Chapter 10: Humiliation

  "Great fireball!" "Boom!"

  A 4th-level green wolf fell to the ground, Lin Tian adjusted his slightly urgent breathing, looked at the claw marks on his shoulder and smiled bitterly, then drank a bottle of little red medicine.

  Because his part-time job had leveled up to 4th level fire intermediate magician, he learned the 4th level big fireball technique. The certain otaku felt good and was a bit self-inflated, thinking that with the stronger attack power of the 4th level big fireball compared to the 1st level small fireball, he could try to brush against the 4th level monsters he didn't dare to fight head-on before. However, it turned out that the 4th level monster had already possessed intermediate intelligence and strong combat instincts, just like this wolf in front of him, with very rich fighting experience. On his own side, although the 4th level big fireball had increased its attack power a lot, what he didn't expect was that its casting speed and CD time were also longer, and the certain otaku who couldn't understand his own strength well took a heavy loss.

  Indeed, relying solely on his half-baked fire magic to take down a level 4 magical beast alone was quite difficult and inefficient. However, Lin Tian had his own thoughts on the matter. Afraid that the system would nerf his secondary profession, he decided to train himself by soloing and never using the system's divine soldiers. Although it wasn't efficient, Lin Tian firmly believed that persisting in this way would have its benefits, placing himself in harm's way without relying on external forces, only on himself, to temper his willpower and combat skills.

  But reality is always so cruel, the 4th-level Cyan Wolf has a remarkable wisdom and is born with a strong fighting instinct. From a distance, it can release Wind Blades, and up close, it uses its claws and teeth to attack, moving swiftly. Lin Tian, a mid-level mage with only fire-element magic affinity, clearly lacks diversity in his magical abilities, making him struggle in battle.

  "If a four-system magic ability appears in the main profession later on, it must not be missed!" He secretly made up his mind.

  Just as he was about to put the body of Qing Lang into the Hero's Space, a steel arrow shot over at high speed and pierced through Qing Lang's body. The arrow shaft quivered slightly before slowly coming to a stop.

  Lin Tian suddenly turned his head to the right, where a team of warriors emerged in a file. He secretly blamed himself for lowering his vigilance. Lin Tian's pupils slightly contracted, which activated the Eagle Eye Technique. The leading swordsman displayed rough information under the effect of the primary Eagle Eye Technique: 5th-level Swordsman Leo. And the archer who had just warned him with an arrow was walking beside Leo, 4th-level Archer Rio.

  In just a moment, Lin Tian had come to the conclusion that this was a slave-catching party. Behind these warriors were more than a dozen elves tightly bound by magical ropes. These elves must have been magically sealed off from their powers and most of them had been abused. It's estimated that they had suffered too much stimulation and now they were basically in a numb state.

  It's easy to see that this must be a powerful slave-hunting party that has gained a lot, preparing to return to the city. They have more than 30 level-3 warriors, 4 level-3 mage apprentices, and what's even more terrifying is that there are also 8 level-4 warriors and 2 level-4 mages, not counting their leader, the level-5 Leo Captain.

  The team's powerful strength made Lin Tian instantly make a decision, and he had to retreat.

  "Hey kid, this young wolf is mine, I'm the one who shot it down, it's rightfully my spoil of war!" Rio declared loudly.

  "Yes, I'm an adult! I'll leave now!" I'm still very weak and I'm still the same timid otaku as before. Lin Tian shouted in his heart, ignoring the pitiful spirits far away who had brought hope to him with their begging eyes... I'm not a savior, what do you spirits have to do with me? Slaves are the most disgusting! The cowardly guy turned around and was about to leave this place.

  "Hold on, kid!" The leading Lei Ao stopped Lin Tian's departure: "The sword in your hand looks very familiar to me. Is it the one that was stolen from me a while ago?"

  This cheap person finished speaking and swung the obviously excellent magic greatsword in his hand, causing a few slave catcher team members in the distance to chuckle, indicating that Team Leader would bully Luo again.

  Lin Tian's hand was holding the +1 attack novice sword that the system had given him at the very beginning, if he were to steal something, it should be the obviously higher-end giant sword in your hand, right?... This is truly adding insult to injury.

  Someone in his heart secretly made a comparison of strength. If he were to resist, he could summon all the divine soldiers, but if they really fought, these precious soldiers would probably be wiped out, and it's hard to say who would win or lose. This made someone who was used to playing Heroes of Might and Magic games, where he would concentrate his advantageous forces to kill the enemy without suffering any losses, wonder how he could bear such a loss. Isn't this not a game that can't be reloaded? If all my soldiers are killed, how can I stand in this world?

  Forget it, the timid coward who compromised once again decided to tolerate, isn't it just a +1 sword? I can buy several hundred of them in the market, only 100 gold, brother doesn't lack this money.

  Silently, he slowly inserted his sword into the ground, holding back his breath and preparing to leave once again.

  "Am I letting you off that easily, boy?" Leo continued, "You stole my treasured sword and made me spend a lot of gold to replace it with this large sword. Shouldn't you compensate me for that? I see your equipment is still worth some small change, so I'll magnanimously allow you to keep them as a slight consolation for my wounded heart!"

  All the slave catchers burst out laughing loudly, this is really a group of ruthless and unscrupulous villains.

  Lin Tian glared at them angrily!

  "Ho ho! Thinking of rebelling? Leio didn't even bother to look at the little magician in front of him, if he wasn't a human and couldn't be sold for a high price like an elf, he would have directly tied him up, what's there to hesitate about?"

  This ugly big man, impatiently dragged a young female elf with her hands tied behind her back. As the elf sobbed softly, he tore open her small skirt, and the elf sensed that something terrible was about to happen, she began to cry out loudly and struggle, this cold-blooded man grasped one of her small arms, using force!

  The little elf's arm presented a very eerie and terrifying angle in Lin Tianmu's eyes. A heart-wrenching scream came from the poor elf's mouth, her tender arm was broken without any warning.

  Pain did not leave this poor man. Reo ignored the small spirit's screams and wails, and in front of everyone, his ferocious avatar suddenly pierced into the child's body.

  "This is the result of a weakling daring to defy a strong one! Hahahaha!" Reo laughed maniacally, recklessly charging forward. The little fairy's tender legs were stained with starry specks of blood, something that should have been her pride, but now looked so gruesome. Her life was slowly ebbing away...

  All the elf slaves looked on in despair at this ugly scene, many of them only dared to lower their heads. The slave catchers, however, were laughing and chatting with each other, apparently they had seen such a dirty scene before.

  "Hand over all your valuables and you can leave! If I find out you've hidden even one thing, I'll make sure to give your butt another good smack!" Leorio bellowed like a raging bull, charging forward with all his might while still glaring at the little sprite with his terrifying red eyes.

  At this moment, time seems to have stood still, and Lin Tian's heart has unexpectedly calmed down... Is this the calm before the storm?

  Low profile? Go die!

  Save strength? I'm not!

  Endure? I have endured all that I can...

  "I'll choose a good long spear," in a calm and collected tone: "and thrust it into your filthy flower!"