"Easy there."
Truthfully, this giant boar with four tusks looked more intimidating than most of the monsters Rhys had faced so far in the Underworld — one could even see its muscles almost exploding with even just the slight movement of its limbs.
And its eyes that were just staring into Rhys's, filled with the confidence that it could just snap Rhys there and then.
But then again, after Rhys's encounter with the roc, the giant sea monster, and not to mention the Verdant Python — this beast that was trying to be as threatening as possible in front of him just looked like... a baby.
"This doesn't have to be anything at all..." Rhys just calmly showed his palm to the beast, "...Just walk away, and we can all live peacefully. I'm not really in the mood to—Tch."
And before Rhys could even finish his words, the giant boar just started swinging its tusks and obliterating all the trees beside it. And with that as its only warning, it rushed toward Rhys — his tusks making a path straight toward him.
"I already told you I'm not in the mood," Rhys then just let out a small sigh. Just shaking his head even as the trampling beast was just only several feet away from him — and then, with another sigh, Rhys just casually slapped the giant boar; throwing it meters into the air before it violently rolled and landed back to the ground.
"Gronkhh..." The giant boar let out a long and deep snort as its entire life flashed before its eyes. But after a few seconds of just twitching and convulsing, it was able to recover and stand back up with its trembling legs. It limped for a few breaths before it once again turned to look at Rhys.
And as Rhys returned its glare, the boar instinctively took a step back... before just quickly turning around and running away.
"...Good," Rhys let out a sigh of relief while once again shaking his head. He was about to walk away, but then heard another noise coming from the broken trees — this time, however, the noises were human.
"It went here! I heard it roaring, it must be near here!"
"We're finally going to see this stupid beast! For glory!"
"Kill it!"
And very soon, a group of at least 20 men appeared right in front of Rhys — all of them carrying spears; barely even wearing anything but a loincloth around their waist; their sweat, all popping out from their throbbing muscles.
"What the..."
"Who's that...?"
They all, however, stopped at the same time as soon as they caught a glimpse of Rhys. Most of the men were tall, but no one reached anywhere close to Rhys's eye level. They stared at Rhys for a couple of seconds before just letting out another roar.
"The boar's getting away!"
"Wait, this path... if it continues, it's going straight to the city!"
"This is bad! We need to stop it!"
"For glory!"
And with those screams and roars, all the men just raised their spears and once again disappeared in front of Rhys as they all chased the tracks of the giant boar.
And surprisingly, it was Rhys, who slightly felt guilty for some reason as it was his fault that this rampaging beast was even heading to the city in the first place. And also...
...there was the fact that he needed to ask the citizens some questions, he wouldn't be able to do that if this beast ransacked the entire city.
The men were shocked at this, of course, but they all just quickly shook their heads and roared again,
"Spear!"
"Spear!"
And with those powerful words reverberating in the air, those who were not pulling the boar all rushed toward it and just started stabbing it several times with their spears — and from the way their spears were bending, the hide of the boar was extremely tough... but it didn't matter at all as they just continued to stab it until more than half of their spears were inside the boar.
And very soon, with a quiet and lingering snort...
...the giant boar finally dropped to the ground.
"For... for glory!"
And there, Rhys could not help but just take several steps back as the men started rushing toward the boar. They quickly took off the net...
...and then just started tearing it and eating its flesh and guts raw.
And it wasn't only them, even the villagers screamed and roared as they rushed toward the boar and started devouring its flesh. But none of them were mad, however — in fact, most of them were smiling and celebrating as they tore through the boar. Even the children were laughing as they partake in this... feast.
Of course, Rhys was not really judging anything. After all, he was in a completely different world — and that meant completely different customs. But of course, understanding and partaking are two completely different things.
And so, very subtly, Rhys just walked away from the wild crowd and headed toward the city...
...or at least that is what he wanted to do before the muscular men all blocked his path; their eyes, just staring at Rhys while holding the flesh and guts of the boar.
"...I don't want any trouble," Rhys sighed while shaking his head, "I'm just—"
"Where are you going, Brother!?"
Rhys could not really even finish his words before they all just started approaching him and wiping the blood of the boar all over him.
"Eat."
"Huh...?" Rhys blinked a couple of times as they all then raised a flesh in front of his face.
"Eat, Brother...
...For Glory!"