Chapter 89 - Hero Unbecoming (1/2)

”And just like that, the yearly quote that I always wanted to say at the right time!” said the newcomer as he shook his head down, proud of himself.

”... Who is this brat?” Foel took out the Yaykha Kieli bio-artifact out of her pocket space storage, brandishing the sword part as if she was ready to kill him.

Rarely she took out her strongest artifact if it wasn't for utterly killing someone in haste. It seemed like the appearance of Jaro had made an irksome remark on the emotionless tanomobi.

”Put it,” MF whispered with a sour smile.

”Ah, wokeh.”

The young man glanced at the unconscious Carla, and the surrounding to find Gushen to no avail. Putting both of his arms forward, he let out a speech, ”A dark angel and an evil sewer rat! All of your villainy will end now!”

”... Can I kill him?” Foel complained.

The pseudo-angel was analyzing the young man. The last name 'Lagoon' rang a loud giant bell in her mind. Without any effort, MF deemed him as one of the rare races in Neamh, a Demon.

”What makes us a villain?” MF playfully asked. It was surprising but it seemed like Jaro wasn't affected by the pressure of her voice.

The demon gritted his teeth in excitement, crossing his gauntlet wrist to the front. ”Firstly, both of you have hurted someone I know, violence against the innocent is strictly forbidden within the enforced justice!”

MF's interest was piqued, she decided to test the water.

”But justice doesn't work universally. Let's say, there is a hunter who is really hungry and wanted to catch a rabbit, the rabbit didn't commit any crime and is deemed innocent, the hunter killed the rabbit and ate him, yet nobody has ever enforced a justice for this case, what of it?”

”That is the rule of the jungle, the weak will be eaten by the strong. The food will begin to adapt to the surrounding for survival instead of trying to fight back.”

”Then you know what it means, right?”

”Which means I need to be stronger than the opposer to enforce my justice!”

Foel stepped back. She had been within this sort of naive phase back in her harsh days. It wasn't that simple, to be strong doesn't equal to be mentally fortified. In which, it was the very same silhouette that Foel saw of her past and the person in front of her.

Jaro had zero cultivation.

”Well then.” MF ascended to the sky, trying to find an angle for her to rush on. ”We'll see if your justice is worth something.”

In half a second, MF full-throttled herself forward in sonic speed. She grabbed the demon by the neck and slammed the hell out of him on the ground. As if the time slowed, she checked her opponent's expression, only to find him gritting his teeth with determined eyes focusing on her.

His body was so durable like a block of iron that even MF couldn't snap his bone with a harrowing slam. Either it was something that a demon evolved with, or his muscle was so incomprehensibly thick that it kept his whole body intact.

Within the deliberate speed, MF threw a satisfied smile. Still grabbing his neck, she propelled herself out of the area and soared at mach 2 to the sky far to the south where it was full of wasteland.

”Ah, they left me behind.” Foel pouted. ”Now I don't know what to do with this lass.”