In a random back alley…

SLAP

Javr’s head was flung to the side, his eyes wide in shock. He was kneeling, and his five friends were also in the same position behind him.

In front of them was a small duo of two guys. One of them, with jet-black hair and a large stature, was standing, while the one beside him, with dark, spiky gray hair, was sitting on another Hunter who was down on his hands and knees.

“Get out of my sight… you pathetic weakling,” the gray-haired young man sitting in front of Javr said in a low tone after slapping him.

A few seconds of silence ensued before Javr attempted to speak again, “Ajw wad ahntr.”

One of his friends quickly jumped in: “He’s trying to say that it wasn’t just any old new guy. It was… Tyr.”

The gray-haired young man’s eyes twitched slightly, his attention changing to the guy who had just spoken.

“Speak…” he said, allowing Javr’s friend to continue.

“We were wary, but we didn’t think he would be that strong.”

“What did he do? What was his power like?” The gray-haired young man’s eyes seemed to glow slightly as he heard more about this ‘Tyr.’

“Undescribable… we don’t know what happened,” another one of Javr’s accomplices said.

The next one chimed in, “Tyr quickly figured out Javr’s Ancestral Ability… but what happened after…”

“Tell me, damn it! Stop dawdling!” Gray-hair raised his voice, prompting one of Javr’s friends to bark:

“He bowed down!”

Gray-hair’s eyes narrowed, “What?”

“He suddenly just bowed down after being ordered to do so. We have no clue what happened… one moment, Javr was completely normal, and the next, he was on his hands and knees with his forehead pressed onto the floor.”

Another continued to explain: “Tyr grabbed him and broke all of his teeth before slashing his tongue out… thankfully, we rushed him to emergency care as soon as possible, or else he would have died of blood loss.”

The tall young man standing next to Gray-hair cast the sitting Hunter a glance.

Gray-hair leaned back slightly, looking up as though in thought. “Amazing… so he might be the real deal then, huh?” He smiled, seemingly unable to hold in his excitement.

He broke out into a small laugh, “I want to see that power… how frivolous and dominating it is. I want to see it… and crush it.”

“He…” one of Javr’s friends continued, “He also mentioned your name.”

Gray-hair raised a brow instinctively.

“Oh? So he heard about me somehow…” Gray-hair exclaimed, but the tall young man standing beside him quickly added:

“These fools probably paraded your name to Tyr in order to bluff.”

Javr’s friends looked down, unable to deny that accusation.

“So be it… at least now, he has some sort of respect for my reputation,” Gray-hair replied.

“Well… not quite,” Javr’s friend said. “We taunted him with your name, and he said—”

“Give me his exact quote,” Gray-hair said, his tone serious.

“W-what?” The young man before him stammered, stumbling over his words, “I-I mean it was… super disrespectful. I-I can’t possibly…”

“Just say it… or else I’ll cut your tongue out as well.” Gray-hair’s tone was cold.

Javr’s friend gulped. ‘He’s serious…’ He paused before speaking, “He said… ‘Crimson can suck my dick—'”

As soon as he said this, the tall Hunter beside Gray-hair moved.

SLAM

The guy who quoted Tyr caught a brunt blow with a hammer to the side of the head, smashing his skull as he was thrust several feet to the side—dragging across the pavement like a ragdoll.

“Watch your tongue…” Gray-hair, or rather, Crimson, stood up. His body was shaking slightly, his teeth clenched tightly.

Javr and his friends fell onto their bums as they pushed themselves away from Crimson.

The gray-haired young man growled: “Who the hell does he think he is? No one slanders my name and gets away with it…” He and the tall young man beside him left the alley.

The Hunter he was sitting on also got up and sprinted away in the opposite direction.

As the two turned a corner, Crimson exclaimed: “He’s made me really angry… but I’m excited, Kepl. I want to see how close he has come to being a conqueror of souls. One who looks at another and tears apart their resolve and determination in one move. I want to see how close he is to becoming a king.”

“I don’t think he’s far away,” Kepl answered. “His mind must be developed. It’s possible he didn’t even receive help from his continent to be where he is now.”

Crimson sucked in a mouthful of breath before letting it go: “Do you think I will win this time, Kepl?”

For a moment, there was silence.

“You are the strongest conqueror of mortals this peak has seen,” Kepl answered. “Everyone is under your feet… you’ve proven yourself time and time again.”

Crimson looked down, his face shadowed. “So… it’s going to be difficult then, huh?” he said, understanding what Kepl meant by all of that.

“Yes… extremely difficult,” Kepl replied.

***

Tyr checked his tech bracelet (band), hoping to find out what section he was in.

“Section C, huh? Looks like the only other ones are A and B.” A sparking message caught his attention at that moment, “C-c-closed!?” he exclaimed, realizing the canteen wasn’t open yet.

“I guess it’s only open in the morning before classes. Tsk!” He sucked his teeth, irritated.

With a grumbling stomach, he decided to head into the city to find some food.

***

“He’s a frightening bastard,” an orange-haired young man exclaimed, walking with two other guys.

“Yeah. I mean, there’s a reason why he’s the so-called ‘king’ of the Immortal Peak right now. Apart from the king of Section B, he’s running this branch like it’s a bakery and he’s got the hottest buns,” one of the other guys said, laughing slightly.

“It wasn’t a very useful conversation, but we had to attend it either way. Our section would get punished if we hadn’t done so,” another one said.

“Tsk.” Orange-hair was clearly annoyed. “That little bitch from this morning probably had more money that we could steal. Too bad we had to let him go.”

“What was his name? Suyo, right?”

“Meh… we will find him again. I think he’s in our section. It will be fun tonight in the canteen.”

…

The three turned a corner, and the orange-haired guy nearly bumped into another group of Hunters that looked to be coming from the opposite direction.

“Javr?” The orange-haired young man and his friends backed up. “From Crimson’s section…”

Javr and his friends backed up as well, wary.

“Race, huh?” one of Javr’s friends said, raising his guard.

“Back off… we already had the meeting with Crimson. There’s no need to fight… unless that’s what you want to do,” the orange-haired guy said, rubbing his fist.

Javr sighed as one of his friends spoke, “Listen, Race, we don’t want any trouble.”

At that moment, Orange-hair, addressed as ‘Race,’ noticed Javr’s mangled face.

“What the hell happened to you?” He raised a brow.

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