Revenge

"Deity?" His younger brother did not understand.

"Don't worry about anything else. Once you've eaten your fill, start praying to the Spirit Network, just like when we used to attend church services. You must be devout..." Sokol carefully instructed him.

"Will that work?"

"As long as you're sincere. Lots of people have done it."

"Then I'll save a piece of bread and pray while holding it."

"Uh... that works too."

Sokol wolfed down the bread, picked up the waterskin, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

It was cool, sweet, and free of any strange taste.

He had not drunk water this clean in years.

Sokol stared blankly at the waterskin for a while, then got up and locked the doors and windows before lying on the bed with an iron spike in hand.

"I'm going to get revenge and kill that bastard!"

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

At its height, Sand City had several thousand residents. Now, only a few hundred remained. Anyone with even a little ability had left.

The inn where he had previously worked had been left behind by the former city lord. The front courtyard was the inn, with a well that yielded very little water.

The back courtyard was a sheep pen, housing more than thirty malnourished goats.

The manager, Darrina, was a novice Warrior responsible for guarding Sand City.

It was a miserable job that no one wanted, and Darrina had not received supplies for a long time. His temper had grown increasingly violent.

Before Sokol, several hired hands had already been beaten to death over minor mistakes.

When even slave traders were unwilling to come, human lives became worthless.

Sand City had no laws!

Sokol carefully considered his situation and connected to the Spirit Network once more.

He first opened the news