Kill

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

Jeris was completely dazed by Ul's punch and couldn't recover for a long while.

The person who had once taught Jeris magic had told him that many factors could determine 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 faster.

But... he'd never said that fists could decide the victor, too!

Just as Jeris was regretting spending money to learn fake magic, another powerful punch suddenly slammed into his head, making it ring...

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

He'd finally caught the culprit. If Ul couldn't properly rough him up... uphold justice on behalf of heaven, how could he face himself—or the rich people whose treasures Jeris had stolen?

A flurry of heavy punches and kicks rained down on Jeris. The ferocious "onslaught" left him completely dazed in an instant...

Several seconds passed!

Finally!

The intense pain brought Jeris back to his senses. He groaned and struggled to raise a hand. "Wait... stop... please don't hit me anymore. I give up. I'll come with you."

At Jeris's words, Ul's hand paused for a brief moment.

Then!

Even more powerful punches flew toward Jeris...

"Ah... yamete... mm... ugh..."

The screams continued for a full five minutes.

At last.

Jeris's voice had gone hoarse. Only then did Ul stop, feeling thoroughly refreshed. He grabbed Jeris, whose face was swollen and bruised and who was on the verge of death, with no strength left to resist, and slung him over his shoulder like a sack, ready to leave...

But Ul had barely walked a few steps when, suddenly, a figure dropped right in front of him with a thud and crashed to the ground!

The sudden mishap made Ul tense up all over. After all, he hadn't forgotten where he was.

"Ah..."

A pained groan came from the figure who had just fallen to the ground.

Ul looked ahead.

A moment later!

He spotted a man with a massive sword wound across his chest. His injuries were severe, and he was completely unable to fight back.

And on the man's neck, the pitch-black guild mark of Devil's Fang stood out painfully.

Ul fell silent for two seconds.

Then.

He stepped forward.

Raised his foot.

Magic power gathered beneath his sole.

He brought it down with a smack.

There was a sharp crack.

The helpless man's neck twisted to one side, and he breathed his last.

The instant the man died, a surge of magic power flowed from his body into Ul. The sudden increase in strength brought an involuntary look of delight to Ul's face!

Jeris: "..."

Holy shit, he's a lunatic!

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

He'd only killed a complete stranger who was powerless to resist, yet he could actually smile. Was this guy a psychopath or a murderous maniac?!

Jeris trembled with fear.

Ul was still savoring the power that had flowed into him when he suddenly noticed Jeris trembling over his shoulder. His brow furrowed, and he slapped him unconscious.

"Mages sure are tough. He's already in this state, and he still has the strength to struggle?"

"Hmm!"

"Could he be pretending to be unconscious?"

Ul muttered to himself, glanced at Jeris over his shoulder, and decided that still wasn't safe enough. He slapped the back of Jeris's head again!

Only after seeing Jeris's head loll completely limp did he finally feel a little reassured.

Jeris: "...MMP!"

After dealing with Jeris, Ul turned his complicated gaze toward the man's corpse.

Ul had never killed anyone before!

But now that he actually had, he suddenly realized that killing someone wasn't as difficult as he'd imagined.

Before killing him!

He had hesitated. Before bringing his foot down, he'd even held back a little, but the man's injuries were too severe. Even with Ul holding back, he still took the man's last breath.

After the killing, Ul's mind had gone blank for a moment. His first thought had been, I'm going to prison!

But he quickly came to his senses!

He wasn't even on Earth anymore, so what the hell was the point of worrying about prison?

Once he understood that, Ul gradually calmed down.

As for the nausea and discomfort people said you felt after killing someone, he experienced none of that. He'd only delivered the finishing blow; it wasn't as if he'd dismembered the body. Why would he react that strongly?

Still, it wasn't as if he felt nothing at all...

After all, he'd killed someone!

So, here was the problem!

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

But he also knew perfectly well that staying here would be tantamount to suicide.

Was there any way to have the best of both worlds?

Waiting for answers online.

It was urgent.