Souls Online: Mythic Ascension
Chapter 118: Blood on Tap

Chapter 118: Blood on Tap

Tyrone Darius always had everything he could ever want. His father built an empire in real estate before diving into the tech industry, where he earned millions. Though the company was only a mid-sized corporation by market standards, Tyrone’s future as heir and CEO was all but secured.

But that wasn’t enough.

Tyrone craved excitement—raw, unfiltered chaos. He lived for the thrill, the violence, the lawlessness no boardroom could offer. So when he first heard about Ascension of Souls, he knew exactly what it was: a playground for the monster he’d always hidden behind a tailored suit.

He entered the game under the name BanditKing, gathering a crew of ex-corporate thugs—men ousted from his father’s company for their "questionable conduct." Inside the game, he attempted to shape himself into an armored tyrant, sharpening his image until he looked every bit the warlord he envisioned: fierce, commanding, untouchable.

Yet dreams were often the farthest from reality. Despite pouring every waking hour into leveling, despite hiring grunts to throw themselves at monsters in endless human wave tactics, he still failed to crack the top ten ranked players. Every leaderboard update was a fresh insult.

Enraged, he cycled through ideas. Bribery. Sabotage. Blackmail. None of them worked within the confines of the game’s systems.

When faced against the idea of facing the Top Ranked Rogue, Banditking knew he had no chance in a face to face confrontation. That was when he decided to change his approach

If he couldn’t dominate the world with strength alone, he’d do it the old-fashioned way—through territory, fear, and gold. He started staking claims in the village, using his wealth and goons to "buy" loyalty from NPCs and intimidate weaker players into paying tribute. What he lacked in raw stats he would compensate with manpower, gold and cruelty.

Banditking had been debating where to start his conquest of the village. That was until he saw what he could only describe as a beautiful woman enter a shabby looking bar. It was with the head between his legs that he made his decisions.

’After all! Every Hero needs his Trophy~!’

One of Banditkings many vices was women. His desire for control and conquest was nearly limitless as he had no moral qualms doing whatever he needed to get his way.

"Boys. We are going to start our Brigade at this place."

"Are you sure Boss? This place is a bit of a dump"

"If Hot chicks are coming here, it has got to have a selling point. We are gonna take over and I am gonna conquer a beauty~!"

"Boss...I don’t want to be a buzzkill but I think I have seen that girl before"

"Haha. Old Man are you telling me she stars in one of those videos you watch? That should make things easier for me~! Hahaha!"

The Old man shook his head

"No. Not like that—"

But he couldn’t finish his sentence as Banditking had kicked the door in and his other goons had barged into the tavern.

And now, standing in the smoke-stained threshold of this backwater tavern, flanked by three of his most vicious enforcers, Tyrone Darius—BanditKing—was ready to make this place his next conquest.

Until she stood up.

Banditking had never seen such a beautiful woman, her long black hair was like the colour of Onyx and her eyes glowed with an almost ethereal amethyst glow. Her figure was amazing and her attire was extremely revealing yet she stood there unashamed.

Something about her presence unsettled him but he chalked it up to her looks. Beauty always made men stupid, and he wasn’t the exception. Ignoring his better judgement, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Take out the trash? Very funny! You know what, if you agree to become my woman, I will make you one of the richest women in this city. In fact I will make you one of the strongest players there are here!"

The woman’s expression faltered as she looked at him with a disbelieving look in her gaze. One of his goons seemed to interpret that as fear towards Banditking’s identity and puffed his chest out while proclaiming.

"Being my Boss’s woman is your greatest honor! Why don’t you thank him already~!"

"HAHHAHAHAHAHAHA"

The woman couldn’t help it anymore and started laughing hysterically, putting a hand on her stomach as she struggled to stand while she laughed uncontrollably.

The goons were offended by the laughter but not as much as Banditkings expression who had grown extremely frosty.

"You better weigh your options here bitch! You either become my woman or your life going forward will be living hell!"

"Oh~? Well I was wondering what the weather in hell would be like around this time of year~"

"Do you think this is funny? Do you not care what happens to your friends and family?"

The smile on the womans face instantly disappeared, replaced by an icy chill that caused a shiver to run down the mens spines.

"Are...Are you threatening to do something in the real world if I tell you no?"

"Th-That’s right bitch! Learn your place!"

She asked emotionlessly as if she was merely observing them. The cold glare unnerved one man enough to draw a dagger from his belt and threw it at her as he roared back at her. Banditking eyes widened in shock as the woman merely tilted her head slightly, allowing the dagger to graze her cheek

[-1]

Notice: Unsanctioned PVP has been detected. Aggressors have been Marked as Criminals. You are now allowed to act in Self Defence.

"Big mistake Boys"

Before their very eyes, the woman disappeared in a split second but before anyone could say anything, there was an audible crunch behind them.

[-250!]

[Critical Strike!]

[Fatal Blow!]

[SugarDaddy47 has been slain]

One of the goons dropped like a puppet with its strings cut—his neck twisted at an impossible angle.

Standing where the Goon had once been, the woman was standing there, her expression still blank.

"WHAT THE FU–"

Blink

She was gone again.

[-236]

[Critical Strike!]

[Fatal Blow!]

[LordoftheMotelhas been slain]

"GRAAAH"

Another goon crumpled to the floor, Daggers embedded into his eyes oozed blood.

"Oh fuck! Boss, I remember where I saw her! She was with Ouroboros! She is in that Par—"

BanditKing couldn’t even scream as the woman suddenly appeared behind his last remaining goon as she dragged a knife across the man’s throat.

[-194!]

[Critical Strike!]

[Fatal Blow!]

[BanditGoon has been slain]

Blood gurgled from the man’s throat, He tried to stop the bleeding but it was already pointless. Banditking watched with horror as the light left his last henchman’s eyes. Now left to face her alone, he was utterly terrified.

He immediately tried to run to the door but before he could reach it, she popped into existence right in front of him. He then backpedaled, his lips trembling as he tried to threaten her.

"D-Don’t you know who I am?! I am Tyrone Darius! I can destroy you with one call to my father....!"

Before he could even finish speaking, a dagger was in his mouth, He could taste the iron of blood on his tongue mixed with the texture of steel. His body trembled as the woman stared into his eyes with the same lifeless expression.

"You wish to threaten me? Bold of you to threaten the Umbral Princess"

’U-Umbral Princess?!’

The mere mention of her name caused Banditking to faint right there on the spot. Nyx couldn’t be bothered to kill him, instead choosing to stand up and observe her handiwork. The three henchmen’s bodies turned into particles of light before disappearing.

’So that is what happens when you die...’

"Sorry for the mess Barkeep...oh?"

To her surprise, the first dagger that she had allowed to nick her was stabbed into the countertop. The barkeep had caught it. After the fight, the Barkeep started to look at her differently.

"Something on my face Boss~?"

she asked as she picked up her glass which had been refilled while she was fighting.

"No. But I have to ask. Do you have a Lifestyle Profession yet?"

"Can you read minds boss? I was going to ask you about it honestly."

The gruff barkeep floated a small smile on his face as he remarked "Well in that case, stick around for a bit longer and I will make you my disciple. My lifestyle class is a bit unique"

"Let me ask one question. If I become your Disciple, will I get to drink alcohol for free?"

"Discount. Not Free..."

"Deal. I am in, Boss! Please take care of me~!"