The Case When I Created A Secret Society of Darkness Because I Reincarnated As A Villain, But For Some Reason, It Became My Harem - Chapter 217

My hometown was a settlement of the White Wolf Tribe, which is also my race.

In that village, strength is everything, and the values of the White Wolf tribe strongly reflect it. 

‘The weak deserve to get opposed, and if they complain, they should become stronger to fight back. If they can’t do that, it’s their fault for being weak.’

As a result, the village became a place where the rotten value of a system where ‘the weak are not allowed to live here’ was accepted as common sense.

I wouldn’t be lying if I said that the strong get praised in the White Wolf Tribe, but it’s not an exaggeration to say that my village takes it too far.

You can see how unusual my village is when I tell you that in other White Wolf villages, the strong are not allowed to oppress the weak, unlike mine.

During one day of living in such a village, I almost got r*ped by the idiot son of the village chief.

At that time, I desperately resisted and managed to escape, and in the process, one of the blows from my reckless clawing and scratching caught the idiot son in the eye, blinding him in one eye.

When the village chief found out about it, he told the idiot son, “You can’t even r*pe the weakest person in the village!” and drove the foolish son out of the village, but even so, his anger still didn’t subside, and he directed his anger at me.

From then on, he continued to nag me by saying, “I lost my son because of your weak and futile resistance.”

I honestly didn’t understand what it meant, but what made even less sense was that my parents took the chief’s side.

And without my knowledge, they agreed that to appease the chief’s anger, I would become a slave, and he would get the profits. Of course, my opinion didn’t matter there.

I was now riding a carriage to return home; to such a village.

Not long ago, I would have been scared. I had nothing but bad memories, and I used to not even think about my homecoming because it would make me miserable. 

However, now that I have been gently trained by the Black Rose seniors, my feelings of fear and misery have turned into anger.

Ironically, as I have grown stronger, my heart has become more relaxed, and I have a better sense of how I should look back at myself.

I was able to return home with my raging emotions under control.

“Hey, look.”

“What is it? That’s… no way, but wasn’t Raffy supposedly sold off as a slave…?”

I heard such conversations here and there.

Oh, thank goodness. It feels like everyone remembers me, Raffy Burton.

I then arrived at the arena in the village center and howled with all my might.

The howl was so loud that even I was surprised, and the air shook so much that the nearby buildings rattled and shook.

A howl in the middle of the arena White Wolf Tribe’s village is a signal that someone is here to destroy the village.