The Transmigrated Novelist

Right at that moment, quite a few shadows appeared around him, completely circling around him, making him look like a trap caught little mouse.

It was truly vexing for Roy as he had intentionally tried to stay away from these guys, but they had somehow managed to notice him and prepare this trap for him.

One look at their smiling scarred faces would be enough to understand that those guys thought that they had trapped this little mouse and were thinking of eating its meat.

Who would blame them though, they were 20 people on their side, standing around Roy who was alone.

And that was just comparing the numbers because if they started to compare the builds of these guys and that of Roy, he would be in an even more difficult situation.

More than 5 of them seemed like they were at least triple or quadruple his size. Just that scene made him look just like a little flea in front of elephants.

"Eh!? I thought you said that we had a good pray to catch, why it's just a little brat?"

"Yes, chief could it be that you were mistaken this time?"

"This kid can't be our good target right?"

At first, they were happy that the trap had succeeded but who would have expected that it would be only Roy in there.

The chiefs face and expression seemed to be heavy and ugly as well, as he looked at Roy like he was a waste of time, and said,

"Tche~! To think that even that thing would be broken, nothing seems to work in this place! Grab this kid and take whatever you can from him, then use him as our new errand boy! Damned luck!"

The other guys in his group seemed to have become truly disappointed as well, as the weakest two went towards Roy with the intention to capture him and bring him along.

During all this time, none of them had paid attention to Roy, his facial expressions, or his possible thoughts. None of them gave him any value.

Roy wasn't truly bothered by their words, as to him, these were only the words of some dying idiots. In fact, he was wondering how had they been able to survive until now in this place.

The moment that he had been surrounded he had already spread his 'sense area' in order to determine their strength better.

Most of these guys were Rank 2 and Rank 3, and only 3 of them were fighters with some true strength as they were Early Rank 4 Warriors or Mages.

Still, this powerful looking line-up was nothing more than a good exercise for him to stretch his arms a bit, and nothing more.

Seeing that there wasn't much he could interact with them, Roy decided to take care of them quickly, so the next moment he pulled one of the greatswords from his space ring and jumped in the attack.

The chief seemed still a bit unconvinced of the fact that he had found only a stinky brat in this place, after being led here by his artifact, so he was keeping an eye on Roy.

Perhaps he had something of value with him or was the Young Noble, or Young Master of a wealthy family, that would truly be a good catch.

But as he was still keeping an eye on Roy he saw him take out of nowhere his greatsword, so he directly concluded that Roy must have a space ring.

As for the fact that Roy was attacking, he felt like it was nothing but some sort of joke. A stinky brat like him, just what could he possibly think of achieving?

'Banggg…, Boooommm…'

It was only when he heard the sudden explosion that he finally understood just how wrong was he, as Roy had sent one of his strongest vice-chiefs flying like a broken kite.

That completely stupefied the poor chief, but before he could even think of saying something, he saw that Roy wasn't finished.

'Banggg…, Boooommm…'

He changed direction the moment he landed in a purely fantastic motion, and then attacked his second vice-chief sending him the same way.

Their condition was unknown but for sure by the sound of it was nothing good. Still, that wasn't the end of Roy's first attack, as suddenly he made a full angle change in his trajectory to come for the Chief.

Despite being stupefied at that moment, the Chief of these bandits was an experienced fighter, so he managed to regain his composure, and quickly raise his sword in defense position.

Too bad that his sword quality wasn't really high and coupled with his emergent defense position there were too many openings and problems with his posture.

'Claaannngg…, Baannnggg…, Booommmm…'

The same scene had finally happened for a third time in a row, as even the Chief was sent flying. While not in the worse condition that his vice-chiefs were thrown it was still nothing good.

Dealing the three strongest incapacitating blows, Roy could finally take his time into dealing with the weaklings around him, as it turned into more of bullying than fighting.

In less than 10 minutes the whole group of bandits was taken down, with all of them dying beside the chief and the two vice-chiefs.

It wasn't that Roy had any intention of letting them leave, there were only two reasons why the three of them were still breathing.

First, because he wanted information about the closest town and the happenings in there, and second because he wanted their treasury.

As bandits, these guys must have certainly created a small fortune and hidden it somewhere, and it would be a pity if it was left rotting where it was.

Bringing the three of them together, he gave a tight slap to each of the vice-chiefs and then said,

"Tell me about the closes town or city ahead, and where is the treasury!"

"You think I would tell you…"

'Slashh~!'

Before the first guy could even say anything, Roy had cut his head clean from his shoulders like cutting a blade of grass, then looking at the other guy he said with a nonchalant tone,

"What about you?"

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

Just like that, he started talking non-stop about everything he knew. As if giving him hope, Roy didn't kill him directly but asked the same question to the Chief as well.

Only when he was finally certain that the information was correct, he finally said,

"You are truly sensible people, if you weren't bandits I might have even left you alive! Too bad, I guess!"

With that said, before they could even say a word, his greatsword descended on their necks, and they were both decapitated as well.

According to the information he received, the closest town ahead was called the 'Lingering Spirits Town' controlled by a fake baron.

This guy was a dominion-less baron, who had pulled a lot of strings and paid a lot of money to attain the small, creepy, and crappy town ahead.

The only thing that kept this place running was the high entrance fee, and the taxes from the merchants coming from afar.

Since this place was close to the Death Forest, the resources found here, were rare in other parts of the country or even the planet, so there were quite a few merchants coming.

The baron didn't give a damn about security and whatever happened in this place, the only thing he knew was the golden coins.

Certainly, with his strength and cheap mentality, it was impossible for him to keep this place under his rule for long. But nobody dared to do that, due to the fear of who stood behind him, Earl Clark.

The people passing through this place could offend the shitty baron, but there was no way of offending that lunatic.

So, as a matter of fact, the poor baron was nothing more than a puppet ruler for Earl Clark, but he seemed to enjoy his position.

After all, he had everything he had ever wanted, women, wealth, power, and finally a dominion. Even though it wasn't under his factual rule, it was still known as his.

Everyone was happy with this arrangement, and the truth was that no one cared much about that guy. Only the merchants would try to bribe him sometimes to get better facilities and protection.

He was just like the manager of a store, nothing more nothing less!

With the information about the town, and the route ahead Roy immediately started running towards his destination.

As for the bandit's treasure, it was thankfully all gathered in the chief's space ring, that he hanged on his neck, so he didn't need to run far away to look for it.

In less than 1 day since leaving the Death Forest, Roy finally managed to reach the 'Lingering Spirits' town and enter inside, it wasn't much, just like a dirty medieval town of stone.

Normally one would need an identity plate to enter the town, but this place wasn't known as slums for no reason.

The guards in the town's gate had their own little business as they would provide all the people who could pay with new identity plates, and Roy found this very satisfying.

In less than 10 minutes, he came out from a small building on the side of the gate with a new identity plate. His name was Roy, and he was the descendant of a small noble family.

It was mind-blowing how these guys could forge something like this, but it was nonetheless great news for him.

Taking the identity of a villager from a small village was too cliché. Furthermore, how would he be able to explain his strength as a villager?

That didn't matter now though, as he had finally entered the city…