Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Aowei forcefully hammered the young man's shoulder, signaling him to stop slacking off and get back to work.

At that moment, Sister Astate walked straight up and asked, "Hello, do you have any female halfling slaves?"

"Yes, we do, sir. Please, come inside," the young guard said, bending over to usher the visitor inside.

But the cautious Aowei immediately stepped forward, saying, "Priest, our establishment doesn't allow weapons inside; you see..."

Sister Astate paused, scratched her head, and said, "Then keep my weapon safe. If you lose it, your establishment will have to compensate me."

"Of course, of course, we really appreciate your understanding," Aowei said, bending his back and showing an ingratiating smile.

The young warrior opened his mouth, almost saying "The establishment doesn't have such a rule," but he held back his words and kept silent.

"Well, trouble yourself..." Sister Astate removed the Nail Head Hammer from her side and handed it over.

Aowei breathed a sigh of relief, feeling he had been overly concerned.

The next second, the hammer that was handed over suddenly picked up speed.

"Die first!"

Bent over, Aowei only managed to open his mouth but before he could react, his head was sent spinning by the whooshing Nail Head Hammer.

The young guard let out a shriek, preparing to draw the Longsword at his waist when he saw Sister Astate suddenly lash out, kicking him in the stomach. He didn't even have time to curl up and retch before the merciless Nail Head Hammer pierced his chest.

He opened his mouth, his eyes looking confused as he fell, staring at the Priest who had struck without warning, her face holding a smile like a malicious spirit claiming lives.

"No need for pity, no need for regret, no fear!" Sister Astate shouted, gripping the Nail Head Hammer and striding through the gates.

Faintly, his maniacal laughter could be heard from the street, "This Nail Head Hammer is much more useful than Divine Arts!"

Amidst a wave of panicked cries coming from the street, he controlled his body, seemingly with endless strength, and directly stormed into the Slave Trading House.

In the backyard, some of the staff had noticed something was amiss outside and were preparing to escort some clients who had been touring the facilities out through a side door.

But at that moment, a series of piteous cries came from the front desk.

It was the agonized wailing of the manager responsible for receiving visitors outside.

The voice was cut short before it could call out a second time; the manager's head had been smashed by Sister Astate into the front desk's wooden cabinet, from which could be faintly heard his muttered remark:

"Huh, turns out your head isn't much harder than the cabinet!"

At that moment, in the backyard.

A merchant dressed in luxurious clothes, hands tucked in and bent at the waist, his face covered in cold sweat, said to a Noble beside him, "Mr. Hansen, my apologies, deep apologies, it was our oversight, a failure to provide adequate protection."

As he spoke, he couldn't stop cursing Aowei and the new young warrior for being incompetent.

One of the guards standing beside the Noble looked towards his own boss and said, "Mr. Hansen, do you need me to take care of it for you?"

"No need, no need! Just stay here and watch over things, how can we let a client quell the disturbance for us?" Slave Merchant Talent wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

If a client were to do such a thing, there would be no more opportunities for him to grow on Joy Street.

No customer would like to deal with a Slave Trading House that cannot even protect its own safety.

"Both of you go, I've kept you for so long, it's time for you to show your worth," Talent said, turning to two guards inside, adding through clenched teeth, "No need to spare any of them, anyone who dares to cause trouble in the establishment, just kill them."

As for the wrongful consequences of killing someone outside?

Please, what could possibly go wrong! His own livelihood was almost gone, and he might even lose his shirt, who cared about any potential fallout!

After saying this, the two warrior adventurers who had been following him exchanged glances, drew their weapons, and headed towards the front desk.

The adventurers who rushed over faced the front hall, reacting swiftly. One of them, wielding a One-handed Sword, launched a series of three slashing strikes.

Sister Astate, confronted head-on, didn't even have time to react much, and instantly two bone-deep wounds appeared on her body.

In the blink of an eye, she didn't have time to think about how to dodge; as the warrior aimed for her head, she laughed viciously, exchanging injury for injury, hammering her Nail Head Hammer into the warrior's chest.

"Madman!"

That warrior had never seen anyone so willing to risk their own life just to tear a chunk of flesh from the enemy.

He decisively took a step back, affording the opportunity for another warrior beside him to launch an attack.

The two had obviously been cooperating for years, as the moment the sword-bearing warrior retreated, the other seized the chance to close in.

Wearing brass knuckles, he took advantage of the moment Sister Astate's Nail Head Hammer lost control after swinging through empty air, and delivered a heavy punch straight to her chest.

Accompanied by a clear sound of cracking bones, Sister Astate grunted, her upper body caving in as the spikes on the brass knuckles left four deep holes in her chest.

"Charge, Death, silent as a swan!" Sister Astate, without any pause and despite the peril of death, leaned forward, driving her knee upward with force.

The Longsword warrior, who caught up and sliced off his left hand, achieved the desired result—the face of the brass knuckled warrior who had closed in on him instantly turned the color of liver.

"Hey, look here!"

The brass knuckled warrior, having suffered a brutal attack to the groin, trembled on his feet. He smashed the small wooden chair thrown at him into pieces, and with bloodshot eyes, looked towards the two jobless adventurers charging at him and let out a laugh filled with rage and disbelief.

That crazy dog who didn't care about his life is one thing.

But you, not even a professional adventurer, dare to attack me, a Level 6 novice warrior?

Just as the two warriors were about to unleash heavy blows on the three fools who dared to assault the Trading House, the brass knuckled warrior suddenly felt tearing pain and a tugging sensation coming from his shoe.

Glancing down, he saw the Priest who had lost an arm and had a broken leg, still using his remaining arm to grab his leg, ferociously biting at the sole of his foot with his teeth.

What deep hatred is this?!

He felt a shiver down his spine and, instinctively, he kicked the madman, sending him flying.

He didn't want to be near this madman for another second.

"Priest— Priest!" The Priest, sent spinning into the air, was caught by a somewhat frantic Nan Ke.

Sister Astate, with her mouth full of blood, looked at Nan Ke and the carefree little fish who had rushed over, her face twisting into a fierce grin: "You two... cough cough, why didn't you finish the mission and came here instead?"

"Mission, mission, I can go to hell with the mission. I came here to play a game, not to be played by a game. Screw the mission! We'll help you kill this guy, let them see what the Fourth Calamity is!"

The careless little fish, gripping a long-footed stool and wildly swinging it around, wore an excited expression on her face.

The stool that had flown over was her doing.

It's a game, what's the fun if you don't stir up some trouble!

Sister Astate's gaze shifted slightly, her mouth opening as if to say thanks, but what came out was a vicious taunt instead:

"You two sure took your sweet time getting here, slacking on the mission is one thing, but do I need to shout '123 start the fight' for you to join a battle?"

But in the next moment, their shadows began to writhe, and their expressions froze instantly. Chapter Continue:

"Don't move, my control of Shadow Blade isn't that great, so if you don't want to die, stay perfectly still!"

The Wanderer adventurer who had been lurking by the side of the newly risen Nobles slowly rose from the shadow, baring his teeth at the three players, "Shh, keep quiet, witnessing a Wanderer dance in the shadows is quite an experience."

All of a sudden he reached out and grabbed the restless little fish, who was trying to make a sneaky move, by her hair.

Feeling the pain of her hair being pulled, she let out a sharp scream.

Before he could gloat any further, he suddenly felt his scalp go numb and turned his eyes to see pale blue energy threads, which had mysteriously wrapped around his hands and feet, causing his hair to stand on end.

When had this happened?

A dispassionate voice rang out: "May I take your actions to mean... you are trying to provoke me?"

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