[Allen's POV]
What is love?
A question that many people ask themselves at different stages of life.
Some may say it's a deep feeling; some may say it's action or behaviour, understanding and empathy, or acceptance and forgiveness.
All in all, these things were the consequences of strong emotions towards anything one desired.
However, if anyone had asked me what love really was at this moment,
"We love you, young Master Allen Liquidator!"
'Love my ass!'
"Aye! We really do love you!"
'Yeah, fuck me then!'
Love is FRAUD.
Love is a sweet, honeyed trap.
I heard many such crazy bastards shout; these folks who were chasing me from all directions were fanatically expressing their deep love for me.
But was it really love?
"Young master, you are our role model!"
What? Role model? Who? Me? Fuck you, bastards!
"So just wait for a moment, young master, and stand still, and let us help you reach your destination."
What destination?
The destinations both of us were thinking about were worlds apart; in fact, 180 degrees wasn't even enough to tell how different they were.
If anyone had heard this sentence that dripped with goodwill, then their hearts would have melted from kindness, but if they had heard the tone of the voice, then they would have begged to differ.
Vicious.
Extremely Vicious.
DownRightExtremlyFucked Vicious.
The level of viciousness oozing from their voices and the malice humoured in their actions were just DownRightExtremlyFucked.
So back to square one.
Why did these people who chased me use such lovey-dovey words?
Heck, how would I know?
Such crazy and menacing words from the individuals who were chasing me—I wouldn't even want to know even if I could interview them.
"Young Master, this is not fair! It's too big!" A seductive cream pie voice reached my ears.
"..."
"..."
"Hahaha! Hahaha!" A wild laugh erupted from my mouth.
I turned my head to the side and saw a woman with a voluptuous figure, with all the proportions more than extra; she was the one who had shouted in such a seductive cream-pie voice and was raising her hands to hold or fend off a huge building.
A falling, cleanly cut building of roughly 30 meters in size.
However, she wasn't the only one below that falling building. There were men too, but yeah, they weren't visible when she was there. It's like this: between all the straight lines, that curved line took my visibility first.
Back to the topic
The falling building—the word huge wasn't appropriate for them.
My laughter turned into a snicker, and I yelled, "Hate to break it to you, bitch, but that's a goddamn gigantic building."
It had been roughly ten minutes when people started chasing me from the building that I had half cleanly cut. That building was a well-known hotel for VIP customers, and it was massively favoured by the Duke of this estate, whose forbidden fruit daughter was tasted by Allen Liquidator.
Not me.
These VIP customers were nobles, merchants, knights, and different high-class aristocrats.
Apparently, even though this world was in the Modern era, filled with technologies, its nations followed different ruling systems. It could be the monarchy, the oligarchy, the republic, authoritarianism, anarchy, or federalism.
What about democracy?
It didn't even exist on Earth, so how could it be here? Even if it were in some nations, I was certain that it would be only in names, just like on Earth. Though we had democracy, it was only in name.
The nation to which Allen Liquidator belonged and where I was currently being chased my ass off, his home nation, was named Felioria.
It was a nation ruled by a monarch. It was a kingdom following the monarchy's ruling system, but not just a simple monarchy system but an elective monarchy system.
An elective monarchy system, in which monarchs were elected to their positions rather than inheriting them. There was a committee of nobles that voted and elected the new monarch of the kingdom.
The people chasing after me—some of these individuals were just normal individuals with no 'power.'
What 'power?'
That word 'power' was still uncertain, and Sia didn't have a clear understanding of their strength.
All this information that I was able to learn was because of Sia going through Allen Liquidator's memories and providing me with information, even though her tone was cold as fuck.
So for all this information, the credit goes to Sia.
Even though this world didn't have qi, if it had, I would have been able to cultivate it. However, because this world didn't have qi, mana, or spiritual energy, the people in it used 'special' energy to become strong.
That special energy, Allen Liquidator, was not privy to such knowledge.
The kingdom was very strict in its conduct, and knowledge about 'special energy' usage was granted to those who had the potential.
The individuals chasing after me were normal people, not some individuals who had 'power'.
The individuals who had the 'power' were one in a thousand.
There were individuals who were using technologies such as jet packs.
A Real jet pack was attached to their back and letting them levitate from the ground to some extent and chase me. These jet packs looked the same as the certain jet pack that popped on a certain character's shoulders with the cheat code 'ROCKETMAN.' If you know it, you get it.
The people who used technology to chase me were not limited to jet packs. There were individuals who were supposedly wearing magnetic skates; some used magnetic or electric skateboards, while some were on magnetic bikes.
Why magnetic?
These magnetic instruments were all elevated to some extent from the ground and used the magnetic concept to do it.
All this information was in Allen Liquidator's brain.
The kingdom of Felioria was extensively developed in the use of magnetic transport.
The cleanly cut, the roughly 50-meter building was falling on the voluptuous figure of the woman and several men too.
The smirk on my face vanished as they took action.
All of them, as if in sync, suddenly pressed the watches on both of their wrists.
'Fuck technology!!!' I screamed internally as the scene unfolded in front of me.
The watches, as if shifting their gears differently, began to emit a deep ocean blue light, and the watch's metal began liquifying, and the liquifying metal began crawling on the back of their palm, then in front, and then towards their fingers.
The shadow of the humongous building was getting denser and denser by the second.
The voluptuous woman looked me straight in the eyes.
'What the fuck?!' My thoughts were a bit jumbled as I gazed at her.
On her beautiful face, about her left eyebrow, on the left side of her forehead, a number was steadily materializing at the same speed as the watch was liquifying and morphing into something.
'VI'
It was number six.
"Don't stare at me with those horny eyes, young master." As I was watching and attempting to discern the significance of the sudden appearance of the number, I heard the voice of the voluptuous woman.
Her voice still sounded the same, but not her actions.
Goosebumps.
I was getting goosebumps all over my body and even the groin regions, even though it was pretty roughed up.
Why not?
The watches liquified while emitting deep ocean blue light and morphed into gloves.
The change of watches to gloves and the appearance of a number on the left side of the forehead happened not only to the voluptuous woman but to all the men that followed her.
The watches in their hands morphed into gloves that emitted an orange hue. The build of the gloves looked destructive; it appeared they could annihilate anything in their wake.
And as if to prove my conclusions were spot on, the voluptuous woman and all the men behind her, in sync, moved their hands with lightning speed towards the falling building.
The dense and thicker shadows of buildings were long embedded in their existence, and now the building itself reached for them, and it looked as if no resistance could block it.
However, their gloved hands, raised upward with explosive swiftness, were extending upward to become the ultimate resistance to the massive building.
The building with its hard and thick concrete walls and its sturdy Gothic architecture, roughly fifty meters in size, collided with the gloved fists of the voluptuous woman and all the men beside her.
Boom! Voom! Boom! Voom!
Loud explosions of breaking of the sturdy and robust walls of the building resounded in the surroundings, and as if it were not enough, dust and debris covered the area.
The force of the woman's blows, combined with her swiftness, caused the building to tremble and shake. The sheer power behind each punch was undeniable, as the walls crumbled under the relentless assault.
Ah, and men were helping her too.
All these actions happened in a few seconds, and I continued my running.
My situation was becoming more and more clear to me.
'My strength is only level one, and there's, well, at least against me, it's 25+.'