"Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down?!"
The Bald Strongman counted out the shocking scars across his granite-hard body one by one.
First were the three scars that ran across his entire chest, bulging high like mountain ranges, as though they had nearly torn his rib cage apart.
"These were left by a Screaming Falcon during the Red River Battle. That flat-feathered beast dove from more than seven hundred meters in the air and clawed my heart right out of my chest. I saw it with my own eyes—my heart was flopping around like a Fathead Fish thrown onto the ground!"
Next was the penetrating wound in his abdomen, as though a monster's horn or tusk had pierced straight through him, impaling his spleen or kidney along the way.
"This one was a souvenir from defending Double Dragon Mine, fighting the beast tide that blotted out the sky and covered the earth for three days and three nights!
"Eight brothers went into that battle. Seven died. Only I crawled out of the pile of corpses, clutching the intestines spilling from my belly. Only me!"
Then came his eye.
"This was the price we paid after charging three hundred and eighty li and finally hunting down a Level Six Hell Beast, a Blood-Nose Tyrant Mammoth. That's right, you heard correctly. All of you heard correctly. I once slew a Tyrant Mammoth with my own hands—a king among mammoths!"
The Bald Strongman tore off his steel eyepatch.
Beneath it was a pitch-black hollow.
He wore no mechanical prosthetic eye.
Yet deep within that hollow, the fire of his soul blazed fiercely, surging forth as another form of incomparably sharp "gaze."
"I have bled for Dragon City! I have been wounded for humanity!"
A scarlet gleam also stained the Bald Strongman's