Liam flexed his fingers until he created two fists imbued with mana, he wanted to return the favor to the three students who had screwed him over, Leckson being part of the group was no exception.
"Are you sure? You didn't want to hide your Rank? Having attention is the same as having responsibilities. You won't be able to enjoy yourself"
After hearing the Primordial's words, Liam said in his mind with some frustration:
"Should I just forgive them?"
"No, no, no. Ha ha ha. You're very simple. Just be discreet, you understand? I'm going to a bar that sells delicious beers, good luck"
Liam turned his attention to the four students who were talking even though he hadn't been paying attention to them.
"You bastard, you dare to ignore us?"
"I'm sick of you!" Liam exclaimed, swinging his fist.
As it was a weak blow, one of the four students stopped it and kneed Liam.
On the ground, pathetically covering himself from blows and using mana subtly to avoid suffering blows that would hurt him too much.
A student with dyed blonde hair, dark eyes and tanned skin, with an athletic build, spit in Liam's face and said:
"Stay away from Sirem. Or next time I castro you"
The four of them left laughing.
Liam leaned against the wall of the gym, he wasn't sore and the bruises disappeared almost a few seconds later.
There was suppressed anger in his eyes.
...
It was afternoon, there were just a few minutes left until night arrived.
Leckson was smoking in an alley, after having beaten students from another Academy, he had obtained a C rank mallet, which was not bad, but it was not the best either.
"Leckson"
Bang!
Leckson's vision blurred with the tears that came when his nose was broken.
"Who?"
"I'm Liam. Fucking idiot ."
Leckson looked up and saw Liam who was obviously angry.
"You...you were an F rank."
"Why are you scared? Even though they beat me, I never chickened out, that's why they teased me so much?"
"Damn!" Leckson took out his mallet but didn't even swing it.
Liam had snatched the mallet from him and was swinging it easily.
Leckson opened his eyes in fear as he saw the mallet heading towards his face.
Only an centimeter separated the mallet from Leckson's face, whose heart was beating.
Bang!
Liam kneed Leckson, knocking him into some metal and plastic trash cans.
Cough!
Cough!
Leckson felt that his internal organs were hurting and that if he had been hit a little harder the result would have been fatal.
"What do you want?"
"Getting even, I don't think that's wrong."
Leckson gulped as he watched Liam swing the C-Rank mallet with ease.
"You will give those three a strong lesson once a week, you will tell them not to bother me, but you will not tell them the reason, if I find out strange rumors, I will use this mallet to create pulp of flesh and blood with your head"
Bang!
Leckson's mallet was stuck in the ground right in front of his testicles and cock covered by his black pants.
...
"My master was right. Now I feel liberated," Liam thought as he walked back to the mansion where he lived.
At the top of a concrete post, the "Primordial" in the "golden mask" was drinking a drink of beer and at that moment he said:
"Ha ha ha. See? Isn't he a nice, funny guy? He'll make it happen."
"You're crazy," came the response of a beautiful and captivating female voice.
Then the Primordial disappeared and went to the bar again because his beer was gone.
...
In her clean and feminine room, Alexia, dressed in night clothes, was happily looking at her silver magic staff with a floating red sphere at the top, it was an A-Rank artifact, and due to her fortune, even her father had congratulated her that night.
"Liam...you didn't lie to me," remembering Liam, she felt a slight tingle in her pussy, then she rubbed the side of the staff against her pussy that began to get wet.
"Liam...Liam...mmm..."
She was masturbating, quietly murmuring Liam's name, but even though it felt good, she also felt like something was missing.