Chapter 8
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Bran turned to look at Shao Bin. His face still mad about getting kicked in the nuts by Amy. Seeing that it was just a normal old man trying to be a hero, Bran's face contorted, a mocking smile appeared on his dirtied face.
Behind Shao Bin, his adopted grandson, Xenith, had stayed motionless while observing the situation.
The grandfather-grandson duo was on their way home when they heard an odd commotion around the corner. Seeing that it was nurse Amy, they naturally would help.
...
New Human: Bran West
Rank: 2-star
Job: E-class Exterminator
Faction: Mainland Warriors
Alignment: Lawful Evil (Distorted)
...
Abilities: Piston Lift (Active)
Power Rating: 400
Status: Injured
…
Xenith thoroughly scanned Bran's status page.
There were certain differences between a creatures' status page, a human's status page, and his own status page.
First, Xenith could not see vital statistics such as health points on either his own or any humans' status page, but he could do clearly see one when against rift beasts and/or creatures.
Second, in place of "titles"-- which most beasts have; New humans would tend to have "factions" and "alignments" instead, although not everyone has these things.
Many more queuers seem to change depending on how unique a human or a creature is, or so it should be. Xenith could only assume. He had not seen more than a dozen status pages since he discovered his ability, and it was not like his nature to snoop around if it weren't his business.
"Lawful Evil…" Xenith deeply gave what he saw a thought. Considering Bran's alignment, it was obvious that he was up to no good. That, and the fact that he's currently dragging nurse Amy by the hair. He was obviously not the gentlemen type of guy.
It wasn't the distorted alignment that entirely caught Xenith's attention though. It was the absurd Power Rating for a 2-star New Human that bothered him.
If one would consider Xenith as the weakest New Human, only having 10 PR (Power Rating) at 0-star, the opposite could be said to Bran. It seems like he's the strongest amongst the weak.
Simply speaking, Bran is more or less 40 times stronger than Xenith.
Even with a handicap of him being injured right now, he still has enough strength to wipe the floor against a 0-star Xenith. It was no wonder he had enough strength to hold out against the Titan Wolf back then.
"Oi old man, scram. This is none of your business" Bran reproached, his hand still gripping on poor nurse Amy's hair. Without giving any more face to Shao Bin, Bran dragged Amy back to the streets where the alleyway was.
"... That's not the way you talk to the elderly either. Youth these days." Shao Bin shook his head.
What happened next shocked even Xenith. His gramps suddenly rushed towards the direction of Bran with his fist clenched! "I may look old and sickly, but I am not weakling." Old man Ben muttered, a smirk painted on his face...
Shao Bin was definitely weak. Xenith, of all people, know this fact.
…
Human: Shao Bin
Faction: Shen City Seniors Association
Power Rating: 3
Status: Chronically ill
…
If it weren't for the fact that this goofy old man was his adoptive grandparent, Xenith would have rebuked him for being too much of a rash idiot. It was this very reason that Xenith became worried when he arrived late and found that his gramps checked out of the hospital on his own.
"Tss, grampa!" Xenith yelled.
It was too late though. Shao Bin's fist had reached Bran's face, punching the latter's cheek with all the might a 62-year-old man could muster.
Bran's face contorted once more. An annoyed expression appeared on his face. "You really want trouble huh, old man? Here, let me play with you for a bit…" Throwing Amy aside, Bran turned to face the smug looking Shao Bin.
Obviously, Shao Bin's punch did nothing on Bran.
The old man could not win either. Both were technically injured, although of different reasons, but a PR of 400 and a PR of 3 doesn't seem to be a fair comparison at all no matter how hard anyone would look at it.
Another fist flew, it was Brans'. For a man with a crooked alignment, hitting an old man doesn't seem to stain his morals.
*Bang*
With just a single punch, old man Shao Bin was thrown back by a few meters, ultimately landing beside Xenith. "Grampa!" Xenith stumbled on his steps as he hurriedly helped Shao Bin. " What were you thinking gramps…"
"Ah…*cough*... I wasn't certain that he was a New Human. Heh, I thought my old bones could still take in a few fights. Guess my tank is all out of fuel, hahaha… *cough*" Shao Bin jokingly replied. Although it seemed that he's in no immediate danger, Xenith was still worried—
It was still a direct punch coming from a 2-star New Human. "I'll take you back to the hospital tomorrow, but for now… Please stay put gramps. Let me handle this." He was not even at the slightest bit confident with his ability, but Xenith had no one else around but himself.
