"Mom, were you okay? How is your wound? It didn't open right?" Roger worriedly asked his mother as soon as they arrived at a safer place.

His parents were breathless, as well as Kyla, feeling slight tiredness. However, instead of answering him, his mother cried and dragged her body to him, throwing her fists on Roger's chest.

"Why did you do that?! I was scared! Why would you do that? What if you died? I am supposed to die first, not my children."

Roger was just silent. He didn't know what to say.

"I am an Awaken, you don't have to worry."

"Even still, you are throwing your life away as if it were nothing. Why would you do that?!"

And just as Roer watched her mother's tears flowing out of her eyes, he only felt guilt. He then realized, even putting his family away from worry, he still couldn't persuade them to believe that he would be okay.

Even Kyla was still nervous; Roger could feel it as her hands were trembling.

"Roger, maybe you should explain it to your mother later. Just rest and help your sister." His father said.

And as the atmosphere around the area wasn't good, Roger just nodded helplessly and looked at Kyla.

"Let's go..."

***

"Did you know, with that little stunt you did, my family was deeply nervous? You just made them face death." Roger muttered in an audible tone as he walked his way to the boss of the Red Bulls.

The boss just raised his eyebrows, and instead of saying a sensible reply, he only snorted.

"Doesn't care."

Roger clenched his fist, and then, in the next second, he disappeared, appearing in front of the boss with his fist on his face.

Bam!

It happened at an intense speed. However, Roger didn't put all his strength into it. He still controlled his strength as he wanted to slowly torment the boss of the Red Bulls.

However, instead of reacting to it aggressively, the boss just defended himself and sneered at Roger.

"That was called a punch? It is surprising for you to have such strength. It might be the reason why you became the boss of the little twerks gang in the Blue Neighborhood."

Roger just listened to him and remained silent as he was controlling himself to not easily give him instant death.

"Want to try another one?" Roger said, then instantly closed the distance between them with another fist, prepared to hit the boss of the Red Bulls.

And as confident as he was, the boss just gave himself a good grip and received the punch from Roger. However, contrary to his expectations, he was pushed back as he felt the punch become stronger.

'What?! Did I feel it differently? His punch got stronger.'

In the same location where he had been punched, the boss of the Red Bulls held his jaw as he felt that strong punch pierces through his skin.

"Big guy with blonde hair, and also skin as tough as iron. I am interested in knowing your name. You are the first enemy I really had in this world." Roger uttered as he shot dead eyes at the boss of the Red Bulls.

"Super Strong, Mighty, you brat. Remember that before you lose your life." And on that cue, Mighty moved his huge body, rushing to Roger's location with a punch prepared to be launched.

However, seeing how wide this movement was, Roger just moved to the side, evading this punch. But the series of attacks didn't end that way. Mighty continued moving, launching a barrage of punches at Roger.

Bam!

Roger, seeing how motivated Mighty was, just smirked and caught the punch Mighty threw.

"You didn't receive the third punch. Incoming!"

Then, back at it, Roger prepared his fist and threw it at Mighty. And Mighty, as slow as he is, being a huge person, he wasn't able to evade it. Instead, he got a grip to tolerate the punch. However, not expecting it again, the strength of the punch increased its intensity again.

Just as that punch hit him, he was moved a few steps backward, and almost lost his balance along the way. Also, Roger punched him in the same spot as earlier to keep the pressure on him.

"Do you only know how to punch?" Roger asked, looking at how Mighty was keeping himself under control just after that punch.

"Fucking shit!" Mighty exclaimed as he swept off a few pieces of furniture in his rage.

Roger just raised his eyebrow and then concluded, "It's getting boring. Let's finish this... I am not interested in you anymore."

Roger then disappeared, appearing above Mighty with his left foot ready to kick. And at that point, Mighty couldn't defend himself anymore. Roger had kicked him, but in just a split of a second, another kick was launched, but this time it was behind Mighty.

