He then nodded firmly.

And just like that, Benjamin took these few mercenaries on a quest in these seemingly quiet woods to spread carnage and bloodshed.

He did not slow down his pace. In fact, it was better that they quicken their movements under current circ.u.mstances. If he could eliminate all the teams in one night, he would not hesitate to do so. However, the other five teams were too close with one another, making it too difficult to pull off.

They could only set bait and ambush - guerilla-style combat - to lure and crush the enemy.

Every team had a mage, who could potentially cause issues for Benjamin. The first mage died due to the incompetence of the merchant. However, Benjamin would have trouble separating the rest of the mages from their teams.

However, they still managed to ambush and eliminate a mage from another team on the second night. They trapped the remainders of his team in a gas barrier for another ma.s.sacre.

With this, the number of teams in the woods was down to four.

The mercenaries under Benjamin had also now increased to eight.

"Once this matter is complete, what do you plan to do with the mercenaries?" The System suddenly appeared again while they were clearing up the battlefield.

"Of course, I will make full use of them." Benjamin answered without hesitation, "They have the ability to pa.s.s three matches of underground fighting. I simply can’t let go of such talent if I want to expand my power."

As for how to utilize them, he already had a plan.

Some of them who had bad reputations wouldn't be able to stay in Rayleigh City for long, but they could still be used to expand Benjamin’s influence to neighboring cities for future use. Those with good reputations wouldn’t be recognizable and so could stay in the city. Once their exhibition took place, hiring a few bodyguards would be a good idea.

Of course, he wouldn’t enslave these mercenaries. They would be rewarded. The curse is a shapeless bond. He would only use it as a means of restraint if they ever lost their minds.

Benjamin couldn’t help but feel as though he had received a bountiful harvest.

His partic.i.p.ation in this "Seven Days of h.e.l.l" not only solved the monetary issue, but it strengthened his capabilities as well. He couldn’t believe all this was handed to him on a silver platter.

As Benjamin was still silently gloating himself, something suddenly happened on the outer layer of the gas barrier.

Someone was attempting to charge in!

Benjamin’s face changed. They were still clearing the battlefield. If they were spotted by other teams, it would be chaos.

Benjamin immediately flew over to that area. When he arrived, he hid in a tree and secretly watched.

What he saw was a fellow dressed like a guard trying to penetrate the gas barrier. He was alone and seemingly drunk. He was staggering about, and his pants were undone, probably trying to take a p.i.s.s. He was probably unaware of how he even reached the area and repeatedly walked into the barrier.

The guard idiotically stared into thin air and tried to punch at the air, before getting his hand bounce right back.

Benjamin slapped his forehead.

f.u.c.k… Your team is not even here, was it really necessary for you to come this far for a p.i.s.s?

It would be better to take care of him now.

He summoned an ice arrow with his non-verbal spell casting and sent it straight through the man’s chest. He then commanded the surrounding water steam to drag the corpse into the barrier with the intention to kill and bury him later.

The burial process was not met with any other incidents.

What he did not account for was the trouble that came after.

"Hey! Kent, where did you go?" A few of the guards started heading his way, they shouted as they walked, "The wine gla.s.s you used earlier belongs to milord, milord is pressing for it. Quickly, return now!"

Hearing this, Benjamin could only shake his head.

No matter how comprehensive his plans were, in the end, there would always be some unexpected variables.

What luck.