Although, "Gramps… do call the police. I'll just buy us time." At this point. He certainly could not win, not with his weak self he couldn't. At the very least, he could prolong the commotion before the authorities arrive.
By the looks of it, the man abusing nurse Amy wasn't backing either, Xenith concluded.
An intense gaze was thrown at him, "What a feeble aura." Bran muttered after seeing Xenith coming right after him, "Are you even a New Human?" He added.
Although it was weak, Bran could still feel the fighting aura that Xenith was emitting, it was slightly above what a normal human could exert, leading him to believe that Xenith was a New Human himself, albeit an extremely weak one.
Xenith did not utter a reply, instead. He brazenly walked closer and closer to Bran, eventually making the latter fall in confusion, 'What is this guy doing?' Bran could not respond. If someone were to attack him, at this point, a punch or a kick would have landed, but instead—
Bran's face was only an inch away from Xenith's…
The situation immediately felt awkward… but not for Xenith. This is his opportunity to strike.
'Grocery Grip!'
A skill acquired through 'intense' training of buying everyday needs. An ability somehow molded by his innate talent— Experience Equals Mastery— that ended up somehow being useful in combat… in the weirdest way possible, as one could see.
"Ahhhh!"
A scream suddenly echoed. An anguishing Bran could be seen cradling, his hand on his groin.
'What the… did I grip the wrong area?' Xenith had a confused expression on his face. He was sure that his hands were aiming at the gash on Bran's chest that ran towards his stomach… 'Wait—- did I went way too low?..."
Seeing that Bran's hands were still pursed onto his crotch area. The muddled up thoughts of Xenith instantly cleared, and a grim expression appeared on his face. He then slowly lifted his hands as he looked at it in absolute horror, '... I groped his apples… Fuck! How was in the fuck did I miscalculated that?' Xenith inwardly swore. He was, in no way, someone who is fond of doing such lew things, but…
Seeing how effective the move was— Xenith could only swallow his pride for now and go with the flow. Gazing at Bran with fiery eyes and his palms held high, Xenith spoke: "Stay down or you'll get another serving of crushed balls for dinner."...
'What the heck, "crushed balls"? What are you saying Xenith?' He could not help but question himself at this point. But he was too far deep in the act, Xenith could not forfeit now.
A look of horror was painted all over Bran's face. It was as if his bushy beard had a life of its own as his face trembled in fear. Never in his entire life as an Exterminator had he ever met someone with such an underhanded technique and then took pride in doing it!
Damn! Screw the idea of this boy being weak… He's utterly shameless!
Bran inwardly cried as he tried fanning the pain off of his balls.
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Bran turned to look at Shao Bin. His face still mad about getting kicked in the nuts by Amy. Seeing that it was just a normal old man trying to be a hero, Bran's face contorted, a mocking smile appeared on his dirtied face.
Behind Shao Bin, his adopted grandson, Xenith, had stayed motionless while observing the situation.
The grandfather-grandson duo was on their way home when they heard an odd commotion around the corner. Seeing that it was nurse Amy, they naturally would help.
...
New Human: Bran West
Rank: 2-star
Job: E-class Exterminator
Faction: Mainland Warriors
Alignment: Lawful Evil (Distorted)
...
Abilities: Piston Lift (Active)
Power Rating: 400
Status: Injured
…
Xenith thoroughly scanned Bran's status page.
There were certain differences between a creatures' status page, a human's status page, and his own status page.
First, Xenith could not see vital statistics such as health points on either his own or any humans' status page, but he could do clearly see one when against rift beasts and/or creatures.
Second, in place of "titles"-- which most beasts have; New humans would tend to have "factions" and "alignments" instead, although not everyone has these things.
Many more queuers seem to change depending on how unique a human or a creature is, or so it should be. Xenith could only assume. He had not seen more than a dozen status pages since he discovered his ability, and it was not like his nature to snoop around if it weren't his business.
