The Savior

The world is a big ocean with many kind of different fishes. Others are born with luck, who everyone obeyed to, while others are born with bad luck, who will only become preys to the ones above them.

A person who possessed a great attack power is called a Wielder. Wielders are usually hired to protect the Associators, the leaders who are running the society. The Wielders exist to protect the associators and the people who are in need.

As this is a great rare role, it comes with a great reward too. Because of this, others are addicted to be a wielder just to gain influence, money and power.

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There were a lot of guys coming for me. They all laughed while cracking their muscles and hands. They are like lions who are about to eat a little bird alive.

I'm down in the ground, nervous and feeling terrified, but I couldn't let these guys win. I need to stand against these bastards whose goals in life are twisted.

"Say it again, you damn stupid kid. You're going to be what? The best Wielder in the world? Hahahah" The guy said as they all laughed and taking another step forward to me.

"I will never stop saying this. I will be the best Wielder in the world who will help powerless people. At least this 17 year old kid's goals are better than yours! Wanted to be the best so you can gamble all the money and exploit women?! Your minds are twisted as your goals!"

I said it out loud, but before I could even take a deep breath, their auras turned dark and all 5 of them swing their hands in sync to hit me.

I think just a single hit from one of those guys would impair me forever, but what if all 5 of them will hit me at the same time? Not only I will be injured for the rest of my life, but for worst I'll be dead!

Their hands all lift as they are about to hit me, but a stranger suddenly appeared in my front and stopped them.

I can feel the strong wind surrounding this guy, and as I looked at his back, he's like a lion who's going to devour 5 goats. The 5 guys who bullied me were startled. They all looked amused and terrified at the same time how was a single person able to block their attack. And the biggest question they have in their minds is;

"Who the f*ucking hell are you!?"

"5 middle aged men ganging up together against a small kid? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

"Just answer us! Who the hell are you to interrupt us when we're having fun?"

The guy who saved me grabbed something from his pocket, as he does this, the 5 muscular guys who bullied me all flinched.

He grabbed something from his pocket and showed it to the bullies. It's like a card with his face and name on it, but the card is not like the other common business cards, the card is shining brilliant as it looks like it's made out of gold.

"N-no way, you're one of the Randiko's guards!?" The bullies are stuttering. They all bowed down to him and apologized. After a few seconds they all ran fast away from the scene.

The guy who saved me extended his hand and helped me get up from the ground. I thanked him and asked how can I even repay his kindness. He smiled at me and said;

"No, thanks to you." Then he turned around and disappeared without a trace.

Thanks.. to.. me? What does he mean by that? Did I do something good to him? I even forgot to ask what his name was, but I will surely remember his face forever so I can repay him when I see him someday again.