Legendary Shelter Survival Guide

"Pretty good try but why couldn't you hold it out?"

"I don't know, I felt a connection with it but then it just rejected me..." Sarah said with sadness.

Lucas's eyes shifted around and he could see that Sarah's face was pale while her fingers twitched showing the pressure that was placed on her during the summoning.

"Maybe it thought you were weak... I guess we won't know until you summon it a few more times."

"Well, that's the thing, I won't be able to summon the same thing again, it can be different too as the summoning feels pretty random."

"Hmm..."

Lucas thought for a few minutes and at the same time, Sarah only tried to get fresh again in order to do the summoning again.

'Am I forcing her?' Lucas asked himself with confusion.

Only a few days were left till they were going to the dungeon again so it was pretty considerate of Lucas to help Sarah in reaching a strength level where she won't need anyone else's help to survive.

The night passed and Sarah trained diligently until sleep got to her and there was no other choice but to take a break.

'This night was very fruitful, she's going to be halfway toward level 3 by tomorrow.'

Lucas thought and yawned, sleep had caught up with him too.

While he was trying to train Sarah, Lucas himself performed the first technique of the strengthening book various times to the point where his back was all sore from the stretching.

But it was all worth it, Lucas could now arch his back backward to a whole ninety degrees without breaking his backbone and could also come back up in split seconds making it easier for him to dodge unusual attacks.

The night went by quickly and the next day was even more fruitful.

Lucas got in contact with the electric elemental for a minute before it went back again, Sarah's skill was now going to reach level 3 real quick.

It was unusual to have such growth speed but it all was good until no one was compromised.

Lucas got to do his own training which was going very well. Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire

He was one of the prospective people inside the shelter to actually reach level 4 with one of his skills.

The day went by and the other projects were completely overlooked, the canal stayed empty the whole day with no work, and so did the little cave system Lucas and John made.

Everyone's days only went by with training at the individual levels and the group training that was going to make things very difficult for the enemies to handle.

...

Yet nobody knew what was happening in a particular small part of the forest.

A group of individuals could be seen marching around in a small territory.

There were many small huts made of straw and mud which would make one wonder as to how high these people were when it came to a better living place.

Yet the progressive facade couldn't fool anyone much longer, talks were getting out from the people inside this particular territory.

Especially the women, who were only inside the many huts getting harassed and whatnot.

They were not allowed to go out or even train their already weak and numbered skills.

The leader of this particular territory was a tattooed 6-footer who had the eyes that could make one tell right away that something was wrong.

The man was the former renowned criminal that was sentenced to death after a few years of jail but like always, the gods had intervened and now, this particularly dangerous person was living with his ways with one to tell him what was right or not anymore.

The remaining men displayed a range of behaviors—some seemed as timid as weasels, lacking the courage to challenge the debauchery and senseless violence. Others, however, embraced the opportunity to reveal their true nature, indulging in actions that were previously restrained by societal norms, unchecked by any governing authority or consequences.

All of them had made a chain in this godforsaken place to sell their agendas as at the end of the day, the strong had a say while the weak could only get oppressed further with no return.

While in the previous world, there was always psychological warfare, but now things had changed to physical violence where anyone could do anything and no one was going to stop them just because there is a high chance to die.

Morality was already thrown away from this particular piece of the forest's land and now the man names Kane ruled the group to greatness but at what cost?

Kane was traveling out of the hut where a few hours ago, the sounds of pleasures could be heard through a very long distance.

Now, he came out all sweaty with no shirt showing them all that he did the deed with some women without their permission but people could not even make eye contact.

To their demise, many people, around 40 had come together in the hope of survival but with a man like Kane in the group, it was bound to become a mess.

"Bring your quotas, you bitches! Quickly! Quickly!" A man shouted from just a few meters away from Kane.

While looking at everyone's pale expression, the man couldn't help but grin which was by far the most sadistic anyone could ever see in their life.

As the group carried out their orders with downtrodden expressions, it was clear that Kane's rule came at a high cost. The people who had initially sought refuge together were now trapped in a cycle of brutality and fear, their hopes for a better life extinguished.

Many came and kept some very random things in front of Kane that he took in his hand one by one.

These items ranged from some animal corpses to some plants and herbs that could be found anywhere.

"Next" The man next to Kane spoke while Kane observed the thing that the people he ruled brought for him.

A man in his late fifties with many white hair came shivering in front of him, his hands clasped with nervousness and fear.

"I-I couldn't get anything this time b-but please give me a few more hours and I will bring something to you..." The man said with a dejected look without daring to make even slight eye contact with the people under Kane's rule or Kane himself.

The old man clearly remembered a day when Kane came face to face with a very young man just because the young man kept staring at him.

The day was etched in all the people of the shelter where Kane first beat the shit out of the man and when it was enough he also tied the man down and made small cuts on his whole body again and again until night had fallen and the young man had died completely.

Dying was one thing but dying a worse death than a dog was not accepted by anyone.

Kane had a habit of torturing the people he had some beef with and this day, the old man was one of them.

The old man kept his eyes closed for a few more seconds until curiosity got the best of him and he opened them.

The very soul that he possessed shook when he saw a pair of wide eyes looking at him with a dead look.

Kane had bowed his head to reach the old man's eyes range and had been staring at the old man for the whole time.

The old man had nothing to speak as the very words including sorry or forgive me seemed to just get stuck at the tip with no way of getting out.

Just like the time when a person tries to confess his feelings yet at the right moment, he just freezes and the moment passes ruining everything he had made up in his mind.

Kane kept looking at him when his lips twitched one time, nobody saw it as no one dared to actually look but the man was getting happy seeing such a pale, hopeless, and scared face of the old man.

"Do you know what I was convicted about?" He said out of nowhere.

"W----What?" The old man said when in between, his voice was just trying to come out yet it took time.

"There was this guy I can't even remember his face, he had loaned me some money and then kept pestering me for getting it back. I gave him the money earnestly but then he said that the interest had increased and I owed him hundreds and thousands of dollars.

I remember the face when he just smiled at me, making it known that he was enjoying it." Kane stopped, his face still close to the old man's when suddenly a genuine smile formed on his face.

"That was the day I got the taste of that power that I longed for. I beat that man so much that his eyeballs went in and there was not a single intact bone left in his face.

I was only made to fulfill a sentence of 2 years and after returning, I tortured that man again and finally killed him." A grin formed on his face when he grabbed the old man's neck and dragged him to the same pole where the torture took place the last time.

The worst thing was that this particular group was just a hundred kilometers away from Lucas's shelter.