Holy shit!
Opening his eyes once more, Kenma’s face was incredibly pale.
He touched his face as a wave of nausea churned violently in his chest.
He hadn’t chosen a good posture when he was stabbed, accidentally landing face-first.
His entire face had been soaked in a mixture of blood and muddy water until he drew his very last breath.
That sensation was so fucking disgusting!
[Ding!
Avenger has been triggered.
Obtained 1 free attribute point.] Put it into Strength.
Feeling his strength rise by another level, the slight unpleasantness from moments ago instantly vanished.
Again!
Kenma strode into the alleyway under the slightly bewildered gazes of the pedestrians.
At this moment, he was fearless, feeling as if he were simply going through the motions.
Seeing the familiar trio appear before him, he didn’t even wait for them to deliver their usual opening line before firing off the exact same rapid-fire verbal barrage.
“Where did you three smelly beggars come from?
You’re sour, stinky, and ugly, yet you’re trying to rob people?
If you’ve got the guts, come over and kill me!
Otherwise, I’ll call the guards right now to chase you three dogs away!” “You…” “You what!
One bean sprout!
One dwarf growing a mushroom, and another meat mountain whose brain is used entirely to grow muscles and is smaller than a bean!
Who gave you the guts to rob me?” “Get the hell away from me!
Just looking at punks like you makes me want to puke!
You’re just a bunch of rats chased around by the guards, only able to nest in this dark place to do your dirty deeds!” “Kill him!” The familiar words, the familiar process, the familiar post-battle regret, and the familiar escape of the trio.
This time, however, Kenma adjusted his posture to lie face-up.
Feeling his life slowly drain away, he couldn’t suppress the smile creeping onto the corners of his lips.
…
The 11th loop.
Kenma arrived before the alleyway once more and glanced at his status panel.
[Name: Isoyama Kenma] [Gender: Male] [Strength: 20 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Speed: 7 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Defense: 7 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Spirit: 10 (Normal adult male is 5)] [Magical Talent: Extremely Weak] [Swordsmanship Talent: Mediocre] [Passive Skills: Avenger, Return by Death, Crisis Mitigation] [Evaluation: Among ordinary people, you would be an extremely powerful existence.
But in a chaotic other world full of monsters, you can only be considered a total weakling.] 20 points—a whopping 20 points of Strength!
Now, Kenma felt as though his entire body was brimming with strength, his muscles as lean and defined as those Greek statues made of marble.
Walking into the dark alley, the now-all-too-familiar thug trio appeared once again at the other end.
But this time, Kenma had no intention of dying by their hands.
He planned to test the results of his multiple stat allocations, using these three thugs as test subjects.
The blue-haired youth was just about to speak, but his pupils shrank the moment he got a clear look at the newcomer.
This guy…
why does he look so overbearing?
And why does he walk with such swagger?
He quickly glanced at his companions, only to find that both the giant and the short guy had taken a few steps back.
Could they have kicked a steel plate this time?
That shouldn’t be!
Just as the three were hesitating over whether or not to rob him, Kenma made the first move.
Crack!
The ground beneath his feet cracked.
Supported by the powerful recoil, he lunged forward, arriving in front of the trio in the blink of an eye.
Before the trio of thugs could even react, Kenma’s right fist slammed into the muscular guy’s chest.
Boom!
The muscular giant couldn’t even let out a scream before he was sent flying, crashing heavily against the wall with a loud sound.
He struggled a bit before slumping to the ground, motionless.
Everything happened too fast.
By the time the blue-haired youth reacted, he had already lost one of his companions.
“You bastard!” At that instant, the anger of losing his companion briefly overrode his terror.
The blue-haired youth drew the knife from behind him and charged at Kenma.
A blur flashed before his eyes as a fist descended.
The blue-haired youth’s right hand holding the knife was severed, blood spraying as the severed arm fell to the ground.
“Ahhhhhhhh!!!” Clutching the stump of his arm, he let out a heart-wrenching scream, his eyes filled with nothing but endless terror as he looked at Kenma.
“Don’t…
Urgh!” A hand clamped tightly around his neck.
With his arm nearly fully extended, Kenma lifted the blue-haired youth off the ground by his throat.
An intense sensation of suffocation and pain struck simultaneously.
The blue-haired youth struggled frantically, his legs repeatedly kicking at Kenma, but he didn’t budge at all.
“You killed me eleven times, and I’m only killing you once.
Pretty fair, right?
See you in the next loop.” What is this guy talking about?
Before the blue-haired youth could make sense of those words, Kenma exerted force with his palm, snapping his neck and tossing him aside.
“Monster!
He’s a monster!
Help, guards!
Murder!!!” The only remaining member of the thug trio, the mushroom-headed dwarf, screamed and ran toward the main street after witnessing his two companions being effortlessly slaughtered, crying out for the guards.
Seeing him about to escape the alley, Kenma was in no rush.
He leaned down, picked up the knife still tightly gripped by the severed arm, and twirled it around his finger.
In the next second, he leaned back and extended his right arm, adopting a shot-put stance.
Swoosh!
The thrown knife, flying through the air with a sharp whistle, plunged into the back of the thug’s neck.
Blood sprayed, and his screams came to an abrupt halt as he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Kenma shook his hand, looking at the three lifeless corpses on the ground, and pondered.
Not bad.
It seems this 20 points of Strength has already given me the power to crush any ordinary human.
With the boost of 20 Strength, a human body was like cardboard to Kenma.
With just a little effort, he could punch right through it.
However, force is reciprocal.
Kenma looked down.
The skin on his palm had already torn open, looking bloody and mangled.
His entire arm, including the bones inside, had sustained extremely severe damage.
Even with a 90% pain reduction, it still hurt quite a bit.
In that case, I’ll need to focus on allocating points to Defense next.
“This ends here.” Suddenly, a voice sounded.