Dark Warlock in the Apocalypse

Chapter 15: Securing My Territory

"Are we done talking? Then let me get back to what I was doing," Justin said, ignoring the tattooed man as he reached for the door handle of the Roman-style building.

"Hey, wait! You bastard...!" the tattooed man shouted, but his attempts to grab Justin were futile. His hands flailed through the air, blocked by the system's protective measures. Justin couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh as he opened the door.

"Ding ! Main Quest 'Secure a Home' completed."

"Ding ! You have been granted ownership of this residence and entry control rights."

"Ding ! You can expel or prevent others from entering your property through commands."

Justin's eyes lit up at the system notification. The building's old-fashioned exterior aside, the functionality was fantastic. It was the perfect personal space where no unwanted guests could intrude. In a world where privacy was practically extinct, it was hard to think of a more useful reward.

As Justin marveled at his new home, the tattooed man gritted his teeth and approached.

"You son of a—! Didn't I tell you not to go in there!?" the man yelled angrily.

"Expel," Justin said calmly, testing the command.

Flash

"...!?"

In an instant, the tattooed man found himself outside the building, bewildered by what had just happened. Taking advantage of the moment, Justin issued another command.

"Block entry for that pig."

"You son of a—!" the tattooed man charged at the house, but—

Thud

"Oof!"

He smacked into an invisible barrier, the force of the impact knocking him backward onto the ground. Dazed and unable to process what had just happened, the man struggled to regain his composure.

"These bastards think I'm a joke...!" the tattooed man growled in frustration.

"Calm down, pig. You're going to roast yourself if you get too worked up," Justin quipped from his doorway.

"Shut up! You'll be dead soon enough!" the man spat back.

"You're the one who should shut up. Do you really think anyone here is scared of you?" Justin said, his voice dripping with mockery as he watched the tattooed man seethe in anger.

"All those people you're threatening? They just fought their way here, smashing goblin skulls along the way. They're fighters. So, tell me, what makes you think you can scare them?"

"Screw you! You think I haven't killed anyone? You think I can't stab someone?" the man retorted, trying to save face.

"Oh, so you've got two fighters now? What are you gonna do, stab each other to death? No one here is going to back down just because you're running your mouth," Justin said, watching as the man slowly began to grasp the reality of the situation.

The tattooed man fell silent, realizing the truth in Justin's words. Just getting here proved that everyone was now accustomed to violence and killing. The moral compass of this new world had shifted, and they were confident in their ability to fight.

But trying to intimidate people who had already proven themselves in battle? That was a foolish move.

"These people have weapons, and they've been through hell already. Do you really think a few threats are going to make them submit?" Justin continued, his voice full of disdain.

"...."

"On top of that, these are people with grievances. They've seen the unfairness of the old world, lost loved ones to this sudden chaos, and don't know what the future holds. You think you can threaten them? You're just advertising yourself as a target."

The tattooed man clenched his fists in frustration but had no response. He was slowly realizing that this new world didn't work the way he thought it would.

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