Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 215 The Tall Man And His Crew

"Damn, this place seems even quieter — I was expecting it to be more rowdy since you know who is here."

"The guy's probably keeping it low-key since no one knows him here. Anyway... is that smoke over there?"

The men in the supply helicopter were just waiting on the airstrip with their hands in their pockets. With absolutely no buildings around them and an ocean surrounding the island, the airstrip was extremely cold and windy at night.

Still, the men were still on high alert as they scanned the surrounding area as well as the activities that might be happening inside the prison and in the distance.

"The guys are probably just doing barbecue night or something since we're bringing them new goods," the chubbier man shook his head as a leaf got on to his face; his cheeks, wobbling as he did so, "I swear, all I hear from these guys are complaints after complaints, saying that being deployed and stuck here for years is hell... but honestly? Away from the wife, and then barbecues every month?

These bastards have better lives than us!"

"Are you gonna apply for the next rotation then?"

"Fuck no," the chubby man scoffed, "I'm not going to miss my games for this, no matter how much they are paying me. And heads up, someone's coming."

And as the chubby man raised his fist, a few more men got out of the helicopter to welcome the group approaching them.

"What the—where's the usual team? And why are all of you wearing face masks?" The men behind the chubby man all raised their guard as they stared at the prison guards who welcomed them; their eyes, all centered at the tall man leading the group.

"Hyper TB," the tall man raised his left hand to adjust his cap and mask as he spoke in a very robust and clear manner, "82% of the prisoners got them."

"What...?" The chubby man squinted his eyes.

"Don't worry," the tall man pointed at the guards behind him with his thumb, "Me and these idiots are clean. And can we make this quick? I don't want to wear this stuffy mask for longer than I already have — these doctors man, fuck."

"Fuck, seriously...?" The chubby man scoffed while shaking his head before turning to look at his colleague, "See what I told you? This place is a hit or miss, even with the barbecue. What are you guys cooking inside anyway?"

"..." The tall man as well as his colleagues turned to the direction of the prison to look at the smoke. The tall man then just nonchalantly looked back at the chubby man for a few seconds before saying,

"Prison food."

"Ha!" The chubby man pointed at the tall man as he chuckled, "This tall dude's got jokes on him. Anyway, where's McConnell? Don't tell me he got the coughs too?"

"He's dead," the tall man said without any hesitation, causing his colleagues behind him to just look at him with wide eyes as they all flinched at the same time. All of them, just looking at each other. If the violent winds were not blowing their faces away, their sweat would probably be running down their cheeks right about now.

The chubby man was the same; his cheeks, getting even more fluffy before it just exploded as he burst out in a fit of laughter,

"Oh man, I wish..." The chubby man wiped the tear forming in his eyes, "...But seriously, where is he? I got the cigarette he wanted, he told me to hand it to him and only to him."

"...What kind?" The tall man asked as he leaned closer to the chubby man, "Is it some good shit?"

And as soon as the helicopter disappeared into the distance, all of them just removed their caps and face masks.

"Rhys, I'm sorry!" Dominique, who was part of the impostors, quickly approached Rhys as he was staring at the head he just decapitated, "I... I thought he was cool."

"No, I'm the one who should apologize..." Rhys only let out a sigh while shaking his head, "I'm sorry... He was your friend, right?"

"That... yes," Dominique could really only close her eyes and sighed. The man who almost blew their covers as well as the other guards were actually all part of her gang, "I'm really sorry, I thought I had him under control."

"Hm..." Rhys then picked up the head and carefully placed it with the rest of its body, "...Just because he made a mistake, doesn't mean we should just throw him away. Just because the warden's dead that means we're going to become the savages we are, we're not...

...Let's give him a proper funeral and burn him."

***

"For someone who has been abused his entire life, you do know how to deal with people."

"...How would you know I was abused?"

"You're a dregger, boy — the world still pretty much abhors your kind, they have just gotten better at pretending they don't."

A few hours later in Talia's quarters, Rhys and Talia were in front of the monitors, watching Dominique and her gang building a pyre for their fallen brother.

"I literally hold the remote to all these ingrates' lives..." Talia scoffed as she looked at Rhys, "...and yet they are following you more, like you are holding some kind of invisible leash."

"I'm not holding anyone's leash."

"Perhaps that's true," Talia smirked and giggled before turning around and starting to undress, "Perhaps they have all already become your puppies, ready to follow your every order. What about me, boy? Do you think...

...you already have a leash around my neck?"

"I... am not holding anyone's leash," Rhys also turned around as he followed Talia to the bed, "Those people from outside earlier, do you think they noticed something?"

"I watched you from here..." Talia started spreading her legs,

"...You would have convinced Hades himself."

And while Talia was spreading her legs and getting her back destroyed, unbeknownst to Rhys, he was also spreading something else out in the Surface world.

A new... group. An organization that gathered solely to clear and spread his name...

...a cult.