The Legacy System

The next morning Eric woke up with a refreshed and relaxed look, entangled amidst the bodies of his beauties.

As someone who quite enjoyed the carnal interactions with his women, there was no way that Eric would let a day pass without some pleasure time if he didn't have more important things to take care of.

Certainly, after his women fell on the bed unconscious though he would sit down in cultivation and meditate for some time before he slept.

Even though this was still a kind of ty in his life, he was intelligent enough to understand that everything could be done only one step at a time.

Haste makes waste!

But that didn't matter right now, as he had quite a dazzling smile on his face, as it was time for him to check upon the rewards of his hard work of the previous day.

Taking out the space rings he had collected the items the other day he started going through them one by one.

The more he looked through the more did that good mood of a few moments ago disappear, and the angrier he became.

Well, it wasn't that he hadn't expected it, as these guys were certainly agents, and strong members of powerful organizations with experience in the field, but to think that most of what he had was a hoax.

He felt like someone who had worked under the hot sun for a long time, and then found out that whatever he had done had brought him little to no rewards at all.

How could he not get angry at this damn situation? All he had managed to collect was about some odd 20.000 Dollars, rings of gold, silver, some tokens, guns, and knives.

There were almost no techniques, or skills amidst the things he had collected. Well, almost no one though, as there was one technique amidst everything.

It was a movement technique called 'Fox Steps'! Normally one would look at movements techniques that would help him get faster, but it was clear that this wasn't the intention of this skill.

No, the intention of this skill was to create such an erratic movement technique that would make it impossible for the enemy to understand the direction or the speed of one's movement.

While this movement technique seemed pretty good in a battle, actually couldn't get trashier, as one had to understand it to Great Completion if they wanted to be able to control their movement.

Meaning that as long as Eric wasn't able to reach that Great Completion of the technique, he wouldn't be able to understand where and how he would end up somewhere.

For that reason, he felt that this skill was pure trash! In fact, the truth was that after all that happened the other day, he understood that he needed a technique or a skill that would increase his speed.

He was too slow! The 'Assassin's Breath' was able to camouflage his breath, and help him approach his targets, but he could feel that the stronger the enemy became, the more important was his first attack.

Since he didn't want to linger fighting a lot with his targets, he was more inclined towards assassinating them, but his attempts had only succeeded because he was invincible in his Realm.

As long as he faced someone who had passed his second evolution, then he would most probably be unable to succeed in killing him.

He wasn't stupid to think that his enemies would always send only people on his Realm, and if an old enemy in a higher realm than him saw him he would let him leave.

Certainly, he had his 'Escape Talisman's' if his life was ever in danger, but he couldn't rely only on that. Furthermore, he couldn't even use them to fight.

So, he had already made up his mind that the first thing he would do after the Legacy System returned from hibernation and updated, he would be buying a few techniques and skills.

Still, he didn't throw away the 'Fox's Steps' no matter how useless it looked at the moment, who knew if it could become useful in the future, and even if he didn't use it himself, he could sell it.

While he had no idea how much this movement technique would go for, it should still be quite some money. Or at least that was what he thought in order to increase his mood and morale.

Even though the first day didn't bring him the benefits he was expecting, he still didn't want to give up on his tactic. He was planning to do the same today as well.

He had yet to complete the number of points that he needed to continue with the short-term phase of his plan, and he couldn't leave until he did it.

The only way for him to reach that was if he had the opportunity to kill a few fighters of at least one Realm higher than his.

With what he understood from his Legacy System, there must be some kind of SP points multiplication coefficient for those that were one Realm higher than his.

Thinking like that, Eric got up from his bed when his women were finally awake, as one of them prepared the breakfast while the rest joined him for a quick bath.

Having their breakfast, and cultivating for some time, Eric and the beauties once again made their way down the hotel, and outside.

On their way down, Eric couldn't help but have a dark face as he heard the names that these guys called his group, Grave Robbers.

Your daddy I, is just taking whatever it belongs to him after killing these damn bastards, how can I be a Grave Robber?

At the same time, he didn't want to make that much noise and attract problems for himself though. As even though people suspected him, no one knew for sure that it was him.

In order to better attract flies today, Eric had already discussed a plan with his ladies, telling them to spread the moment they were outside.

Each of them walked parallel paths that would slowly gather at some point, where he would be expecting with his traps ready.

Without losing time, each and every one of them went down the designated path, while Eric made a beeline ahead.

The tactic was still the same, fishing and hunting, he would try to gather these idiots to some gathering spots together, and then use his Blood Clones as kamikaze bombers.

After killing so many of these guys he had quite a bit of bomb and explosives in his possession, so he wasn't bothered about their lack.

Furthermore, he didn't lack the blood either, as he had already collected quite a bit the other day.

One of the biggest reasons why he was so certain that he wouldn't get caught after killing was that there wouldn't be a body after their death, and there were no civilian casualties either.

The biggest evidence that the police or the organizations could come up with was that some lunatic like playing with explosives, and nothing more.

Reaching his spot, Eric took a quick look around, and seeing that there wasn't anyone else in there, he immediately got to work, creating Blood Clones one after the other.

In a short 10 minutes, he had created 18 Blood Clones and hid them in different parts of the alley. While they were alive and had presence they seemed like normal mortals.

So, they wouldn't seem dangerous, or worth paying attention to those arrogant idiots, making his job way easier.

He didn't need to wait for long, as he could already feel his beauties approach, each of them attracting quite a few flies, and some of them were much stronger than those of the previous day.

It wasn't only due to the womanly charms that so many pesky flies were following them, but it was mostly due to the treasures they had 'unintentionally' shown on their way.

That must be true for the weakest flies though, as the stronger ones were probably behind them after the rumors of the previous day.

Some of them wanted revenge, some of them wanted to watch a good show, but the biggest part of them was most probably thinking of robbing a grave robber.

Theoretically, that wasn't a heavy crime, just like killing a serial killer. Society would think of that as a righteous act of protecting lives in the future.

So, these guys were thinking of pocketing a big reward, while they were protecting other people from suffering under the hands of the Grave Robbers.

In Eric's eyes, these guys were complete hypocrites, as the way he saw it there were two types of strong people in this world.

Those who used their strength and accept it directly, and those that used their strength but tried to justify it or honey it with stupid self-righteous reasons.

After all, every coin has two sides, what is righteous and just for the killer is unjust and evil for the victim, and vice versa. No matter who is the killer or the victim.

Even a demon killing a human is right and just in the eyes of the demon as he is doing it for his race, and the same things could be said for humans killing a demon.

The only thing that decides which side is right and which side is wrong is their strength and power. The winner is always right, no matter what world he stands in.

Thinking like that, Eric couldn't help but reveal a grin on his face, as he thought to himself,

'Come my little fish and rabbits! Come and offer yourselves and your possessions to me!'