Chapter 2 - 6 vs 1

Chapter 2 - 6 vs 1

Then, I will choose Option 1.

After selecting [Option 1], a rush of memories overwhelmed me. I found myself back at the moment I threw a punch at Joru Karn.

"Boom." My fist collided with his face, and he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock and fury.

The scene unfolded just as before, but this time I was ready. Karn, underestimating me, threw a wild, careless punch. My body reacted on instinct; I twisted my torso and narrowly avoided the blow, feeling the air stir past my face.

His surprise was palpable.

I seized the opportunity. With newfound strength, I swung my fist into Karn's gut with all my might.

"Boom," the impact echoed like a drumbeat.

"Grrhh," Karn's pained groan was muffled as he crumpled to the ground, rolling like a helpless insect. The other bullies' faces showed utter disbelief, their eyes nearly popping from their sockets.

But their shock quickly hardened into expressions of rage and revenge. They charged at me with renewed aggression, and I braced myself, taking a firm stance.

I raised my hands in front of me, focusing intently, as if seeing through them with a heightened sense. Every detail of the room and their weaknesses seemed to come into sharp relief. I jabbed at the first assailant, his head snapping back with a spray of blood from his nose. He fell with a loud thud, crumpling to the floor.

The remaining five surrounded me, their faces twisted with anger. I heard shuffling behind me, a clear sign of an imminent attack. Without thinking, my legs moved on their own, stepping right as an attacker swung wildly at me. My fist, charged with momentum, crashed into his face, sending him crashing to the floor.

The remaining two bullies advanced, but they were swiftly dealt with. A well-placed kick sent one sprawling, while the last, overwhelmed and terrified, wet himself and trembled uncontrollably.

I pointed at the last bully, the weakest of the group. "You. Pick them up and take them to the hospital."

"M-me?" he stuttered, pointing at himself in disbelief.

"Yes, you," I confirmed. I then turned to the fallen bullies, methodically striking their arms and legs with calculated precision to ensure they'd be bedridden for one to two months.

I gave the last bully a light, contemptuous kick to the stomach, forcing him to his knees. "Have you called an ambulance?"

He nodded weakly, barely able to meet my gaze.

Leaving them behind, their groans of agony and despair echoing in the room, I opened the door. Standing before me were three figures I hadn't expected to see. My heart raced with a mix of anxiety and anticipation as I faced them, uncertain of what would come next. To