“Hmm.”

He didn’t seem to feel anything while facing Dohyuk. All that was on his face was a few wrinkles above one of his eyebrows and between his eyes. He wasn’t angry. He was looking down as if there was a mosquito on his arm.

With slight curiosity, Ilgyu took a step toward Dohyuk, a very slow and relaxed step. With that one step, however, he closed the distance between him and Dohyuk by half.

“…!”

There was no secret ability or magic trick. It was just sheer strength. The Tyrant’s physical stats were just to everyone else’s in this place. If this was the previous life, the difference of strength was probably two worlds apart.

“What…”

“Impossible…”

People from the city moaned and gasped. They did not have much knowledge about the power, but because they didn’t know better, it was easier for them to be awestruck and be terrified of the strength.

There were people that Jung Ilgyu brought over who seemed to be astonished, but they were used to it. The ordinary thirty thousand people had already given up. They all knew of their fate. A few attempted to escape, but failed miserably. The price of each attempt was pain and death.

That’s why most of them stopped thinking about even being afraid. It was the only answer they had.

“So, you’re Yoo Dohyuk?” Ilgyu asked from about ten steps away from Dohyuk.

“Well- you do look familiar…”

“So, you don’t even remember the one who killed you?”

Ilgyu was surprised as he opened his eyes wide. A sudden silence fell and Dohyuk quickly scanned Ilgyu’s entire body. He wasn’t empty-handed. There was Yabadop’s Bracelet and a few pieces of equipment underneath the long coat. He also had a helmet with a strap on his head, a necklace, and leather sandals that also seemed to be some kind of rare item.

“Oh.” Ilgyu spoke nonchalantly. “Not at all.”

In the next moment, his figure became blurry – or looked blurry – to Dohyuk. It was the incredible speed that allowed him to so and Dohyuk also became blurry as the Tyrant’s fist struck Dohyuk’s face.

Instead of the sound of one hitting another, there was an explosion as Dohyuk’s body was thrown backwards like a rock released by a slingshot. The angle was low so that Dohyuk’s body made contact with the ground soon after, but even then his body was dragged 10 meters back.

Dust kicked up where Dohyuk was thrown and Ilgyu pulled his fist back.

“Uh… you were nothing,” Ilgyu spat. “What made think you could talk like that?”

To Ilgyu, it didn’t matter if Yoo Dohyuk was someone who had killed him before. He knew Dohyuk did not inherit the memory, nor did he inherit the power. Just like how his punch proved it, Dohyuk was just a piece of trash in this new world. What he was interested in was…

“LISTEN UP!”

The Tyrant’s voice thundered through the city. It was like that of a carnivore, enough to terrify anyone who could hear him.

“I’ll take the first 50 who come forward. Only those 50 will live!”

It was more like a demand than a threat. He didn’t add anything, but nobody questioned what might happen to the others if they weren’t in that 50. Fear grasped the people.

“…”

“….”

While no one in the city moved immediately, everyone was thinking the same thing. Maybe it was too late. Maybe they should’ve ran before it was too late. Dohyuk had failed.

The dust cloud didn’t show in what state Dohyuk was in, but no one who could be safe after getting punched like that.

“Hmm?”

Ilgyu looked down and there were two people running straight at him. No – they were actually running somewhere else.

“Oh- it’s you guys.”

His heightened sight enabled him to recognize that it was Yoo Giwon and Lee Yuri who were running toward Dohyuk, or the dust cloud where Dohyuk would be at.

“Well, who cares.”

Even if they weren’t coming at him, the Tyrant had no intention of letting them live. He decided to use them as examples to the other insects within the city to show who was in charge.

Ilgyu took a step, and just like what he did with Dohyuk, he walked toward the dust where Yuri and Giwon were running. With incredible speed, Ilgyu’s body shot forward.

Yet it was then that a figure jumped out and charged into Ilgyu, right out of the dust cloud that was fading.

Dohyuk wasn’t in good shape. His nose was bleeding, his lips were ripped, and his body was covered in dirt. Other than that, he was okay. He had no wounds and now was charging at Ilgyu with his fist, with power and speed that wasn’t far behind Ilgyu’s.

And he punched.

Another explosion rumbled, but unlike the first exchange, Ilgyu wasn’t thrown back. However, that was because Ilgyu was running straight into the fist. He’d felt the pain he inflicted on Dohyuk’s body as he spun in the air, but something felt odd to him.

What happened behind all that dust?

That was the wrong question. Dohyuk didn’t just withstand the attack from the Tyrant and launch a counterattack while the dust settled.

As Dohyuk stood in front of the Tyrant who was shaken and dumbfounded, he returned with the same words.

“You are nothing.”