Eren and Goo moved slowly toward the boy.
The noise of the crowd behind them faded, dissolving into a distant haze. Within moments, Eren was standing right beside him.
Suddenly, a thunderous impact echoed.
Eren's fist struck true.
With a single blow, the boy was launched into the air and slammed into the ground in a cloud of dust.
"Goo," Eren said coldly,
"bind him and follow me."
"Yes, Young Master," Goo replied without hesitation.
Eren turned toward the alley and moved forward at a fast pace.
"Help me!"
A heavy voice echoed from inside the alley.
It sounded terrified… too terrified.
Eren understood everything in an instant.
Then something went wrong.
The people he was looking at began to blur, as if dissolving into the air. Then Merry started to fade as well.
Eren stopped.
Completely frozen.
"…What?" His voice dropped.
"Where are you disappearing to?" he shouted.
"Stop!"
At that moment, green and blue light flared beneath Eren's feet.
Whoosh—!
The air tore apart.
The ground trembled.
Eren vanished.
But before he disappeared completely, the entire scene in front of him was already erased.
The next instant, a wall appeared before him.
Too close.
Too sudden.
He tried to stop himself with all his strength, but his body refused to obey. Everything was happening far too fast.
Eren shut his eyes.
Crash!
The sound of impact rang out.
But… there was no pain.
Seconds passed. Maybe more.
When nothing happened, Eren slowly opened his eyes.
He was in a completely different room.
Not luxurious, yet not cheap.
Thick wooden tables.
Dim lamps hanging on the walls.
The air was thick with the sharp stench of alcohol, sweat, and smoke.
The room was packed with people.
Some were laughing.
Some were shouting heated arguments.
Others were slumped over chairs, completely drunk.
But one man stood apart.
Clad entirely in black.
His face hidden.
A chill ran down Eren's spine.
The moment he saw him, his body stiffened on its own. His heartbeat skipped.
"No…"
Eren immediately looked away.
He knew that if he stared any longer, something terrible would happen.
His gaze shifted to the other side.
The same people—the ones who had faded moments ago—were here.
And among them was Merry.
Someone was gripping her arms. Someone else had covered her mouth. She struggled with all her strength, but no sound escaped.
Something inside Eren shattered.
"Stop."
His voice wasn't loud.
Yet the entire room froze.
Laughter died midair.
Glasses halted just short of lips.
The hands holding Merry went rigid.
A tall, broad-shouldered man turned around. There was no drunken haze in his eyes. He smiled faintly.
"Looks like," he said,
"today's entertainment walked in on its own."
The others laughed.
Eren said nothing.
He stepped forward.
The first man—staggering drunk, bottle in hand—lunged at him.
Eren didn't slow down.
Boom!
One punch.
The man was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall.
The room erupted.
"Kill him!"
Two men attacked at once—one from the right, one from the left.
Eren ducked.
An elbow slammed into the first man's stomach.
A punch cracked against the second man's jaw.
Crack!
Both collapsed to the floor.
Then the tall man stepped forward.
His strike was straight.
Fast.
Perfectly controlled.
Eren raised his arm and blocked.
Thud!
The impact forced both of them back.
Eren's eyebrow lifted slightly.
"Oh…"
The man smiled.
"You're not the first," he said,
"to come here thinking you're a hero."
He advanced again.
So did Eren.
Boom!
Their punches collided.
The air trembled.
The others backed away.
This fight wasn't theirs.
They circled each other.
Strike.
Counterstrike.
Neither retreated.
Eren's breathing grew faster,
but his mind remained calm.
A faint green-blue glow appeared beneath his feet.
The man noticed—and laughed.
"So you're one too—"
He suddenly ducked and drove a blow into Eren's ribs.
Thud!
A wave of pain surged through his body.
Eren slid back but didn't fall.
He smiled.
"Good," he said.
"Otherwise, it wouldn't be fun."
The room descended into chaos.
Fists.
Kicks.
Bodies crashing into walls.
Merry curled up on the floor, trembling.
Eren glanced at her—just for a moment.
And in that moment—
The man seized his chance.
A straight punch slammed into Eren's face.
Blood filled his mouth.
The room spun for a second.
Eren straightened.
Now there was something else in his eyes.
Not anger.
Not fear.
Joy.
It felt like something inside him had shifted.
Like he was sensing something different.
Eren and the tall, broad-shouldered man stood facing each other again.
Both of them were drenched in sweat.
Thin drops of blood dripped slowly from their bodies onto the floor.
The room no longer resembled what it once was—chairs lay overturned, tables were shattered, and the walls were scarred with the marks of fists.
Anyone watching could tell.
They were evenly matched.
Eren couldn't injure him easily.
And the man couldn't injure Eren easily either.
Eren's fist shot forward once more.
The man dodged and countered with a kick.
Eren blocked with his arm—
Pain surged through his entire body.
His ribs were already injured.
Now the pain dug even deeper.
The man wasn't unharmed either.
A deep scratch ran across his arm, blood flowing freely.
The two locked eyes.
Then—
Eren smiled faintly, the taste of blood still on his tongue.
"You're… good."
The man grinned back, baring his teeth.
"You're not bad either, kid," he said.
"But this ends here for you."
They lunged again.
Punches.
Kicks.
Elbows.
With every strike, the room shook harder.
Eren's breathing grew ragged.
His right arm was going numb.
A dark bruise formed beneath the man's eye.
At that moment, footsteps echoed from the door behind him.
Another man entered.
A black coat.
A rigid face.
Cold, emotionless eyes.
He stepped beside the man fighting Eren.
The two glanced at each other and smiled.
"You're late," the newcomer said.
"No," the first replied calmly.
"You're right on time."
Eren looked at them.
His heart pounded violently.
Two of them now.
And both were Eneristers.
The newcomer slowly drew a short blade from his waist.
Blue light shimmered along its edge.
He moved straight toward Eren.
The intent to kill was unmistakable.
Eren stepped back.
His breathing came in broken gasps.
Merry was still curled up in the corner, eyes wide, breathing fast.
Inside, a thought surfaced in Eren's mind—
Escaping is almost impossible now.
But if I abandon Merry… I might survive.
Then—
The man dressed in black, who had been standing silently in the corner all this time—
His face hidden—
Suddenly moved.
Whoosh—!
The air split apart.
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