The Legacy System

But while he could do something like this as this guy was relatively at an arms reach for him, he couldn't do the same with the others.

They were too far away from him, and if he moved from his spot he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to go unnoticed by these guys.

So, he had to find another way to deal with the others. This was surely a pain in the ass, but one he had to deal with if he wanted to continue with his mission.

Thinking like that, he started racking his brain for a solution but he wasn't able to come up with anything at first.

His face was getting gloomier by the moment, as he was thinking that he would either have to make an explosive entry and have a head-on fight or give up from this heaven-sent opportunity.

He wasn't a fan of either of them, as they were both, one worse than the other. He didn't like the chances of a perfect result with either of them.

As he was unable to come up with anything that he could do in this situation, he opened his System's Shop and started rummaging through it.

He had to waste a good 6 or 7 minutes before he finally found something that made him wonder how stupid he was to not think of something as simple as this.

In this situation, this was the perfect weapon to be used, and the weapon that would yield him the best results, it was needles.

These needles were crafted out of a special alloy around 10 times stronger than normal steel, called purified steel, and could easily break the defenses of a level 40 fighter, according to the systems estimations.

Not to mention that if laced with the poison that he had just bought, then these small 2-inch-long needles, would turn into the deadliest weapons one could ask in such a situation.

The problem was that the room for error was so ever small, that only an experienced needle thrower would be able to use them to go through the cracks and take the opponent by surprise.

If it were any normal person, he would have probably been directly dispirited as he thought about that, but the situation was different for Eric.

While he had no idea about the skills to throw needles, as he hadn't used them even in his previous life, he could learn about it in no time, all he needed to do was to buy the manuals with SP, and absorb the knowledge.

With that thought in mind, he immediately rummaged through the Shop once again as he finally found the manual he needed, 'Needle Throwing Skills'.

Just like any other manual even this one cost Eric more than a limb, as he had to pay more than 400 SP points to get it.

But that wasn't all there was to it, as he even had to pay 25 SP points for each needle he bought, and it all staggered into an amazing amount of more than 600 SP points.

If it wasn't for Kirigaya gaining SP points for him these days, he probably wouldn't be able to make the purchase, as he would have to think of another method, that wouldn't yield the same result.

But this didn't matter at the moment, what it mattered was that he had those SP points, and confirmed the purchase without problem, as he immediately after absorbed the manual.

Immediately a lot of information started appearing inside his brain, as he could feel even a slight headache from it, but he managed to bear it without even twitching his face or even a muscle.

Comparing to what he had been through in the past, this was nothing more than a bee's prick on his neck, and he could easily go through it as if nothing had happened.

But with that slight headache gone, his brain had totally absorbed the new technique and was more than ready to continue with his hunt.

Immediately the next moment, the poison-laced needles appeared on Eric's right hand, as he once again locked with his spirit sense the white dots inside these boxes, and released the needles.

Even though his movement was a bit sloppy due to being his first time doing it, and knowing only the theoretical side of it, he was still able to hit each and every one of his targets.

While each hit was a bit far away from its supposed trajectory, and position, the end result was more than satisfying, as none of the white dots had been able to escape it.

As this happened, Eric noticed something that surprised him a bit, the first guy's white dot, he had pricked with his poison-laced knife the first, started to slowly turn grey.

The more time passed the darker the color became as it was slowly, but really slowly turning pitch black.

That represented that the guy's death was pretty close, and any moment he would day in his own box, without understanding how he had died like that.

But there was nothing he could do about it, as he had already passed the boundary, and there was no remedy for him.

Eric's only concern was that the others might sense his death, and get alert, to come out of their hiding spots and turn the place upside down to find him.

But apparently, he had been overthinking things a bit, as those guys seemed to be dead asleep and weren't able to sense it in the least.

Sometimes too much stealth is a big mistake too, while one might want to escape his enemy's eyesight, he shouldn't do the same with his cooperators, and colleagues.

Otherwise, it might happen something like this, where the others weren't able to understand if their comrade had died, or was just forgetting his duty and sleeping like a pig.

Soon enough they weren't able to understand how it happened when they suddenly felt their hearts stop, and all their bodily functions right after.

They had died without understanding how! They all died with grievances and startle, but there was no one they could complain to, as certainly that guy in hell wouldn't care much about their complaints.

Sensing that all the white dots had turned black and that he had won 1300 SP points in one fell swoop, Eric immediately heard the familiar generic voice of his system,

"Alert! Death aura detected in the Host's surroundings! Would Host want to collect the death aura into a pill?"                                                                                                                                      YES / NO

As soon as he heard this, Eric didn't tarry as he selected YES, and just saw once again each of the bodies turn into blood and plasma that was later compressed into a pitch-black pill.

Reassuring that there was no one left, Eric just kept using his stealth, as he moved around the bay area without much problem.

Apparently with the presence of those guys at the entrance the other guards were lax and didn't pay much heed to their surroundings, as even discussed the shipment out loud.

Eric would be a true idiot if he wouldn't have been able to find the right dock and ship by hearing them discuss so loudly, and excitedly.

They were all enthusiastic about this job, as they were more than assured that nobody would even dare to think about coming near this place, and even less attack this venue.

They all believed that no one would dare to mess with their Skulls triad, only someone who was tired of living could think of it.

After all, their notorious reputation was enough to make everyone think twice before deciding to even stand in front of them.

Of course, these didn't mean that they were untouchables, as even in the underworld they weren't ranked as the number 1 dark organization, but those guys above them would easily mess with them either.

After some point, the difference became really small, and no one would want to lock horns with some unscrupulous idiots like they were.

Eric understood this perfectly in their speech, and body language, and couldn't help but think just what kind of face and attitude would they had if they knew that they would die tonight.

Probably none of them would believe it and think that it was just the wild imagination of some idiot who thought too highly of himself, but Eric had already made up his mind.

With these thoughts in mind, he continued to walk forward, as he finally reached the ship, where the shipment was located.

The ship was big, and it carried a lot of containers in it, as the 'merchandise' or the people that Eric was looking for was found in just two containers.

If he had only his spirit sense, Eric could search through this place for hours, or even days, and still be unable to find what he was searching for.

But with his death laws, which were able to penetrate through any materials, he was able to locate them in less than 2 hours.

Slowly the day was coming to an end, and soon there would be dawn, and then the night would fall, marking the starting point of Eric's action, but right now he had something else to do.

He had to have a look at the people inside the two containers he found, which were guarded by 20 burly guys, who weren't paying much attention right now.

This just made things easier for him, as he tried to look at what kind of people were there inside the two containers.

He wasn't surprised to find that most of these guys were malnourished, and maltreated, as the majority of them were skinny, and beaten black and blue.

Still, even then, most of these guys seemed to have accepted their shitty fate and just seemed to dream and wish for a quick death.

But of course, like always, there were exceptions…