Kill

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

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Jeris was completely dazed by Ul's punch, taking a long while to snap out of it.

The person who once taught Jeris magic had told him that many factors could influence the outcome of a battle between Mages—such as Magic Power, Mental Power, casting speed, or who could find the weakness in the other's magic first.

But... he had never once said that fists could decide the outcome either!

Just as Jeris was regretting spending his money on fake magic, suddenly, another powerful fist slammed into his head, making his brain buzz with ringing...

Whether Jeris regretted it or not made no difference to Ul.

After all, having finally caught this culprit, if Ul couldn't properly vent his wrath... and carry out justice, how could he face himself and the wealthy man whose treasure had been stolen by him!

All kinds of heavy punches and kicks rained down on Jeris like a storm, the ferocious "assault" instantly stunning him...

A full several seconds passed!

Finally!

The intense pain jolted Jeris back to his senses. Wailing, he struggled to extend one hand and shouted, "Wait... stop... don't hit me anymore, I surrender, I'll go with you."

Upon hearing this, Ul's movements paused for a split second.

Then!

An even stronger fist flew toward Jeris...

"Ah... yamete... mm... woo..."

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The screams lasted a full five minutes.

In the end.

Jeris's throat was already hoarse from shouting. Only then did Ul stop, refreshed and invigorated. He grabbed Jeris—bruised, battered, barely breathing, and completely devoid of any will to resist—and slung him over his shoulder like a sack, ready to leave the place...

But Ul hadn't taken more than a few steps when, suddenly, thump, a figure dropped down right in front of him, crashing hard onto the ground!

The sudden surprise instantly tensed Ul's entire body—after all, he hadn't forgotten where he was right now.

"Ah..."

A pained groan came from the source—the figure that had just fallen to the ground.

Ul looked forward.

Soon!

A man appeared in Ul's sight, with a massive sword wound across his chest, injuries severe, and completely powerless to resist.

And on the man's neck, a pitch-black "Devil's Fang" guild emblem stood out glaringly.

Ul was silent for two seconds.

Then.

He stepped forward.

Lifted his foot.

Infused Magic Power into his sole.

Squelch—one stomp.

A crack sounded.

The man lying on the ground, powerless to resist, had his neck twisted to the side, completely lifeless.

And the moment the man died, a surge of Magic Power suddenly flowed from his body into Ul's, the abruptly increased strength making a hint of pleasure involuntarily appear on Ul's face!

Jeris: "..."

Holy shit, a psycho!

Ul's action nearly scared the piss out of Jeris.

Just killing a complete stranger who had no way to fight back—and yet this guy could actually smile? That wasn't just a freak, that was a murderous maniac!

Jeris trembled in fear.

Ul had been savoring the power flowing into him when he suddenly noticed Jeris on his shoulder starting to shake. Frowning, he slapped him unconscious with a single backhand.

"A Mage's body sure can take a beating—even like this, he still has the strength to resist?"

"Hmm!"

"This guy isn't faking being unconscious, is he?"

Ul muttered to himself, glanced at Jeris on his shoulder, and feeling it still wasn't safe enough, he slapped the back of Jeris's head again!

Only after seeing Jeris's head hang completely limp did he finally relax a little.

Jeris: "...MMP!"

Having dealt with Jeris, Ul turned his gaze, now complicated, to the male corpse on the ground.

Ul had never killed anyone before!

But now that he had actually killed, he suddenly realized that killing wasn't as hard as he had imagined.

Before the kill!

He had hesitated, even held back a few degrees of force when he struck—no, when he kicked—but unfortunately, the man's injuries were too severe. Even with the restraint, Ul still snuffed out his last breath.

After the kill, Ul's mind went blank for a moment. His first thought was, "I'm going to jail!"

But soon!

He snapped out of it.

He himself wasn't even an Earthling anymore. What jail was there to speak of?

Once he figured that out, Ul gradually recovered.

As for the symptoms others had talked about—vomiting, nausea, and the like—he had none of them. After all, he had only delivered a finishing blow, not dismembered the body. There wasn't that much to react to.

Still, to say he felt nothing at all would be a lie...

After all, he had killed a man!

So now the question was!

After killing this man, Ul suddenly felt he didn't want to leave this place!

Yet he knew full well that staying here was pure suicide.

Was there any perfect solution that covered both sides?

Waiting online.

Pretty urgent.