The monsters were rushing forward. Anon, who was born with the power of "Tikno Dristikon," could see them clearly from afar. There were about 500 monster pigs, and three of them were C-rank monsters. Though these creatures lacked any special abilities, their sheer numbers could overwhelm and exhaust any fighter.
Anon thought to himself, "Strength alone won't be enough here."
Just then, Aris finished his spell. A flaming phoenix flew toward the monsters, and as they started backing away from the fiery bird, Anon seized the moment. He grabbed a large stone and hurled it, crushing 15 monsters in one blow.
Even though he wasn't born with magic, Anon had developed monstrous physical abilities. His speed and strength resembled that of Saitama.
"Come on, pig babies!" he shouted, rushing toward the monsters like a madman. He slashed through them relentlessly, a thirst for battle gleaming in his eyes. Each strike of his sword was followed by a shift in his position. Green monster blood sprayed across his body, covering him from head to toe.
After a while, he paused to catch his breath. He looked back at the remaining monsters with a smirk, laughing as he taunted, "Hey, let's play some more."
The monsters recoiled in fear, shivering at the sight of him. "Is that really Anon?" Aris turned to Norman with a hint of disbelief.
"Ah, there's something you should know," Norman replied. "When Anon was around nine, he and his mother were trapped by a Tier-2 Exlar. At the time, his mother was pregnant. Most of the people with them ran away, and the ones who stayed… they didn't make it."
Revna chimed in, "kno rescue tema poucayni?
Norman nodded solemnly. "When the rescue team arrived, they were stunned. Blood was everywhere, flooding the road. And there stood a young boy, drenched in blood, standing over the Exlar. His eyes… they looked lifeless."
Norman paused, glancing at Anon, who was lost in his frenzy. "Should we lend him a hand?"
Revna nodded. "Yeah, let's join the execution."
Norman called out to Anon, who was madly slashing his way through the monsters, but no matter how many times he called, Anon couldn't hear him.
So, Norman cast a water spell, dumping a large amount of water over Anon's head, snapping him back to his senses. Anon's face returned to normal.
Norman gave Anon a firm pat on the shoulder and said, "Hey, what's gotten into you? Look around, man! You're not a hunter; you're a soldier!" Norman shook his head, laughing as he corrected Anon's posture.
4o
Anon gose to safe area where aris was . aris
I will take revenge for this just rember in my minds,
After 5 minutes
There was a terrible sound, like the ground shaking. Suddenly, three donkeys came rushing out of the cave, screaming
Then I saw clearly that they were not alone; behind them was a Pig Lord. He was rushing toward them with a huge sword in his massive hand
"anon help"
I can't think of anything; I just rushed towards it, made a big sword, and jumped into the air. All I could think was that if I fight against stronger opponents, I can become the strongest
But then the Pig Lord's body and arm were cut off; I couldn't do anything before that.
"Hey, brat! Shouldn't you check who you are about to fight before engaging?"
"Instructor Sion...."
Barely finished his sentence before a swift, heavy blow landed on his head.
"You dumbass ! How can you be so reckless? And what the hell are you even doing here?"
The instructor's eyes blazed with fury, his face darkening with anger.
"This dungeon was supposed to be a practical exam for the third years only."
Anon tried to play it off, scratching the back of his head.
"We just came to check if it's safe enough for the seniors, that's all,"
He chuckled nervously.
Instructor face turned even darker, his frustration almost palpable. Just then, a voice chimed in from behind.
"Hey, Anon, did you handle this mess? How annoying,"
Noaman muttered, adjusting his cosmic glasses with a bored expression. But he froze as he noticed the instructor's furious glare.
"Ugh, if that idiot would just cast his spell without messing up, I could've easily killed that monster myself!"
Saint Revna added, casually fixing her hair, still oblivious to the instructor's mounting rage.
His patience snapped. With the ferocity of a mad bull, he charged toward them.
Revna edged away.
"Uh... I think I'd better head home. Bye, guys!"
As she turned to leave, instructor hand landed firmly on her shoulder, freezing her in place. She looked back, a mix of fear and regret in her eyes.
The look in Instructor Sion's eyes said it all: if Revna took one more step, she was as good as dead. Gulping, Revna replied,
"Okay, sir."
Then, all four of them were given a thorough beating by the instructor.
...
"Hey, did you manage to kill that creature?"
Noaman asked, adjusting his broken cosmic glasses.
"No, the instructor took it down before I could,"
Anon replied.
"I'll get my chance someday—I'll burn that thing to ashes,"
Aris muttered, barely able to move.
"Why don't you first learn how to use magic properly, you hopeless fool!"
Revna taunted him.
"Who are you calling hopeless? One day, I'll become such a great flame user that everyone will be in awe!"
Aris retorted, waving his hands.
"You all want another beating?"
The instructor's voice cut through their chatter, and they all fell silent. Without another word, he dragged them straight to the headmaster's office, where they finally stopped talking.
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Scene: Outside the Principal's Office
"Alright, you all sit here quietly with your hands up. I'll be back after speaking with the principal," Instructor Sion ordered.
They all nodded in agreement, signaling that they understood, not daring to make a sound. With a warning glare, the instructor reminded them that anyone who made a noise would be in serious trouble. Then, he disappeared into the principal's office.
"Finally, a moment to breathe," Anon sighed, slumping halfway in his seat.
"I thought he was going to break every bone in my body," Revna muttered, rubbing her back.
"Hey, hands up, you bunch of fools," she hissed at the group. "If he sees you relaxing, you'll be stuck in bed for a few more days."
"Come on, just chill, Revna," one of them replied, leaning back against the wall.
Suddenly, the sound of the door opening echoed through the hallway, making them all snap back into position.
"Hey, Anon, the principal's calling for you," the instructor announced, his face showing clear dissatisfaction.
"Alright, let's see what this is about," Anon muttered to himself, feeling a twinge of dread.
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