Chapter 103: B2: C3: Evil Little Sister 1
A part of Zarian’s Fractured Mind saw the old Gilbert, a big, blue-eyed, straw-haired, stereotypical American that could’ve played lineman in the NFL. Here in the World of Castles and Caverns, dressed in the runic leather armor of the Wolf Dragon Hunter suits, Gilbert also looked like a half-charming, half-barbaric, warrior prince.
The full beard on his chin fitted him. He shouldn’t shave it anymore. The beard might cushion the force of Zarian’s punches, especially the last one he landed.
For some reason, Zarian struck with way more oomph than normal. He was not relying too much on his Level 0 skills for buffing his body, like Willful Might, Wondrous Speed, and Mystic Toughness.
Yet, he knocked Gilbert off his feet and sent him flying back into a small garrison building, busting straight through the stone wall.
“Huh,” Zarian said, glancing at his knuckles. “I shouldn’t be hitting this hard.”
“Is that because of your ancient lineage showing through?” Naomi asked, standing off to the side.
Zarian shrugged.
Naomi continued to watch from the sidelines. There was nobody else nearby except for one acolyte, Amabel.
The girl hid mostly behind a different stone building while peeking out. She shivered when Zarian’s attention landed on her, but she didn’t run away.