"I am a magic caster in the same way the Emperor is 'well-off'. "We know you're a magic caster," the head guy announced, "that's why I got the extra manpower." You think this is going to be really easy, but it's not." "Twenty on one, no avenue of escape, small cute looking girl for your sex dungeon look I get it. "Okay I get what this looks like," I tried another approach seeing that I wasn't getting through to any of them. That got a bunch of confused looks from the gaggle before me. "Ignoring the whole 'twenty guys for one girl' thing you have going on," I gesture to the guys behind me, "there is no conceivable way any of you can survive against me." "I'm running late to see my friend, so can you just move aside," I gave them a shooing motion with one of my hands. Even if my memory of the Light Novels is a bit spotty with the nuances and tiny details, even I remember that the Eight Fingers is some international criminal organization that deals mostly in drugs and sex slaves.
Ignoring that, how stupid does this guy think I am to think all he needs to say is some flowery words and I'd just go with him. No harm my ass! Who do they think I am, a fucking child? I promise, no harm will come to you if you follow us." Someone just wants to talk to you about a business partnership with your transmutation Talent. "New place, some scary looking people coming up to you in an alleyway," he went on.
' I'm scared?' Oh dear, it looks like they were completely misinterpreting my silence. "Look kid I know your scared," the big guy up front spoke up again, his words breaking my personal musings. Not sure about the teleporting part, but flying magic is not something unheard of or unattainable by the people of this world. Just teleport of fly off into the distance. Well, I guess there is the option to just run away. It's not a matter of 'if I can kill them' but 'how to not make this look like a slasher crime scene'. Haven't actually seen what the last one does to a person, but I'm pretty sure it's not gentle to the person it hits. I have a fire spell that burns people to death, a curse that inflict so much pain on a person that they might bite off their own tongues, a different curse that turns a person's blood into a poisonous black ichor, and a spell that flings a bolt of eldritch energy at someone. Then again, I don't really have any spells to my knowledge that are 'clean'. I guess I could just kill them one by one and let a few run off after they see the one sided slaughter of their companions. Geeze, stuck between a rock and a hard place. And that's only assuming that the effects won't penetrate past the brick walls of the buildings and kill everyone in them as well. That being, it will kill everything in front of me, including the pedestrian traffic behind the gangsters on the other ends of the alleyway. The problem with that spell, however, is that it does not discriminate targets. While in any other situation, I'd probably use to just one shot everyone in front of me then hit the guys behind me with a second cast as they gawked at the instant death in front of them. "No, I heard you the first time," I pinched the ridge of my nose in frustration processing my options. It has been what, three, four days tops since I was last accosted by bandits? Well to be fair, these guys are probably gangsters rather than bandits since this is a city, but the point remains! Seriously, what is it with this world and bandits popping up out of nowhere? And didn't people boast that this city is one of the safest in the world? Sorry this chapter took so long to get here!