Chương 36: Name

Inside the tent were five people with levels that crossed the 500 mark. A man was wearing black armor with a Dragon's head as his pauldrons. A young woman with long green hair and round eyes carrying a red bow on her back. Another was a scarred, barbaric young man with ashen hair, holding a spear that shifted the air with its subtle heat.

These three were all above level 500, with the man holding the spear about to reach 600 at level 597, yet he was not the strongest. The man stood at the post of Leader behind the long table. It was a young man with white hair wearing a blue cross around his neck.

They were planning on how to make their way into the Forest the Anarchy Lord had taken over. They were seated on a long table with a map laid out in the middle, but all jumped back when a guard crashed on the table.

The guard's face was almost destroyed beyond recognition. He was bleeding from a broken nose, his teeth either misaligned or falling off.

"What the!?" the young man with the black dragon armor stood up and shouted in surprise.

"Are we under attack!?" The woman with the bow was alarmed.

"Is the Anarchy launching a surprise attack in broad daylight!?" the Barbarian shouted with an unmistakable smile, "TAKE ARMS!"

All shouted, alarmed; all but one remained quiet, the young man with the white hair and cross.

When the others aimed their weapons at the curtain when it was lifted, only he remained at his seat in silence.

Tap

In their heightened battle-ready state, those inside the tent all perked up at the sound of a single footstep.

Tap!

It grew louder. They were worried. Behind the curtains, they could not see the level of who it was approaching. Whoever was daring enough to cause any trouble in the middle of the camp would not be something so easily dealt with.

Tap!!

They tightened their grip. One took a stance and summoned the might of a mythical beast, the other manifested an arrow made of crystalline wind and fire, and the last of them warped the air with his heat.

Those inside the tent were roaring to go until they saw who was causing trouble, that is.

???

'What the!?!'

They thought it would be someone formidable.

'Who's this man?'

But the first thing they saw was the number overhead [Lv. 195]. It was just a weak young man whose equipment was as poor as a normal Seeker's that went out for the first time.

'...tsk, false alarm?'

The so-called intruder was smiling as bright as the sun, "Hahaha! Sorry about that; I kicked him too hard."

The tension inside the tent dissipated. They had different reactions, but they held collective relief so much that they failed to notice that the young man with the bright smile had actually picked up the injured guard by the neck and lifted him from the ground.

The possibility of a raid happening disappearing caused them to become lax. Isaac moved between his introduction and the moment they had blinked to walk forward.

"Hey! What are you doing! Drop h-" the man with the black armor shouted, only to be cut off by the man with the white hair.

"He brought this upon himself. This is appropriate." The white-haired man's words silenced any objection from the other three and just watched.

With a pleasant still on his face, Isaac shocked the guard with little lightning to get his attention, "Apologize."

The guard looked around for help, but the other three did not offer him a hand. It was not that they did not care for his life, but they just couldn't argue with the man holding the biggest stick.

"Hey, hurry up. I'm getting tired that I might suddenly bury your head on the ground." Isaac said, smiling.

"…Aym…shorryy." broken words escaped the guard's lips.

"Mm, good. Now, don't do that again, okay? You're lucky I did this because if you said this to any other place, you would've died after getting tortured. So, in a way, I saved your life." Isaac remained smiling, but from the guard's eyes, the ministry behind them was beyond what he could handle, "So, that means you owe me for this lesson, right? If you feel like your pride is getting trampled upon, remember what you did. And if you repay "kindness" with malice… I will come to find you and make you pay some more."

The guard frantically nodded, afraid of what Isaac would do to him, and Isaac just tossed him outside of the tent.

Isaac dusted his hands, turned around to the other four, and with a satisfied expression, he asked them, "So, the Subjugation Leader is looking for me?"

He asked as if nothing had just happened.

The other three were doubting if what they saw was even real.

The three had already gone back to their seats, but the lingering question remained, "Do you even know who you just beat up?" the man with the black dragon armor asked.

Isaac simply shrugged his shoulders, "If I had to guess, maybe to the Dracma family from the Capital?"

The guard's words were pretty telling.

"You knew and still had the gall to kick one of their purebred assholes? TUHAHAHAHA! Good one! I don't know who you are, but I like you, kid. I'll let you join my force. I'm Xerxes, Son of Brutus the Gladiator." The Barbarian named Xerxes laughed as he spoke.

"The name's Isaac Apollyon, Son of Alex... the Farmer." he introduced, 'I like this guy.'

Isaac could tell they were on the same wavelength.

However, the other two did not say anything other than their name. They were shivering, however, 'Are they angry? Friends of the Dracma family, perhaps?'

The Black Dragon Armored young man was Talon.

The girl was Artemis.

"That's enough for now." the white-haired young Leader interrupted and looked at Isaac, "So, you're Isaac Apollyon, the one Yulia recommended, correct?"

"Yes… are you the one who called for me? Um…."

"It's Orthus-"

"Oh!"

"-Dracma."

"oh…." Isaac paused, backed away slowly, jumped back, and started running away.