Tyr rubbed his foot, digging Tearch’s face into the ground some more.

A few surprised laughs and dramatic noises of astonishment sounded from the crowd of people behind Tyr standing outside of their vehicles.

“Haha… hahaha! Look at that! He just stomped on his head!”

“What!? Where? Let me see!”

“What the hell am I looking at?”

“Did that bastard willingly oblige to that!?”

Hanzo furrowed his brows, ‘That was the same look on the Polaris Tiger’s eyes before Tyr tamed it somehow… just what is that ability?’ He questioned, impressed.

The other bandits were at a loss, their eyes as wide as planets and their jaws gaped to the floor.

“H-hey… this guy. He kind of resembles the brat who took down Bilweif.”

“W-what?”

“Wait a minute…”

A few bandits exclaimed, their eyes dancing in realization as they slowly began to back up.

“Ack! Argh!” Tearch got back to his senses, spitting out the dirt in his mouth as he slid his head out below Tyr’s feet.

“Boss! This guy! He’s the guy in the wanted poster!” A bandit yelled at that moment.

“What?” Tearch questioned, turning slightly in confusion.

“The one we saw in Seris! In the black market!” Another one yelled.

“Errgg…” Tearch slowly turned to face Tyr, wiping the dirt off of his lips, “I don’t care. I don’t care about any of that… I will torture this son of a bitch to death if its the last thing I do.” His eyes were lowered and seething with hatred as he slowly got onto his knees and began to stand.

“Oh? Where did your accent go? Were you faking it this whole time?” Tyr questioned with a smug look on his face.

“Shut up!” Tearch screamed, “I’ll teach you today why they call me king of the south!” He nearly rose to his feet.

The bandits behind him were in slight awe at those words, their hopes having risen. That was the reason why they joined his brigade in the first place. According to Tearch, he had a fearsome background.

“Oh?” Tyr exclaimed, ‘Hypnosis.’ He said again as the fat bandit froze before getting fully up to his feet.

‘I wonder what else is fake on this guy.’ Tyr mused, grabbing the bandit’s hair and roughly pulling on it.

Out of nowhere, it all came off as a wig, revealing the fat bandit bald head that glimmered in the sunlight.

“Just like I thought. I knew it looked fake…” Tyr was used to seeing fake wigs all the time where he used to work back on Earth.

The bandits around the fatty gasped in shock and almost horror at what they were seeing.

“W-what the hell?”

“He’s bald?”

“Who is this guy?”

They began to doubt. The onlookers from afar were simply dying of laughter. Even Hanzo couldn’t controll himself, bursting out into a whole-hearted laugh as he clutched his stomach.

“PAHAHAH!”

“You mother fucker!” Tearch screamed out of nowhere, staring at Tyr as he lunged at the boy.

‘Hypnosis. When will this guy learn?’ He thought to himself, unimpressed at the stupidity.

Tearch froze again. Tyr exhaled some breath, clenching his jaw. He reached for his spear.

‘Now for the harder part…’

As the bandits looked in awe and confusion, and the crowd was dying of amusement, Tyr swung his spear across the fat bandit’s face.

It cut through like butter, cleaving half of the man’s face swiftly. The upper half slowly slid off before dropping to the floor–revealing his bloody face cavities and half of his still-moving brain.

‘Kill bad guys… get EXP.’ Tyr said to himself as Tearch’s body slumped down onto the floor. He cleaned his blade on the clothing of the man before sheathing it behind his back.

[You have slain Tippy Ballsack (Apprentice Rank Human).]

[You leveled up!]

‘Jeez… he faked his name too? Fair enough though… I would have done the same if my parents named me that.’ Tyr turned, walking away from the rest of the bandits.

[Strength: 33–>34]

[Speed: 28–>29]

He patted the sole bandit out on the path on the shoulder–causing the scrawny guy to stumble forward–his eyes locking onto the fat bandit in shock.

Tyr got back on top of Rudra, “Hanzo! Let’s go on first.”

The onlookers stared at the young man addressed as ‘Hanzo.’

Hanzo looked back at the crowd: “Are you all going to try to stop us?” He asked, not wanting to bother himself with it.

“Stop you? Hell, cut the line all you want!”

“Dude! That was a hell of a show!”

Multiple people came up closer to Tyr.

“Who are you?”

“Thanks for stopping that motherfucker… he was getting out of hand.”

“What’s your name? I gotta remember it.”

…

Tyr couldn’t help but feel a weird tickle deep inside his stomach. It made him smile as if he was actually getting tickled.

The feeling was short but addictive.

“My name huh? Its Tyr.” The boy riding the large tiger exclaimed.

“Tyr? That’s it?”

“Whats your full name!”

‘Full name huh? Tyr Evolion Thalonis… giving them the whole spiel will probably be too melodramatic.’

“Tyr… Evolion. My name is Tyr Evolion.”

“Tyr Evolion…”

“I see, thank you again!”

“Tyr…”

“Tyr.”

“Tyr…”

Several murmurs spread through the crowd.

“Evolion huh?” Hanzo exclaimed, “Even I didn’t know that. I’ve just called you Tyr for so long I don’t even know your full name.”

“Haha… right,” Tyr exclaimed, turning Rudra around.

‘Master, why didn’t you give them your full name?’ Rudra inquired at that moment, curious.

‘Oh… I don’t know. I just didn’t feel like it I guess. But, who cares. It’s not like it matters. Whatever name I have, I’ll make it so that whenever someone hears it, they are impressed!’

After a minute or so, Ultimatum’s futuristic car arrived to the front of the line. After Cyllia got inside of it, Rudra and Hanzo led the vehicle through the bandits–who were mostly disbanded by now–and toward Mycelia.

After getting past the guards at the small wooden-spike wall entrance, they were met with an incredible scene.

This place really was like no other. Situated deep within a dense forest, it thrived beneath the canopy of ancient mushrooms, hidden from the prying eyes of the outside world. The entire city was an intricate network of fungi, from the smallest toadstools to towering mushrooms that resembled trees themselves.

The ground was carpeted in a thick layer of moss and fungi, creating a soft, springy surface to walk on.

Glowing bioluminescent mushrooms dotted the landscape, casting an ethereal light that illuminated the city in a perpetual twilight.

The air was thick with the earthy scent of mushrooms and the faint, sweet aroma of decomposing wood.

Mushroom houses of various shapes and sizes formed the residential areas, their walls made from sturdy fungal stems and their roofs covered in colorful caps. Some homes were built into the sides of giant mushrooms, while others sprouted directly from the ground.

As Tyr looked around, he noticed the inhabitants of the city: Moosh’s. He had seen them before as well, of course, but never in such a dense capacity. This was the capital of Mycopolis, after all.

At first glance, they were a diverse group of mushroom folk, ranging from tiny, sprightly toadstool sprites to tall, wise myconids. They resembled humans for the most part, except their hair was made of mushrooms and their skin was light blue, green, or purple–with various darker colored spots on them sometimes.

Their skin was sometimes also undiscernible from human skin, except they were of course made of fungi.

They also had small mushrooms growing on their elbows and shoulders.

After moving through the city on foot for a few minutes, Tyr and the others encountered a bustling town center revolving around a single enormous mushroom.

The place was packed with humans, moosh’s, and also other unique species that Tyr had never seen before.

At the heart of it all, however, was a single establishment buzzing with the most people that had a sign over its entrance:

“Centerguard Hunter’s Guild.”

On arriving a few feet away from the building’s entrance, Tyr sucked in a deep breath and took a large step forward…

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