In Orario, and indeed the entire world, there were only mistaken names, but never mistaken nicknames.
Among the Rudra Familia remnant trio, "Black Hawk" excelled at scouting, and "Water River Demon" was skilled in underwater combat.
"Night Ghost" had the highest status values among them. He had once fought two Level 2 Ganesha Familia members at night and killed both of them. He earned his fame in that battle, making the Ganesha Familia hate him to the core. Now, he was instantly killed by Roy.
The Murasame pierced his heart, and blood stained his clothes. "Night Ghost" stared at Roy in disbelief, then his body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Roy did not linger. After instantly killing "Night Ghost," he immediately shifted his target to "Water River Demon," pulling out the Murasame and slashing at him.
The fierce sword light swept toward the man's neck.
"Water River Demon" was terrified, but he was indeed a master of underwater combat. His body was very flexible. He forcefully twisted his body, avoiding the fatal strike.
"A-A-A-A-A-H!"
"Water River Demon" screamed as he stumbled backward. A bloody piece of flesh flew off—the sword edge had still sliced off one of his ears.
"You damned brat!"
From killing "Night Ghost" to slicing off "Water River Demon's" ear, Roy took less than one second for the entire process. At this point, "Black Hawk" finally reacted, delivering a powerful shoulder bash, throwing his entire body into Roy.
The two bodies collided head-on.
Surprisingly, Roy, whose figure was far less imposing than "Black Hawk," didn't budge. He stood firm as a mountain, his feet rooted to the spot, unshakeable. "No way!"
The man's face drastically changed. He instantly realized that Roy's status values were far superior to his own. Roy's smile seemed like the smirk of the God of Death. "Black Hawk" backed away, trying to escape.
Roy activated his magic. Golden lightning surged from his palm, crackling with a hint of blood-red current, filled with killing intent. The special effect of the Wind-Chasing Boots had not yet faded. Roy lunged forward, easily catching up to him, and slammed a lightning sphere into "Black Hawk's" back.
Boom!
"Black Hawk" shrieked hysterically. He fell face-first, smashing into the ground.
Roy finished the job without hesitation, swinging the Murasame. The cold sword light severed the man's head.
In the moment Roy was dealing with "Black Hawk," the man nicknamed "Water River Demon" had slipped away, fleeing frantically towards the back mountain. This was the Dark Faction; they never fought an uphill battle. Seeing the situation turn against them, they immediately ran.
That was why Roy needed to sneak in. If he had only killed one person, the other two would have fled.
If the two had teamed up, being Level 2, they might have lasted longer against Roy. But they chose to run, and the result was being defeated one by one. And it was a swift, one-sided annihilation!
The shocking turn of events on the high platform stunned everyone below, especially the bandits. In the blink of an eye, two of their leaders were killed, their cold corpses lying before them.
They had only two choices: fight Roy to the death, or run.
Their choice was, unsurprisingly, to run!
Roy needed to pursue "Water River Demon" and didn't have time to deal with these small-fry, but he wasn't out of options.
"Come forth!"
Roy's voice was low, like a supreme sovereign commanding his vassals.
Thanks to the Elven Royal Blood, Roy's Level 2 Magic attribute had risen to S-rank. He finally had enough magic power to attempt the tactic he had been conceptualizing.
Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt!
As Roy's command fell, golden lightning erupted from his body, rapidly spreading across the ground. The area within twenty or thirty meters became his domain of thunder.
In this sea of lightning, over a dozen giant wolves, comparable in size to fierce lions and tigers, materialized. Their bodies pulsed with lightning, and their eyes were savage, their claws extended. They were equivalent to Level 1 monsters with all A-rank stats.
"Kill them!"
Roy commanded coldly. Under his control, the dozen fierce wolves lunged at the bandits. Their speed was swift as lightning, and they knew no fear of death. Even the Level 1 remnants of the Rudra Familia would be instantly killed by these wolves, their necks severed, let alone the ordinary people without Falna.
Fully confident in the lightning wolves he had summoned, Roy ran off to chase the "Water River Demon."
Inside the camp, a one-sided slaughter began.
The band of over a hundred bandits was utterly defenseless against the assault of the dozen fierce wolves. They met gruesome ends, torn apart by the wolves, experiencing the world's most brutal despair and fear in their final moments.
The bandits were pale and preoccupied with saving themselves, naturally paying no attention to the people they had captured.
At this moment, the kidnapped people stared blankly at the scene. Surprisingly, the fierce wolves showed no intention of harming them, moving past them to attack the villains.
"Good!!"
Someone shouted, and as if a signal, the crowd erupted in raw emotion, venting the anguish they had suppressed for days, ultimately collapsing into tears. The psychological trauma of watching people burned alive was immense.
Many of them had family and friends killed by the bandits. Now, seeing the brutal bandits annihilated by the giant wolves, they felt immense satisfaction.
After releasing their emotions, everyone's attention returned to the scene they had just witnessed: the two Level 2 remnants of the Rudra Familia were instantly killed by the young man.
"Who was that person?"
"At least a Level 4 adventurer, right?"
The crowd discussed Roy, their expressions shocked.
An adventurer who had spent years in Orario recognized Roy and twitched his mouth. "No, he's Level 2."
A middle-aged man was dumbfounded. "Are Level 2 adventurers in Orario that powerful?"
"What kind of joke are you making? That's the Astraea Familia's 'Bud of Justice'!"
Besides the people from the outside caravan, the adventurers who had been in Orario a fortnight ago and personally witnessed Roy defeat Hyakinthos had strange looks in their eyes. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old black-haired youth with the power to instantly kill Level 2 adventurers, who commanded golden lightning magic—these distinctive features all pointed to one person: "Bud of Justice," Roy!
Hearing the name, everyone was shaken. They were all too familiar with that name. For the past half-month, everyone had been discussing him. The name had spread far and wide.
The fastest-leveling adventurer in history, his fame was comparable to that of Level 5 and Level 6 adventurers.
"Aina, we're saved!" Misha cheered, hugging Aina, waving her arms and legs excitedly.
Aina's pretty face also showed a hint of a relaxed smile. The joy of being rescued from despair filled her heart.
Seven or eight minutes later, Roy returned to the camp.
The Murasame in his hand was still warm with blood, emitting a slight heat. Undeniably, the last Level 2 remnant of the Rudra Familia, the "Water River Demon," had died by his blade.
"It's over!"