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  After testing quite a few more times, I came to realize that I’m now ten times strohan before.

  Both my body, mind and soul are enhanced and different.

  I should be happy I guess? Though I miss home still, this experience has beed me a lot, and besides, I know and am sure that someday, I’ll find myself bae.

  Looking arouhe previous peaceful pce is now littered with scattered specks of dirt and pebbles, as if some kids have decided to py here.

  Saying my farewells, I grabbed my ass and started walking back to the main road.

  I may or may not hitch a ride from ongoing carts, hopefully, kindness is more rampant in the past pared to the future or I might have to walk for entire weeks just to get to another civilization.

  As much as I want to join Serafall in whatever mission she’s currently doing, I have to go on my own way, find some way to get bae, and maybe, get stronger on the way.

  This world is littered with Gods and alike, I might rength as my ride.

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  “ChamCham?” Entering the dipidated building where she st left Chamber, Serafall, covered in small bruises and blood that weren’t hers, looked around inside, searg for her new friend.

  “He’s not here?” Serafall muttered to herself, feeling quite dishearteo see him gone.

  ‘Hopefully, we’ll see each ain. We will, right?’

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  Meanwhile, the main suspect of Serafall’s downcast just met with a few iing people.

  “Alright pretty boy, you’re quite far from Mama, aren’t you?” Standing in front of me were a bunch of what I would call, medieval times bandits.

  They don’t look bad and I would like to appud their on-time appearance!

  What else is the best way to practiething other than real people?

  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t justify killing but in my line of work as a sorcerer, killing is a must if necessary.

  Ever heard of exorcist? Yeah, it was actually us, Sorcerers who deals with possessions and such things.

  After all, sorcerers were created to battle otherworldly enemies, including devils possessing mortals, aliens, and such.

  “Hey, kid? You okay? Where is your mind going off to? Look, you might be o this kind of thing, so just hand everything you have and you pass.” A man with two scars on his face, who I assumed to be their leader, stepped forward with a kind look on his face.

  Does he think I’m a helpless child with no idea of the world’s cruelty?

  Huh, amazing. I wasn’t expeg bandits from the past to be this kind to children.

  And here I thought pedophilia was legal during medieval times.

  “I’m sorry mister, but as you see, I don’t have any, I just got here.” To prove my words to him, I ied my hands into my pocket and pulled it out, showing its emptio them.

  “Sigh, look kid, it seems you don’t know what you’re i. We’re bandits, you know, what your mama always used to tell you about?” The leader with a scar sighed and expined, it was as if he wasn’t ag like a bandit.

  “I know what you are, but what do you wao do then? Like I said earlier, I have nothing with me.” Once again, I sighed, repeating the exact same words I just said earlier.

  Was the education system so backward during this time that the man in front of me couldn’t even uand that I didn’t have anything to give him?

  Not to mention, how he even expect a ‘kid’ like me to carry a valuable item? Like the man said, I’m just a ‘kid’, right?

  No wohis guy resorted to being a bandit.

  As much as possible, I don’t want to cause any bloodshed, especially since I just got here and I have no idea how mythical beings in this world work.

  I don’t want to be careless and reveal my inhumane capabilities, only to meet an angel brandishing his sword to my he very day.

  “…Brothers. Rough him up.” The bandit leader, squinting his eyes at me, issued a and to his subordinates behind him.

  Sigh. This is going to where exactly I think it is, right?

  Right as the bandit came up in front of me with the malicious iion of pulling me upside down in hopes of miraculously dropping cash, I made my move.

  I was stuo notice that the man’s movements were slow, too slow.

  As if even a newborn baby could react to this.

  Much to the man’s surprise, the ‘kid’ he’s uimating, dodged to the side, avoiding his punch.

  With a swift move of my fist, it was already embedded in the man’s face. Despite my small stature pared to the muscur man in front of me, my punot only inflicted pain on the man but also threw him backward, crashing toward his panions like a bowling ball.

  “How is this kid s?” The leader shouted in shock, his earlier fidence slightly wavering.

  With just a single punch, five of his men were already down.

  Meanwhile, for me, I was staring at my own fist in surprise, not expeg such strength to e from me.

  Is this how strong devils around the Mid-css are? If so, I ’t imagihe strength of the High-css devils and those above like the infamous four Satans.

  Just thinking about it made me shiver inexplicably.

  I should keep a low profile until I find a way to increase my strength.

  Staying as a Mid-css devil is a big no-no.

  Should I maybe ask Serafall or Ajuka on his to get stronger? Maybe devils have their ways to get one.

  Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized that the leader had already issued a and to his rades.

  “All of you go! Take him out, he’s alohinking that overwhelmih numbers would get the job done, I mused at his strategy.

  Don’t get me wrong, It's a good tactic, but a bit dumb also as it won’t work on someone like myself.

  I’m traio hahings like this you know.

