The Last Incubus with The Vice and Valor System

"Looks like we underestimated that bastard, he definitely isn't normal..." The Leader said with furrowed brows...

"Do you think he's probably, a cultivator..." A guy beside him said with a look of dread on his face, brows trickling down his face, a sense of premonition rising in his heart as he stared with wide eyes at the gruesome sight of the headless corpse of his fellow bandit...

"I hope his strength isn't that high... We choose the wrong target this time,' The leader's eyes narrowed at Leon as he said this...

Letting out a low sigh, The bandit made hand signals as he pointed at Leon, ordering the rest of the group to attack without speaking...

Now he had made such enemy, he has to try his very best to kill him and end everything here, because if Leon is allowed to escape and gets even more stronger in the future, becoming a powerhouse that can eliminate them without much effort, that'll definitely be troublesome...

They regrouped and attacked again, this time with more coordination.

"Don't let him escape!" The leader gritted his teeth and yelled, with how his subordinate was brutally killed he knew this battle is definitely not going to be an easy one...

"Hmmph! As if I planned to, you death-courting fools!" Leon snorted and moved forward to meet the group, hia movements were fluid, his katana slicing through the air with deadly precision.

He dodged and parried their attacks with ease, his body moving almost on instinct as he took down each of his attackers one by one.

The second bandit rushed at him with a wild swing of his club, but Leon sidestepped, delivering a clean cut to the man's torso.

Blood spurted from the wound, and the bandit collapsed to the ground, his vision fading to black as the realization of his mistake washed over him.

"A group of mere mortal bandits actually dared to challenge me," Leon muttered, his voice calm and

cold.

Though these men were stronger than normal humans as they were genuinely body-tempering experts- they ultimately hadn't reached the level of true cultivators.

The third bandit, seeing his comrades fall, let out a desperate cry and charged forward, but Leon met him with a deadly strike.

The bandit's weapon was knocked from

his hand, a look of despair spreading on his face at that moment, and before he could react, Leon's katana cleaved through his

chest.

He gasped for breath, his eyes wide with shock as he fell to his knees, his life slipping away.

The fourth and fifth bandits lost all their resistance after seeing all that had happened, they quickly tried to run, but Leon was faster.

With a quick leap, he closed the distance

between them and cut them down with two swift strikes.

Their bodies hit the ground, lifeless, their final

moments filled with regret and fear. These bandits were unlucky this time around.

They had chosen the wrong man for their devious plans, and with their weak strength, they never stood a chance.

Leon sheathed his katana, his gaze lingering on the bodies for a moment before he turned and continued on his way. Encounters like this were becoming more frequent the further he ventured from the estate.

The wilderness was dangerous, filled with both human and beast threats, but Leon was

prepared for whatever came his way.

As the days passed, Leon encountered more dangers on his journey.

Wild beasts occasionally crossed his path-wolves, giant serpents, and even the occasional rogue mutant beast-but none posed a significant threat to him,only the mutants proved to be a little troublesome.

His skills were sharpened with each encounter, and his strength grew with every battle.

Despite the challenges, he found himself appreciating the solitude.

The journey gave him time to think,

to reflect on everything he had experienced so far.

The world was vast and full of mysteries, and there was so much he still didn't

understand.

But with every step, he felt like he was getting closer to something important. The path ahead was uncertain, but he was determined to walk it, no matter what obstacles stood in his way.

Eventually, after days of traveling, Leon reached the central part of the region. The landscape shifted once again, with the rocky hills giving way to open plains and small villages dotting the horizon. The village he arrived at was a small, bustling hub of activity, with merchants and traders selling their goods to the locals.

It was a lively place, filled with the sounds of people haggling over prices and the scent of freshly baked bread wafting through the air.

Leon found a quiet corner near the village square and sat down to rest.

He had made it this far, but his journey was far from over. He knew that once he reached the capital, he would need to find a merchant caravan to travel with.

The Viscount had suggested joining a caravan for the remainder of the journey, and it

made sense. Traveling to the capital

alone would be far more dangerous than what he had already experienced.

The roads were longer, and the risks were greater. Even with the map, without experience of this regions, he stood a high chance of getting lost, as the routes were extremely strange and similar.

But for now, he allowed himself a moment of peace. The central part of the region was a safe haven Compared to the wilderness he had just traversed, and it would him a

brief respite before the next leg of

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Leon stood at the edge of the bustling village, his silver hair catching the late afternoon light as it fluttered in the wind. His journey had been long, filled with dangers, both human and beast. But now, as he looked over the sprawling settlement before him, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Finally," he muttered to himself, taking in the sight of the village. "I've finally reached Silverveil, the central part of this region."

Silverveil was a lively place, nestled in the heart of the region like a hidden gem. The village was known for its trade, where merchants from different corners of the land would gather to exchange goods, rest, and prepare for their journey to the capital. Wooden stalls lined the streets, overflowing with colorful fabrics, exotic spices, and finely crafted tools.

The air was filled with the scent of fresh bread and roasting meat, while the sounds of haggling and laughter created a symphony of life.

Leon walked through the village, his steps slow and deliberate as he observed the people around him. Despite the vibrancy of the place, he couldn't shake the weariness from his bones. Days of travel and constant vigilance had taken their toll, and even now, he felt the weight of fatigue pressing down on him.

But he had made it. Silverveil was the hub he had been aiming for, the place where he could rest and regroup before continuing on to the capital. The Viscount had been right—joining a merchant caravan from here would be the smartest move. The road to the capital was treacherous, and while Leon was confident in his abilities, traveling with others would reduce the risks.

As he continued to walk through the village, he noticed a group of merchants gathered near the central square, their wagons loaded with goods. They were deep in conversation, likely discussing the logistics of their next journey. Leon's sharp eyes scanned the group, assessing them as potential travel companions for the road ahead.

He would approach them soon, but for now, he allowed himself a brief moment of respite. Stepping into a nearby inn, he found a quiet corner and ordered a simple meal. As he waited for his food, he couldn't help but think back on the encounters he had faced during his journey.

The bandit monkeys, the wild beasts, the bandits—they were all behind him now. Each battle had been a test of his strength and resolve, and though he had emerged victorious, he knew the challenges would only grow more difficult from here.

His thoughts drifted back to the Viscount's words of warning before he had left the estate. The path to the capital wasn't just about surviving the physical dangers—it was about preparing himself for what awaited him at the Academy. He would need to be sharper, stronger, and more focused than ever before. A