Maybe the man in black was right. Humans huddled together because they were too weak.

That was precisely why they deified the concept of "Hero."

In Bai Ming’s eyes, "Hero" was even more detestable than ignorant thugs on the street—not for their looks, but for their utterly rotten spirits.

Acting recklessly just to be worshipped; looking down on ordinary people over a shred of ability; treating service as their due… Such ugliness forced Bai Ming to twist his own heart.

"Seriously," he muttered, "everything today gets dragged back to ‘Hero.’ It’s unbearably annoying."

Rubbing his forehead uncomfortably, Bai Ming shifted his gaze to the man in black. The air itself thickened.

A crushing pressure loomed over the man’s head—like a crumbling construction-site tower ready to collapse.

But he felt no fear. No human could break him.

Yes. In wit, strength, and talent, his kind towered over humans. Why fear livestock? Slaughter them.

"Tch," he scoffed. "I thought your dull brain finally got it. Was I just fooling myself?"

Spear raised, he crouched low. His gaze locked onto Bai Ming’s heart. Dark blue veins bulged on his hand. Attack time.

One brief probe had revealed all of Bai Ming’s patterns. He knew exactly how a human would react now.

"Begging won’t save you, human," he hissed. "You’re digging your own grave."

He charged. Left hand gripped the spear’s tip; right hand loosely held the shaft’s end. Power surged into his right arm. A light push sent the pitch-black spear sweeping toward Bai Ming.

Unexpectedly, black mist clung to the blade—like Death’s scythe, ready to sever flesh and soul.

Humans always retreated from unknown attacks. Smart? Yes. Retreat to observe when moves are unclear. But that weakness made them prey.

"Block or flee in fear—you’ll die either way."

He’d planned perfectly. If Bai Ming blocked, the mist would devour him on contact. If he fled, more mist waited behind him.

This corrosive cloud was his werewolf "talent"—deadly on touch, especially to living things. The spear? Just to extend his reach.

Time to say goodbye. No escape. No survival. No move faster than his.

"Ugh, I’m dead tired," Bai Ming mumbled suddenly. "Haven’t slept since 11 PM last night. Staring at that screen—the heat’s like it’s gouging out my eyes. Grease all over me, sticky… kicked out before even showering."

Before the man in black closed in, this "cornered" human was already complaining.

"Honestly, all-nighters wreck you. Body aches, senses dull… brain rusted solid. If you hadn’t brought up that touchy topic, I’d still be half-asleep…"

Bai Ming clenched his right fist. He dropped into a crouch. And slammed it hard into the ground.