Chapter 268: The Second Coming [2]

As the rhythmic thumping of hearts echoed through the village, Kaisen couldn't help but grin like a maniac.

The sound of a thousand chest beats? Oh yeah, this was turning into one hell of a show.

His eyes gleamed with that wicked spark—like a guy who knew he was absolutely killing it in front of an adoring crowd.

By now, the civilians from the bunker had crawled up through some magic door, spilling onto the scene like they'd just arrived for the final act of a blockbuster.

Why stay hidden in that death trap of a bunker when the real danger was above ground?

I mean, any idiot could see that a bunch of dogs could jump in there and turn the whole place into a furry bloodbath.

Out here, at least they got to witness some grade-A hero bullshit—a damn spectacle of a man literally holding back a library big enough to squash fifty huts with just his two hands.

Fear and awe painted their faces as they watched the impossible happen. This wasn't just some random guy anymore. No, they were watching a fucking myth come to life, right in front of them.

And then there was Jacky, standing off to the side, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull.

It wasn't just anger twisting his face—it was pure, unadulterated fear.

Because, let's be real, when you see a dude single-handedly slowing down a building that could crush you into cat-flavored paste, you rethink all your life choices real quick.

Jacky stood there, heart pounding like a jackhammer, staring at the absurd spectacle in front of him—a man, a damn human, holding back a library with his bare hands.

The carnage this guy had wrought on his forces was nothing short of legendary.

Practically all of Jacky's legion was toast, reduced to nothing but mangled corpses, courtesy of one unstoppable human wrecking ball. Only Jacky and a few poor bastards were left alive.

Jacky's mind spun, replaying how he got played—him, the great Jacky, tricked like a fool by a mere human.

The realization hit hard, but instead of anger, a grin slowly spread across his face.

A twisted, smug little smirk that quickly morphed into full-blown laughter. The kind of laugh that said, "Oh, it's on now."

"Good. Good. A human who knows how to play the game, huh?"

Jacky chuckled, his eyes gleaming with dark excitement.

"I'm looking forward to our next meeting, Mr. Hero. Next time, I'll be thoroughly prepared."

Rony said absentmindedly, eyes wide as he watched their so-called savior doing some straight-up superhuman shit.

The guy was holding up a fucking building, for crying out loud, like he was bench-pressing a boulder for fun.

To a kid like Rony, this was the stuff of legends.

"What?"

"The handsome hero, the one who took down the infamous Vhalla. White hair like fresh snow, eyes redder than fresh blood. He told me it was him, but I thought he was just blowing smoke up my ass. But now..."

Rony's voice trailed off as the reality slapped him in the face harder than a drunk cat at a bar fight.

He recalled the exact moment he met this guy. This dude—this cocky bastard—had claimed to be the legendary hero.

And like any reasonable person, Rony had laughed it off, thinking, "Yeah right, buddy. And I'm the Queen of the Moon."

But now, watching him casually slow down a building with his bare hands like it was no big deal, Rony realized the truth.

"H-he's the real deal," he stammered, his awe dripping off each word like drool from a stunned idiot.

It wasn't just Rodalina and Ronali who heard it—oh no, the whole damn crowd was now buzzing with the revelation.

People were gasping, clutching their hearts like they'd just seen their long-lost lover ride into town on a white stallion.

"He's the Morning Star? That's him?" A voice quivered in disbelief.

"The hero who took down Vhalla? The one who stopped the Night Shades from taking over this world? This guy?"

Tears started flowing faster than cheap wine at a wedding.

The older folks? They straight-up fell to their knees, hands clasped in prayer, because clearly, this guy wasn't just a hero.

No, he was their divine savior with abs of steel and a death count to match.

The whole scene was practically dripping with worship.

It was as if Kaisen had just walked out of some godly porno, complete with the soundtrack of "Hallelujah" playing in the background.

To these civilians, he wasn't just a hero anymore. He was their god, their divine muscle-bound angel sent to kick ass and save their sorry asses.