Aron started to devour things from his storage, eating things raw without any preparation. It required him an hour to calm himself and start cooking things. Dishes weren't too complicated, most of them were vegetables mixed with some herbal seasoning. 

His body started to regenerate and there was feeling of warm energy flowing forth and back through every part of his body. The cloth covering his wounds started to be in the way of vaporized blood.

The healing factor raised his body temperature to such levels that water inside of blood was turned into steam. Removing all cloths from his wounds revealed his body covered in closing wounds, some of them turned already into scars. The most worrying thing was colour of his skin, it was bright red. 

'I need to cool my body…' The nearest thing was lake, he jumped inside without second thought. Water around his started to boil and create bizarre mist, few minutes later his body was stabilized. The only thing left was scars, he came back to cooking as it wasn't nearly close to satiate his hunger.

'I look like the seasoned fighters… berserks don't care about getting hit…' It was problematic, this time he won the battle and survived. Another time could go differently, for example if Rirak wasn't there to help him. 

'I need to get stronger!' The fear of dying and inability to control his berserk was too overwhelming. The only way was to become powerful, in the world of magical creatures and martial arts his strength was insufficient. 

Time pa.s.sed, and he managed to satiate his hunger, it was half of hour in outside world. It was time to come back to his team.

"Where did you go? Wwwwhat? How did you?" Rirak was shocked by healing factor of the white-haired boys, some clans in his world had secret techniques to regenerate body at such speed. The problem was Aron wasn't part of any of those clans. 

"Did you hear about Gluttonous Demon Physique?" The technique came from Rirak's world, so he should be aware of its existence.

"ARE U INSANE? It's suicidal technique! None is cultivating it in my world… Side effects are too strong…" The technique was taboo in mercenary circles, there was case of man losing his mind and eating his comrades during the mission. Constant need to consume food was too dangerous for people that needed sometimes starve for weeks in a dangerous environment. 

"I can handle it… How are others?" His sight fell at Roger with covered stomach and others resting around the fire.

"They should be fine. I took care of it. They need some antibiotics and painkillers. The most important is rest…" Aron wasn't happy to hear those words, and he overestimated his skill and abilities of those people. Luckily none died, but it could be different if Rirak wasn't there.

"I will take care of them." Taking out some herbs out his storage and started mixing the concoctions. Creating natural medicine without any modern technology wasn't impossible. Human kind lived for a thousand years without antibiotics and chemical medicine. Their lifespan was shorter, still they had their ways to deal with diseases and wounds.

Creak! Aron heard someone opening doors, and it was boss's hut. 

"Did you leave anyone alive?" Aron asked Rirak question with a worried look on his face.

"All captives are there!" He pointed at nearby house, and a white-haired boy picked a weapon from the ground and rushed to boss's house.

BANG! Using strong kick to open doors created so much noise. There was one person inside of the building, and it was Filip.

"DON"T KILL ME!" His body was shaking from the fear, and all of his comrades were dead or captured. There was no way to win with those monsters.

"It's you! You wanted to steal from me?" It was his loot and Filip wanted to take bandit's treasures and run away.

"NO! I WOULDN'T DARE! I WANTED TO HIDE…" His story wasn't reliable, Aron knew about his stealing from this group. There was no honor or sense of belonging in this person, and he would betray anyone.

"SHUT UP AND GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY SHOULDN'T I KILL YOU!" His life was worthless in Aron's eyes.

"I CAN GIVE YOU MY TREASURES!" Aron instantly smiled and said.

"Why should I spare you if I can take them from your corpse?" It logical action, it was his right to loot defeated opponents. 

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"IT's HIDDEN! YOU WON'T ABLE TO FIND IT!" Filip meant his stash hidden in cave, it was already in Aron's hands.

"You mean chest inside of cave?" The expression on face of bandits changed to desperate, it was his chance to cheat this kid. His situation became dire, no cards to deal and lack of means to escape.

"I AM PART OF BIGGER GROUP! I am part of Red skull bandits…I was sent to search for treasure… You will get killed if you hurt me!" His words contained trace of hessitation and Aron saw through him.

"You are some kind of mob? None will care about you!" At this moment Filip lost his hope of survival, yet Aron didn't kill him. He knocked him out and put with other captives. 

It was time to finish dealing with patients. Sooner they get his concoctions, faster they get on their feet. 

An hour later, all of them received the medicine and he went to meet with captives.

Entering the building, he saw the depressed faces of bandits. Their lives were nearing the end, and Aron was like death himself coming for their heads.

"KILL US ALREADY!" One of the bandits started screaming with insults, he was afraid of tortures and death was better choice for him.

"SHUT UP!" Aron shouted and checked a person with his appraisal.

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[Traits: Coward, Trickster..]

'Afraid of death, huh?' Aron didn't want to finish those people without getting additional rewards.

Aron looked around and most of the alive bandits were worst sc.u.m. 

His sight fell on a person with worst state, multiple broken bones and terrible injuries over the body.

'How is he alive?' It was dead man, still he was breathing and looking at him without any complain.