On the second floor of the warehouse...

*Baahm

"What do you mean you haven't found him yet!" A man slammed his hand on the table.

The man looked at his late-thirties at the height of 1,93 meters tall. He wore leather with some fur on this top, which didn't help much in covering his chest.

His brown skin together with muscles on his body and the bald head that he had made him look like an enraged Monk that was ready to punch someone.

And the people around that table felt like that someone will soon be them.

"Boss....we even searched for every foreigner and the ones that had recently come, but the sudden wave of merchants from Nexvarres makes it almost impossible to find the described figure-" Before he could finish this report a sudden wave of air brushed past him, scratching his cheek.

*Fsooh

"Hiehh!" Realizing what just happend he fell to his feet, staring at the wall that had a punch carving.

"You...dare to make excuses in front of me? The Black Fist?" The bald man said while his hand that was stretched flowing with life force.

"..."

Everyone went silent after the man's declaration. All of them pictured what would have happend if that wave of wind hit their face and shivered by the imagination alone.

`Tch, weaklings Drawing back his hand, he took a seat and looked at them with a frown on his face.

"It has been more than a month since a trusted aid of my, Oliver had died from an unknown person."

"I recruited Oliver, and I know by fact that he had a creative mind inside that fat mass that he called himself this body. He always delivered us products with no further complexities. I even planned to raise this rank in the association, and I think many of you know that too." The man stared at the group around him.

As for all the others, they fell silent in response.

Since Oliver has joined the association, most of those guys here have been feeling anger and jealousy towards him cause of how good he was in this job. And the poor idea of him being promoted by the Dark Fist itself infuriated them all the more.

After all, in their eyes, a newbie came walking in and somehow managed to lick this way towards the promotion that they always had waited and dreamed of before.

And this sudden death did not only relieve most of the members here but also made them anxious. Though a slave's merchant's death in the middle of the job wasnt that uncommon. In fact, they were most more likely to die than to live and profit from the trafficking they did. This death in the capital itself raise many alarms in there heads.

"And as some of you might know, our association never let someone alive once they had messed with! But what do you guys bring me here? Zero results after more than a month! You think the association is a joke!?"

*Baahm!

A loud noise of wood breaking up sounded through the whole building which made everyone flinched out of fright.

They subconsciously looked at the table, the bald man included.

What they saw though was the table only showing a small crack.

Everyone was surprised that the dark fist managed to produce such a loud sound and leaving so little damage to the table.

The bald man, surprised by the sound looked at his fist in confusion.

`What the hell was that? I didnt put that much strength in my fist, so why was it so loud. While he was staring at his feast with confusion the door was flicked open by someone full of cold sweat to his forehead and pathing heavily.

"B-Boss!" The man said as he fell to the knees as he was trying to catch his breath.

"What are you doing here! Dont you see we have a meeting here! Did you come here to die!?" The bald man said enraged at the one disrupting the meeting.

Upon hearing that, the face of the man pale.

"B-Boss! There is an intruded! Someone came and began massacre everyone on the first floor!"

"What!?" Everyone at the table stood up from disbelieve, including the dark fist.

"Which bastards dare to break into the warehouse! Dont they know who our baker is!?" The dark fist said enraged.

Remembering the sight down on the floor the man shivered. Opening his mouth, he replied with a shaken voice.

"Its a Dark Knight!"

*****

Outside the warehouse...

"Now, how should I do this?" Danzel said while staring at the lock of the warehouse.

"Hmm, this seems to be the only possible entrance..." He said while scratching the back of his helmet.

Though the building had windows, they were more than 15 meters high. And reaching those was simply impossible, even with the [Leap] skill that I had bought in between this week.

At max, I probably could jump seven meters up high and that was considering the [Leap] and [Dash] skill too.

Though I had other ways to sneak in through the window, those would be too loud and making the sneaking in part none existent.

The worst that could happen would be if I realise that the guys inside are way stronger than me. If that were to happen I will be forced to so escape.

And based on my current understanding, jumping out of the window wasnt the best way to make my epic escape.

"Should I...just break-in?" Danzel said while staring at the lock with great interest.

"Well, if there is no solution in hand, brute-forcing it should be the solution." Danzel said while raising Veren high.

If the lock were able to sweat, it will be already drenched in a cold sweat.

Swinging Veren down, the lock was cut in two halves.

*Thinngk!

"Lets hope no one heard that..." Placing his hands at the door, the doors slowly opened as he was pushing.

On the other side of the door.

Inside the warehouse were many cages placed that held way more people than the cages were capable to keep in. It was so bad that the [Ring of Spatial Storage] that Danzel had would even be a joke.

The worst part was the stench that those cages were making. It was a miracle that those humans, elve, dwarfs, and some beast people hadnt died from infections and other diseases. The light in their eyes had faded and looking aimlessly around.

Wishing when their death will come.

The people that held cloth covering their nose and carrying swords to their waist disrupted some yellow substance to the slaves, when suddenly loud metal sound came from the door.

"Hmm? What was that?" one man asked towards the one beside him.

Both of those two were wearing red robes while carrying a wooden staff in their hands.

*Brrhhh.

Looking at the door slowly opening both of the two felt confused.

"Hey, was there a delivery planned to be today as well?

Both of them looked at the door puzzled.

Since both these two were supervisors ordered to look after the slaves they were informed on who would be coming and a what time.

Seeing now the door open though, made them confused.

Usually, the door would be slowly pushed with the help of horses.

But now the speed of the door opening was a bit...faster?

With a gap through the wall, a man wearing dark gray plated armor appeared from the small gap.

Walking inside the warehouse, Danzel stared silently around the place.

`Slaves...

Seeing the people cramped inside the caged, Danzel remembered the first guy he killed after walking going inside the capital.

"To think that Gerak would be taken in such a place..." Danzel mumbled to himself.

Though he was an undead who hated the living, he was quite fond of the greedy dwarf. Though it was a bit annoying that I felt hatred towards him, for some reason I wasnt as much affected by it when I met humans.

After all, he was the single one that I could have a conversation with without having the urge of killing him.

"You! Who are you!?"

After being called, the thoughts that I had were cleared, with my focus now being on the people holding swords and the two that held staffs.

`Magic casters....

Ignoring the man, I guided my mana towards the Veren sword, preparing to release a [Gale Mana Blade].

"This guy! Intruder!"

Seeing the suddenly realized mana in my blade, both men holding the staff realized that it was anything that good.

"What are you waiting for! Go and kill him!" One of the men holding a staff commanded while the other one was already mid casting his spell.

"You bastard! You will regret coming in here!" The ones with the cloth mask and swords charged at him full of confidence.

But that confidence was shortly cut in two.

*Fseeeen!

An air blade flight through them at speed they couldn't dodge.

"Gahhh!" one man screamed as his shoulder opened up.

The other's eyes darkened.