Return of the Class 8 Mage
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“Is this the place? It's much closer than I thought.” Ian said to Chief Jackson.

Jackson's head did not answer.

He doesn't have to.

There was no need for him to check with Ian.

Jackson's pretense is only up until now.

POW'S!

A loud, loud voice sounded, followed by a deep pain in the head instead of a response. At the same time, Ian's upper body fell forward. Is it because of the pain? At least, that's what Jackson and his followers thought.

“I said, you should have fallen asleep after taking the medicine. Fewer problems for us, and you will leave without any problems. You're really an unlucky person, aren't you? ”

Jackson's tone completely changed after he made sure Ian swayed. The gentle and respectful attitude he showed in the village was nowhere to be found.

“We also don't want to do this. After all, haven't we cleared up our actions and taken over a village? But we humans have our old habits, don't we? We have our working habits.”

Chief Jackson walked over to Ian. There was a scary smile on his face. It would be responsible if someone said that he was a completely different person.

“Why do you keep pushing me, boy? You make it clear that you have deep pockets. You have the face of a rich man! I can't stand.”

Jackson and his nineteen followers had been merchants in the Low Kingdom in the past.

Now, they rule in the village of Bordon like a king, but sometimes they target passing travelers.

They would steal the possessions of these wanderers and secretly kill them, and sometimes they would revive their old skills and sell their corpses to the currently active merchants. In a way, it is their ‘hobi’, as Jackson and his followers often say.

“Just upload yourself unlucky.”

Jackson pulled out a dagger. His followers helped Ian get back up, as if he had gotten used to this routine. Ian still did not say a word.

The way he looked at the ground made him seem trembling in fear.

“I gathered a group of my men thinking you'd be a problem, but it doesn't seem necessary.”

Jackson twirled the dagger in his hand.

Then, he stabbed Ian in the stomach.

He did not seem to have any reluctance or doubt at all.

“...Huh?” Jackson mutters. She's confused.

This was not the feeling he should have felt in his hands.

Where does the feeling penetrate the skin?

“A...What is.?”

Jackson's eyes widened as he quickly pulled his dagger. His entire weapon blade had disappeared completely.

This means that there was never a knife in the first place. Jackson wouldn't know, but Ian had put a Destruction Spell on his weapon.

“Why this.?” Jackson stuttered, looking confused. He looked at Ian. After all, didn't he just lower his head?

Ian had now raised his head.

Jackson could feel Ian's gaze on him, which was cruel and flat..

‘Dia...matanya.’.

Jackson cheated Ian. He looked like a respectful and gentle young village head, but he had shown his true color ever since they came to the forest. But now…

“Maybe you all are less fortunate.”

Maybe Jackson wasn't the only one who showed his true colors in this forest.

“A...aaaaagggh!”

Jackson's followers were the first to let out painful screams. Simple reason. They were the ones who had been holding Ian back and they felt a tremendous pain in their hands.

It felt like it was burning, but it wasn't because of the fire. In fact, there was a cold energy creeping from Ian's body.

“Maybe I've lost my mind, or maybe something's wrong with my head. I'm just not mad today. Is it because of the ridiculous new enemy I have now? ”

Ian rubbed the back of his head.

There was a blood stain on his hand.

He had learned of Jackson's planned attack.

However, he only used defensive spells.

A spell that would only protect his head and intestines.

As a result, there was a throbbing pain he could feel all over his body.

“It hurts.”

The blood in his hand had dried up and turned into powder. Ian cleaned.

“Should I say, I feel I'm starting to get a little angry.” He said calmly.

Ian was getting angry.

BOOOM !

As soon as the last word came out of his mouth, there was a sound of mana exploding around them. That's not all. The Jackson followers who had detained Ian disappeared.

They were not cut into pieces, nor were they burned into fire. They just disappeared into thin air. They were unable to leave behind a scream, or a drop of blood.

“What…. Huh?”

Jackson stood with his mouth open.

He still couldn't accept what happened.

What the hell is going on?

“You don't want to do this?” reset Ian.

Just as Jackson did not hesitate to stab him, Ian also did not feel guilty for everything that had just happened.

They had crossed the ‘category’ limit that Ian placed on his enemies.

There was a bandit guild trying to threaten him. There is an army of Coldwood Kingdom that has been drafted on the orders of the chief authority. There's Dragonian Evantus, who fights to keep his son alive. None of them had passed the ‘category’ that Ian had set for himself.

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“It was also my intention.” continued Ian.

On the other hand, there were people that Ian had killed. Starting from, there were Mogrian soldiers who had humiliated his mother, and the bandits who attacked Ladio. Then there's Coldwalker's killer and Lagnar Greenriver. They have all passed ‘garis’ and each of them is facing death.

“The problem .. I have a habit too.”

Brodon Village scammers, including Chief Jackson, are the last. They were in the gray area, as Ian was unsure how to categorize them as his enemies, but he became positive with his decision just a moment ago. They had crossed the category of the person Ian killed.

“If I see garbage, I will dispose of it as soon as.” replied Ian.