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I'm telling you if you don't want to regret your life, you better put me down this instant. "Woah... the cat knows how to act fierce????" [Trust me, young lad. If not because I don't want to bully the weak, you would have been down on the ground now searching for your own teeth... ] "Hahaha! You really know how to humor me. Hahaha!" The young man put the cat down as he stared at it with eyes full of humor. "My name is Robin. I don't originally belong here, but that useless system accidentally sends me here instead. My job is to save crazy villainess of the world."

Only a few of the witches still retained any semblance of their human form and their mummy-like features and raspy voices, frankly, gve me the creeps. And the fact that they use rogue wolves to do their bidding...it makes me sick to my stomach. Everyone knows that the only thing that makes a werewolf even close to being civil is being part of a pack. These rogues hold their humanity to them by a small tether, many of them unable to completely shift back into human form. They stink of the humanity that was leaving them. They constantly fight among each other, sometimes killing one another. The Riding Hoods don't care, they just send some acolyte to find another rogue.

Interrupted by the hooded men, Yan Chong and the others unsheathed their weapons—saber, sword breaker, and set of Purple-gold Armor. Thirteen hooded men remained; two of their original number had been killed by Chu Xun earlier. With great difficulty, they managed to keep Jiu You occupied that the latter could not come to Chu Xun's aid. Despite having Sacred Relics which could have bolstered their powers, the hooded men were all Human Kings and they have the superiority of numbers. Surrounded by foes outnumbering them three to one, the four who came to help found themselves assailed from all sides instead.

Hearing his final gurgles as he died I realized I was now the only one alive, I just hoped- “Are you okay?” He asks me. For the first moment, I feel overcome with relief. He wasn’t there to kill me. Looking up at him I can see that his clothing resembled other hunters I would write about in my stories at home. A typical Robin Hood appearance with light green and brown clothing, a tunic with a hooded jacket, and pants with many straps for holding a variety of items. Tucked in next to the sheath for his sword was a slingshot, a very basic one. Almost amused, I stand up, coming face to face with him. His dark eyes look at me curiously, his skin, though not sun-kissed, was full of life, and his

He paused briefly, his jaw tightening before he added, “Two women. He’s… enjoying himself. Like nothing ever happened. Like none of it matters.” The words settled between them, and Damien shook his head slightly, the frustration slipping through despite his control. “I don’t understand it,” he said, his gaze fixed ahead. “How a man can move so easily between cruelty and comfort without feeling the weight of either.” Robin Hood, seated beside him, had already drawn his hood over his head, his movements calm and deliberate, as though this was just another step in a long and familiar path. “People like him don’t stop to think,” he said quietly, his voice steady, almost detached. “That’s why the

But it was the end of my misery, because that night, this human sparked life in me once again. Just one human. My human, Victoria. The END.

Robin looked for a while then said,'' Your little Robinhood is here to save the day for you. Just as she heard that her eyes went wide. She puts on her glasses and grabs hold of him by the shoulder. '' Are you my Robinhood?'' she asked with tearful eyes. He smiled. '' Yes I am, I am back Madam Lily.'' '' Oh my,'' she hugged him tightly. '' You are back after so many years. I can't believe that, Welcome back everyone missed you here,'' she said while sobbing. '' I am glad to see you well too, Madam Lily. You haven't changed at all,'' he comments.

Soon after they noticed the town a loud bell tolled, ‘It seems they have also seen us, they are quite skilled’ the hooded man said to himself with a smirk, the 2 men stopped a good distance away from the entrance and soon the gate opened and 100 men came bustling out and surrounded them. “Who are you and what do you want?” boomed a voice from a man who was walking through the men, they stepped to the side and made a passage for him to walk through. “You must be commander Dustin” the hooded man said with a slight bow of his head, “I am not here for hostilities, purely to ask a favour” “Hooded bandits asking a favour from us!” he roared with laughter, “I give no favours to law breakers, plus 2

There is no longer a connection between me and my mate. No feeling. No emotion. A rogue named Robin approaches me. He was a beta once, before his pack expelled him. He has become something of a friend to me over the years. “What will you do with her?” he asks. "We cannot afford to care for her. Our food supplies are stretched enough as it is."

It was the thin thread that separated criminals from monsters. Giuseppe, his older brother, had once joked that Giovanni was like a modern Robin Hood—if Robin Hood wore Armani suits and carried a .45 caliber moral compass. They robbed, scammed, and extorted the rich and the corrupt, taking from those who had gained their wealth through others' misery, only to funnel much of it back into the hands of those who needed it most. Orphanages, women's shelters, soup kitchens—all received anonymous donations that kept them running when government funding fell short.