109 109 - Release

While searching the body for something that might be of some value to himself, Aatrox began to understand this world a little.

Being a powerful cultivator in a world of mortals seems to make people very arrogant. Even those growers I met at the Night Event for growers had an aura of arrogance around them. Aatrox was thinking.

He was born and lived in a world where cultivation was something normal, he was rooted in the depths of people's souls in his old world that at any moment could appear someone stronger than them, who could always appear a tiger with sheepskin.

But in today's world, the natural selection that killed the arrogant seems not to have happened, as the growers are the tiny minority when compared to the mortals.

Most likely this cultivator thought he could handle Aatrox by using Robert's help in a two-on-one battle, but he didn't expect that Robert, a powerful cultivator who was almost reaching the advanced Baron level, wouldn't last in a battle against this invader for even two minutes.

If this world has not taught these young mortals to fear the unknown, I will not mind teaching them that there will always be a tiger in the nearby mountains. Aatrox thought with a smile on his face.

Aatrox looked at this cultivator's body and found a war hammer that was transformed into a bracelet, this war hammer was something that Aatrox saw no use for in battle, since besides being a sword user, [Spiritual Sword] was much more powerful than these weak tools.

But even so he took the bracelet, since in the future it could be of some use, even if it is to sell.

Besides the hammer, Aatrox found a small bag. Seeing that, his eyes glowed. When he used his own energy in the bag, Aatrox felt that the space inside was too small, but it was still better than nothing.

To him it was very small since he was accustomed to space pockets possessing cubic miles of internal space. Seeing this bag that at most could fit some small objects, Aatrox could not help but be disappointed. But since he didn't have a space bag, he took it anyway.

Kicking the body away, Aatrox stood up and turned to the direction Robert was lying on his back. "I'm gonna free those people." He said as he went into captivity.

Robert pretended not to listen and continued to recover. He had already lost the battle, any possibility he had of preventing Aatrox from doing whatever he wanted had already been exhausted. Not to mention that personally, Robert didn't like what Ashton did to these people, Aatrox freeing them was like taking a burden off the old man's shoulders.

Without saying anything, Aatrox invoked the [Spiritual Sword] and began to cut the locks on the bars where these people were trapped.

In the eyes of these people, a mysterious and apparently very handsome man entered their prison and began to use magic to break the locks without even touching them, since the [Spiritual Sword] was invisible to the eyes of mortals.

After that mysterious man broke all the openings, no one moved any muscle. Some movements of his arm at the time of breaking the locks were so fast that people couldn't even see. If someone invented trying to escape at that moment, the person would probably not even see how he died.

But for their doubt, Aatrox after breaking all the locks moved away from the cells and began to walk peacefully towards the door, without saying a word during the whole process.

While Aatrox opened the cells, he felt that Robert was moving, most likely going away to pretend not to have seen the escape of these people.

*Tina POV**

I had been stuck here in this infernal place for more than a month, I thought about ending my suffering several times, but I never managed to create enough courage. I always thought that someday a white horse prince would show up and save us all.

It's a very unrealistic dream, I know, but in such a discouraging place like this, dreams are the only things we have left.

I saw how several people were chosen each day to have their organs extracted and sold and every morning my heart almost burst for fear of being chosen by them.

Tonight something different was happening. It was much calmer than normal, our cell has acoustic insulation so that we can't hear anything that happens outside, but suddenly some muffled sounds started to pass through the door. It looked like a fight, but as fast as those sounds started, that's over, too.

We tried to hide so that no one would come in and take the anger out of us as it always did, but when the door opened, everyone froze.

The person who came in this time was different from anyone we have ever seen in here. He was an apparently mature man, with long black hair, white skin like snow, and wearing a very refined outfit, the aura he was passing through made it clear to us that he was not part of these bandits.

Out of nowhere he started to swing his arms and without touching anything, this man broke all the bars. When we thought he was going to say, or do something, he just turned his back and left, leaving all the doors open.

First, we were scared of thinking it would be some kind of trap, but finally, someone couldn't take it anymore and decided to try to get out and see what would happen.

This person began to walk cautiously to the door to look from outside and what he saw made him take a few steps back in fear. Our hearts tightened thinking it was a trap, but this man quickly stood up and told us. "Our savior killed everyone until he got here. Looks like there's no one to stop our escape!" When he finished saying that, he didn't even wait for someone to answer and ran away from that infernal place.

Paying attention and not hearing anything after he left, we formed some groups and also started to leave that place. Our worn-out appearance attracted the fear of some residents and after a while, the police came to question us, and along with them came some reporters.

I want to forget everything that happened during that month, but the only thing I want is the appearance of our savior for the rest of my life. I thought when I started crying with happiness.