Ch 6: The Devil in Disguise: If you give something to me then I will too

"Ahhhh! Fuck you, damn it! My face!" Kaji screamed, clutching his injured face as anger ignited like a wave of fire within him.

"Die!" With a primal roar, he leaped at Lucifer like a wild cat. Jimbu, seeing his friend Kaji hit in the face with a rock, followed suit, ready to seek vengeance.

"You son of a bitch, I'll kill you, just—" Another rock hit his shoulder, sending a wave of pain through his body, but he still managed to shout, "Damn it! Brother Jimbu, don't let him get away! Catch him! I need to kill this bastard!" Blood dribbled down Kaji's face, rage burning in his eyes like a furnace.

"Toad like a beggar! You'll pay for what you just did to our brother Kaji! Just wait until I catch you!" Jimbu spoke nastily, his voice was lacing with anger.

"Ohh, and?" Lucifer stood calmly amidst the chaos, a twisted grin creeping across his face. 'Oh, earning hatred points like this is faster than I thought,' he mused, seeing he was gaining more hatred points through their negative emotions.

As Kaji and Jimbu closed in, Lucifer took a low stance, preparing to use his Low-level Kickboxing technique for the imminent onslaught.

When they were just a meter apart, Jimbu swung a powerful punch, but it lacked finesse. Lucifer ducked low, avoiding the punch, and countered with a lightning-fast jab to Jimbu's chin.

Pachak!

The impact echoed in the silent alley as Jimbu's head snapped back with a satisfying thud. Without wasting a second, Lucifer followed up with a brutal kick to Jimbu's midsection, sending him crashing to the ground, dust flying up from the impact.

Kaji was horrified. 'How could this beggar-looking brat be so powerful?' he thought, stunned for a fraction of a second.

Ignoring the fallen Jimbu, Lucifer then charged towards Kaji, who was already weakened by the impact of the rock.

Seeing Lucifer was charging towards him his body began to tremble from the fear.

[Gained 1 Hatred Point (Fear)]

"Brother! Little Brother! No! Big Brother Boss, please! Let's just talk about this nicely yeah? Please…" Kaji said, panic flooding his voice as he moved back shitless.

Seizing the moment, Jimbu struggled to his feet but determination ignited his spirit, to beat the hell up the white-hair brat like a beggar before him. He charged at Lucifer from behind—sneakily.

However,

Of course, Lucifer was already anticipating this kind of move from these thugs. Surviving through street life from a young age, his instinct had already become like a razor-sharp.

"Take this, you vagabond!" Jimbu yelled delivering a desperate kick at Lucifer, but just like that, Lucifer caught Jimbu's leg effortlessly, his grip was like an iron cage.

"Hell no, this guy is at the Mid-level of Dawnbringer?" both Kaji and Jimbu was shocked, as bewilderment washed over them when they could see that the person seemed to be a bit younger than them, yet he was this stronger? and he had been playing with them since the very start?

one thing they were wrong was, that Lucifer was not that strong they were just pitifully weak.

"Son of a bi—" Jimbu started, but his words faltered as he saw the cold glint in Lucifer's eyes. "No, no, big brother, mercy, let me go. I have a sick mother at home who is waiting for this pitiful boy," he appealed shamelessly, desperation dripping from his voice.

All Lucifer responded with was a heavy punch to Jimbu's face, the sound of bone crunching reverberating through the alley. Pachak!

"Fuck it! Let's settle this first, then we can talk nicely later, Mister Thug Stranger," Lucifer sneered, cracking his knuckles while fear crept into both Jimbu and Kaji's minds as they realized the precariousness of their situation. 'We are in deep shithole.'

With a feral grin, Lucifer unleashed a series of punches and kicks indifferently, not showing any mercy they begged, each one was landing with brutal precision. Kaji and Jimbu tried to fight back, throwing wild punches, but they were no match for Lucifer's wildness. Each time they landed a hit, it felt more like a desperate plea than a real attack.

"Ouch!" Kaji cried out, clutching his ribs as Lucifer's fist connected with his side.

"Thereh!" Jimbu screamed, drunkenly slipping back from a forceful uppercut.

"Uh!" Kaji lowly grunted, the world spinning as he took another blow.

"Don't do it! Son of a bit— Sorry… Big Brother, please forgive us! Ahhhhhh… I am dying." Kaji gasped, his voice breaking under the weight of pain.

"Help! Someone, anyone! This demon is crazy! He's going to kill us! Do something! Please." Jimbu's voice howled in anguish, painfully, and echoed through the alley.

"Mommy!" Kaji's screamed out loud, filled with fear and desperation.

Cruel fate— they felt each second was like hell for them. Their scream was blending into a cacophony of desperation.

After what felt like an eternity of brutal punches and merciless kicks, Lucifer finally paused, his breath coming in steady huffs, being a little tired of a series of attacks.

He had vented his all anger, leaving Kaji and Jimbu battered and broken as their bodies were thrown into the same trash where he had landed.

"Thanks, big guys, for letting me beat you up so nicely… your name will be heard through the legend," he said with a sardonic grin, cleaning his knuckles on their clothes before walking away, leaving them to wallow in their humiliation.

"…"

Lying there, Kaji and Jimbu shared a silent understanding. 'Mommy, who the hell is this devil? Damn my luck. From now on, I won't step out of the house...' They thought, utterly defeated and unable to move.

Nearby, a group of people finally reached the scene, drawn by the scream and cry of their misery.

"Are you guys fine? What happened? Who did this to you? Tell us, and we will fuck them up," someone from the group said angrily, fists clenched.

"Argghh… Do we look fine to you? You guys are so fast that we've already finished our lunch, and the person is already gone. Just carry us to a nearby clinic, or we might die for real." Jimbu groaned, his voice barely a whisper as pain radiated through his body.

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[Hatred Points: 40]

Lucifer nodded calmly but didn't use the points immediately, unsure of what to spend them on. As he walked through the streets, he observed the world around him, the vibrant life contrasting with the chaos he had just unleashed.

Still, the lives of the surrounding people were quite tragic; commoners could be seen sleeping on the side of the road, while rich people showed disgust on their faces. Lucifer did not care about any of it. He was neither a justice maniac nor aligned with any side.

In other words, he was narcissistic.

As he walked, he slowed down when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a shop window, which baffled him to his core.

"Is that me?" he muttered, massaging his face to confirm if it was really him. His hair was white like a Galanthus Nivalis, his eye color was red like Crimson Clover, and his muscles were more defined—lean and fit. Though his appearance was not unrecognizable, he knew others might need some time to recognize him now.

'Looks like a lot has changed after getting a second chance,' Lucifer pondered, a sense of gratitude washing over him. His previous self had been a vessel of too many painful memories, and this new visage felt like a rebirth.

As he walked, the hate and anger within him began to rise, but he calmed down for now, channeling it into focus. After a while, he stopped, his expression turning cold as ice. A volcano of rage erupted from deep within him as he looked at the house in front of him.