"Lawful Evil…" Xenith deeply gave what he saw a thought. Considering Bran's alignment, it was obvious that he was up to no good. That, and the fact that he's currently dragging nurse Amy by the hair. He was obviously not the gentlemen type of guy.
It wasn't the distorted alignment that entirely caught Xenith's attention though. It was the absurd Power Rating for a 2-star New Human that bothered him.
If one would consider Xenith as the weakest New Human, only having 10 PR (Power Rating) at 0-star, the opposite could be said to Bran. It seems like he's the strongest amongst the weak.
Simply speaking, Bran is more or less 40 times stronger than Xenith.
Even with a handicap of him being injured right now, he still has enough strength to wipe the floor against a 0-star Xenith. It was no wonder he had enough strength to hold out against the Titan Wolf back then.
"Oi old man, scram. This is none of your business" Bran reproached, his hand still gripping on poor nurse Amy's hair. Without giving any more face to Shao Bin, Bran dragged Amy back to the streets where the alleyway was.
"... That's not the way you talk to the elderly either. Youth these days." Shao Bin shook his head.
What happened next shocked even Xenith. His gramps suddenly rushed towards the direction of Bran with his fist clenched! "I may look old and sickly, but I am not weakling." Old man Ben muttered, a smirk painted on his face...
Shao Bin was definitely weak. Xenith, of all people, know this fact.
…
Human: Shao Bin
Faction: Shen City Seniors Association
Power Rating: 3
Status: Chronically ill
…
If it weren't for the fact that this goofy old man was his adoptive grandparent, Xenith would have rebuked him for being too much of a rash idiot. It was this very reason that Xenith became worried when he arrived late and found that his gramps checked out of the hospital on his own.
"Tss, grampa!" Xenith yelled.
It was too late though. Shao Bin's fist had reached Bran's face, punching the latter's cheek with all the might a 62-year-old man could muster.
Bran's face contorted once more. An annoyed expression appeared on his face. "You really want trouble huh, old man? Here, let me play with you for a bit…" Throwing Amy aside, Bran turned to face the smug looking Shao Bin.
Obviously, Shao Bin's punch did nothing on Bran.
The old man could not win either. Both were technically injured, although of different reasons, but a PR of 400 and a PR of 3 doesn't seem to be a fair comparison at all no matter how hard anyone would look at it.
Another fist flew, it was Brans'. For a man with a crooked alignment, hitting an old man doesn't seem to stain his morals.
*Bang*
With just a single punch, old man Shao Bin was thrown back by a few meters, ultimately landing beside Xenith. "Grampa!" Xenith stumbled on his steps as he hurriedly helped Shao Bin. " What were you thinking gramps…"
"Ah…*cough*... I wasn't certain that he was a New Human. Heh, I thought my old bones could still take in a few fights. Guess my tank is all out of fuel, hahaha… *cough*" Shao Bin jokingly replied. Although it seemed that he's in no immediate danger, Xenith was still worried—
It was still a direct punch coming from a 2-star New Human. "I'll take you back to the hospital tomorrow, but for now… Please stay put gramps. Let me handle this." He was not even at the slightest bit confident with his ability, but Xenith had no one else around but himself.
Although, "Gramps… do call the police. I'll just buy us time." At this point. He certainly could not win, not with his weak self he couldn't. At the very least, he could prolong the commotion before the authorities arrive.
By the looks of it, the man abusing nurse Amy wasn't backing either, Xenith concluded.
An intense gaze was thrown at him, "What a feeble aura." Bran muttered after seeing Xenith coming right after him, "Are you even a New Human?" He added.
Although it was weak, Bran could still feel the fighting aura that Xenith was emitting, it was slightly above what a normal human could exert, leading him to believe that Xenith was a New Human himself, albeit an extremely weak one.
Xenith did not utter a reply, instead. He brazenly walked closer and closer to Bran, eventually making the latter fall in confusion, 'What is this guy doing?' Bran could not respond. If someone were to attack him, at this point, a punch or a kick would have landed, but instead—
Bran's face was only an inch away from Xenith's…
The situation immediately felt awkward… but not for Xenith. This is his opportunity to strike.
'Grocery Grip!'
