My Muscle System in the Mage World

"Aur, don't worry. I was just having some fun. These women came to my bedroom, and seeing her delicate figure, I couldn't resist," John said with a smile.

Aur didn't reply, merely giving a casual shrug as he glanced to the side, where the other three also approached.

"Tsk, you lecherous bastard," Darcy spat at John, her expression one of disgust.

"Hey, hey," John chuckled shamelessly, saying little else.

"Now that we've rested, kill them all," Aur replied in a cold tone.

Hearing Aur's chilling words, the elderly man, who had been secretly listening in, felt a shiver run down his spine. His hair stood on end, and his body trembled as if facing a death sentence.

"Run."

Quick-witted, the elderly man's mind swiftly processed Aur's command, prompting him to flee on instinct, without uttering a single word.

Aur's gaze followed the elderly man as he sprinted, his movements fueled by sheer terror.

Without hesitation, Aur gesture, and a searing fireball materialised before him, hurtling toward the fleeing figure with deadly precision. His crimson eyes glowed reflecting the spell.

Boom!

The explosion reverberated through the air as the fireball struck its target, engulfing the old man in flames.

A piercing cry of agony pierced the atmosphere, cutting through the tranquillity of the tribe.

All eyes turned to Aur, their expressions a mixture of shock and horror as they beheld the ruthless act he had just committed.

"Elder!" cried out one of the stronger men, his voice tinged with disbelief, as he rushed toward the billowing cloud of dust where the old man had fallen.

As the dust settled, revealing the grim aftermath, a hush fell over the crowd. The elderly man lay motionless, his body charred beyond recognition, almost consumed by the flames that had devoured him.

No matter how cunning or intelligent a person may be: people die when killed!

"You... you monster!" one of the men, his voice trembling with rage and fear, stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Aur with hatred.

"I warned everyone that these outsiders couldn't be trusted, but nobody listened! How could immortals be so heartless to kill without reason, even if they are—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Aur moved with lightning speed, his saber slicing through the air with deadly precision.

With a swift, casual motion, he silenced the man, his blade leaving a crimson arc in its wake as it met flesh and bone, ending the man's protest in a spray of blood.

"You—" the strong man's eyes widened with disbelief, blood gushing profusely from his slit throat and staining his entire body crimson.

"You guys are talking too much for dead corpses," Aur casually commented.

The brave men of the tribe immediately drew their weapons and pointed them at Aur, while some cowardly individuals made a run for it, their expressions twisted in terror.

"Slaughter," Aur uncaringly commanded. "I will take care of the people here, and you guys take care of the people in there. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Aur," the four of them answered in a firm tone before dispersing.

Aur casually wiped the blood from his saber.

"Now, who is next?" he asked, looking at the apprehensive strong men who surrounded him.

Though these people weren't wizards, surviving in the wilderness took considerable effort. Without proper physical strength, they wouldn't even be able to hunt a rabbit. Their physical prowess could be considered formidable.

"Let's go together, brother! He is alone; we can overwhelm him, even if we have to sacrifice ourselves. Let's show these immortals that we aren't sheep!" one of the men, with a distinctively good physique, roared with rage eyes protruding out. He was wearing the fur of what seemed to be a fox.

"You are right, Kai. Let's advance together. One pair of hands cannot defeat all of us."

With his words, the others' fighting spirits were ignited, and they followed his lead. Aur was immediately rushed by thirty people, all at once, wielding maces, spears, or whatever weapon they had at hand.

Aur simply looked at the charging group with an amused smile on his face, completely unfazed.

An ordinary peak wizard apprentice might falter in such a situation. Even if they cast a spell that could kill ten people instantly, the other twenty might immediately hack them to pieces, especially since their physical strength was almost at their limits. However, it was different for Aur.

Aur's pupils dilated, and a snarl escaped his lips. Adrenaline immediately rushed into his brain, and with a battle-crazed expression, Aur shot forward in an instant, reaching the leader Kai.

Kai's eyes widened in sheer horror as he gathered all his power in his mace, hurtling it towards Aur.

However, Aur didn't even glance at the spear, swiftly swinging his heavy saber.

Shing!

The mace was directly cut into pieces, but the saber didn't stop until it beheaded Kai in front of him, his head falling to the ground.

The others were stunned, but this was a do-or-die situation, and their rage took over. Three of the men immediately lunged their spears at Aur.

Aur didn't even move, allowing the spears to attack him head-on. However, the spears couldn't even make a dent in his skin.

Instead, a crack sounded, and the tips of the spears immediately broke into pieces.

The three men's eyes widened with sheer horror and helplessness.

"Die," Aur casually stated as he swung his saber again, beheading the three in an instant with a single saber stroke.

Aur then retrieved the axe from his back and turned his gaze to the remaining people, whose eyes were filled with despair.

"Obediently wait for your turn," he commanded, his voice cold and commanding.

Without hesitation, he hurled the axe towards one of them.

Boom!

The ground trembled as the axe soared through the air with tremendous force. As it spun, the intricate symbol inscribed on its surface shimmered with a golden light.

With deadly precision, it sliced through the air and severed a person's neck. But it didn't stop there; the axe continued its rotation, landing on the next person in a brutal, circular pattern.

After cutting down the tenth person, the axe returned to Aur, who nodded in satisfaction.

"These two aren't bad. Now, let's test the spell in the saber," Aur muttered thoughtfully.

What was the difference between a normal weapon and an artefact? An artefact was inscribed with a spell; essentially, while the weapon itself was merely a container, the real power derived from the spell embedded within.

Whether it was durability, strength, or even sharpness, all were activated by the spell.

Aur infused some mana into the saber in his hand and casually slashed it again, this time at the ground.

Boom!

The earth split open with just the force of the saber, creating a canyon in the ground. Eight people tumbled into the abyss, their screams echoing from the depths, their fate uncertain.

The spell embedded in the saber made it incredibly sharp. With Aur channelling mana into it, its sharpness increased tenfold, and combined with its weight, it became a devastating weapon of destruction.

"Hmm, not bad. The wizard who created these sabres must have had similar visions," Aur remarked, nodding in approval.

"Twelve remaining," he stated, his gaze cold as he surveyed the terrified individuals before him. Their earlier bravado had vanished in the face of imminent death, their morale plummeting to an all-time low.

Some attempted to flee, but Aur swiftly put an end to their escape attempts by hurling the axe with incredible force. Simultaneously, he unleashed multiple balls of water infused with wind rotating around them.

The twelve individuals fell one by one, their attempts at survival futile against Aur's relentless onslaught. Soon, a river of blood flowed across the grassland, staining the earth crimson, even reaching Aur's feet.