The bustling street was filled with “people” coming and “people” going, though what went back and forth wasn’t necessarily human.
Kenma wore a yellow and black tracksuit, drawing the attention of passersby from time to time.
After all, his outfit was rather peculiar, standing out conspicuously in the crowd, making it hard not to notice.
Which alley was it again?
Kenma’s gaze constantly sized up the roadside as he recalled the plot of the original work in his mind.
Since it was impossible to gain attribute points by constantly committing suicide, he had to find a way to kill himself quickly.
Actually, wanting a painless death was very simple.
He just needed to wait until nightfall for Emilia to be killed by the Bowel Hunter Elsa, and for Puck to appear and destroy the world.
But the time spent that way would be far too long, requiring a wait of a full day.
It wasn’t as fast as finding the thug trio.
Before long, Kenma stood in front of a dark alley, rubbing his chin with his right hand.
This should be it.
Let’s gamble on it.
Just as he was about to enter the alley, a commotion on the street caught his attention.
Passersby acted as if they had seen some disaster they desperately wanted to avoid, hurriedly making way in the middle of the road while whispering with looks of disgust.
“Good heavens.
White hair and purple eyes, aren’t these the signature appearance of the Witch of Envy?” “When did a witch ever dare to walk the streets?
Won’t she suddenly go crazy and kill us all?
Let’s get out of here.” “A half-elf should just get out of the city.
Stop spreading disaster here.” Listening to the people’s words, Kenma understood in his heart.
It seemed the main plot had begun.
He pulled back his foot that was about to step into the alley and squeezed into the crowd to watch the commotion.
On the wide street cleared by the people, a silver-haired girl wearing luxurious attire alternating between purple and white had a face full of anxiety.
When facing the strange gazes of the surrounding people, as long as her line of sight made contact, she would immediately look away, only daring to walk forward with her head lowered.
Kenma looked at the girl hurrying with her head down, and could not help giving a mental thumbs-up.
No wonder Natsuki Subaru fell so hopelessly in love with Emilia, even sparing no effort to risk his life to save her.
Of course, this was partly due to his own very strong fledging complex, but there was also an undeniable reason: a silver-haired beautiful girl like Emilia struck a chord right in the hearts of adolescents.
Perhaps it was a predetermined connection of fate and destiny, or perhaps it was the difference perceived amidst gazes full of disgust and abhorrence.
Emilia’s footsteps paused as she subconsciously looked toward Kenma’s direction.
The moment their eyes met, Emilia’s pupils constricted slightly.
That person…
His gaze was different from everyone else’s?
The instant she recovered her senses, she turned her head sideways, wanting to find that black-haired young man from the crowd just now, only to find that the other party had already blended into the flow of people and disappeared without a trace.
To think there were people who weren’t afraid of half-elves…
Emilia’s fingers involuntarily clenched the corner of her clothes, but she didn’t dwell too much on this matter.
The most important thing right now was to find the insignia first.
In the crowd, watching that silver-haired figure gradually recede, Kenma didn’t linger either, returning once more before the alley.
Without even the slightest thought of hesitation, he strode into the darkness, and the light in his field of vision rapidly dimmed.
Walking forward about a dozen meters, the view ahead was suddenly blocked by three figures of varying heights.
The person on the left had a robust body and a tall stature, the blue-haired youth on the right, despite his slender figure, could hardly conceal his murderous intent, and in the middle was a short man with a mushroom cut.
“Yo, you dare to walk the alley all alone.
Here to deliver money to us brothers?
Hand over everything.” The blue-haired youth said.
The big man on the left immediately chimed in, “That’s right.
Hand over the things and we’ll spare your life.” Seeing that both of them had spoken, the short guy in the middle repeated, “Hand it over.” Looking at the thug trio who seemed like they were performing a cross-talk act, Kenma felt no fear in his heart.
Instead, he had a peculiar feeling.
It was just like the anime he used to watch turning into a live-action version, making it somewhat hard to keep a straight face.
Clearing his throat, Kenma still decided to be polite before resorting to force.
“What are three stray dogs barking for?
If you have the ability, come over and kill me.
Otherwise, I’ll call the guards right now to chase you three dogs away.” The thug trio didn’t expect Kenma to go full throttle in an instant, leaving their minds blank from the scolding.
After a full two or three seconds, the blue-haired youth reacted first, his face turning completely red as he pulled out the knife from behind his back.
“What did you sa…” Before the words had even left his mouth, they were immediately interrupted by Kenma’s machine-gun-like polite greetings.
“What you what!
One bean sprout!
One dwarf with a mushroom growing on him, and another flesh mountain whose brain is entirely used to grow muscles and whose brain is smaller than a bean.
Who gave you the guts to rob me?” “Hurry up and get lost, seeing thugs like you makes me want to puke.
A bunch of mice chased back and forth by the guards who can only hole up in such dark places to engage in underhanded deeds.” After this series of words, the three of them looked at each other, their complexions gloomy.
“You punk are very arrogant.
Let’s teach you a lesson.
Break his legs!
Make him crawl out of the alley!” “That’s too light.
I have a small knife here, I’ll cut his heel tendons later and let this idiot be a cripple for the rest of his life.” “No one has ever scolded me like this.
I can’t endure this at all.
Charge!” Facing the three rushing up menacingly, Kenma dodged the big man’s tackle with a side step, then immediately raised his right leg backward, kicking the short guy in the middle away.
Seeing Kenma’s such deft movements, the blue-haired youth sensed that something was wrong.
Could this guy be a martial artist?!
Watching Kenma charge fiercely toward him, the blue-haired youth subconsciously raised the knife in his hand, wanting to give the other party some deterrence.
However, the next second, a completely unexpected event occurred.
The knife in his hand transmitted the sensation of entering flesh, and the blue-haired youth’s expression transformed from tension into extreme terror, looking in disbelief at Kenma who had crashed onto his knife.
Furthermore, this knife was inserted almost precisely at the position of the heart, and large gushes of fresh blood spurted out, dyeing the blue-haired youth’s clothes red and splashing onto the ground.
Seeing this scene, all the anger in the big man and the dwarf’s hearts faded away at the same time, and their complexions turned pale.
“You’re crazy!
We were just robbing some things!
Why did you kill him!!
We’re going to be thrown into prison!” “I-I-I…
I don’t know why either…
This guy ran into it himself…” The blue-haired youth’s hand trembled, and the blood-stained knife dropped to the ground, producing a crisp metallic sound.
“I didn’t want to stab him to death at all!
What the hell is going on!” “Stop talking here, run quickly!
Otherwise we’re really going to get caught!” The blue-haired youth turned his head and discovered that both of his partners had already run far away.
He turned his head to look at Kenma collapsed in a pool of blood, teeth clenched tight, whispering, “You ran into it yourself.
I really didn’t mean to kill you.
Really…” Seemingly to comfort his own heart, or perhaps because the terror of killing had nowhere to vent, the blue-haired youth muttered several sentences before grabbing the blood-stained knife, turning around to flee, and quickly leaving the alley.
Kenma collapsed in the pool of blood, feeling the slightly weak pain in his chest, as well as his rapidly weakening body, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
So this is what the feeling of death is like.
It doesn’t hurt much, it just feels so sleepy.
Thinking this, his vision gradually darkened.
Kenma, dead.