My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

A series of pig-like screams rang out.

Green Hair was instantly overwhelmed by an overwhelming pain. He collapsed to the ground, his mind filled with nothing but pain!

The pain is relentless!

He collapsed to the ground, his left hand gripping his blood-soaked right wrist, trembling uncontrollably...

Kouta withdrew his fist, staring blankly at his perfectly intact fist, except for a slight redness in the middle, from where the other person's bone had pierced it. Even so, his fist hadn't even broken the skin.

If it weren't for the green-haired creature's pitiful cries and the blood everywhere, he would have suspected that the other party was deliberately trying to extort him.

'Is this really me?'

'When did I become so amazing?!'

'No, this is beyond what's considered dangerous.' Kouta looked at the green-haired youth's vanished hand and the bloodstains all over the ground.

'Does the other person have osteoporosis?'

Kouta is starting to have doubts about life.

He had lived two lives, but he had never seen, no, never even heard of, anyone in this world who could smash an opponent's fist with a single punch!

The world is scientific, and forces act in unison!

"Damn it, I misjudged him, he's a trained fighter."

The tattooed man who hadn't taken Kouta seriously until now started to get serious.

Chapter 280 Curiosity

The tattooed man, Yamamura Hayato, spoke casually, but inwardly he was on high alert.

He'd been in the underworld for several years and had seen plenty of fierce fighters, but to smash someone's hand with a single punch was something he would never have believed if he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes.

But he couldn't just turn around and leave.

In the underworld, face is the most important thing. If he turns around and runs away, then everything he has worked so hard to achieve will be lost.

And he might not even lose!

With that thought in mind, he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a spring-loaded dagger.

'Let's see if your fist is harder, or my knife!'

Hayato Yamamura gripped a sharp dagger tightly. The blade, made of some unknown metal, was incredibly sharp and gleamed with a cold light. He charged towards Kouta in one stride, the dagger in his hand swaying from side to side like a venomous snake, determined to "bite" Kouta's vitals.

Kouta frowned when he saw the spring-loaded dagger in Yamamura's hand, because he realized that Yamamura Hayato's spring-loaded dagger was exactly the same as the one that Yamamura Jeff had used before.

Jeff Yamamura had already disposed of the dagger. He also knew that the dagger was no ordinary weapon; it was extremely sharp. Out of curiosity, he looked up information and learned that it was a type of Swiss Army knife made of an expensive special alloy steel.

Faced with the sharp dagger hurtling towards him, Kouta dared not be careless and felt a sense of danger.

He is currently at the level of external martial arts mastery in that ancient martial arts world. When he makes a move, his whole body is enveloped by a force, which is equivalent to a weakened version of internal force, but it does not have the same strength as internal force, nor does it have the strange and varied characteristics of internal force.

The force that envelops the whole body is currently very limited in strength, far from being as powerful as the protective internal force at the entry-level.

Even so, it is still extremely destructive to the scientific world. Just like when Kouta punched his opponent's fist, it was because of this force that enveloped the fist.

Kouta reaffirmed his belief in the dagger's immense destructive power, and his mind began to tense up.

That strange feeling returned, and he once again entered slow motion, watching frame by frame the snail-paced scene of Yamamura Hayato rushing towards him.

However, he himself is able to move at a "normal speed".

As the dagger in Yamamura Hayato's hand drew closer and closer, he could even smell the disgusting stench of smoke and alcohol emanating from the man approaching.

Without hesitation, Kouta took a large step forward with his left foot in this slow motion, and then, using it as a fulcrum, raised his right leg to his waist. The muscles of his thigh, including the quadriceps, adductor magnus, gracilis, and vastus lateralis, acted like rocket boosters, and he kicked hard at the charging Yamamura Hayato. The whole movement was completed in one smooth motion. His foot left a trail of afterimages in the air, piercing the air with a "whoosh" sound, and struck Yamamura Hayato's chest.

"Boom!"

A muffled thud was heard, followed by the faint cracking sound of bones breaking.

Hayato Yamamura appeared to be hit by a speeding truck, flying backward. In mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his strong, powerful pectoral muscles visibly caved in.

"Whoosh~~"

After his body fell to the ground, he slid backward for more than a meter before stopping, still feeling the force of the fall.

At this moment, Yamamura Hayato lay sprawled on the ground covered in black mud like a dead dog. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to lift his head, his face contorted in agony as he looked at Kouta, managing to utter only one word: "You—"

After saying that, he closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

He had four broken ribs, two of which were comminuted fractures. The broken bones punctured his lungs, pleura, and pancreas, causing hemopneumothorax and excruciating pain that pushed his brain to its limits, so he passed out.

At this moment, Kouta also withdrew his right leg that had just kicked out.

He looked at the three people lying on the ground, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, his eyes held something he had never seen before.

