In a shadowy corner of an industrial city lies a warehouse, the secret hideout of a notorious gang. This cavernous place, filled with towering metal shelves and mysterious crates, hums with the constant whisper of menace. The lingering smell of oil and dust mixes with the echoes of distant machinery, hinting at concealed criminal activities.
Many men are inside the warehouse, on high alert. If anything suspicious happens, they are ready to attack and inform others.
Inside the warehouse, there's a young man looking at a woman hanging by a rope. She's fully clothed, wearing a tank top, shirt, and jeans that reach her ankles.
"Sir, I can't understand why we need to wait an hour. Even though that bitch gave us what we wanted, we're still going to make a live video, so why wait for an hour?" the young man asks his superior.
The superior looks big, his arms as large as a normal person's head. He says, "Go and try to take of that woman's clothes"
"Huh?"
"Go and remove her clothes and have your way with her. I give you permission," the superior commands.
"No, no, I can't do that," the young man replies, shaking his head.
"Why not? I'm giving you a chance. From our sources, we've learned that she's a lesbian; she might never have seen a man before. Doesn't it excite you to take the virginity of an S Class woman?"
The young man gulps but shakes his head. "No, no, I was just curious. That's why I asked; I have no intention of doing anything."
He's attracted to the woman. Her beauty and power alone fuel any man's desire to conquer her, and on top of that, if he got to be the first man of that woman, then who is going to say no, but the young man refuses.
"I'm giving you a last chance. Do you want to be her first or not?"
"I..." the young man hesitates but then shakes his head. "No, I don't."
The superior looks at him, clicking his tongue, and warns, "You saved your life. That woman's clothes are strange; if any man touches her, lightning strikes him. If the man is below A Rank, he will die. Even an S Rank could be injured. We need an SS Rank if we want to take her clothes off."
The young man trembles. If he agrees to his superior order and goes there and touches the woman, then... the young man's body gets cold just from thinking. He shakes his head and understands why his superior bring women on this mission. The woman is to carry this orange hair bitch to the hideout and that Purple Mist, aphrodisiacs.
The superior must use that so that bitch takes off her clothes on her own.
The young man looks at the orange-haired woman. He blinks his eyes and sees the woman disappearing, then he sees everything from up, like a bird looking down, and sees many men without a head.
"Aren't that my body? Why don't I have a head?" The young man speaks, and then darkness swallows him.
The most handsome and strongest human, flying in the air like a god, was looking down at these dead bodies. Only one person left, still with his head intact, peed his pants, seeing Raiden.
Raiden is holding Lisa in his arms, holding her in one hand, he stretches his other hand, and a black hole appears in Raiden's hand. All bodies without heads and heads without bodies are sucked into the black hole alongside all blood that is shed.
The warehouse became clean, and the man who peed himself lost his consciousness, Raiden with Lisa, and the man who lost his consciousness disappeared from this place.
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"Is that guy really your teacher?"
My aunt asks me, and for the tenth time, I say, "Yes, he is the world's strongest human, Raiden."
"Dev," my aunt looks at me seriously and says, "I think you should change classes. That guy has been coming here for the past ten years, losing everything, and going back without clothes. I doubt he's going to be a good influence."
"Don't worry, as you said, I will never gamble," I assure her.
"It's not just about that, but..." My aunt sighs, "That guy is doing all of that just to sleep with Lisa for a night. Do you think such a person will be a good influence?"
"Don't worry; I won't do such a thing to sleep with a woman," I tell her. Although I didn't think my aunt would be frank enough to talk about such things with me, I have to alleviate her worries about me.
My aunt shakes her head and sighs.
My aunt and I are sitting on the bench, and it's been one minute since my teacher disappeared.
I blink my eyes, and I see my teacher, and in his arms is a beautiful orange-haired woman.
"Lisa!"
My aunt rushes over, and my teacher hands Lisa to my aunt as he looks at Lisa with concerned eyes.
If I hadn't interfered today, then Lisa might have been raped, and a video of that might have spread across the world.
If such a thing had happened, then Lisa might have killed herself, and if that had happened, Raiden, my teacher whose sole goal is to get into Lisa's pants, would disappear. Then he would have no reason to go to the casino.
That's how he quit gambling, but because of me, he might continue to gamble away all his possessions.
I changed my teacher's fate.