Chapter 62 - Guild Building [2]

Roger went to check Kyla's progress and saw that she was now at the Practitioner Phase, the second stage in cultivation. As there were seven cultivation stages and each stage had three levels, Roger knew that this was the only potential Kyla had. At least at the mid-part of her second level, she won't ascend to any level anymore.

However, Roger is not worried about it. He knew that Kyla still had the potential to learn fighting techniques that would improve her fighting capabilities. Not only that, she still hasn't awakened as she still doesn't have a stat. Unlike Roger, who already had one when he woke up from a coma.

After checking Kyla, Roger then went to his room to pick up the gear he prepared for this plan he had in mind. As soon as he gets the go-signal, there will be no one who can stop him.

He smiled as he looked at the Japanese armor he bought from an antique shop. Using the money he got from his people, who gave him a small amount, he bought this armor as his interest in Japanese armor.

Kluma is a more eastern country with more ties to ancient Asia. However, as time passes, these types of styles lose their appeal to the general public.

Later on, Roger wore it and left his house from the window. He jumped through the roofs until he landed at one intersection.

He took out this phone and then called Kaspher.

"You already got the people near Jungle Heats base?" Roger asked and waited for a reply. "Good. I will be leaving now. They didn't have any idea that they would be in danger, as I blocked any information about what happened to the Red Bulls. You said they don't have a good network. I made sure that they wouldn't really get any hints."

Roger then put his phone down and ran in a rapid manner through different buildings until he finally saw his people. He then went straight to their territory and saw some gangsters that were guarding every corner.

He stopped and mumbled, "Ah... So this neighborhood is run by gangsters..."

The Jungle Heats were uninformed of what had happened to the Red Bulls, so he was confident that he would easily find their boss.

However, he didn't feel like finishing this at any time. He at least wanted to vent out and practice the habit he tried to forget.

"Wow... I must praise myself for suppressing my thirst for blood. I don't know how I was able to hold my bloodthirst and anger issue."

Roger pondered this for a short time but then realized that it might be the difference in his personality in this world and in Kluma. It could be possible that his personality in this world that was hidden in his brain blended with his consciousness.

Whatever the reason was, Roger didn't think of it as a hindrance.

Roger slowly walked towards the territory of Jungle Heats until he finally trespassed. Someone noticed his bizarre gear and called him to their place. But Roger just ignored them.

"Hey! Hey! Are you deaf? Why aren't you coming here?!" A gangster irritatedly shouted at Roger, who was just ignoring him.

This gangster and another one approached Roger with infuriated faces. But even though they were trying hard to intimidate him, Roger just grinned as he saw potential in them—potential to die at any moment.

When they finally arrived, they reduced the distance and softly bashed Roger.

"Hey... We already called you. Why aren't you listening to us? Do you want to die?" 

"Yah! Do you want to die? Don't you know that you need to listen to us? Why are you acting as if you are deaf?"

They continued cursing him and even tried gripping tightly on Roger's shoulder. However, Roger just glared at them with a crazy grin.

The two gangsters flinched and moved backward as they just felt insulted and disrespected by Roger's grin. They raised their hands to hit him, but Roger stopped them.

"You two have potential..." Roger mumbled, then kicked their feet and moved forward to get a distance between them. He then raised his right leg and gave a straight kick to their heads.

As Roger's kick cleanly hit them, they all suddenly went down with it. 

"That is the potential I was talking about." Then he slowly put his legs on their chests, one on each of them, and pinned them down with his strength exerted on his two legs.

Cracked could be heard as, in the next few seconds, the ribs collapsed, destroying the lungs and eventually killing them.

Roger smirked, then continued moving with his slightly heavy armor and looked for the person who had the strongest fighting spirit. Just like how he found Mighty, he searched for the boss of the Jungle Heats, but they seemed to have competition when it came to strength. There is no one that stands out among them.

Thus, as he noticed that there was no one he could think of like the boss of the gang, he would just have to try to bring him to light. At least if he had to beat others to death, the gang boss would show his power to his people due to the frustration Roger had caused.

And as Roger continued walking, gangsters were attracted to the bizarre gear that would ultimately bring them to mock or even play with him. However, Roger would use this opportunity to beat them and eventually alarm everyone.

He jumped and then kicked. He swung his legs in the mid-air, and when he landed on the ground, he lowered his stance and punched. He continued to do a few stances until everyone surrounded him.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Who sent you?!"

Was it the norm for gangs to ask who sent him? It could be, but it is only natural as Roger just appeared out of nowhere for them. He then started beating these gangsters without any words coming out of his mouth.

Roger just had this heinous grin that terrified everyone.

"Why are you not moving?! Attack him in a group!"

Someone would get frustrated, and it would be those who have a higher position in the gang. Even if the Jungle Heats already formed 30 gangsters, with no prior knowledge of fighting someone stronger than them, there would always be one who got frustrated, and it would be the one who had the knowledge.

He can see where they were wrong. He would shout to correct them, but it would be too late as Roger had already beaten them. Thus, as he cleared a path for himself, Roger approached the person who was shouting earlier.

"Are you the boss?" Roger asked, then peeked at his fighting spirit. He then noticed that it was one of those who had the highest fighting spirits in the gang.

This person, who Roger thought was one of the strongest, has long hair and slanted eyes. He was a bit tall, almost 6 feet tall, and had no proper build in his body. In short, he was slightly skinny.

He performed a stance that is also common in taekwondo, where one leg was moved forward and the other one was at the rear. He also had his fists prepared at just his chest level.

"Who are you?" This person asked, but Roger didn't pay any heed to him.

Roger dashed towards him with his hands lighting up in blue. He then slashed through the neck, immediately taking his life.

"I am liking this part. Should I start killing those people who I think I should kill?"

Roger searched for the other strongest fighting spirit, but there were only four of them remaining. However, they seemed to be in just one location, which gave Roger convenience.

At one building, there were gangsters that were alarmed by what had happened and were tasked with protecting their main building. And as Roger was just looking at it, he couldn't help but smirk.

He then ran to this building, and at the same time, the gangsters that were guarding this building noticed him. They prepared their guns and, to his surprise, he dodged each of them. 

A few images of Roger's movements were left due to his speed, which normal eyes couldn't follow. Everyone who fired their weapons left their mouths agape and was stunned because Roger was already in front of them the next second.

He grabbed one gun and fired at them, killing them in an instance.

He tilted his head to stretch, then opened the glass door of the building. Just at the entrance were stairs. And as he climbed on, a few gangsters were still appearing with guns.

Roger released a sigh and moved swiftly before they could even react to him. At that moment, each of them lost consciousness, which gave Roger the time to take the stairs to the second floor. 

When he arrived on the second floor, he saw the four people with the same strong fighting spirit. They were doing some stances to prepare for Roger, but then, Roger just laughed.

"Can't you see that I am dripping in blood?" He swayed his hands, and blood splattered on the wall.. They followed his hands, but then when they were distracted, Roger slaughtered them with his hands, lighting in blue.