The Alliance, White Frost Academy.
Dressed in the spotless white uniform of a Pure Blade captain, Leg-Kicker Won't Die arrived at his old dormitory, escorted by a fawning Level 6 researcher.
At the dormitory entrance, the former dorm leader and the others who had bullied Leg Kicker stood pale-faced, legs trembling and eyes wide with panic.
A faint smile touched Leg Kicker's lips. He lowered his head and asked, "Dorm leader, remember me?"
The dorm leader raised his head shakily. The sight of Leg Kicker, now Level 12 and a Pure Blade captain, scared him so badly that he dropped straight to his knees.
"My lord! My lord! I'm sorry! I was blind before! I'm sorry!"
"I know I was wrong! Please spare me! I really do!"
Leg Kicker sneered. Crouching down, he grabbed the man's hair and yanked his head up. "If an apology makes everything right, can I kill you and apologize afterward?"
The dorm leader shook all over. His legs quivered uncontrollably, and a foul smell began to spread.
The Level 6 researcher stepped forward, kicked him in the stomach, then pummeled him.
"You filthy bastard! How many times were you told not to form cliques in the dormitory? Have you no shame?"
"And now you've pissed yourself on the Goddess's sacred ground! You deserve to die!"
Leg Kicker watched coldly. The lackeys who had once followed the dorm leader dropped to their knees and kowtowed without stopping.
Leg Kicker had no intention of killing them. After giving them a thorough beating and venting his old anger, he told the Level 6 researcher:
"Leaving trash like this here would only tarnish the Goddess's radiance. Get rid of them in a few days."
"I'm going to the Great Library."
With that, he turned and left.
Leg Kicker had