I Became A Zompirewolf

"Sir, I suggest you do whatever they want you to and defuse the situation." The new Ena-bot suggested, "or else if the higher-ups get involved, you'll be in a troublesome situation and considering your information in our database, you won't be able to get away with minor punishment either. That's the only piece of advice I can give to you at this moment."

Ashton remained silent trying his best to not let his explosive temper get in his way. After thinking about it for a couple of seconds, he got calm enough to not rip the fucking robot's head off.

"Good job setting me up. Now I know why the others were avoiding you like plague." Ashton complimented Square-face on his success, "I'll take the job without any money. That should be enough for you right?"

After saying his piece, Ashton headed towards the bulletin board to register take the job for them and be done with it. However, he was soon stopped by the mercenaries who quickly surrounded him. It did not look like they were going to accept Ashton's offer.

"You should have done it in the first place." The Square-face laughed, "But since you knocked out my deputy captain, you should offer a bit more than what you suggested. It's only fair."

Ashton forced a smile on his face, but in his head, he had already killed these bastards a dozen times by now. Every time he heard their voice, he got a step closer to slashing their necks. But Astaroth's voice helped him hold his bloodthirsty back.

"It's my first day here, so I'm not sure how I can give you anything," Ashton said, still smiling politely but his patience was rapidly draining, "If you have anything on your mind, then I'll try my best to accommodate your wishes."

"Tch, to think it was your first day and you still messed with us. You got a shit ton of bad luck, don't you?" Square-face gave Ashton a pitiful look, "Hm... let me think about it for a moment. Since you can't offer us money, it will make things a bit difficult for you."

He continued after a few seconds, "You know what? I'll let you off easily since this is your first offence. How about we all introduce ourselves to you the way the Gold Water mercs do?"

"I don't know what you mean-"

"You'll know soon enough," Square-face barely contained his laugh before turning back to face his group, "Everybody line up in front of the gentleman. Let's introduce ourselves to him."

Ashton had no idea what was going on, but he decided to go along with it for now. While the morons formed a queue in front of him, Ashton was thinking of only one thing... how he will kill that fucking robot the moment he gained enough authority to do so.

​ [Relax a bit. Just keep your head down and we'll take care of them later.]

'I've been hearing that same line every two-three days now. Can't fight Michael? Get strong, and come back later. Can't take care of some mercenaries? Get strong and come back later.'

[I know how you feel, but this is the best way to handle things.]

Ashton sighed. A moment later the queue had been formed. He looked at them and saw a few of them flexing their fists... as someone would do before punching something. At that moment it was clear why the mercs were so eager to introduce themselves.  Little did they know their eager faces were about to turn sour.

[Looks like you wouldn't need to wait for long to get your revenge.]

'Revenge? No, this is karma. Revenge will come later.'

Ashton held on to his serious expression on the outside, he was laughing like a maniac inside his head. With his Draconic physique and armour stat points, these bastards would end up hurting themselves more than him.

[Oi, wipe that smirk off your face.]

'Right, right.'

Ashton stood there and soon enough the first candidate introduce himself. Upon a glance, Ashton had quite literally not seen an uglier alien than him. Although he was solidly built, this one-eyed cream-skinned alien looked weird. His monobrow and extensive ears didn't add to his beauty either. Nor did his bucktooth.

'I wonder what kind of expression would you have when you start tearing up.'

"Private Wallace Jennk. It's a pleasure to mee-OUCH!"

Wallace hit Ashton's face with all his might. So much so, that the rest of his squad could hear a loud crunch and began laughing, thinking Wallace broke the poor man's face. Only when they heard Wallace's cry as he fell to his knees, did the mercenaries realise the crunch did not come from Ashton's face. It was the sound of Wallace's broken bones.

"What the hell?" Square-face looked at Ashton with bewilderment in his eyes, "What did you do to him?"

"I did nothing..." Ashton said with an innocent expression on his face as he turned toward the robot from earlier, "I had my arms behind me at all times, you saw that right, Ms Ena-bot?"

"I... yes. You did not move do anything..." The robot replied.

There was a limit to how much she could 'assist' her clients. While she could excuse the drug matter as an oversight, she could not possibly say that Ashton hit their client back when it was clearly the other way around.

"See!" Ashton turned back towards the mercenaries, "You can continue introducing yourselves to me. But I must say... it is a weird way of introducing yourself to a stranger. Something like this wouldn't fly in my world as they'll think you are attacking them."

Saying so, Ashton squatted down next to Wallace, who was still clinging to his broken hand, "It'll be rude of me if I didn't introduce myself to you, right?"

A look of horror flashed in Wallace's eyes. His gaze instantly turned towards the captain. His eyes begged for help. But Ashton grabbed his chin, forcing Wallace to look at him.

"It's rude not to look at someone when they are introducing themselves," Ashton smiled innocently, "My name is Reaper. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

SMACK!