"Kuhuk-kuhuk! P-Please, don't kill me!"
Splash!
While I am stomping on the head of the Adventurers that I have just killed, the only survivor of the group, Eric looks at me pathetically as he lies on the ground in his bloodied state. I haven't touched him at all, but the beatings he got from his "friends" almost killed him.
Stabbing Rexorem into the ground, I command it to absorb all of the blood pooling on the ground. I walk toward Eric the sole survivor and kneel as I look at his swollen eyes.
"Do you know the only reason why you are not dead yet?" I ask.
"N-No…"
"Because you are on the ground. Among your group, you are the only one who knows your worth—no higher than pebbles."
"Please, don't kill me."
From the amount of Mana that he has, I can tell Eric is a new Adventurer. Among Adventurers, new guys like him are the sanest but also the most naïve.
