"Who are you?" Bill asked, his tone dripping with hostility.
And then, all of the noble group noticed that the young man, or wolf man.
"Huh? Who am I? Of course, I’m a dead god!" Tyrone roared, glaring straight at Bill and his underlings.
Then, he suddenly turned his head toward the commoners and shouted in a warning voice.
"Get away from here! If you stay, they’ll kill us all. Move your feet!"
...
"Huh? Why? And what is that guy?" a commoner student asked in confusion.
"He’s right, whatever he is. We have to get out of here! These damn nobles won’t spare us if they kill Hector. I’m sure of it!" Freddie shouted in panic.
...
"Everyone, let’s go! Run for your lives!"
...
Cilve was stunned by the situation and shouted in anger.
"What the fuck! What nonsense are you saying? We have no intention of doing that. That’s a false accusation!"
However, Bill only scoffed at his words.
"You’re right! Now I’m gonna do exactly that. You want us to be criminals? Fine, we’ll be criminals anyway."
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"Surround them! Kill every last one of them! Don’t be afraid of the rules. As long as I’m here, I’ll protect you with my authority as a prince!"
With Bill’s protection, none of them hesitated any longer—only a murderous frenzy remained.
"Kill them!" a nearby noble shouted, lunging at a beautiful commoner girl with a twisted grin.
"I’ll rape you."
And then, a bunch of other nobles began to follow that perverted man’s lead.
"N-No..!" The beautiful girl collapsed in fear when she heard those words earlier.
In reality, if she had been caught by those guys, her fate would have been exactly that. At this moment, no rules could protect her—not even her classmates.
That was the fate of a commoner.
"Fuck! Do it if you dare, you little trash nobles!" Freddie shouted, stepping in front of the beautiful girl, ready to fight.
"Hahahahaha! Just a piece of shit—you’ve got no chance left!"
The perverted man laughed loudly as he shouted.
But then, streaks of red light suddenly flashed across them.
Half a second later—
The group of nobles stumbled and collapsed, a thin line of blood spilling from each neck. Heads were torn from their bodies, tumoring and rolling across the ground in a scene of pure horror.
The beautiful girl screamed, shrinking back. She clutched her head in panic, trembling uncontrollably.
Tyrone’s wolf form emerged before everyone, holding a bundle of severed heads in his clawed hands.
He turned to the girl and grimaced.
"What a kid you are. I guess all you’ve learned here is just showmanship, not real power."
He tossed the heads forward. They rolled until one stopped right at Bill’s feet.
"You’ve got an enhanced coin? That explains your power," Bill said, shaking his head.
"What a waste. You’re not worth it."
Tyrone frowned, a mocking smile curling on his lips.
"Well, you guys really look like the kind of trash I want to tear apart the most."
His voice turned cold.
"Bring her—and all your trash—out of here. Freddie."
Freddie grimaced when he heard that.
"It’s you."
He picked up the beautiful girl, who was still panicking, and muttered,
"Whatever... thanks."
***
The tense atmosphere wrapped around the place at that moment—it wasn’t just a normal duel anymore, but a fight to the death.
Tyrone stood tall in the middle of the training yard, surrounded by nobles on all sides.
He crossed his arms, scanning the crowd. Every now and then, he let out a howl like a true wolf. Maybe he was genuinely excited for this battle, even though he was still wearing the armor he’d just bought from Bam.
"Just a little commoner. You’ll never use that enhanced coin as well as me—a prince," Bill said with a smile, riding his pet.
"Be cautious. I think he’s one of Kevin’s partners," Cilve muttered nearby, his eyes fixed on Tyrone in assessment.
"We have to deal with him quickly. I’m guessing those commoners have already been reported to the instructors. They’ll be here soon. If they show up, we can’t do anything—might even get punished. But honestly, I’m not too worried. Worst case, they’ll just ban us from coming here again."
Bill smirked.
"Exactly. They’re nothing but prey and sacrifices for us—no more, no less. The instructors will always prioritize us over that trash."
He took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Kill him!"
The moment those words left his mouth, all the nobles rushed at Tyrone from every direction, leaving him no room to run or hide.
But Tyrone only bared his fangs in delight.
"What a bunch of idiots. Well... we’ll see soon enough."
A few seconds later, Tyrone still hadn’t moved. He stood motionless as they closed in, until only three meters separated him from the first attackers.
"You’re done!"
In a sudden motion, Tyrone pulled five small spheres from his storage system, his eyes wild with madness.
"Die!"
"That’s a Mana Bomb! Are you crazy?!" one of them yelled when he recognized the spheres, but it was already too late.
"Everyone, run now! We’ll die if we’re near him!"
A deafening blast ripped through the area, the shockwave echoing all the way to the nearby castles. No one knew if the nobles survived or not—but Tyrone did. Thanks to his enhanced coin, Rhythm’s Corruption, and Bam’s armor, he emerged alive.
***
In the treatment room, a young man with a pale face lay peacefully on a warm bed.
Beside him sat a girl with white cloud-like hair, wearing the academy’s standard uniform. She was reading a book while keeping an eye on the young man resting before her.
A sudden sound caught her attention. She slowly closed her book and turned her gaze toward the figure on the bed.
"Sigh... Why would my little lady get involved with someone like this? A commoner? He looks like a poor soul who could die at any moment."
Eric blinked as he studied Hector, her right amber eye revealing the mark of the Pauley Clan.