*Congratulations on completing the mission!*

*You have been rewarded with the innate ability : ‘Balls To The Wall’!*

Anoteros whistled as he walked through the dark-filled path of the sect, illuminated only by a few rays of moonlight, tonight was supposed to be a full moon, alas, the clouds were not willing to let this night be one of illumination.

*Balls To The Wall : You May Go As Deep As Your Length Allows Without Repercussions Upon The Receiver, As Per The User’s Will*

‘Hold on, that’s actually incredible…’ Edrick stopped walking for a moment as he read this, he had no clue how in a million years that ability worked on its most fundamental level, but that effect was very nice, it was always a little bit frustrating to have so much equipment and only ever being able to use a little bit.

The mention of the user’s will in the description also seemed to imply that, like Cleansing Elixir, he could have some influence upon the parameters of the ability, and considering how broad of a word ‘repercussion’ was, he felt confident that he would have much to play around with.

This made him want to head back home directly and try it out on his most loyal test subjects, but he had something else prepared for tonight, he would only go back home for small intervals.

First, right now to unload himself of everything but the kanabo, as well as to change in some other clothes for the occasion, draping himself into clothing that was atypical to be seen around here, but that had been woven from most common material, a little creation of Fanqia made as per his request, not only was it conveniently untraceable, it was comfortable, and had been created in very little time to boot, truly, as he hand-skills elsewhere indicated, she was a very precise and dexterous woman, having already gotten so good at this sort of crafts despite having very little technical experience overall.

It was basically a loose suit that covered everything up and effectively concealed one’s body shape, coupled with a cape of some sort to further muddy the looks of whoever was wearing it and of course a hood to hide the face.

Having not stated his intentions to his wives yet, he did so then as well, his announcement that he was going to massacre the people whomst Hui owed money to filled them with much admiration and longing for oh-so kind husband, especially the most concerned who looked at him like he was an angel that had descended from the heavens to help her.

Ignoring the fact that this debt already meant nothing anymore, or the fact that Golden Teeth and his goons had probably just forgotten about it already since it probably wasn’t realistic to wait on it anymore, Anoteros was just killing two birds with one stone, continuing on fostering the intense love his wives had for him and also getting to slaughter some people, folks whose death would be looked into, investigated, the citizens of Oie were going to speak about it, spread rumours and the likes.

It was almost enough to make Edrick all giddy, a good throw back to the old times.

With the club tucked close to his body, he sneaked past the rather inattentive outer disciple that was supposed to be standing guard, the young man was asleep with his face resting against the desk. 

‘After all, what was there to fear? No one could just get in like this’ was probably what he thought, not expecting someone from inside to go out, and anyways, it wasn’t like it mattered much to the disciple anyways.

Anoteros was unopposed in his stealthy exit of the Myriad-Arm Sect, like some sort of scourge having been given physical form, Edrick moved through the mostly empty streets of Oie, naturally, even if his body shape and looks were safely hidden, unlike in his old world, his body structure was rather unconventional, if someone saw him standing straight up, then even if they couldn’t strictly identify him, they would have just needed to see the length of his arms to know for sure.

So to be safe, Edrick remained crouched with his arms tucked close to his body, soon enough, arriving before the building Golden Teeth headed his various operations, but most importantly, it was also where he lived and did pretty much everything.

Right now, the lights were on but there didn’t seem to be a party of any kind, Golden Teeth hadn’t brought over women or thrown a party.

Like the excellent stalker that he was, further fuelled by his diligent cultivation of Mountain Sasquatch Body, he scaled the two-storey building and peeked through a window, quickly noticing the man he was after in particular, busy counting loads of copper Leyens, his eyes tired as he seemed to have been doing so for a while, focusing whilst only having lanterns as his light.

From what Edrick had gotten from Shu and the barman, Golden Teeth wasn’t a cultivator himself or a strong individual in any other way, being wholly untalented, but he did have some goons that had moderate amounts of strength, but well, they could only compared to outer disciples at most, it wasn’t like the city lord would allow anyone to constitute armed forces or an otherwise group of warriors in his city.

No, the sort that Golden Teeth had managed to hire were rejects that had been too weak to be even city guards and that were too cowardly or lazy to become adventurers or mercenaries.

Still, Anoteros knew not to underestimate his preys, with the kanabo close at hand, he prepared to check if the front door was open, but didn’t even have to as a man came out, holding a weathered old pipe in his hand, the door rapidly closing behind him.

“Alright, alright! I’ll smoke outside, I swear…” trying to heat the content with a match, the man didn’t even bother to look around, much too focused on the task at hand.

He was grumbling something under his breath, but with the pipe in his mouth, it all sounded like nonsense.

Unbeknownst, a wide shadow appeared before him, without a sound, its presence wholly unnoticed in spite of the minuscule distance separating the two of them, one sudden movement with his elbow and the man would strike up against the silhouette.

“Dammit… Cheap matches…” as he said these words, a lit match suddenly appeared from the side.

“Ah, thanks ma- What th-” the man’s surprise was silenced and only replaced by a low gurgling as his body was lifted up, feet thrashing around uselessly, quickly going limp, his body put down in the middle of the street before being kicked against the opposite wall, resembling a pile of garbage in the night.

Then, the tall shadow casually walked up to the front door, and knocked against it, shaking the clearly unlocked door as though struggling to open it.

“Are you a freaking idiot?!” a voice came from within, footsteps approached, leaning forward, reaching for the doorknob, only to have the door be flung open directly in their face, falling backward without a noise as the falling person was caught by the collar.

Allowing the dazed man to see that he did not know, at all, who it was that had just stepped into the house.

“Wai-“

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