Villain Regressor

3.Leaving to earth

As he slowly opened his eyes as the pungent smell of smoke entered his nostrils. He was in the cemetery made to rest as Sagithan burnt the dead villagers to dust after completing the last rites.

"Are you okay now?"

Sagithan asked casually noticing that Garuda's woken up.

"Yes..." As he spoke something caught his attention.

Beep! Beep!

An alarm sound intruded the men's ears from quite the distance.

"What's that thing? It's been beeping for day and night until now."

"Day and night?"

Garuda asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yes... You have been down for two days. Thought you'd be dead soon."

Garuda nodded his head closing his eyes as though he was deep in thought and said "I see..."

Compared to his last life he had woken up quite earlier so it was no surprise for him.

"You should've been suffering to death but, for some reason, your wounds were healing at a faster pace. I swear if someone else was injured like you..."

The old man stopped as Garuda rose from his place and then continued to speak with a smirk.

Sagithan was surprised that this man has even begun to walk. "They'd have at least taken three to four months just to heal all their broken wounds and start walking again."

"Because it's me" Garuda replied monotonously.

Was it a sarcastic reply or a joke? Sagithan couldn't understand since he had never seen him smile once in his life. Yet he laughed at the phrase.

"Haha, Indeed- Indeed!"

"Here," The old man gave him the fiercely burning torch and pointed at two corpses covered in wood.

Garuda realized what he needed to do and caught accepted the torch and slowly walked towards the two and lit them and stood in front of the fire with his eyes closed.

"Jogar is no more. Can't blame you though."

The old man shrugged standing next to him.

Jogar was the name of the village. In the beginning, four people that were traveling by forest decided to stay there for a while. But the forest was infested with evil hence they decided to take a safe haven hiding from the creatures of darkness. They were powerless yet, brave.

They slowly began hunting the evil beasts and survived for a while as people that got trapped inside the secluded forest joined them. They chose to fight back. Slowly years after years they finally succeeded in creating a safe haven.

Of course, the village was surrounded by trouble but they made paths to safely travel. That's how the story behind Jogar goes.

Beep! Beep!

The beep sound continued to resound from the distance. Annoyed by the sound Garuda slowly walked towards the sound.

There it was, a pocket watch with a digital display. Abhorrenta doesn't have compatibility with electricity with the nature of the world. So, the alternative to it was ethereal energy. Some call it formless energy and others call it magic it had various terms. But commonly called the Life force.

Earthlings somehow managed to embed this ethereal energy and created tools comparative to the Natives. And one such tool was the Player's Compatriot.

Compatriot is something that's a mandatory tool for players to travel from earth to Abhorrenta. It assists the Players with a system transmitting a code of Life force into data to their brains to easily harness their powers. This is how the system was born.

Garuda stole one from the players three months before the pillage and went through surgery in a black market on earth.

As soon as he grabbed the Compatriot several messages intruded his mind.

[Warning! Warning!]

[You have entered Aborrenta without Legal formalities.]

[You have been Identified as an Unregistered player]

[Report to a nearby Axis facility immediately or You'll be penalized.]

"Earthlings and their goddamned rules."

Garuda muttered and placed the compatriot in his pocket.

"What are you planning to do next?" Sagithan asked with concern looking at Garuda.

"Leaving to Earth."

"Hmm... Don't take the path of revenge." Sagithan advised.

"Nah... I am just going in search of answers."

"Farewell"

[The celestial Nefarious with twisted kindness asks what answer he needs?]

"None of your business"

[The celestial Nefarious with twisted kindness clicks his tongue and says you are acting too cold.]

Without paying heed to the constant messages that poured through his mind as he walked toward Jogar.

***

"Hehehe!"

Creepy laughter echoed in the now destroyed Jogar. It was covered by black mist and darkness. Apart from the creepy smile, no sound was heard. The smell of death was evident in the vicinity.

Only within two days, the evils of the forest have intruded the area.

"Hehe! Hehe! I knew it! Welcome damned one!" The creepy voice said.

One man slowly walked into the destroyed village. He was covered in bandages tightly sticking to his ripped body. There was no weapon with him and he was full of openings that any monster could attack him from every direction possible yet, they all stayed quiet and observed him as he walked to the center of the village.

"hehe! What did I say? You and We are the same. You are a demon, a curse, a misfortune disguised in a human form. Join us, and you shall venture your true purpose.!"

A horrid beast standing on its two lower limbs said looking at him with its four eyes. It had the face of a human and the body of a grotesque monster. Necks longer than a flamingo's.

It had two heads and its disgusting upper body similar to a woman's was covered in brown fur. Omitting anymore of its feature would be the best if one sees it in person.

"Harina... Leave this place at once! Do not test my patience."

"hehe! Angry? Enraged? are your feeling hatred?"

He didn't reply to the words of the monster he simply walked toward it and grasped its necks with both of its hands.

"I will not repeat it again." He said in a low voice.

At that moment fear engulfed the face of the monster as he stared into its eyes. The countless monsters gathered around the place scattered from there in an instant.

He slowly withdrew his hand and the monster ran away.

"Hah!"

He sighed and sat on the ground and dug his hand into the ground and his hand caught onto a sword tied with a pendant chain. Grabbing them, he quietly sat there alone under the pitch darkness looking at the picture of a woman in it.