Roger had moved at an extreme speed, appearing in different locations with his barrage of attacks on Mighty.

Mighty could only endure the attacks. But, every second, the attacks' strength increased, giving him restless time.

And after a minute of this barrage, Roger stopped and looked at the sorry state of Mighty.

"I don't talk much, really. However, just stalling time, I wanted you to suffer what my family had felt with your stunt. Why do you have to be a pain in my ass?" Roger uttered, then kicked Mighty in the head.

Mighty's body's condition becomes worse. His whole body was bruised and reddening as his muscles became weak with the attacks Roger gave him.

"W-What are you...?" Mighty asked in a helpless manner.

Roger ignored him and looked at the state of the room. The room is beautiful. There were curtains in the wall of glass, giving the scenery of the city at night. Also, the furniture was expensive.

Roger just smirked to see the luxury the boss of the Red Bulls has on normal days. The room gives him a luxurious atmosphere.

"I don't give a fuck about people's jobs. But I am careful with the businesses of the people around me." Roger uttered, then gave Mighty an eye.

"You sell drugs, right? I heard some from Mr. K if I remember it right." Roger continued. "But too bad for you, it is your last day in this world."

Roger continued walking, seeing the different things that could be achieved by being at the top of the food chain. This luxury was as if new to Roger. He had never seen this kind of luxurious life back in Kluma. And now that he is on Earth, with a different lifestyle, he becomes intrigued with this life.

Silence covered the whole room, and as the room was dimly lit, Roger couldn't see what Mighty was doing behind his body. It was too late for him.

"Hahaha... You think that this will be my last day. I had been on drugs my entire life, and learning and pursuing some effects didn't disappear from my mind."

And as Roger became curious about what Mighty was thinking, he returned his gaze to Mighty, but all he saw was him taking some pills.

"What's that?" Roger had an idea that that pill might have some effects. However, he only let him because he was curious about its effects.

With his dead eyes, Roger witnessed Mighty's body reforming. Apparently, the pill had some reformation of body effects. And as he looked at how his body reformed, unique energy, or more possibly, corrupted mana, appeared inside Mighty.

"Hmmm... interesting," Roger mumbled as he looked again at Mighty, who was starting to get energized. His veins were starting to appear as well as if infuriated. However, he was only enduring the sudden surge of energy rushing into his body.

"Really interesting..."

Mighty's body became 8 feet tall, and now his body has the width of a truck. And just as a funny memory appeared in Roger's mind, he scoffed.

"If I remember it right, the thing that put me into Kluma was also a truck." He mumbled, "But even so, it won't change the fact that you'll die, Mighty."

Mighty smirked and looked at Roger with a smug face.

'Let's see if you have the guts to defend yourself. Even an S-Rank couldn't handle the strength I have.'

And with great determination, Mighty dashed to Roger, as if an explosion had just burst when he suddenly moved from his place.

"Fucking monster, disgusting," Roger uttered, then moved, but this time his internal energy was reinforced to his fist.

"Die, you fucking giant," Roger said, then launched the punch in his direction.

The reason Mighty was confident in using the pill was that the concrete of his room is reinforced with dense cement. So worrying about his room being devastated is nothing. Also, he knew that the pill he was taking would give him a strength that an S-Rank couldn't handle.

Mighty is an Awaken, but because of his body, he seems to be able to surpass average humans' limitations. But the truth is, he has some mana only equal to Rank E, which is why he was able to take the pill as well.

And as he wanted to smash Roger to the floor, his determination was smashed as well, as an azure light flew straight to his face that brought him to the wall at an intense speed and made his consciousness hazy as well.

"F-Fucking shit... H-How can y-you still... be a human." Mighty muttered as he realized his body had become smashed meat. He still had his consciousness, but it was only hanging on with a little strength.

"I am not boastful, but I am really strong, Mighty.. If only you learned how to estimate your enemies before you overestimate yourself, you wouldn't have been in this state in the first place."