The Fierce General Brother Wandering the Streets

Sphinx Street is a notoriously chaotic thoroughfare in New Dar City.

It is packed with all manner of low-end taverns, casinos, dance halls, and pool halls.

The street thugs and gangs that inevitably sprout around such establishments are numerous, and as a result, violent incidents occur here almost every night.

Take this moment, for instance: the floor-to-ceiling window of a pool hall has been smashed from the inside, and a battered, blood-soaked figure has tumbled out.

Immediately following, a burly figure stepped out through the shattered window.

This figure stood nearly two meters tall. As he stepped down, he crushed a piece of rough wooden window frame scattered on the ground, indicating he was quite heavy. Yet, looking at his build, he wasn't bloated; he was the type to be brawny and robust, his mere physique radiating a sense of oppression.

With one foot pinning the struggling, wretched figure to the ground, the vibrant street lights illuminated the face of this fierce warrior. His features were rugged and sharp, with large eyes and thick brows; at a glance, he looked somewhat menacing, but upon closer inspection, one could also sense a heroic air.

Ignoring the street brawl that had yet to conclude inside the pool hall behind him, the fierce warrior sat his backside directly onto the unfortunate fellow after pinning him down.

The impact nearly forced the poor guy to cough up another mouthful of blood.

Seeing the wretch beneath him pass out with a roll of his eyes, the fierce warrior didn't care. He casually picked up a newspaper someone had discarded on the ground and, ignoring the stains on it, opened it up to read.

<Sodis Rebel Army routed, Imperial westward expansion achieves success once again!>

<Imperial capital opens unknown World-Crossing Gate again; vanguard wiped out; gate expected to be forced shut in three days.>

<Vandir City suffers a series of horrific cannibalism cases; suspected to be related to a runaway World-Crossing Gate that opened suddenly half a year ago.>

"This world is truly getting more chaotic by the day," Bane said, shaking his head with a touch of sentiment.

Bane, that is the name of this fierce warrior. He is not a local, but someone who inexplicably transmigrated into this world two weeks ago.

Every time he recalls the situation back then, he feels incredibly frustrated.

In his original world, he was living the high life, thanks to his handsome face, humorous personality, and a few special talents.

Not long ago, he had even managed to win over his young, wealthy, fit, and beautiful landlady.

Just as he was about to move into her grand villa for free and had already envisioned his future, he opened his eyes from the landlady's "approachable" embrace only to find himself transformed into a fierce warrior roaming the streets.

Although the fierce warrior's physical condition was quite satisfactory, who could handle the drop from living in a grand villa to being a street thug?

Therefore, he felt his transmigration situation was far from ideal.

Fortunately, Bane's mental fortitude was decent, and he had now come to accept this reality.

The original owner of this brawny body seemed to have died in a chaotic street fight; there was even a scar behind his ear that hadn't fully healed yet.

The original owner was no ordinary person, but one of the special individuals possessing supernatural abilities, registered by the Imperial Special Abilities Administration as an 'E-rank' ability user.

The ability was physical enhancement.

Simply put, his physical fitness far exceeded that of an ordinary person; his strength, muscle density, bone density, and so on were all beyond the standard level.

That's right, the fierce warrior was a genuine talent!

However, even so, it only counted as E-rank. The Empire has inherited a thousand years of history, and the number of E-rank ability users that have appeared during that time is countless. They aren't exactly everywhere, but you could always find a few every two blocks. They aren't rare, especially in recent years. The World-Crossing Gate, which appears randomly across the world and has yet to be explained, has brought unimaginable changes to the Empire. All sorts of strange powers from other worlds have begun to impact and alter the old order!

Therefore, even though the fierce warrior was an ability user, he wasn't considered a major player. This common ability only earned him the status of a gang leader on the streets.

"As expected, my transmigration situation is not ideal," Bane thought, mocking himself.

In the ten minutes or so that passed, the chaos in the pool hall behind him gradually subsided.

Soon, a subordinate who wasn't particularly strong but had a vicious aura walked out with a group of lackeys, dragging a man who had been beaten beyond recognition and was covered in blood.

"Boss, the debt has been collected."

Following this report, a sensible lackey handed over a paper bag filled with cash.

Bane took it casually without counting, looked back at the shattered pool hall, where people were lying in heaps.

Unbothered by the scene, Bane patted the head of the man being dragged, sneered, and said, "On Sphinx Street, no one gets to owe me money. Did you think that by finding a bunch of trash from somewhere, you'd be qualified to tell me you aren't paying?"

A moment later, receiving no response, Bane felt he was losing face.

Just as he was about to give this guy a little more color to look at, he seemed to remember something. He reached out to touch the man's nose, waited a moment, and then cursed with bad luck: "I told you to go easy on him, didn't I? You beat him to death! If word gets out, people will think I'm some cold-blooded killer!"

The lackeys seemed a bit surprised, but a moment later, one said indifferently, "Boss, this is New Dar. It's just one dead person; nobody will care."

"That was before. The newspaper says the Empire has routed the Sodis Rebel Army and the westward expansion has achieved new success. Next, the Empire will surely continue to take root on the front lines. New Dar won't be the front line anymore; it will become a supply station. Order will inevitably be rebuilt, and there won't be such a loose environment for us gang members in the future," Bane said, shaking his head.

But once he finished speaking, he felt it was pointless; even if he told these people, they might not understand.

He didn't bother explaining further, pulled two bundles of cash from the paper bag, and picked a lackey he didn't particularly like. "This life is on you. Take twenty thousand, go run away. If the money isn't enough, go ask for it on the street. Come back when the heat dies down."

Running away to avoid the limelight was a daily routine for street thugs in New Dar. After all, the local investigation bureau was just so-so; if a case dragged on for ten days or half a month without progress, no one would care anymore, and they could just come back then.

It was even questionable whether anyone would report such street brawls, so the lackey might just get twenty thousand for free.

Thus, the lackey happily took the money and said, "No problem, Boss."

But soon, he reacted and asked suspiciously, "But Boss, what do you mean by 'go ask for it on the street' if it's not enough?"

"Figure it out yourself," Bane said, putting away the paper bag and standing up.

He had already decided not to continue roaming the streets. The gang life had no future. These two weeks were just to familiarize himself with the world and make some money, which was why he had gone with the flow. Now, it was time to find a more promising path for himself.

After telling the lackeys to go find their own fun, Bane left the street and headed toward his home.

That's right, as a gang leader, he still had a place of his own in New Dar City.

However, he now intended to sell this house, leave this godforsaken place, and start over. After all, there were too many people here who knew about his past in the underworld. Everywhere he went, someone might call out "Boss," or a couple of enemies might pop up looking to fight him to the death. How was he supposed to start a new life under these circumstances?

Just as Bane was thinking about these things, he walked into the stairwell. He had just turned the corner to head upstairs when, suddenly, an inexplicable energy fluctuation radiated from Bane's chest, causing his heart to palpitate while he felt his physical strength rapidly draining away.

Before Bane could figure out what was happening, a void gate shimmering with multicolored light suddenly appeared right in front of him.

Instinctively, Bane let out a low cry: "World-Crossing Gate!?"

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