“Hey there, brat.”

I had just finished a day’s hunt and was on my way back from Wartz Great Forest to the town of Loine.

A man emerges from the bushes.

This feeling.

It’s quite familiar.

From the unique atmosphere the man exudes, I instantly understood his intention.

–PK

‘Player Killers’, players who target other players instead of enemy NPCs like monsters or bandits.

Their purpose could be part of role-playing, or perhaps for the items that drop when they defeat another player. It varies.

I never thought a local of this world of try to PK me.

“Who might you be?”

“Tch, you’re an annoying brat!”

As a courtesy, I pretended not to know who he is.

I do know who this man is.

At least, I can tell from his appearance.

The thin, blood-stained bandage stuck to his nose.

Most likely, he’s the thug who confronted me on the first day of my adventurer registration.

Is this retaliation?

“Do you need something from me?”

“Yeah, I got something.”

“I don’t think I need anything from you.”

“Tch, you really are an insufferable brat.”

The man’s forehead veins popped for a moment.

But he quickly recovered his sleazy grin.

“Brat, leave all your money behind. If you do, I’ll let you off with just a little pain,” he snickered.

Another man appeared from behind the bandaged man, and yet another to block my escape route.

Is that it?

Just three of them?

What a disappointment.

If they were planning something big, I thought they would have hired about ten members from a back-alley guild.

3 points out of a possible 100 for their performance.

If this is the thug’s role-play, I might give them full marks for their low-life character portrayal.

That’s how good it is.

However, if they truly intend to PK me ––

–what a nuisance.

“Please go away. I’m sorry, but I don’t have the time to deal with trash like you.”

“…”

At first, the bandaged man seemed to not understand what I said.

But after a moment, it seems he figured out what I meant.

“You damned brat‼”

His face reddened in a rage.

If he gets any angrier, he might start bleeding from his already broken nose.

“Huh, you heard him, James.”

“Shut up, Darren‼”

The bald, big man named Darren who was behind me, goaded the bandaged man now known as James.

They’re starting a fight among themselves after initiating a PK?

They’re really third rate.

No, worse than third rate.

“But seriously? Does that brat really have money?”

“Ask Joe about the damned money!”

“What’s goin’ on, Joe?”

“It’s true! I saw the kid gettin’ gold at the guild counter last night when I happened to be walkin’ by.”

Now they started arguing about whether I really have money.

My attention turns to the small man standing next to James – Joe.

Sigh…

Enough of this.

I’ll just kill them all.