Fenric ignored Jitto words.
He also ignored the so-called "genius" and his empty threats.
Instead, he took out his phone and started browsing the web.
As expected, his Shura identity had exploded online once again.
At this point, even Fenric himself was starting to feel numb to it.
Online Comments Section:
"He's f**king amazing! That's the fourth time God Shura has received a Super God rating, right?"
"Insane! Ever since the name 'Shura' appeared, it's been nothing but Super God evaluations!"
"All hail Shura! He's gonna surpass Adam in no time and dominate the leaderboard!"
"Ever since I learned how he killed the Celestial Dragon and got an 'SSS' rating, I've been so hyped. He's just too damn fierce!"
"Exactly! Most people wouldn't even dare to try that!"
"So jealous of the Great God Shura. I hope he shares all his strategies!"
"Heh, here comes another moral-kidnapping dog. Didn't Shura already share his entire strategy for the Third Stage? If you've got the guts, go replicate it yourself."
"Yeah right. Only Shura can pull off Shura's strategy. You think some mutt can do it?"
"I heard the Great God Shura went head-to-head with an Admiral. That's terrifying!"
"Seriously terrifying. And he's only just cleared the Third Stage? How is he this strong already?"
"You guys are exaggerating. I watched the whole run last night when he got the Super God evaluation. Shura really did face off against that old blind man, but it was only for two rounds. Based on their fight, Shura's still got a long way to go before he matches an Admiral… A long way! Still, I totally idolize him!"
"Regardless, just reaching the Third Stage and putting on that kind of performance—he's a monster!"
"Exactly. With that kind of talent, it's only a matter of time before Shura surpasses Adam!"
"Foreign players must be panicking, watching the rise of the Great God Shura."
"Adam be like: Damn… I'm panicking right now."
The internet was ablaze.
This was the first time an "SSS"-ranked dungeon strategy had been revealed to the public.
Now, countless netizens knew exactly how Shura achieved the coveted "SSS" rating.
There wasn't a single person who didn't admire his bold and strategic performance in the Third Stage One Piece dungeon.
Fearless. Decisive. Meticulous. Overwhelming. Brave and brilliant.
These were the impressions the world now had of the Great God Shura.
Two words summed it all up:
"Absolute Legend!"
Fenric scrolled through the comments and smiled faintly.
Behind him came the voice of Jitto, the ever-loud fat guy.
"Ric, why do you look so calm? That Tazhan guy—ugh—I've hated him for a while now! I hope you humiliate him so badly today he won't dare show his face again!"
Fenric replied flatly, "I'm not interested in your little high school rivalries."
"Oh? So you're saying you're not a young man anymore?"
It was class time, but with the college entrance exams fast approaching, most teachers had stopped lecturing. Students were left to self-study.
Today, no teacher showed up.
Idle students whispered among themselves, and quite a few kept sneaking glances at Fenric, smirking or snickering.
Clearly, Tazhan's little stunt had already spread throughout the school.
The day passed like that.
When the final bell rang in the afternoon, the usual slackers—normally faster than rabbits when fleeing school—didn't leave.
They were waiting.
All eyes were on Fenric, watching his every move, eager for drama.
Fenric ignored the stares. He packed up his things, shoved the books he hadn't touched back into his desk, then casually walked out of the classroom and headed toward the school gate.
The moment he stepped out, the others quickly followed.
However, they kept their distance, not wanting to be mistaken as part of Fenric's group and risk getting caught in any crossfire.
"Ric! Wait for me!"
Jitto jogged to catch up.
Fenric gave him a sideways glance. "Aren't you afraid of being dragged into this?"
"Afraid? Hell no! Others might be scared of Tazhan, but I'm not!"
Outside the school gate, a crowd had already gathered—eager to watch the drama unfold.
When Fenric appeared, a buzz ran through the students. Excitement rose.
"Damn, this guy's got guts!"
"Yeah! I thought he'd sneak out the back. Didn't expect him to just walk straight out the front!"
"No wonder the school beauty has her eye on him. Just for his courage alone, I have to respect him!"
"Heh. That's dumb. Tazhan has a relative in the Education Bureau. Even the principal doesn't dare touch him. Does this guy really think Tazhan won't retaliate?"
"Exactly! Doesn't he understand it's better to live and fight another day? Blind courage is just stupidity. I don't see what Wen sees in him."
"Hey, quiet down."
Meanwhile, Fenric calmly continued walking toward the gate.
There, a row of luxury sports cars was parked in full view.
A dozen stylish but clearly arrogant young men were waiting.
The one at the center, dressed in a tight little suit with a greasy face that made it hard to tell if he was a guy or girl, stepped forward.
Tazhan Tao.
As soon as he saw Fenric, Tazhan flicked away his cigarette, raised a hand, and led his cronies over to block Fenric's path.
"You're Fenric?"
Tazhan craned his neck to look up at the taller boy.
"You've got guts, huh? Ignoring my warnings? Did I not tell you to apologize before school ended?"
As Tazhan droned on, he didn't notice Fenric's expression gradually turning cold.
This guy and his endless "labor and management" crap had officially crossed the line.
Fenric's voice rang out, sharp and deep—
"Scram."
Om—
Conqueror Haki— Activated!
An invisible force exploded from Fenric.
In an instant, the onlooking students behind him felt it—an overwhelming kingly presence radiated from Fenric's tall frame.
As if a monarch had descended.
Some students' legs buckled from the pressure. A few nearly dropped to their knees in instinctive submission.
As for Tazhan and his fancy crew, they were hit directly by the full force of Fenric's Conqueror's Haki.
Several of them immediately passed out with eyes rolled back.
Tazhan himself, though still conscious, dropped to the ground in a heap.
In that moment—he had truly felt it.
The threat of death.
It was as if the boy standing before him was no longer a classmate…
…but an ancient, unstoppable king.
With just a thought—he could decide whether Tazhan lived or died!