******Glenn had absolutely no idea why, in just a single day, three different gangs had gone out of their way to target him.He had never provoked any of them before not even crossed their paths, they came after him in waves, targeting him.And this one… they are obviously going to ambush him once he walks into their den.However, still…That doesn’t mean he would chicken out of any trouble. He doesn’t actively go out of his way to challenge or go against anyone. But if anyone dares think he was an easy meat and cross a line they should never have crossed... Glenn's eyes flashed slightly.But still, he remained as calm as he had been from the start, and once he finished organizing his thoughts, he turned to Ben… whose face had gone ghostly pale at this moment.“Will you stay here?” Glenn asked evenly.But before Ben could even open his mouth…The Menaces’ eyes flashed darkly and icily.“The two of you have to follow us,” their leader ordered coldly, his voice dark and thr

******No matter the situation he had ever been in, Glenn had never completely lost awareness of his surroundings before... not once since he became a martial artist.His perceptive senses, which had never slept, never dulled, and never fully shut down, had always operated nonstop, scanning his surroundings, even in his sleep.Yet at this moment, they failed him completely, the thugs’ mocking voices never reaching him, fading entirely from his awareness. There was only Ethan, and beyond that, Glenn couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t react.Instead, he just stood there, frozen, appearing as if time itself had paused around him.Then, finally… after what felt like an eternity, he shook his head vigorously, appearing as though he were trying to dislodge the thought entirely.‘This can’t be little Ethan!’ he told himself frantically, refusing to accept that the bloodied figure was that same boy he always knew.His mind clawed for denial.‘This… this is just someone who

****** The thugs’ faces all lit up as soon as they heard their leader’s voice, and rapidly, wide grins stretched across their lips, their eyes sparkling with excitement, and their shoulders straightening, all of them appearing as if they had just received a long-awaited promotion. In the following second… “Pick me, boss!” one of them shouted eagerly, stepping forward before anyone else could. “I enjoyed torturing that little brat!” He licked his lips slowly and deliberately, his tongue tracing dried blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes shone with a sick hunger. “But I never had my fill.” Before the echo of his voice even faded… “That’s right, boss!” another thug chimed in, laughing wildly. “Please pick us! We barely even got started! That little piece of shit broke quicker than a dry twig!” He spat on the ground as he spoke, appearing as though the memory itself disgusted him for ending too soon. Several blood-stained thugs also raised their hands eagerly, ap

******No one in the basement had ever experienced this kind of terror… a terror where you didn’t know if you were next, couldn’t beg, couldn’t fight back, and couldn’t even run properly because you didn’t know where to run.It was a kind of fear that gnawed at the mind.They were the ones who usually terrorized others… the ones who delighted in breaking people down, savoring their screams, and enjoying the sight of despair blooming in their victims’ eyes.They were the ones who drank alcohol and laughed as others shattered.But now… they were the ones breaking and drowning in despair.Never… not once in their lives had they imagined something like this could happen to them.Even now, they had no idea what exactly was happening, or why.It made no sense… none whatsoever.But logic no longer mattered at this point.Because when you don’t know if the soul-rendering next scream will be yours, sense becomes irrelevant.And amidst this storm of panic and agony… Glenn, the demo

******Godsbreaker had always taken great pride in his arrogance and cultivated indifference, believing that fear was for weaker men and that reaction was something he had long outgrown.But standing there at this moment, staring at the basement heavily soaked and splattered in blood, broken limbs, and ruined bodies, all unmistakably crafted by the man before him… those beliefs cracked, and before he even realized it, his stomach twisted violently.The thugs currently scattered across the floor no longer appeared human, no… right now, they were contorted things, their mouths wide open in soul-rendering screams, their eyes rolled back or staring without focus.Some twitched frantically on the ground while the others weakly, a few others lying too still… having lost all consciousness.And at the center of it all stood Glenn, drenched in blood as though it were a second skin.It streaked his hair, soaked into his clothes, and heavily smeared across his hands.But his eyes… they we