Beaten

Flames began throbbed in the depth of the night. The old man had black blood in between his hair, and a unspeakably strange ancient sword was stuck in its head.

Suddenly, it moved, lifting up the little guy in one move. Then, it swung its palm in an arc before striking it on the little guy’s body. His strength was astonishing, making even the little guy whose body was incredibly powerful feel an unendurable pain.

He almost cursed out to no end. After kind-heartedly finding and returning the sword, he did not receive any rewards yet was beaten up instead! What was this?

The little guy struggled with all his might, but this ghostly grandpa’s strength surpassed even his. That hand swinging seemed like a millstone as it spanked his bottom no stop.

“Your uncle1!” He was truly angry. How could he have such bad luck. This was the first time that he had been beaten by another person, and it was by an old ghost who owed him.