Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Ignoring his reaction, the man grabbed Allen by the neck and lifted him into the air.

"You killed my companions!! You did it, didn't you!!" he roared. "I'll kill you right now!"

Allen's breathing gradually calmed down. How could a child like him be a match for an adult man? Even though he had taken down two men with a sneak attack, he was still at a disadvantage in a head-on confrontation.

Mikasa knelt on the ground, looking at everything before her with fear.

His own parents died at their hands, and Alan, who came to save him, will also die soon!

"Fight..." Allen shouted with his last breath as he was being choked.

Mikasa looked up at Eren.

"If we can't win, we'll die! Fight!"

Hearing Eren's shout, Mikasa mustered her courage and picked up the knife from the ground. But her hand was still trembling.

"I can't do it..."

She looked at Allen, who was almost unconscious, her thoughts racing.

This world...

It is cruel.

At that moment, Allen, who was being choked, suddenly tilted his head to the side and lost consciousness.

This unexpected turn of events surprised both Mikasa and the man.

"Is it this dream again?" Allen, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze was completely different from the resolute look he had before; it was a very normal look.

But in this situation, the more normal it seems, the more eerie it feels.

"You pretentious brat!"

The man thought Allen was lying to him and tried to strangle him harder.

Upon seeing his situation, 'Allen' grabbed the man's thumb and twisted it to the side.

Click!

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!" The man screamed in pain, clutching his severed thumb as he released 'Allen'.

"You brat."

"Watch your mouth." 'Allen' looked at the man indifferently. "When I was killing enemies on the battlefield, trash like you were probably eating shit somewhere."

Chapter 375: Do I have sleepwalking disorder?

"hateful……"

The man clutched his severed thumb and glared angrily at 'Allen,' a child who had given him a very strange feeling from the beginning.

'Eren' didn't look at him, but turned to Mikasa beside him and asked, "What happened?"

“This person… is a human trafficker. My father and mother were killed by them,” Mikasa said.

Although she was still very scared, her expression suggested that she was already used to the changes in the boy in front of her.

"Today's dream was really different from usual. Could it be that I secretly crave battle?"

"Allen" muttered to himself.

His behavior further enraged the already furious man.

"Don't underestimate me, you brat!"

"In short," 'Allen' looked at the man and sneered, "you're done for, bro."

"I'll kill you!!!"

Enraged, the man kicked out just like before, wanting to make the brat in front of him who had killed his two companions pay the price.

However, he miscalculated. This time, 'Allen' caught his kick directly and slammed his elbow into his knee.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The blow was extremely powerful, and he collapsed to his knees in pain.

Allen quickly walked around behind him and grabbed his head with both hands.

"Kid, what do you think you're doing!" the man shouted in terror. "Stop!"

"Relax, it'll be quick," 'Allen' said calmly, using his arms and waist to exert force simultaneously.

Click!

The man's head was twisted off by 'Allen' and spun 180 degrees before hanging around his neck.

After killing the man, 'Eren' walked up to Mikasa, took the knife from her hand, and threw it aside.

“Isaac?” Mikasa asked tentatively.

“Yes, it’s me.” Allen, or rather Isaac, smiled. “Alright, it’s all over now.”

"Hmm." Mikasa simply nodded, her eyes devoid of any sparkle.

Having just lost her parents, she no longer understands the meaning of living.

Just as she thought, the world is cruel.

There was a rustling sound outside the door, and soon Allen's father rushed in with several soldiers wearing tan uniforms with unicorn logos.

"Dr. Jaeger, we've arrived."

The people who came were Allen's father, Grisha Yeager, and the military police he had summoned.

When they saw the person lying on the ground, they were so shocked they couldn't speak.

"Who did it?" the military police asked.

“I…” Mikasa suddenly raised her hand.

Since I've already lost all sense of meaning in life, I might as well take on the murder myself; at least that way...

“I did it,” Isaac said.

"What!?" The military police and his father stared at him, speechless for a moment.

“Allen, answer me! Is this true?!” Allen’s father grabbed Isaac’s shoulders and asked loudly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“Yes, Isaac takes full responsibility for my actions. I had a great time killing those bastards. If any of you military police officers think I did anything wrong, please report it to my superior, Colonel Olivia Mira Armstrong. She will be in charge of all the details…”

"Allen, what are you saying? Are you out of your mind?" Allen's father, Grisha, asked loudly.

Who is Isaac? Who is Olivia? I've never heard of them. And my son's personality seems to have become very strange.

"Are these people human traffickers?" one of the military police asked, glancing at Mikasa, whose eyes were vacant. "She's the victim's child?"

“Yes!” Grisha said hastily, “She is Mikasa Ackerman, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman.”

“I see.” Another military policeman examined the bodies. “One of the bodies died from a sharp object piercing the neck and severing the trachea, and the other died from multiple stab wounds.”

As he examined the last body, cold sweat broke out on his brow. "The neck was snapped, a single blow that killed him instantly. Unlike the previous two bodies, the method was clean and swift."

"Um, officers, my child is still young, he..."

Grisha tried to plead for leniency, but the two military police ignored him.

"Dr. Jaeger, you're too kind. These people are human traffickers and are wanted by the authorities. Moreover, your son's actions were in self-defense, so we won't pursue the matter," the military police said with a smile. "Being able to eliminate criminals is a great achievement."

Before Grisha could even express his gratitude, Isaac said, "It's what I should do, just my job, nothing special..."

As he spoke, he put on an expression that said he didn't care about reputation at all.

"Alan, shut up!" Grisha tapped Isaac on the head and said apologetically to the military police, "I'm so sorry, my son might have been a little frightened and his brain is acting up."

"Your brain is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Grisha covered his mouth.

"It's alright, it's alright. We'll head back now. Someone will come to dispose of the body soon."

"Good good."

After the military police left, Grisha grabbed Isaac's shoulder, his expression very serious: "Allen, what's wrong with you today? You're acting really strange!"

"What's weird?"

“Everything’s strange!” Grisha shouted, pointing to the three corpses beside him. “Do you understand? What have you done?”

"Murder!"

"Do you know you're killing someone?"

“Of course I know that even if they are trash, they are still human beings, so my actions constitute murder,” Isaac said.

"then you……"

“Everyone dies eventually,” Isaac grinned. “I just gave them a little help.”

"Allen, you..."

This was the first time that Grisha's men had felt estrangement and fear towards their own son.

Mikasa slowly walked towards them, her steps somewhat unsteady.

Grisha looked at Mikasa, walked up to her, and squatted down. "Mikasa, do you remember me? I met you a few times when I made house calls for you when you were little."

Mikasa seemed not to hear him, and muttered softly, "Now, which way should I go back?"

I no longer have a home.

"It's so cold," she said softly.

At that moment, Isaac stepped past Grisha and stood in front of her. Mikasa looked at Isaac with a puzzled expression.

“Being cold means you don’t exercise enough!” Isaac put one hand on her shoulder, gave her a thumbs up with the other, and smiled brightly.

Grisha: "..."

"Why don't you come to my house? My house is very big," Isaac said with a smile.

"Eh?" Mikasa's eyes regained a little bit of their sparkle.

“Yes, Mikasa,” Grisha continued, picking up where Isaac left off. “After all these upsetting things have happened, you need to get plenty of rest.”