Kouta knew that from this moment on, things were different.

Before today, he had always been very cautious because he was just an ordinary person.

He knew how insignificant the power of an ordinary person was in this society. He was not the illegitimate son of a wealthy tycoon who had been separated from his family, nor did he possess any extraordinary skills or a system that disregarded the rules. He was just an ordinary person.

Since you are an ordinary person, you should recognize your identity and live like an ordinary person.

Otherwise, the consequence of being arrogant is often death and the demise of one's spiritual essence.

He has always done so.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Life is only once, and the lives of ordinary people are even more fragile. Only by living can everything be based on life.

However, today, Kouta suddenly discovered that he was not an ordinary person.

I realized I had the power!

Having lived two lives, Kouta quickly changed his mindset after realizing his situation: even if he wasn't an ordinary person, he didn't need to do things the same way as before.

He took a few steps forward and came to the unconscious Yamamura Hayato.

Kouta knew the other person was not dead.

Without further ado, Kouta stomped on Yamamura Hayato's forearm and then increased the pressure.

"ah--···"

Hayato Yamamura was awakened by pain again. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Kouta's cold gaze, followed by the excruciating pain in his hand, as if it had been snapped off.

"Ah—, what are you doing!?"

"you're awake."

"What, what are you going to do?!" Yamamura Hayato was no longer the violent man he had been before; his eyes were filled with fear and terror. "I'll give you money, lots and lots of money, please, please let me go!"

Actually, it's those gangsters who are most afraid of dying.

However, Kouta remained cold-faced, unmoved by Yamamura Hayato's offer of money, nor did he soften his stance because of Hayato's pleas for mercy. He knew that if he were the one lying on the ground now, he would be in an even more miserable state.

Kouta said in a completely emotionless voice, "Today, I'll break one of your hands as a lesson. Remember! Don't mess with me, or next time it won't be so simple."

Kouta knew that for someone like Yamamura Hayato, only by thoroughly intimidating the opponent once and for all would the opponent not provoke him.

So he was determined to leave an indelible impression on Yamamura Hayato.

After saying that, Kouta suddenly exerted force with his right foot!

"Awooo—!!!!!"

Hayato Yamamura screamed in agony, then suddenly his head lolled to the side and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious again.

His right hand was crushed from the forearm down...

Finally, amidst the fearful gazes of the green-haired and yellow-haired men, Kouta walked out of the alley and disappeared into the street.

When Kouta arrived at the shop where he worked.

I'm already more than ten minutes late.

He entered the store through the back door as if nothing had happened, his face calm, showing no sign of having just finished a fight.

Inside the shop, Maeda Chie, who was in a corner, saw Kouta, who was completely unharmed, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

She approached Kouta discreetly, scrutinizing him closely, seemingly looking for something.

However, she keenly sensed that something seemed different about Kouta today.

No, it should be that Kouta has been "different" lately.

She noticed that in the past week or so, Kouta seemed to have become much more handsome, his skin had become fairer, and his once strong body had become slender, showing signs of developing into a pretty boy.

This change was happening every day, so much so that no one except for a girl with such a keen sense of detail noticed it.

However, today's Kouta is quite different. If I had to put it in a way, he has become more confident, and has a kind of disdain for everyone else.

It also suddenly felt mysterious.

Maeda Chie warmly stepped forward to greet her: "Fujiki-kun, why are you late today?"

The concern conveyed in that tone was neither genuine nor feigned.

When Kouta saw that it was Maeda-senpai, he politely replied, "There was a traffic jam on the way, so I was a little late."

"Oh, then you should go change your clothes quickly." Maeda Chie said, leaning closer to Kouta, who was only a few centimeters away from him. Kouta could smell a pleasant fragrance wafting towards him.

Maeda Chie pouted cutely, staring at Kouta's face from left to right, and then said dejectedly, "Fujiki-kun, your skin is so good, I can't even see a pore, I'm even jealous."

After saying that, Maeda Chie patted Kouta on the shoulder and added, "How do you maintain your youthful appearance? Do you have any secrets?"

"Uh... this..." Kouta himself didn't know what was going on. After thinking for a long time, he answered uncertainly, "Get up early and go to bed early, eat breakfast every day, and keep a happy mood?"

After much thought, Kouta could only come up with these possible reasons.

Upon hearing this, Maeda Chie became even more heartbroken.

After exchanging a few more words with Chie Maeda, Kouta hurriedly went to change into his work clothes.

After Kota left.

Chie Maeda murmured solemnly:

"How could it be completely intact?!"

"Didn't Jeff Yamamura's cousin say yesterday that he would go to see Kouta today?"

It turns out that yesterday, Yamamura Hayato had approached Maeda Chie to investigate her brother's disappearance.