Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!

"Igor, are you alright?" Roxanne asked softly, her lips trembling with both worry and restrained fury.

In response, Igaris stood up slowly, brushing dust off his clothes, and cracked a faint smile.

"I'm fine, Mother. See."

Surprisingly, the bruises from the slap had vanished, as if they'd never existed. It seemed even minor wounds were no match for his evolving body.

But the cold glint in his eyes betrayed the calm on his face.

He had memorized the faces of every man in that group.

For this slap—one day he would return it tenfold.

Roxanne, feeling reassured by his smile, nodded quietly and turned to resume her daily work, though a part of her remained cautious.

Left alone, Igaris and Isadora stood gazing at each other under the pale morning light.

"Brother... why?" Isadora asked, her voice clear and serious, devoid of her usual childishness. "Why didn't you fight back?"

Igaris didn't respond right away.