Might

Colossus State, a small town.

"This is absolutely awful. A rundown town, filthy roads, and these stupid, lowly, endlessly noisy mortals!"

A potbellied, greasy-faced middle-aged man held a handkerchief over his nose as he walked down the town's best central street.

Behind him followed a dark-skinned servant, whose face bore an expression of utmost humility and caution.

This fat middle-aged man was an Otherworldly User, and an Otherworldly User from the Eastern Continent who had fled his homeland.

Now he had fled again, escaping from elsewhere in Miken to Colossus State.

That was perfectly normal. Once running away became a habit, when danger came again, he would still choose to flee.

At the central intersection not far ahead of him, a young girl was singing. She sang a church hymn, melodious and beautiful.

Many townspeople stood by the roadside listening.

When the fat middle-aged man saw those townspeople, he snorted disdainfully through his nostrils.

He did not stop. Just as he was about to walk straight through the crowd, he suddenly halted.

He saw an acquaintance—another fugitive—walking over from the other end of the street.

It was a young man with a cold expression, silent as ever.

The fat man paused slightly. He wanted to take a detour, because he knew the young man's background.

But he quickly stopped again, because he saw that a townsman listening intently to the song had blocked the young man's path.

The middle-aged man's lips twitched slightly, and he fixed his gaze on the young man's footsteps.

Step by step, the sound was faint, but to the middle-aged man, it was the tolling of a death knell.

Death was coming for the one blocking his way.

More than a dozen steps later, the young man bumped into the townsman obstructing his path.

"Sorry, Eastern