A skill acquired through 'intense' training of buying everyday needs. An ability somehow molded by his innate talent— Experience Equals Mastery— that ended up somehow being useful in combat… in the weirdest way possible, as one could see.
"Ahhhh!"
A scream suddenly echoed. An anguishing Bran could be seen cradling, his hand on his groin.
'What the… did I grip the wrong area?' Xenith had a confused expression on his face. He was sure that his hands were aiming at the gash on Bran's chest that ran towards his stomach… 'Wait—- did I went way too low?..."
Seeing that Bran's hands were still pursed onto his crotch area. The muddled up thoughts of Xenith instantly cleared, and a grim expression appeared on his face. He then slowly lifted his hands as he looked at it in absolute horror, '... I groped his apples… Fuck! How was in the fuck did I miscalculated that?' Xenith inwardly swore. He was, in no way, someone who is fond of doing such lew things, but…
Seeing how effective the move was— Xenith could only swallow his pride for now and go with the flow. Gazing at Bran with fiery eyes and his palms held high, Xenith spoke: "Stay down or you'll get another serving of crushed balls for dinner."...
'What the heck, "crushed balls"? What are you saying Xenith?' He could not help but question himself at this point. But he was too far deep in the act, Xenith could not forfeit now.
A look of horror was painted all over Bran's face. It was as if his bushy beard had a life of its own as his face trembled in fear. Never in his entire life as an Exterminator had he ever met someone with such an underhanded technique and then took pride in doing it!
Damn! Screw the idea of this boy being weak… He's utterly shameless!
Bran inwardly cried as he tried fanning the pain off of his balls.
Bran turned to look at Shao Bin. His face still mad about getting kicked in the nuts by Amy. Seeing that it was just a normal old man trying to be a hero, Bran's face contorted, a mocking smile appeared on his dirtied face.Behind Shao Bin, his adopted grandson, Xenith, had stayed motionless while observing the situation.The grandfather-grandson duo was on their way home when they heard an odd commotion around the corner. Seeing that it was nurse Amy, they naturally would help....New Human: Bran WestRank: 2-starJob: E-class ExterminatorFaction: Mainland WarriorsAlignment: Lawful Evil Distorted...Abilities: Piston Lift ActivePower Rating: 400Status: InjuredXenith thoroughly scanned Bran's status page.There were certain differences between a creatures' status page, a human's status page, and his own status page.First, Xenith could not see vital statistics such as health points on either his own or any humans' status page, but he could do clearly see one when against rift beasts and/or creatures.Second, in place of "titles"-- which most beasts have; New humans would tend to have "factions" and "alignments" instead, although not everyone has these things.Many more queuers seem to change depending on how unique a human or a creature is, or so it should be. Xenith could only assume. He had not seen more than a dozen status pages since he discovered his ability, and it was not like his nature to snoop around if it weren't his business."Lawful Evil" Xenith deeply gave what he saw a thought. Considering Bran's alignment, it was obvious that he was up to no good. That, and the fact that he's currently dragging nurse Amy by the hair. He was obviously not the gentlemen type of guy.It wasn't the distorted alignment that entirely caught Xenith's attention though. It was the absurd Power Rating for a 2-star New Human that bothered him.If one would consider Xenith as the weakest New Human, only having 10 PR Power Rating at 0-star, the opposite could be said to Bran. It seems like he's the strongest amongst the weak.Simply speaking, Bran is more or less 40 times stronger than Xenith.Even with a handicap of him being injured right now, he still has enough strength to wipe the floor against a 0-star Xenith. It was no wonder he had enough strength to hold out against the Titan Wolf back then."Oi old man, scram. This is none of your business" Bran reproached, his hand still gripping on poor nurse Amy's hair. Without giving any more face to Shao Bin, Bran dragged Amy back to the streets where the alleyway was."