That place was way different than the other cities Damian saw. The early levels of the Dungeon were often filled with humans, especially the tenth floor, which now beca their ho.
But that place? There were so many different races there that the humans felt the minority. It made Damian realize how big the Dungeon was and how little the humans explored...
Well, the humans Damian knew, at least. Based on what the giants said, there was a world filled with the most powerful humans and other races where Damian wished to go.
"Baby steps, Damian, baby steps," Damian thought to himself after realizing he was daydreaming.
At that mont, he had other priorities, like finding exactly where he was and how he would return. The tavern was the best place to find information, precisely where Damian headed to first.
So of the people in the streets gazed at him with evil thoughts. That city was known to be the ho of many rcenaries and others linked to illegal activities within the desert. Damian did not look like a scary person, so people were bound to try to cause him trouble.
He was passing through the city by a not-so-wealthy part of it, and soone whispered to him.
"Hey, young man, want to make so coin? We have the best opportunities for you."
That was clearly a trap, and they wished to steal for him, but Damian saw that as an opportunity to get even more information! Thugs often knew a lot of stuff in the area because if they didn't, they would end up in jail or, worse, dead.
"Are we going there?" Billy the mushroom asked.
Damian placed him under his robe to hide him and said, "Relax. I will get so answers for us."
With slow steps, Damian went toward the man who called him with that lie inside an alley, obviously. Then, three more people showed up, all in hoods.
"You actually ca," they said, laughing, "You're such a stupid person. Now, give everything you have, and you'll get to live."
Damian paid the stupid person role, saying, "But what about the guards? They will protect !"
"Guards? This is a poor area. The few guards here are controlled by the factions too! You're so naive, boy."
Four people were wearing hoods there, and they all took out so weapons to confront Damian: swords and daggers.
Damian laughed, and his personality seed to shift for a mont, with his eyes changing to an evil glare and his laugh akin to a maniac finding its next victim.
"Why are you certain I didn't co here on purpose?" he asked, putting on a big creepy smile, "People often look the other way when poor people die. Just like all of you."
They continued to laugh, only stopping after Damian used his Telekineses to push all of them against the alley's wall, making them unable to mutter a word.
"This is much better. You guys were pissing off by saying these stupid things."
The four bandits couldn't move their mouths or tongue to speak because Damian wasn't allowing them. The Telekinesis ability had many usages, and keeping their mouths shut was not a problem.
They stared at him like staring at a demon! How could such innocent youth be so powerful? Those were the most dangerous type of people in the world.
Damian made a dagger using his Sli Ring and played with it, passing his finger through the blade, "I will let one of you speak and answer my questions. If I like what I hear, I may let you live. Also, scream, and you die in less than one second."
The thugs looked even more scared after hearing what Damian said, and out of everyone, Damian chose to let the one who called him to the alley speak.
"Please let go, I-" the thug said when Damian allowed him to speak.
Damian moved forward, punching him in the face! One tooth flew from his mouth, and blood was on his lips.
"Speak when I allow you to."
After that, the man shut up, not looking to lose the rest of the teeth inside his mouth. Also, it was now confident that Damian wasn't joking about what he said.
"First question, what dungeon floor are we?" Damian asked.
The man looked confused, not entirely understanding what Damian ant, "Dungeon? I don't know about a dungeon. We are in a desert."
Damian took out the dagger again, slowly cutting the man's forearm, making the blood drip on the ground and the man's face twitch with pain.
The thug was desperate, "I-I am telling the truth! You can ask anyone here."
"Have you ever left this desert?"
"Are you joking, right? There's a do around the desert; no one can leave or enter. It has been like this for ages! But this desert is so massive people can live here without a problem."
"A do?"
Damian hoped to learn more about the current floor he was on, but apparently, not even the people living in the desert knew. How did Damian appear there if a do was trapping them inside, not allowing people to enter or leave?
There wasn't any visible portal when Damian arrived, which was terrifying. He did not know how he got into that desert, and now he was trapped.
The face Damian had was a displeased one. He wasn't happy about that, and the thugs realized it. One of them, who wasn't allowed to speak, made a few noises using all his power, catching Damian's attention.
"Speak," Damian said.
"A group of powerful rcenaries will explore an underground city that's been said to belong to an old civilization! They say it might contain so information about the do! You can try your luck and go with them."
That was a nice piece of information. Damian smiled after hearing it, "Thank you. You shall live."
Then, with the power of his mind, the sli dagger flew toward the throat of all the other thugs, cutting them. After that, Damian erased the mory of the only thug who survived, and then he moved toward the tavern to learn more about this expedition.
"Why didn't you just read the information from his mind?" Billy the mushroom asked.
"I just want to have so fun and kill so people. That's all."
The mushroom was starting to think his master wasn't that good of a person...
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