"Brother Supreme Treasure!" Yue Waner cried out, her eyes lighting up with pure joy at the figure before her.

"Sorry, little sister Waner. I was late—I went and wrecked all their carriages first," Tran said gently, gazing at the little girl. He’d long considered Yue Waner his little sister. Though he’d had Lia before, he never minded gaining more sisters!

"Little Supreme Treasure, why are you here? It’s dangerous!" Mother Waner gasped, having just escaped death but now fearing for Tran. She knew those soldiers wouldn’t spare him.

"It’s fine, Mother Yue. You cared for me all week and taught me so much. How could I do nothing?" Tran smiled warmly.

In the next instant, he shifted forms, scooping up Yue Waner and teleporting to the villagers’ side. A sturdy spear slammed into the spot where he’d stood!

"Who are you? This is state business—how dare you interfere!" the lead soldier barked. "Seize him!"

A dozen soldiers charged forward. Tran set Yue Waner down, whispered comfort, then faced them—but others moved first.

"Villagers! Fight back!" a man roared, hefting his farming hoe.

Fueled by rage, the villagers ignored their foes’ armor. Men, women, elders, and children grabbed tools and rushed in. The soldiers, caught off guard by this fierce resistance, quickly regained control.

Humiliated, the lead soldier snarled. He leaped into the air, spear aimed straight at Tran!

"Hmph! Bold move," Tran sneered. He stomped the ground, rocketing upward like a cannonball. The soldier thrust for a killing blow!

"Rebellious scum—die!" the soldier yelled, driving his spear at Tran’s head.

Below, many watched in horror. Yue Waner screamed Tran’s name.

"Get down!" Tran growled. Gray wings burst from his back, boosting his speed. He soared above the warrior, his staff expanding instantly, and slammed it down hard.

The soldier never expected this beautiful fighter to fly like a mage. He crashed into the earth, leaving a massive crater.

"Captain!" soldiers rushed over. His spear lay snapped in two.

They stared in shock. That spear was a general’s gift—a weapon that never lost. How could it break so easily?

The captain groaned, staggering up after seconds. "Mages—binding spells! Hand me your spear!" he ordered, snatching a subordinate’s weapon.

Four mages raised staves. Chants echoed as colorful lights flared around them, a dazzling magic circle glowing beneath their feet.

Tran’s heart raced. Back home, only Superpowers existed—scientific, yet sometimes unscientific.

This was his first real magic. He watched the bright lights spread toward him, thrilled.

"Huh? Why am I slowing down?" Tran muttered.

"Little Supreme Treasure! Run! You can’t beat mages—their powers are too strange!" Mother Waner shouted. Villagers were pinned down, weapons at their throats.

"Hmph! Too late! Even a B-rank warrior can’t escape four mages’ binding!" the captain declared, spear leveled at Tran. "I sentence you to death for obstructing state affairs!"

"I’ll damn you!" Tran thrust his electric-charged staff forward. It clashed perfectly with the spear’s tip.

The captain had coveted that staff—it broke spears and extended. Greed flared as he let his own weapon shatter, grabbing Tran’s staff with both hands… unaware bodies conduct electricity.

A fierce suction gripped him the moment he touched it.

"What? Magic runes? A divine artifact?" the captain panicked internally. High voltage seared through him, his body trembling, charred, yet he laughed maniacally.

"Why’s he laughing? A masochist?" Tran mused, unbothered despite the bindings.

The soldiers knew their captain well—he was infamous for forcing comrades into his room for "discussions."

Seeing his pain, three rushed to pull him free. But they too trembled violently, lacking his twisted grin.

Tran sighed at these shaking figures. He switched off the staff’s power. All four collapsed—three relieved, the captain disappointed.

Other soldiers charged as Tran strained against the bindings.

"This is bad… what now?" Tran winced. Then the bindings snapped. "Huh? I can move!"

"Brother Supreme Treasure! We beat the mages! Crush them!" a child’s voice rang out. Behind the soldiers, kids had overwhelmed the mages—biting, stoning, and clubbing them. Their spells had broken.

"Perfect! Leave the rest to me!" Tran twirled his staff, extending it to three meters. He charged into the fray. What followed was slaughter.

No soldier lasted two rounds. Tran unleashed his full Superpower, fearless. The world slowed; he moved at blinding speed.

Soon, the soldiers panicked. The captain, a true B-rank warrior, stirred awake.

"Retreat! To the carriages!" he yelled.

"Captain—the carriages are wrecked!" a soldier reported from the edge.

"What? That bastard!" He recalled Tran’s earlier words. Had he planned to trap them all? This man was terrifying.

(Tran had only feared they’d sneak off with the girls—he didn’t care about the soldiers.)

"Comrade! Halt! We were wrong—we’ll withdraw now," the captain said, his hair frizzed from shock. He signaled retreat. "But remember: this is Black Dragon’s order. Even if you win today, stronger forces will come for these children."

"I don’t care who Black Dragon is. Taking kids is wrong—I won’t allow it," Tran declared, slamming his staff into the ground. Cracks spiderwebbed across the earth. "Go. I won’t stop you."

"Then… good luck. Retreat!" The captain fled with his remnants, terrified Tran might change his mind.

Villagers sighed in relief, clutching their rescued children.

"Little Supreme Treasure, why let them escape?" a villager asked. Others frowned—Tran could’ve killed them all.

"No need. I’ll just wipe out that Black Dragon myself," Tran said, flashing a handsome smile. His words sent chills down every spine.