Infinite Origin Summoner:Rise of Good for Nothing Extra-Chapter 37: Confrontation and Consequences

Seeing Zarek walking over on his own, the crowd’s faces lit up with burning fury. Even after committing all the heinous acts, he had the guts to walk toward them proudly instead of running like a coward.

The emotions of men and women churned. However, Zarek was completely oblivious to their anger, or he simply didn’t care—no one could tell what exactly was the case.

Zarek stopped when there was less than three meters of distance between him and his enemies. His eyes, completely devoid of emotion, scanned the faces of everyone present.

Some looked as if they couldn’t wait to strangle him to death.

One woman with a slightly delicate appearance looked as if she wanted to skin him alive piece by piece.

On the other hand, a young man in his late twenties looked at him with a gaze that seemed to want him to just die.

Seeing their expressions and their hatred for him, Zarek’s expression didn’t change. If he was in their shoes, his reaction would have been no different.

Internally he sighed as he remembered everything about the young master of the Silversword family.

A talentless rich son of a super powerful family, abusing powers to bully the weak.

All in all, he was a third-rate villain that died under the main character’s hand to start one of the major conflicts of the story—an extremely talented young man against the established powerhouse of the continent, a conflict that many underdogs came to relate with.

And now Zarek seemed to have switched places with that guy. Now that he had that guy’s identity, he also needed to bear the karma.

However, now something had changed. If earlier this third-rate villain needed to rely on the family’s powers to bully the weak, now he didn’t.

With that thought in mind, Zarek raised his hand to make sure that everyone was looking at him.

"I don’t care what happened in the past. I will let bygones be bygones, so please don’t waste my time and go on your own ways."

Instead of calming down the crowd, his words were like a switch that flipped the crowd on their heads.

"Bastard, what did you say?" The beautiful woman with the slender figure was the first to lash out.

"Just how arrogant can someone be? Even after doing all of that, there is not a single hint of regret on his face!"

Zarek silently listened, his expression turning colder with each passing moment. To deal with the current mess, he had two options: first, to own up to all the acts of his predecessor and apologize; and second was to not care about these people at all.

With his experience in his first life, Zarek preferred the second option.

People preferred cutting the necks of persons who bowed their heads in apology, and not just that—once you go down, there was no way to get up.

Next moment he raised his hand again and coldly said: "This is your last warning. If you don’t scram in three seconds, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

By the time Zarek finished speaking, the coldness in his voice seemed to have frozen the air itself.

"How...!" Alexander, watching this scene from a distance with a somewhat perplexed gaze, felt as if he was seeing Zarek for the first time.

Gone was the warmness from the first encounter, replaced entirely by sharp-edged coldness.

White Death also watched everything closely with slight interest in her eyes. Although she heard that the young master of the Silversword family was a notorious villain, the aura radiated by him said something else.

The crowd who was staring hatefully a moment ago also had a sudden change in expression. They could tell something about Zarek had changed—it was like watching a snake suddenly grow wings.

As such, some unconsciously took one step back, their backs drenched in cold sweat.

Meanwhile, Zarek’s three-second countdown continued:

"Three..."

"Two..."

Each of these words echoed like thunder on a clear day, shaking the minds of all the awakeners present.

Meanwhile, a few willed individuals were unable to hold any longer. They shouted at the top of their lungs:

"He is a monster...!"

"Bastard Zarek, you will die a brutal death!"

"You demon, I hope a monster eats you alive one day!"

Before Zarek could even finish his countdown, of the original ten, only three individuals remained: the cold-faced young man, the beautiful woman, and finally an old man that had remained hidden in plain sight all this time.

"One!" Zarek finished his countdown, his eyes briefly scanning the figure of the old man. Of all the three present, the only one who could make him feel a little bit threatened was this old man, but only a little bit of threat.

Next moment, a small smile appeared on Zarek’s face as he looked at the three individuals. His mouth opened and an extremely cold voice echoed in the minds of the three like a death sentence:

"Don’t cry that I didn’t warn you before."

With these words, the mana inside Zarek’s veins flared. Even though no wind was blowing, his hair started to rustle wildly. All three of Zarek’s opponents felt as if someone had placed thousands of tons of weight on their bodies.

Just as Zarek was about to take action, a passionate voice came from behind:

"There is no need to dirty your noble hands for these lowlifes, Master. I will take care of them for you."

It was the high goblin princess Zerin who had spoken. She confidently walked forward and stopped in between Zarek and the three enemies.

However, before Zerin could speak again, Zarek opened his mouth and coldly said:

"No need. I will take care of them myself."

Zarek knew Zerin wanted to genuinely help him, but if he took her help now, these three clowns would think he was a weak individual who needed others’ help to survive, hence their guts would grow, which would lead to endless trouble in the future. Zarek couldn’t allow that.

"But..." Zerin seemingly wanted to protest, but Zarek gave her another look and the high goblin princess immediately shut up, no longer daring to go against his words.

Jack was a normal awakener living his everyday life along with his daughter in the countryside, far away from all the hustle and bustle.

He lived a simple but contentful life. However, one day everything changed.

His daughter Rosie, who had gone to attend the annual fair, suddenly died and the cause of her death—a carriage ran over her.

Jack was heartbroken and furious. He wanted the perpetrator to face the consequences. However, he soon realized the monster who killed his daughter was allowed to move scot-free after paying a little fine.

Beyond furious, Jack decided to confront the man himself—the young master of the Silversword family.

When Jack asked him why he killed his daughter, the monster actually stopped and responded. Jack, even after such a long time, could remember:

"Old man, why are you making such a fuss? She was destined to die anyway, so what if she died a few decades earlier? What difference does it make?"

Jack was so angry that he wanted to eat the so-called young master alive, but maybe it was the anger or something else—he was able to control himself.

This incident forced one ordinary man to turn extraordinary, to make sure that his daughter received the justice that she deserved.

Jack sold his house and joined an awakener school to get a dungeon diving license. After completing his study, he dived in the dungeon to grow stronger. Life was harsh—because of his old age, no one wanted to party up with him. After days of struggles in the first floors of the easiest dungeons, he managed to grow strong enough.

As if even the heavens heard his prayer, he received the news—the target of his revenge was found outside, running for his life alone.

Jack immediately forgot about everyone and chased.

And yet now the scene in front of him caused him to question reality.

Ever since he was young, Jack believed in learning that no matter how strong evil was, it was only good which would prevail in the end. Then why was this bastard getting so stupidly strong?

Before Jack could continue thinking, he saw a fireball suddenly appear—saw a ball of fire filling the corner of his vision—and then everything went black.

Zarek looked at the three corpses lying on the ground, his heartbeat steady. He had just killed someone in cold blood and felt nothing.

The little bit of guilt that he felt disappeared when his eyes landed on the blue windows that had filled his vision the moment he killed the three awakeners:

[Level 5 human killed]

[Level 4 human killed]

[Level 9 human killed]

In this world there existed only two sets of people: either prey or predator. There was no in between.

If he hadn’t killed these people, they would have killed him without a doubt.

No matter how much Zarek tried to justify his actions, in the end he was someone born and raised in the twenty-first century. The weight of murder still weighed heavily on his mind.

White Death and Alexander simply watched, not interfering. To them this was a very common occurrence. After all, killing was like second nature to them—every day they killed others to grow stronger, as such they didn’t interfere.