After Stealing Hero's Mother, I Reincarnated in the Fantasy World!

"Okay, fucker, this is definitely your end now."

Despite the approach of the giant man with the bloody axe, Rain ignored his glare, simply pointing at the White Powder in his hands.

"Where did you get that?"

Since the Academy was involved, it would be good to find out something about it while they could still breathe.

Bulldog's footsteps froze as if he couldn't believe his ears. A second later, he laughed loudly.

"PffffHAHAHAHA!!! Did you hear him, Rat?! He actually said it!"

"The cute boy went crazy over the woman next to him. A naive fighter for justice and the weak...."

"Hahaha! I almost died laughing! Does he really think he's some kind of noble hero from a fairy tale?"

They seemed to have a strong misunderstanding about his motives, but Rain couldn't care less. His voice was still calm.

"Okay, now just give that thing to me."

"Huhu, I know, I know, your next phrase will be 'I won't beat you half to death if you willingly give it to me!' Such a heroic aura, haha!"

Barely containing his laughter, the bulldog wiped the tears from his eyes. However...

"No. I'll beat you to death either way. It's just that the first option is more convenient for me."

Unfortunately for them, he was neither a hero who came to punish evil nor a fighter for justice that came to the aid of the weak. Rain was just doing what he needed to do. No more, no less.

"And don't open your mouth so wide, it stinks of your rotten teeth."

"..."

"..."

They remained silent with their eyes staring at him. But the veins on their foreheads said it all for them.

They were in a wild rage. Bulldog, taking the axe off his back, stared at Evelyn and Rain.

"That's it, I've made up my mind, this woman will be mine now."

Gulp.

Hearing the Boss' words, Rat swallowed loudly.

'Looks like not only the body but also the boy's mind will be broken now.'

He even felt sorry for this naive red-eyed boy. There was no one in their gang who didn't know about Boss' bad habit of raping other people's women in front of their other halves.

Boss was an expert in this field and never let any of his victims go without severe mental trauma.

Everyone who went through this ended up becoming a vegetable, drooling and laughing madly, unable to stand it. And such a fate for such a young guy... but he could only blame himself for pissing off the Boss.

'It would have been better if he'd just kept quiet and agreed to the beating. Even if he'd spent a year and a half in hospital afterwards and become a limping cripple for life, it was so much better than his total destruction.'

After giving the last prayers in his head, Rat turned around and walked away, waving his hand.

"Just don't get too carried away, Boss. Mistress has ordered everyone to be in place at the appointed time."

What about the possibility of his defeat?

That was impossible. Rat hadn't even considered that option.

Boss was an Ethereal Disciple expert, and his ruthless axe knew no mercy, forever bathing in blood.

Even if this young fellow was a talented student of a famous Academy, it was still impossible. The difference in level and experience couldn't be covered by a single talent, no matter how great it was.

With that, Rat finally left.

Successfully ignoring Rat's words, the Boss smiled, flashing his rotten teeth. Aside from raping other people's women in front of their lovers, there was only one thing he loved more.

Crushing arrogant geniuses. Those who believed in their own talent and looked down on everyone else. Those who were used to being honored and respected at the Academy, but had never known real battle.

Although he was a bandit, thanks to the Mistress, he knew a lot about the Academy. Therefore, he could accurately say.

Battles using dummies that absorbed all the damage? Child's play.

Only when you felt blood and guts on your axe could you really feel the battle!

For these green children who had not seen the blood and brutality of the harsh world, as soon as there was a threat of losing a limb and being left disabled, regardless of their talent, their legs would start shaking and their pants would be covered in yellow liquid.

And the guy in front of him was definitely from that category, just as arrogant and self-assured. And his woman...

Licking his parched lips, he gripped the axe tighter. He couldn't wait to see the young man's face when she was beneath him.

It didn't matter if she was his mother, older sister, or girlfriend, in his eyes she was already marked as today's prey. They didn't give him the nickname Crazy Bulldog for nothing.

'Enjoy my hunt.'

But despite these thoughts, he didn't attack immediately, instead eyeing her leisurely honing the blades of his axe against his finger.

With his huge physique and bulging muscles, it really looked intimidating.

"You must have heard about the missing Academy student a month ago. Back then, those big shots made a real fuss about it, haha."

Unlike a normal bandit, the Boss didn't blindly rush at the enemy, foolishly waving his large weapon around. Instead, he preferred to play psychological games with him, slowly suppressing his desire to fight, instilling fear deep within his soul...

"So let me tell you, I was the one who beat him to death, leaving his carcass to rot in the gutter. Eh... there was so much blood, haha! But don't worry, he must still be rotting in that gutter!"

Despite the young man's lack of reaction, the bulldog didn't flinch. He might be brave now, but in time the strain would do its work and fear would settle into his soul, revealing his vulnerabilities...

'First I'll lunge at him, let him panic and make him try to counterattack back.... And after his pathetic attempt, I'll chop off his right arm. No, better left. It'll be boring if it's over that quickly.'

And then the bulldog would be victorious before the battle even began. Just like She taught.

'Learn to win without drawing your sword, and you will be invincible.'

He still remembered the phrase once told to him by the Mistress.

And from the moment Bulldog heard it, every time he watched his opponent dance on his palm, not realizing that he could swat him at any moment, brought him pure pleasure.

'Let me see your fear.'

Soon emotions did indeed fill his opponent's eyes. Though they were different from his expectations.

Clenching his fist, Rain let out a curse.

"I really hate this. Why do they all like to socialize so much before a battle?"

Bubbling irritation filled Rain. Considering how chatty both thugs were, he'd hoped for more useful information from their conversation, but this rotten guy was only rambling on about himself.

'Looks like it'll be easier to beat him up and question him about everything.'