Thousand Years Cultivator

6 Gifts from Villagers to Kevin

Gito, who witnessed all of that, immediately ran toward one of the cars with his broken arm swinging. But Kevin was already standing before him before he could open the car door.

"Wh-what do you want?" Gito stammered. His entire body trembled violently.

Kevin did not answer. His hand moved once, and Gito fell to the ground without a sound.

Gito's father, seeing his son killed, let out a heartbreaking scream. He ran toward Kevin with a face that had lost all reason. "You killed my son! I will destroy you! I have connections with high-ranking officials in the city! The police will come and arrest you! You will rot in prison!"

Kevin stared at him without expression. "The officials and police you boast of cannot help you now."

"You don't know who you're dealing with! Our family..."

A single movement of Kevin's hand stopped all those threats forever. Gito's father fell beside his son's body.

Gito's grandfather, still seated in the wheelchair, watched everything with wide eyes. His frail old body trembled like a leaf blown by the wind. For the first time in his long and wicked life, he felt genuine fear.

"You..." the old man whispered in a hoarse voice. "You are not human."

Kevin walked closer to him. "I have watched you for years. Every time you came to that cave begging for healing, I looked into your soul. And all I saw was darkness. You extorted the villagers. You seized their land. You destroyed the forest to enrich yourself. You thought gold and power could buy everything, including mercy from the heavens."

The old man opened his mouth, wanting to say something, wanting to threaten again with the names of officials and police who were his cronies. But no sound came out. He saw death in Kevin's eyes, and he knew that no power in this world could help him.

Kevin extended his hand, and everything ended.

After silence enveloped the yard of Wiro's house, now filled with lifeless bodies, Kevin stood still for several moments. He let out a long sigh, then turned back toward the house.

Wiro and his mother stood at the doorway with pale faces. Wiro's mother clutched her son's arm tightly, her legs barely able to support her body.

"It's safe now," Kevin said.

Wiro swallowed. He looked at the scene in his yard and felt a mixture of immense relief and fear. He was relieved that the threat of Gito's family was over. But he was also horrified by the power he had just witnessed.

Kevin then said to Wiro, "Gito's family has been plundering the wealth of the villagers all this time. Their house must be full of possessions that rightfully belong to the villagers. Tell all the villagers to go to Gito's family's house and take everything there. Distribute it evenly."

Wiro nodded. He immediately ran out and spread the news from house to house. In a short time, the news spread throughout the village. The villagers, who had lived under the grip of Gito's family, could not believe what they heard. But when they saw the reality for themselves, when they saw the bodies in Wiro's yard and heard Wiro's explanation that Gito's family would no longer threaten them, their fear slowly turned into relief, then into an irrepressible joy.

Dozens of people flocked to Gito's family's grand house that stood majestically at the edge of the village. They took everything there. Cash, jewelry, furniture, food supplies, livestock, even the land deeds that had been seized from them. Everything was divided fairly among the villagers.

Meanwhile, the villagers collectively buried the bodies of Gito, his father, his grandfather, and all their thugs in an empty plot of land at the edge of the forest. They worked in silence, and after they finished, they looked at one another and made an agreement without needing many words. Everything that happened today would be the village's secret. No one would speak of this to outsiders. Gito's family and their thugs would simply be considered to have disappeared.

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Kevin became the village hero after eradicating Gito and his family, bringing great happiness to the people who now divided the wealth evenly.

After the fierce battle that shook the small village on the slopes of Mount Lembean, Kevin stood tall amidst the ruins of Gito's grand house. His sturdy body, drenched in the blood of enemies, made the villagers gaze at him in awe. Gito, the cruel ruler who had oppressed them for years with his thugs, was now gone along with his entire family. Their bodies lay lifeless, and the treasure that had been hidden all this time—gold, jewelry, and cash—was found in a secret warehouse. The villagers, who had previously suffered hunger and extortion, immediately swarmed and divided it evenly. Laughter and cheers filled the air.

"They're all dead! Kevin has saved us!" exclaimed an old farmer while lifting a bag of gold.

The villagers grew even more jubilant. They saw Kevin not as an ordinary human, but as a savior deity who had descended from the mountain. His handsome face, looking like an 18-year-old youth, made the village women whisper among themselves full of admiration. 'He is like a war god from the old tales,' murmured one of them in her heart.

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That night, the village elders gathered at the village hall under torchlight. They deliberated at length, wanting to give something worthy as an expression of gratitude. Land? Livestock? Not enough. They agreed: a beautiful woman from the village, to be an eternal companion or at least to accompany the hero for a night.

Lastri, a widow who had been married and divorced four times, stepped forward confidently. Her body was still plump and attractive, her eyes sparkled as she recalled Kevin's handsomeness. "I am ready to be given to Kevin! I have liked him since I first saw him. Let me be the one to serve him," she said loudly.

The elders looked at one another, shaking their heads. The Village Chief, the most respected among them, spoke up. "That won't do, Lastri. Kevin is our savior deity. We cannot give him used goods. It must be one who is pure, who is chaste!"

Mr. Broto, a wealthy elder with vast fields, smiled proudly. "My daughter, Indah, is 19 years old. Still a virgin, beautiful and lovely, her skin smooth and golden. I am willing to give her to Kevin!"

The decision was met with applause.

Indah, a shy girl with long flowing hair, was summoned. Her face flushed upon hearing the decision, but she nodded obediently. 'Kevin... he is so gallant. Perhaps this is my destiny,' she thought to herself.

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Kevin, a martial arts master seven thousand years old with a face eternally that of an 18-year-old youth, had just emerged from the cave on Mount Lembean after a hundred years of seclusion. During that time, he had never touched a woman, restraining his desires for the sake of spiritual strength. Now, his thirst burned like a mountain's fire.

When Indah was brought to Kevin's simple room by the elders, the girl wore the finest silk kebaya, the fragrance of jasmine flowers enveloping her body.

Kevin stared at her hungrily; he had already been told by Wiro of the villagers' kind intentions.

Kevin's green eyes blazed. Without a word, he pulled Indah into his embrace. His lips immediately pressed against the girl's lips, a hot and urgent kiss like that of a prisoner freed after decades without seeing a woman.

Indah was startled but did not resist; her body went limp in that strong embrace. 'Oh... this feels like a dream,' she murmured inwardly as Kevin's hand crept gently along her waist.