The crowd was only silent for a moment, they all stared at me, unsure whether or not they should move in all at once and attack me together or to run away. Who does what is fairly straightforward, even someone like me is able to figure it out: the low leveled adventurers will run— and they won't get far. — while the higher leveled ones will be confident and attack me.

  Both mean they end up dead regardless, so as they waited for their minds to come to a decision, I made the first move and began attacking. If they can't decide, then I'll do it for them.

  The adventurer closest to me had a dagger pierce through his chest in the blink of an eye, he tried to do something about it at first, like stabbing me back and then running away when that didn't work, but eventually, he succumbed to the wounds I inflicted and he died as a lifeless corpse.

  Taking it slowly was done on purpose, I did it so that the stronger adventurers don't get scared and actually commit to their thoughts of attacking me. They're confident, sure, but that confidence can only last them for so long when they see that people in their rank massacred en masse.

  I didn't do that, though, so they're all rushing in and making it easier for me to kill them. Some of the low ranked adventurers are joining in, even, their morale boosted by seeing the stronger members of their group rush in fearlessly.

  A kick sends this beefcake of a man meters away from me, the spot where my hit landed didn't just bruise, it dented, the flesh warping from the sheer force of the blow. The man didn't get up again after he landed, he was content with clutching his stomach.

  He's going to die once I'm done here, actually, I'd make sure to do a "double tap" after all is said and done, I need to make sure that these adventurers never get up as payback for attacking my family.

  My arm moves quickly to block, and then parry, an incoming blade, then I move in, my body rushing towards the weapon's wielder as spears, arrows, and more swords pierce through my skin. The tip of my blade meets the neck of the woman and blood gushes out. I grabbed her arm and treated her like a ragdoll, using her body to hit the other adventurers.

  Every damage that comes my way merely gets regenerated, from the stab wounds from spears to the slashes that tears through my head, the last one is an attempt to kill me and I make sure to kill the person doing it immediately, I can't have them run away and warn all the others when they realize that I can't actually get killed.

  The ones that ran away, cowards as they are, will tell their boss— whoever they are. — that I came back and because I'm a little girl, they'd think that I'm an easy target and would send an army to take me out.

  Or at least I hope so, they might take caution and wait for the results of this battle— massacre. — before they make their move.

  Doing this means they're smart, and maybe I have to be cautious or hell, make sure that they don't have some kind of trump card waiting to be used. If they don't, then they're the kind of people I can easily roll over and will do so without hesitation.

  Another person dies as my dagger slices their throat, more attacks become ineffective as my body simply regenerates everything.

  "What— how is she standing?!" Screamed one of the higher ranked adventurers, he was a mage, the kind that stuck to the back in order to pepper spells. It's not shocking that the backliners are the first to notice something wrong.

  Unlike melee, they aren't pumped full of adrenaline and can look at a battle from an outside perspective. My glare made him flinch and the way I ignored a slash to my face and the wound healing in seconds caused him to become ghostly pale.

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  People are noticing now too, and they saw my face regenerate just now.

  "What are you?!" A warhammer hits me on the back of the head, I fall down, momentarily stunned, I make a mental note to get some kind of sub class with a perk that resists stuns or a passive that actively ignores— if it exists. — because as things stand, [Mental Resistance] keeping me from fainting is useless when I fall down to the ground no matter what.

  Actually, would [Physical Resistance] work here?

  The passive has been doing wonders at keeping me from getting damage by weaker hits so far, it's gotten to the point that weak arrows don't even pierce my skin so maybe it will prevent me from being taken down?

  Probably, probably, probably— I should stop thinking and actually do things, starting with murdering five adventurers at the same time.

  Since they know that I'm practically toying with them, the group disperses and are starting to run away. I, of course, stopped holding back in response to this and took them seriously.

  I was like a blur as I moved around the field, killing anything that I came across and none of them could survive me.

  "Please! I'm sorry—" the words turned into gargles as the blood coming from the new hole on his throat rushed into the man's lungs.

  "You—" whatever he was going to say didn't come out because my dagger found his face, the blade buried itself comfortably into his flesh and pierced his brain.

  "Look, I can help you—" I didn't care, help or not, the fact that this woman was attacking my family until I came meant that she was one of my enemies and I don't tolerate desperate rats as well, her plea only made her look more pathetic in my eyes.

  No mercy. These people didn't deserve mercy, every single one of them needed to die!

  None of them stood a chance against me, I was mowing through their ranks like death made manifest, anyone that tried to meet me head on and fight back dies as easily as the ones that came before them.

  Culling aberrants, these adventurers should have just stuck to reducing the population of the crayfish instead of being hardasses and messing with a family that they shouldn't have. We not only didn't do anything to get their attention, but were even actively helpful to the community.

  What the hell did we do wrong to deserve this?!

  My lungs have a hard time taking in air as my anger bubbles, every breath is like pushing water through a tight gap, my nose feels stuffed and the pain in my chest isn't helping.

  Crying had no room here, I've cried plenty back when my body was getting transmuted into wood, my tear ducts are dry and I have no other way to satiate my frustrations other than to take it out on these people.

  And the worse part is? I don't even feel bad!

  "As." I stabbed someone again, my molars grind against each other. "It." A slash kills four different people all at once, it was their mistake trying to fight back. "Should!—" My body moves instinctively, locking in towards anything and anyone, those unfortunate enough to encounter me end up dead. "Be!"

  Feeling bad? Guilt? If these people felt the same way when attacking my family then maybe I would have too, but remorse is beyond them so it's the same for me too.

  The last of the stragglers ended up being killed by me, some of them managed to run far enough that chasing them is counterproductive though, I know those guys will report to whoever sent them so I should prepare.

  And speaking of, I turn to my family, well, to everyone currently leaving the half-destroyed igloo they were holed up in moments prior, the blood running down my face made it hard for me to see them properly, it even made me wonder just how I managed to kill all those people so accurately earlier.

  Adrenaline and pure anger, I guess.

  "Mom." I start as my mother approached, dad is limping next to her. My anger began to simmer again when I saw the state of his arms, "what happened?"

  "Rontress? Is that really you?"

  "Yes." I spit out, I didn't have time for this, I need to know who's responsible for driving all of them this far out of Flotol. "What happened?"

  My mother gulped, she looked around, the gathered crowd of people were looking at me the same way she did: out of fear.

  They're scared of me, understandable, they did just see me kill several dozen adventurers like it's nothing. Did they have to keep their silence though? I'm on their side!

  Laself, thankfully, answered me. I watched as she broke off the crowd, noticing how she looks worse than when I last saw her. Thinner. I clenched my fists.

  "T-the bishop and Flotol's... Flotol's head began attacking us suddenly." Laself shuddered, she took another step towards me. "Rontress, is that really you?"

  I stopped processing what she just told me and nodded, "yeah, I'm bac—"

  I don't get to finish, Laself was immediately upon me, her embrace was tight and her cries deafening.