  The first three who were faster thahers quickly arrived in front of me, their fists cocked back, prepared to deliver their strikes.

  All of these movements were caught by my eye, as if I was equipped with the legendary Sharingan from the world of Naruto.

  Not only they’re so slow, but my brain was also calg what I should do ialiation.

  By the end of almost 10 seds in my own perception of time, I finally calcuted the most suitable a.

  I don’t o use any of my repertoire of magic spells and skills, within just a single blink of ahe first man was already down on the ground, his nose bleeding.

  Another blink and the other two joihe first.

  The leader, blinking his eyes repeatedly, couldn’t believe what he just watched.

  He rubbed his eyes, assuming that he was just halluating.

  After all, how three grown mehemselves knocked out by a child who looks no older than fifteen?

  Not to mention, it only took two blinks for it to happen.

  “This…” Gulping his saliva, he looked at the rest of his men and saw that there were just the five of them left.

  ‘Now what yonna do?’ I thought to myself while squinting my eyes at the man.

  He brought this upon himself so obviously, he should take responsibility and face the sequences.

  To my expectations, the man was forced to charge himself.

  “Hahh!” Screaming at the top of his lungs as if it would help increase his strength, the bandit leader proudly and bravely ran towards me, brandishing his sharp bde.

  His men behind him, perhaps touched by his ce and bravery, also brandished their bdes and followed suit.

  To be ho, I was surprised by this oute, I was expeg something cliche like the leader running away with his tail between his legs or using his remaining panions to buy himself time to escape.

  But instead, they charged towards me with unyielding will aermination.

  ‘Is this how bandits act during this era? I was expeg them to be a bunch of cowards who are only bold when they have the advantage in numbers.’ While muttering to myself, the leader has already arrived in front of me, bringing down his bde towards me with the iion to kill.

  Resisting the urge to put my defeo the test by doing nothing, however, that would simply be too reckless.

  I’m not even sure how durable I am.

  What if I’m just twice as durable as a normal human? I would still find myself hacked to bleed by the bde.

  So I dodged to the side and watched as the bde sliced the ground instead.

  Stepping forward and stomping on the bde, log it in pce, I delivered a punch to the man’s face, f him to crou the ground out of pain. I could see his nose bending sideways, blood seeping out of his nostrils.

  Damn, that was just a casual punch from me and I already inflicted such damage?

  At the same time, I jured a simple wind spell that broke through the ranks of bandits behind him, causing them to feel a strong push on their chests and fall to the ground.

  Finishing the job, I gave the bandit leader o look before deg to give him a sed life.

  Hey, who knows, maybe someday we’ll meet again and he will be a ged man by then.

  Walking past the defeated bandits groaning in pains, a voiterrupted my leave.

  “W-Who are you?” Still clutg his he bandit leader mustered a ce to ask me a question.

  His questions resonated within me.

  Who am I?

  Sure I could say that I’m Chamberi does it really matter? I’m in a new world once again and if I want to, I could take on a new identity.

  Should I start calling myself A One in this world? But I’m not a and old, I don't have the experiend knowledge of the A One herself.

  I’m just someone who was banished from two of my previous worlds.

  That’s when it finally dawned upon me.

  I was indeed banished from both my inal world and the Marvel Universe.

  I think I finally have a name suitable for myself that serves as what I experienced and new identity.

  So with a smooth turn of my head behind, I stared directly at the bandit leader’s eyes and uttered.

  “You call me, The Tarnished.” And with that, I resumed my walk a.

  Maybe someday once I’m old enough, I will ge it and start calling myself the A One.

  Too bad that would be hundreds of years iure.

  Unbeknownst to me, a stra enigmatic look appeared in the bandit leader’s eyes.

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  The journey ahead me was, how do I say this. Fasating? Its like I was living in one of those adventure like world.

  Its been two days since my enter with those bandits and I finally came across a settlement.

  Though it is more like a vilge, despite the small territory, it was still bustling with people and activities.

  Caravans passing in and out, people going on their own days and several shops selling what I assume to be ors and wooden carvings.

  Maybe it is this vilge’s specialty? Sculptures and carvings.

  Thankfully the gates of the vilge wasn’t like the ones depicted in fi where I have to pay some sort of fee to enter.

  Maybe its because the vilge is small and in need of tourists to enhaheir ey so they would rather take as much visitors as possible instead of f a payment for entry which would just sway them to leave.

  As soon as I entered after giving a nod of greet to the gate’s guard who looks more like a farmer but with a dull sword, I was met with the vibrant streets of the vilge.

  I could see some notable buildings like taverns and stables to house tourists’ horses.

  Obviously, my first destination is the tavern. I haven’t got a food and dri since arriving in this world.

  And besides, what else is the best pce to gather information but the tavern itself?

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  [ Chapter: Ch. 9 - Entering a kind old man]