The conversation between the two startled many onlookers.
"Who is this person? Why does he seem so familiar with Goddess Yuhan?"
"He looks good, but… did he just tell Goddess Yuhan to rest while he goes up instead?"
"Yeah. But can he really handle it?"
"Of course he can! If I'm not mistaken, he's the big boss!"
"Which boss? Can you be clearer?"
"Don't worry about the details. If he's really that man, then we're saved!"
"He looks like a student from No. 2 Middle School. I've heard he doesn't study much, just some nobody."
"Exactly. If it weren't for that recent scandal with Goddess Isla, I wouldn't even know his name."
"Enough with the sarcasm. At least someone has the guts to step forward at a time like this. That makes him a hero."
"Right! No matter what he is, he's already better than you cowards who only know how to shout from the sidelines."
The crowd erupted with murmurs, their voices carrying a mixture of doubt and hope.
Many sharp-minded students had already started piecing things together.
Yuhan had just returned to the crowd when her two close friends immediately grabbed her.
"Yuhan, is it him?"
"Could he be… the Shura God!?"
Yuhan nodded, smiling faintly.
"Oh my god!"
Confirmed by Yuhan herself, the girl who spoke let out a sharp exclamation, her eyes lighting up as she turned toward Fenric.
The people nearby froze, staring at Fenric in disbelief.
They never imagined it.
The legendary genius of the Samsara space—peerless, monstrous, an A-rank master, the very figure often whispered about in awe—had been quietly hidden among them all along.
Too shocking to believe.
And even more unbelievable: the Shura God, in reality, turned out to be a completely unknown high school student.
Among the crowd were those who idolized Shura as their hero. Yet now, connecting the name "Fenric" with that figure felt impossible.
At that moment, Jitto felt his entire face burn with shame.
He never dreamed his friend, his so-called peer, would turn out to be the very boss everyone revered.
Nearby, Isla's gaze lingered on Fenric's back. Her lips trembled as she whispered, "I knew it…"
But her sigh carried a weight of helplessness.
Shura's rise had been far too fast. The distance between her and Fenric had grown into a chasm—two people from completely different worlds.
An A-rank powerhouse was someone even governments would fight to curry favor with.
And she? Just the daughter of a small-town businessman. How could she ever hope to stand beside him?
Yet, no matter what others thought, Fenric remained unmoved.
By now, a sword had already appeared in his hand.
The Empyrean Divine Sword.
He had drawn it to deal with the Minotaur leader. As for the lesser minotaurs, they weren't even worth his attention.
But the leader… Fenric could feel its strength. It was no ordinary opponent.
A quick glance at the time told him it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
By rights, they should all be singing in a KTV box by now.
Instead, the world was overrun with bizarre monsters. What exactly had gone wrong?
"Enough," Fenric muttered under his breath.
At last, the Minotaur leader bellowed impatiently. Its strange cry echoed like a command.
At once, the smaller minotaurs screamed and charged.
Whoosh!
The air split with the sharp hiss of steel.
Several flying blades appeared out of thin air, cutting through the void.
The minotaurs, strong and agile, reacted with astonishing speed. But no matter how fast, they could not outpace Fenric's flying blades.
With his current mental power and nerve response, controlling multiple blades at once was effortless. Each strike carried deadly precision.
It was no exaggeration to say: Fenric's blades, fueled by his mind power, struck with penetration no weaker than a sniper's bullet.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Minotaurs fell in quick succession, heads split open before they could even react. Those lucky enough to close the distance were promptly bisected by another stroke.
In just a few breaths, the battlefield was silent save for the Minotaur leader.
But before the crowd could celebrate, gasps of horror followed.
The fallen minotaurs' wounds began to knit back together. Slowly, impossibly, they rose again.
Only the one struck down by the Empyrean Divine Sword remained truly dead.
His brow lifted slightly.
Immortality?
Creatures with such traits were usually dark breeds—vampires, werewolves. To slay them required weapons with sealing or restraining power.
Fortunately, Fenric had just the thing.
In the next instant, a cloak materialized in his hands.
The Cloak of the Night Demon.
Draping it over his shoulders, Fenric once again unleashed his blades. This time, the minotaurs stayed down.
He waved his hand, and under his will, several knives streaked straight toward the Minotaur leader.
The leader's expression did not change. With a snort, it raised its claw to shield its face.
Puff! Puff!
The blades struck, but to Fenric's surprise, the creature's body was as tough as granite. His blades lodged uselessly in its muscles, unable to pierce deeper.
The leader roared, charging directly at him.
But compared to Fenric, its speed and power were laughably inferior.
This duel's outcome was already decided.
With a swipe of its massive claw, the Minotaur leader tried to crush him.
Fenric didn't even bother dodging. Cloaked in Armament Haki, he blocked the strike head-on, then slashed out with Empyrean Divine Sword.
The blade cleaved through, cutting the Minotaur leader in two.
So direct. So absolute.
The crowd behind him trembled with awe.
"As expected… he really is Boss Shura…"