Rafael knew he was in deep shit.
These elves weren’t looking for a fun time in bed. They were looking for a different kind of fun.
"Ah... this is a huge misunderstanding," He said as he slowly started backing toward the exit.
But the first elf followed him, and she wasn’t alone anymore.
More of them slowly moved away from the couches and tables, surrounding him.
Rafael counted five.
Then another elf stepped out from behind a curtain.
Six.
They were all sexy thirst traps, but they weren’t just that. Rafael recognized them from the game. They looked exactly like the killers they had been back then.
And that was when Rafael realized something that had somehow flown right past his mind this entire time.
I’m retarded...
He should have known.
The biggest clue had been standing right in front of him from the moment Tim told him there was a brothel filled with elves... which should have been impossible from the beginning.
Though he didn’t have much time to think about it as another figure stepped out from the side, and Rafael got even more confused.
"We just want to talk and nothing more, darling."
A seventh elf.
More muscular. More powerful-looking.
A Dark Elf.
"Uh... as I said, this is all a huge misunderstanding," Rafael said again as he did his best to smile and move closer to the door.
"I don’t think so," the Dark Elf said as she eyed him. "You’ve been there, right? The Elven Lands... you fought with them, didn’t you?"
"Who, me?" Rafael pointed at himself with a look of complete shock on his face. "Nah, I didn’t at all."
He smiled, held it there, and then made his dash to escape.
Turned around and launched himself toward the door... but he was stopped by boobs. And as he slowly looked up from those big boobs there was another one.
A Dark Elf looking down at him like a fucking boss fight.
But before Rafael could even open his mouth, maybe beg or try to talk himself out of it... someone appeared from the side.
"What are y’all doing?"
Rafael’s eyes snapped toward him.
A player. And not just any player.
The man was wearing a full set of armor, carrying a massive fucking sword in one hand and a shield in the other.
At that moment Rafael had never been happier to see a man, and he immediately made his move.
"They want to kill me!" He jumped behind the player.
"Kill you?" the player asked, then he looked around.
Five elves.
Two Dark Elves.
All staring directly at them.
He felt it immediately... that immense pressure coming from them... and that bloodlust was something else.
"I advise you to leave that man to us," the Dark Elf who had stopped Rafael with her boobs said. "And I can guarantee your safety."
As soon as she said it the pressure grew even more as the player tightened his grip around his sword.
Rafael smiled from behind him.
That’s right.
The player raised his shield slightly.
Fuck them up.
His entire body tensed.
Show these motherfuckers—
"Okay, I’m leaving."
"Huh?"
The player lowered his shield.
"What?" Rafael grabbed the back of his armor. "What do you mean you’re leaving?"
The man looked over his shoulder.
"I’m sorry, man, but we don’t know shit about this world yet. I’m willing to fuck an elf," He pointed toward them. "But I’m not willing to fight them."
The player gave him a small nod.
"But I’ll pray for you," He walked away... just like that.
"You don’t need to be worried at all." An elf suddenly wrapped her arms around Rafael from behind. "We aren’t going to kill you... we just want to talk."
Fuck talking.
"Telepor—"
"You!" A shout came from across the room, which stopped everybody once again.
Another player stumbled out from between two couches, nearly tripped over his own boots, caught himself on a table... he was absolutely fucking wasted.
Half his armor was missing, and his dick was hanging out.
Then he pointed at one of the elves.
"You! Yeah... you." He stumbled forward. "Come suck me! I paid good fucking money, come and suck—"
His head hit the floor first, followed by his body and blood... a lot of blood.
The first one. The very first player death by an NPC... the very first death of a real human that Rafael witnessed.
And with it one thing was sure. He needed to get the fuck out of there as fast as possible.
I need to use it... Inventory. Water flask.
Pixels appeared out of nowhere, forming the waffle in his hand. At the same time, all the soldiers drew their weapons one by one.
"We are not going to hurt you," one of them said again. "We just want to—"
Rafel didn’t give a fuck, and flipped the flask open.
At that moment, an impossible amount of water erupted from the flask with such force that it ripped apart the elf standing in front of Rafael before punching straight through the wall behind her.
Wood, bricks, glass, everything just fucking blew up from the sheer pressure, and as Rafael’s arm swung, so did the stream.
Tables disintegrated, support beams snapped, and walls burst outward as the entire brothel began to collapse around him.
The only thing that saved Rafael’s ass was that he fucked up by pointing the stream downward. The backpressure launched him like a fucking missile straight out of the building, sending him crashing into the street and rolling several times across the ground.
Behind him, the entire brothel collapsed.
"Fuck... me," he whispered as he slowly stood back up, without any injuries thanks to Tim’s spells.
He was good and had escaped... but then a notification appeared.
[Warning!]
[You have killed 3 Players.]
"Huh...?"
[Bloodmarked Status Acquired.]
Rafael stared at the notification.
"...Fuck... no. I-I didn’t..."
For the first time since arriving in this world, the game disappeared completely from his mind.
Even after being stabbed, even after seeing a player literally get beheaded, he didn’t really get fazed by it... but taking lives with his own hands was different.
They weren’t NPCs... no.
He had just killed three real human beings.
"Fuck... fuck... I can’t—"
His breathing became shorter and faster.
Teleport.
He needed to get out.
"Teleportation."
Nothing happened.
"Teleportation!"
[Teleportation initiated.]
[5]
[4]
[3]
[2]
[Predator’s Instinct.]
His mind didn’t even process what was happening, but his body moved on, pulling out the sword and blocking the incoming blade inches away from his neck.
Rafael didn’t even know how the fuck he’d done it or what the hell was going on, but he knew one thing for sure... the adrenaline was pumping through him for a reason.
This was PVP... and Rafael had one great achievement in PVP.
He had never won even one... because he had never PVPed in the first place.