Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs

Seth was currently in a timber truck, beside him was its driver who couldn’t help but send him fearful glances from time to time, but Seth didn’t mind the man’s actions, after the light beating he had layered on the man, anyone would react the same way, and it wasn’t like the man was disturbing him.

With every individual who could put up a semblance of a fight against him dead, Seth had quickly left the vicinity of the ruined base, he trudged through the unfamiliar and unfriendly forest for hours till he finally stumbled on a tarred road.

Seth had trekked along the road for a while yet he hadn’t come across any vehicle, he could only assume the road was a not so popular one, it wasn’t until a few hours later that he saw a truck carrying timber driving towards him, and without delay, he stood in the middle of the road blocking the truck’s path.

The poor driver of the truck seeing Seth on the road, stepped on the brakes of the truck, and to his relief and crying of his tires managed to stop some distance away from Seth, but there was a nasty look on his face.

“Get the fuck out of the road before I come down there and bash that filthy head of yours,” the diver angrily said.

The driver was at the beginner cadet stage, and seeing Seth’s tattered clothes and unkept look, he assumed him to be some villager from around the area, or possibly a homeless man, and while he was not so heartless to kill Seth, that didn’t mean he was going to shy away from giving him some beatings if he proved stubborn.

Seth heard the man’s words but didn’t move an inch or say a thing, it was like an ant screaming that it was going to push a full grown adult off a cliff, and currently, Seth had no interest in reasoning with an ant.

The driver incensed by Seth’s disregard for his words angrily got down from the truck and began walking towards Seth, cracking his knuckles as he went, the driver had a small stumble on his chin, with long hair which he tied up at the back, he wore a huge faded green coat with black trouser and black boots.

“You’ve probably never met a cultivator in your life, but today am going to teach you why you shouldn’t mess with them,” the driver said, but Seth still made no reaction, he just kept on blankly staring at him like he was an idiot.

Finally, within attacking range and seeing Seth still ignoring him, he threw a right hook at him, preparing to follow up with a punch from his left fist, but he was forced to pause his plans as Seth’s left hand easily caught his right hand, and before he could decide on his next course of action, Seth squeezed the driver’s right hand eliciting a small scream from the man, and then without delay, Seth began raining slaps on the unfortunate man’s cheeks.

Seth intended to use the truck as a means of transport, but he had no interest in driving, so he made sure to control his strength and only leave red painful marks as he alternated between slapping the driver’s left and right cheek.

Seconds into the slapping session and the man was already in tears, wanting to beg Seth for forgiveness, but each slap from Seth had him unable to speak, only able to whimper within the small time frame between the slaps, meanwhile, the pain being inflicted on his right hand kept the driver’s immobile, unable to do a thing.

Just when the driver thought he was going to be the first man to die by slapping, Seth stopped torturing the man’s poor jaws and without looking at him, he began walking forward while still holding the driver’s hand and given the driver’s disoriented state, the only possible outcome was him falling over and being pulled along by Seth.

When they arrived at the front of the truck, Seth let go of his hand and spoke,

“Get in the truck”.

The driver was still coming to himself and didn’t understand Seth’s words, so Seth decided to give him a few seconds to recover, and then he repeated his words,

“Get in the truck”.

This time, the driver heard him clearly and quickly got to his seat and scampered into the truck’s driver seat, and Just as he closed the door of the truck, Seth opened u the door to the passenger’s seat, comfortably sat in it, and said “drive”.

The driver was tempted to ask for Seth’s destination, but the stings from the earlier slaps had him revving up the truck’s engine and moving it forward, desperately begging the truck to go faster, not wanting to further earn Seth’s ire.

Presently Seth and the driver had been on the road for quite some time, with the driver praying to quickly arrive at Seth’s destination so he could quickly offload this demon he had picked up on the road while Seth blandly looked at the screen of the tablet he had gotten off Diana’s space ring, but internally he was frustrated when he saw the distance between his current location and Ukota town.

“How the hell did I ever get there,” Seth asked himself for the umpteenth time, he still had no answer to this question and right now began entertaining the thought of canceling his trip to Ukota, his plans had been to heal Sonia and then use her connections to get access to a dungeon, but looking the distance between them, he wasn’t interested in going on a 10 day journey just to get to her, he was a man with a death sentence hanging over his head, he had limited time.

Seth was already entertaining the thought of storming a grade A city and searching for a dungeon when the sound of a speeding car came into his ears, and before long a sleek blue hovering sports car was running side by side with the truck, alarming the driver who was seeing such a luxurious car for the first time while Seth stared at the car with a smile, plans on how to successfully rob it pouring into his head, but then the car quickly accelerated some distance ahead of them, and the parked sideways in the middle of the road, forcing the driver to once again sharply step on the brake, sending the truck’s tires screeching as they were forced to stop their rotation.

“Would have been interesting to see the truck crash into it” Seth thought as he waited to see the beauty driving the blue car.