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He first looked at the broken walls of the church and went inside. He was expecting to see the merchant, but neither he nor the sight of grace was there. Nevertheless, he was not here for them; this was not the game world. He was here for real, so he knew there was a high chance that the Tree Sentinel might find him here, and these broken walls wouldn't save him.

He sneaked past it slowly and ran to a distant road, where he could see the soldiers of Godrick. He wasn't going to fight them unless absolutely necessary. For now, his plans were different. He entered the woods and started sneaking through bushes. It might sound like a bad idea, but being just a small teen, he hid and blended into the environment. His goal was clear, so he walked past patrolling soldiers and eventually, he came across a cave, hiding in a bush near the tree.

Stumbling upon a campfire, he noticed a sleeping soldier with a sword and shield. The temptation to kill him for real weapons and an easy soul was strong. The soldier, unaware of his surroundings, seemed like an easy target.

He decided to go through with it, sneaking through the grass like a snake. His hands were shaking at the thought of killing someone, but he needed to make a hard, necessary choice. So he after repeating the steps he was going take in his mind and like a sergon he cut the soldier's neck, covering his mouth, trying not to make a sound. It was a horrifying act, with blood all over him, but he had to move on fast Before his emotions gets the best of him.

Feeling disgusted with himself, he controlled his emotions. He had one soul and some weapons he picked up. and slowly made his way down the hill and puked and in the end he was Lying down to calm himself, this was his coping mechanism. After some time, he convinced himself that it was necessary for everyone in this world of the nightmare spell.

Or it might end Badly or even he can become the cause for the end of the world, Feeling sick but resilient, he stood up because what he was about to do would pale in comparison to killing one soldier. It was cruel, but he had no choice but to continue.

Finally on the road with his weapon ready, he found the defenseless hordes of people who had lost all will to live. Their eyes were hollow and empty, resembling living dead. It was his only hope to gain easy souls. Reluctantly, he began killing them, not stopping for days. He grew numb to the killing, his guilt still lingering in the back of his mind.

After killing all the people he could see in five days, the number of souls had increased from one to three hundred. Now, faced with a hard choice to cross the bridge, he looked at the bridge and saw the man on his horse with a big sword, a special warrior. He remembered him from the game this Basterd was hard to kill and was on horse he was fast and one swing will kill him and it was not an game so he has to make an hard decision.

He decided to cross the bridge and planned to sneak past the elite guard. Hiding in a nearby bush, he observed the bridge, figuring out how to proceed. The plan was simple - hang on the side of the bridge like a ninja, climb back when the guard goes to the start, and run off to the other side.

After killing for five days he had discovered that he hand an invisible stamina bar that didn't deplete when he was still or walking, like an game character he also Does not get hungry so it has opened a lot of doors for him and finally he proceeded with his plan.

He carefully hung to the side of the bridge, his strength was just enough for this task but if he was in his own body he would have not even thought about it. taking breaks to recover stamina, making slow but steady progress. After ten minutes, he finally reached the end of the bridge. When the time was right, he climbed back and made a run for it, moving a long distance away from the bridge.

Finding more people with no will to live, he took out his shield and sword from his back, ready to start his Dirty work again. There were more things for him to kill, collect souls, and level up. He had to be smart about it, as these people had a low chance of attacking him, but he had to be careful from what he remembered they can still attack he can't blindly go in he has to be slow but careful about his killings.