I panic and start throwing rocks at the bandits with the Stone of Matter. Momentum is a thing, so even if I can only control matter within 1 meter of myself, it will still keep going after I chuck it.
The rocks are about as effective as me throwing them by hand, and it seems the bandits are just annoyed by it.
“What? Is that magic?”
“No way, even the weakest of spells do more damage than this, he must be a complete novice.”
The bald bandit and the tattooed bandit spoke as they responded to my attempt at self defense.
Jeez, so this thing really does suck. Good to know.
I wasn’t sure how my powers compared to this world’s magic, but now I know for certain that god hates me.
Probably because I roasted him.
Armed with one-handed swords, the bald bandit and the tattooed bandit started walking towards me while the other 3 focus on the woman and her group.
Well that didn’t work. Time for Plan B.
I booked it as fast as I can. No way in hell am I sticking around to become a slave.
The forest looked the same in all directions. There was no way I could have remembered the path I took to get here, but I didn’t care. I just kept running.
With the Stone of Energy, I am able to run 10% faster and longer than normal, but a 10% increase for a guy who never exercises isn’t a lot.
I run out of breath after 30 seconds and the 2 bandits that were chasing after me caught up in a few seconds.
“Would this guy be worth anything as a slave? He’s so weak”
“Hey, screw you asshole! At least I’m not the one who looks like if Caillou went to prison and got gangbanged every day for the past year!”
“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?”
The bald bandit looks at me with a quizzical expression.
Of course he wouldn’t understand my pop culture references. Why do I always resort to roasting when I panic?
The bandits seemed to have had enough of my shit and started to advance with killing intent.
“No, wait, wait, we can talk this out, can’t we?”
The bandits ignore my desperate attempt at pleading and continue their advance.
In a last ditch effort, I continue to weakly chuck rocks at the two.
From the look in their eyes, their intent seemed to be my capture, but that could change any moment now, as the irritation on their face slowly became more and more prominent.
Welp, this is the end. I’ll be seeing you again soon, god.
And as if on cue, I heard a voice resound in my head.
Usage quota reached. Stone of Matter output capacity has increased to level 2.
Suddenly the rocks I was chucking began to fly at a considerably faster rate, and in larger size and quantity.
“OW! What the heck?”
The 2 bandits suddenly stopped in their tracks as the rocks started to do some noticeable damage.
That voice just now, could it be…
It may seem like a dumb decision in retrospect, but in the moment, it was something I was dying to find out.
I tried controlling as much matter as I could. The rock i lifted was about twice as big, its movement was around twice as fast, and my control range expanded to roughly 2 meters.
So my control has been doubled across the board, huh? Maybe this glove ain’t so useless after all.
In this situation, any sane person would have just taken this opportunity to run, but I however am no such person.
They took my brief moment of experimentation as a chance to attack and rushed into my 2 meter range.
“What? Not gonna run away? Don’t think you can win just because you got a few lucky shots in, you litt- huh?”
Noticing their swords were out of their hands, the bandits were stricken with shock.
“I’m sorry what was that? I’m a little what? Yeah that’s right, why don’t you shut your traps and let me do the talking, okay?”
Pointing the floating swords at their throats, I gave quite the intimidating response, if I do say so myself. I’ve had quite enough of these guys, so I just needed to blow off some steam. I didn’t actually have the intent to kill them, but they didn’t know that. All I wanted was some answers and their supplies, and considering the fact that they tried to turn me into a slave, this was the least they could do.
I don’t plan on dying as easily the second time, and with this glove, I might even be able to have a good life.
Yay! I’m turning my life around! Mom, dad, are you happy now?
But before I could state my demands, an arrow whizzed by my ear and buried itself into a nearby tree.
Startled, I turned around to the source of where the arrow came from, but I was too late to react.
A second arrow flew and lodged itself into my left lung.
The swords I was controlling dropped on the floor with a loud clang as I desperately tried to gasp for air and crumbled to the ground.
“Hey! Where the hell were you aiming with that first one?!”
The bald bandit exclaimed towards a boy who looked to be around his early teens.
So it was him…
I couldn’t catch many of his features, but I could make out his blond hair.
“Sorry senpai! I’m still learning how to use this thing…”
“Well then learn faster!”
I hear the bandits bicker as I lay on the floor in a pool of my own blood.
Shit, this really hurts…I didn’t think a third guy would come after the two.
“What do we do with this guy?” said the tattooed bandit.
“We’ll take his stuff and leave ‘em for dead. That glove of his seems like a pretty powerful magic artifact. We could probably pawn it of to a magicians’ guild for a pretty high price”, said the bald bandit.
I don’t wanna go… I don’t wanna go… not without fapping one last time.
As the 3 bandits slowly approach me, I could feel my consciousness fading.
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