[Host, that was so dangerous of you… you know that? You literally offended the entire upper circle of the empire today,] the system bickered with Razeal, its tone bordering on scolding.
"Not like it already isn't," Razeal muttered under his breath. "What was I supposed to do in there? Listen to some girl talking absolute bullshit about me and just silently walk out with my head down? Hah. I'm not that dead yet, no matter how much they want to pretend I am."
"Fuck it," he growled and suddenly punched the thick tree in front of him. With the strength he now possessed, the impact made the entire trunk tremble, scattering leaves around him like falling snow. His knuckles scraped against the rough bark. He didn't care. He hated the look people gave him like he was filth beneath their boots.
He hadn't done anything wrong. Nothing.
