tried to act smart Roy would appear in front of him and then cut off their legs, and while doing that another thought came through his mind.

Every other moment he would send a small acidic ball towards one of the leaders or warriors' third leg, and burn their little brothers, making their screams of pain even more soul-stirring.

The two ladies behind him had passed out when he had appeared but were unable to stay like that as they heard the screams of those warriors, and soldiers.

But there was no trace of fear, pain, or pity in their eyes, only pride, arrogance, and vengeance.