... That's not the way you talk to the elderly either. Youth these days." Shao Bin shook his head.What happened next shocked even Xenith. His gramps suddenly rushed towards the direction of Bran with his fist clenched! "I may look old and sickly, but I am not weakling." Old man Ben muttered, a smirk painted on his face...Shao Bin was definitely weak. Xenith, of all people, know this fact.Human: Shao BinFaction: Shen City Seniors AssociationPower Rating: 3Status: Chronically illIf it weren't for the fact that this goofy old man was his adoptive grandparent, Xenith would have rebuked him for being too much of a rash idiot. It was this very reason that Xenith became worried when he arrived late and found that his gramps checked out of the hospital on his own."Tss, grampa!" Xenith yelled.It was too late though. Shao Bin's fist had reached Bran's face, punching the latter's cheek with all the might a 62-year-old man could muster.Bran's face contorted once more. An annoyed expression appeared on his face. "You really want trouble huh, old man? Here, let me play with you for a bit" Throwing Amy aside, Bran turned to face the smug looking Shao Bin.Obviously, Shao Bin's punch did nothing on Bran.The old man could not win either. Both were technically injured, although of different reasons, but a PR of 400 and a PR of 3 doesn't seem to be a fair comparison at all no matter how hard anyone would look at it.Another fist flew, it was Brans'. For a man with a crooked alignment, hitting an old man doesn't seem to stain his morals.*Bang*With just a single punch, old man Shao Bin was thrown back by a few meters, ultimately landing beside Xenith. "Grampa!" Xenith stumbled on his steps as he hurriedly helped Shao Bin. " What were you thinking gramps""Ah*cough*... I wasn't certain that he was a New Human. Heh, I thought my old bones could still take in a few fights. Guess my tank is all out of fuel, hahaha *cough*" Shao Bin jokingly replied. Although it seemed that he's in no immediate danger, Xenith was still worriedIt was still a direct punch coming from a 2-star New Human. "I'll take you back to the hospital tomorrow, but for now Please stay put gramps. Let me handle this." He was not even at the slightest bit confident with his ability, but Xenith had no one else around but himself.Although, "Gramps do call the police. I'll just buy us time." At this point. He certainly could not win, not with his weak self he couldn't. At the very least, he could prolong the commotion before the authorities arrive.By the looks of it, the man abusing nurse Amy wasn't backing either, Xenith concluded.An intense gaze was thrown at him, "What a feeble aura." Bran muttered after seeing Xenith coming right after him, "Are you even a New Human?" He added.Although it was weak, Bran could still feel the fighting aura that Xenith was emitting, it was slightly above what a normal human could exert, leading him to believe that Xenith was a New Human himself, albeit an extremely weak one.Xenith did not utter a reply, instead. He brazenly walked closer and closer to Bran, eventually making the latter fall in confusion, 'What is this guy doing?' Bran could not respond. If someone were to attack him, at this point, a punch or a kick would have landed, but insteadBran's face was only an inch away from Xenith'sThe situation immediately felt awkward but not for Xenith. This is his opportunity to strike.'Grocery Grip!'A skill acquired through 'intense' training of buying everyday needs. An ability somehow molded by his innate talent Experience Equals Mastery that ended up somehow being useful in combat in the weirdest way possible, as one could see."Ahhhh!"A scream suddenly echoed. An anguishing Bran could be seen cradling, his hand on his groin.'What the did I grip the wrong area?' Xenith had a confused expression on his face. He was sure that his hands were aiming at the gash on Bran's chest that ran towards his stomach 'Wait- did I went way too low?..."Seeing that Bran's hands were still pursed onto his crotch area. The muddled up thoughts of Xenith instantly cleared, and a grim expression appeared on his face. He then slowly lifted his hands as he looked at it in absolute horror, '... I groped his apples Fuck! How was in the fuck did I miscalculated that?' Xenith inwardly swore. He was, in no way, someone who is fond of doing such lew things, butSeeing how effective the move was Xenith could only swallow his pride for now and go with the flow. Gazing at Bran with fiery eyes and his palms held high, Xenith spoke: "Stay down or you'll get another serving of crushed balls for dinner."...'What the heck, "crushed balls"? What are you saying Xenith?' He could not help but question himself at this point. But he was too far deep in the act, Xenith could not forfeit now.A look of horror was painted all over Bran's face. It was as if his bushy beard had a life of its own as his face trembled in fear. Never in his entire life as an Exterminator had he ever met someone with such an underhanded technique and then took pride in doing it!Damn! Screw the idea of this boy being weak He's utterly shameless!Bran inwardly cried as he tried fanning the pain off of his balls.
