In A Parallel World With Random Skills, I Reluctantly Become A Mafia Boss?

Chapter 15: Powerless

The cold nightly breeze is felt, when the bright bluish light illuminates the sky along with the countless twinkling stars littered across the abysmally dark night.

Of course, on this auspicious eve when the moon is full and the beasts are silent, a dangerous air was felt.

Ways away from one of the Zershel Kingdom's frontier cities, Edoria, were the Hidden Grasslands. The prairies and forests that surrounded it were as large as three cities combined altogether. A crude stone path could be seen passing through the short grasses of green which gradually grew taller the more they got nearer to the forests.

Normally, you wouldn't see hide nor hair of anyone or anything once night fell.

This much was obvious.

There was no merit for monsters to roam around in plain sight, hence it was relatively safe to tread upon normally. On some rare occasions, bandits might lie in wait for unsuspecting travelers, in order to ambush them and take their belongings for themselves. Greed was their forte and those unlucky travelers who had no fighting strength could only comply.

But this was not one of those times.

No, instead of bandits that just wanted material possessions, and used crass words and murderous threats that were most of the time slovenly to induce fear, there was just a lone youth. But this was no ordinary youth, since when he was compared to the likes of bandits, even the latter would faint in fear. The difference was just that big. It was like comparing a cat towards a lion.

In terms of inducing fear, the youth was on a whole other level.

The ominous fog riddled in the colors of darkness would already be evidence enough, that this youth was someone who should not have been provoked. That only danger would come out of facing this level of an opponent.

But in contrast with how fearful his intimidating air was, the youth's long silver hair was gleaming in the moonlight. It was as if the youth's beauty was ephemeral in the eyes of a bystander. Intimidating, yet beautiful. A monster's blood thirst, and a saint's appearance.

It was truly conundrum no matter how you looked at it.

Although, that was not the scariest part.

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He's.....grinning?

The weak little dark-haired human who was skilled at barely dodging my attacks when it almost hit him, but barely had any strength to note of, was right now, supposed to be already dead. No one except for my two brothers or the great king could survive my blows. Much less a human like himself..

Even though I could not believe my own eyes, I swear I saw that this boy's appearance was different. Almost like a plain human you can find anywhere.

But now, I don't even know anymore. His earlier hair as black as the night, which was rare for the humans to have, had turned into the present head full of gleaming silver locks and strands of pure beauty. Blood was spurting out of his entire body, including his limbs, neck and head, not to mention the spine. But even those were rapidly closing up and regenerating, almost like they were never there in the first place.

As that may be a mystery to itself, it wasn't the real problem right now. I am presently in awe of how much his demeanor changed after I was sure of his impending death. His past timid nature was but an enigma for the him right now, who was overflowing with strength. This, was dangerous.

I was shivering unconsciously all the while, when I was thinking of a countermeasure for this situation. I never thought, that I, Zetsuen Vizulain, one of the 'Beast Knight Triad', and the direct descendant of the current 'Dragon King', would be reduced to cowering before a human being. Such humiliation..