Why the Hell Are You So Happy?!

"OOOOH...!"

After a brief period of stillness, the cursed spirits began moving again, letting out chilling roars as they pounced one after another at the boy standing in front of Riezel.

"Uh... classmate? Get back!"

Seeing this, the boy hurriedly called out to Riezel before breaking into a run and charging at the cursed spirits.

His movements did not resemble those of a seasoned wielder of supernatural power at all. If anything, he looked more like an ordinary person.

Ordinary only referred to his movements, not his physical capabilities.

Like a sprinter, the boy looked as though he was simply running as he charged at the enemy, his arms swinging and body leaning forward. Unlike everyone Riezel had encountered so far, whose charges looked more like flashes or soaring dashes, his movements felt remarkably down-to-earth.

Yet the boy's physical abilities were astonishing. With a single burst forward, he erased a distance of nearly ten meters in less than a second.

"Hah!"

The boy suddenly threw a punch. Even that punch looked nothing like the attack of a combatant, more like a street thug brawling in a gang fight, yet the force it unleashed was abnormally powerful.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the cursed spirit struck by the boy's fist flew away like a cannonball, smashing into a building wall and shattering it to pieces.

The remaining cursed spirits immediately surrounded the boy. Some swung blade-like arms, while others lashed out with their tongues, launching a coordinated assault in all manner of ways.

Faced with the assault, the boy still displayed overwhelmingly superior physical prowess. Sometimes he twisted aside, sometimes leaped high into the air, sometimes ducked into a slide, and sometimes rolled across the ground. Like a gymnast, he evaded every kind of attack with movements that could only be