Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End[1-200]

Chapter 42: You Deserve to Die

Roel would have never thought that there would be a death flag in this banquet too.

Alicia's hatred toward the original Roel probably had its roots in this banquet too. The original Roel didn't have the guts or capability to stop Bron, so he would have only been able to watch in trepidation from the side.

However, the current Roel was different.

Words couldn't begin to describe how he was feeling at the moment. He only felt a heat burning in his body and mind. His mana was also burning.

He finally understood why he had worked so hard all this while to reach Origin Level 6. If one were to think deeply into it, strength wasn't a necessity for him to avert the future storyline.

But, standing behind Bron at this very moment, everything suddenly seemed to make sense to him. It was all so that he could beat this damned piece of shit into the ground!

"Y-you, where did you... "

Bam!

Roel had no interest in wasting his time listening to what Bron had to say. He raised his hand to grab the golden-haired boy's face before abruptly smashing it into a nearby table.

Boom!

Roel's blood was pumping fast under the effects of mana, allowing him to exert superhuman strength. Bron's head was rammed into the table with great force, nearly imprinting his facial features into it. However, Roel wasn't happy with just this much.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Kacha!

Before anyone in the room could recover from their shock, Roel had already smashed Bron's head into the wooden table four times, and on the fifth time, the latter's head smashed right through. Only then did Roel finally stop a little.

"What a tenacious cockroach. You still aren't going to die yet?"

Roel gazed down coldly on Bron, who was frantically trying to pull his head out from the table. It was likely that the latter was at Origin Level 6 as well, or else he should have died from the very first blow.

It was also at this point in time that the gang of young nobles behind him finally recovered from their daze.

"B-boss! Stop him!"

"Get him!"

These young nobles were all horrified to see how their leader was slammed into the table so easily, but there was no way they could back down here. There were all supposed to be Bron's closest confidants. They had to buck up their courage and step forward even if their opponent was the young master of the Ascart House.

Eleven of them.

Roel quickly ascertained the number of enemies he had to face. He quickly cast Controlled Breathing, so as to recover the stamina he had expended on smashing Bron's head, before flexing his unimpressive muscles toward the noble children. A fight was inevitable.

"Big brother Roel!"

"Alicia, please wait a moment. I'll deal with these lackeys first."

Roel first consoled the weeping Alicia before turning around to face his enemies.

He might have already reached Origin Level 6, but it would still be difficult for him to face so many enemies at once. No matter what, these lackeys were still nobles, and some of them were decently talented too. There were five of them who were at Origin Level 6, just like him.

How could he win this battle?

In a face-to-face battle, victory would be impossible. However, a battle consisted of both brawn and wits.