In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Lemoni's hand was pressed down by Alma, making a loud bang that shook the entire table.

He looked at his hand, which had been pinned down by Alma, somewhat bewildered.

"......well?"

Did I lose an arm wrestling match?

Ou Shen and Jimia swallowed hard.

Cheyhun was dumbfounded.

"this?"

"You'll get used to it," Aga said with a smile.

Do these people really think that their sister's nickname "Mother Chimera" is just a joke?

"Hmm?" Alma turned her head to look at Aga warily.

"Would you like something to drink?" Agah asked Cheyhun, trying to sound calm.

Alma's eyes gleamed with a beast-like light as she looked at Oshin and Jimia: "Who's next?"

Ou Shen's facial muscles twitched slightly. In terms of strength alone, Jimia was the strongest, so he should go himself. Lemoni was relatively weak, which was probably why he lost... He should be able to win, right?

Pulling Lemoni, who was questioning his existence, aside, Ocean sat opposite Alma, looking at the woman who exuded a powerful and frightening aura, and rested his elbows on the table.

Alma smiled and grasped Oshin's hand.

Kiyomi placed her hand on their clenched fists: "Begin!"

"Uh--"

"Hey--"

Unlike her effortless arm wrestling with Lemoni, Elma used most of her strength right from the start, since Ocean was much stronger than Lemoni.

but--

"Ugh—ugh—ouch!"

Oshin's hand was slowly pressed down by Alma.

Alma's face, however, still wore a kind smile.

"What's wrong, Oceanos? Is this all the strength you've got?"

That gentle smile was terrifying in Ou Shen's eyes.

This woman's strength—how is that even possible?!

boom--

Another loud crash rang out. Oshin looked at his hands, which were being pressed against the table by Alma, and the cracked table, and stopped thinking.

Alma glared at Kimia, who was standing next to her.

"Are you next?"

Bang!

Half of the table tipped over.

Everyone in the tavern shuddered, except for Alma.

Lemoni and Ocean huddled to the side, looking at Jimia with hopeful eyes, while Luslan had no intention of participating at all.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down his face, accompanied by a slightly embarrassed smile.

Thankfully, I didn't do anything rash and get involved.

The two switched tables, and Jimia coughed twice: "I'm much stronger than Ou Shen, so don't underestimate me."

“How could I underestimate you?” A crimson glint flashed in Alma’s eyes. “You stole my brother’s heart, so it’s only right that you bear the wrath of your older sister…”

"Hehehe, be prepared for a broken arm." For some reason, Alma's hair started to dance, and her mouth twisted into a terrifying grin, making her look like a demon.

Kimia closed her eyes and took two deep breaths.

With her arm resting on the table, Kimia looked at Alma's seemingly slender and petite arm, which contrasted sharply with her own thick and hairy arm.

(By the way, Alma is only 1.96 meters tall and is quite petite.)

Ruslan sighed: "Begin."

click-

In an instant, both of them began to exert force, and the table cracked. The wood where their elbows rested on the table was cracked by the immense force.

"Haha, that's more like it, Jimia." Alma laughed wildly, the veins on her slender arms bulging. She had just fought with Oshen Lemoni, but now she seemed completely unaffected, evenly matched with Jimia.

“As expected of the power that could defeat Oshen and Lemoni—” Jimiya’s face was contorted with rage, his muscles bulging, and he smiled eerily.

Cheyhun felt he might not be fit to stay here.

He finished the wine in his glass in a few gulps and said, "Goodbye, goodbye."

Aga shuddered as he looked at the eerie atmosphere of the arm-wrestling match.

After a standoff of two or three minutes, Miya and Alma finally—

Alma began to suppress Miya.

"Varied--"

"I told you, be prepared to bear my anger, and, even, broken bones..."

"Prepare."

click-

boom!

The table, which the two people were using as a platform, shattered.

Jimia looked at her dislocated arm and, like Ocean and Lemoni, stopped thinking.

"Hmph, hmph hmph hmph—" Alma, who had won, made a strange little noise.

Ou Shen quietly moved closer to Aga: "Is your sister always this crazy?"

“...You’re courting death.” Aga trembled as he looked at Alma, who had already flown over.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Oshin was hoisted onto Alma's shoulder, with one hand gripping Oshin's shoulder and the other gripping his thigh.

click -

Ou Shen fainted.

Lemoni and Ruslan moved toward the door.

"Huh?" Alma turned her head abruptly.

"None of you will escape!!!"

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Chapter 586 The Hero's Path to Destruction

The next morning.

“What did I do yesterday…” Alma sat on the bed, covering her face.

It seems like Oshen mentioned wanting to play games or something, and since I was already in a bit of a bad mood, I impulsively...

It seems like he beat up everyone except Aga?

Those people aren't still downstairs, are they?

Alma went downstairs with a nervous feeling.

What should we do? If those people are still around, should we knock them out again and throw them out?

but......

The tavern was empty and very clean.

Only a piece of burlap lay forlornly on the bar counter.

Alma walked over and picked up the linen.

"Sister, you must be in a bad mood, otherwise you wouldn't have done something that is 'absolutely unrelated to the tavern owner'."

“I’m leaving. Ou Shen and the others said that if I want to join them, I should go with them to hunt monsters.”

"I have seen how vast the world is and how powerful people are. Even if this makes you angry, I am still eager to embark on this path."

"I am very grateful for the ten years you have taken care of me. Now that I have chosen this path, I will definitely become someone you can be proud of—"

"hero."

......

"Drink-"

Aga swung his oar and slammed it onto the head of a demonic boar.

The ship given by Rashtanaha contains many things, and Aga can materialize not only the ship itself, but also these parts.

Besides oars, it could also be—

buzzing-

Agah swung the anchor swiftly, and then—threw it out!

Bang!

The heavy hardwood anchor struck the boar directly in the side.

"hold head high--"

The demonic boar let out a miserable scream and died on the spot.

"Well done, kid. You killed the demon boar with ease." Luslan waved his hand to encourage him. "You're already at the level of a fairly strong adult."