It All Started With Lightning

Coincidence

After confirming that the system was working with Evil Pig's blood, William began searching for a pig below the iron level to complete his quest.

He managed to kill another pig in the middle of the iron level in a few hours, but all he needed were the calves of these pigs.

In the few hours he spent in the forest, he realized that these areas were much weaker than he had expected.

There were absolutely no creatures to threaten him.

His dimensional bag had room for two more iron-level pigs. Maybe three if he squeezed it. That's why his mission was to find the piglets he wanted as soon as possible.

As the sun slowly sank from the sky, he heard the sounds of fighting from about five hundred meters away.

He didn't want to deal with anyone, but the ones they were fighting might be the evil pigs he wanted.

He approached five hundred meters and jumped to the top of a tree. In front of him was a clearing fifty meters wide. He saw two pigs and people fighting the evil pig at the top of an iron level.

He didn't recognize any of the people, but a blond-haired boy looked familiar. The blond-haired boy was holding a black crossbow, and he was firing relentlessly at the evil pig at the iron level.

The arrows could penetrate the pig's body, but the boy's strength was clearly insufficient. He could dodge once or twice before being crushed under the evil pig's hooves.

There were five of them in total, and they were doing a good job with the baby pig, but their strength was too weak for the Iron Level Pig.

At first, William wanted to get out of the way and walk away. On reflection, he realized that these boys might also be hunting for the first time. Maybe they would become powerful people who could help him escape from this island in the future. William realized that every single person is valuable.

The stronger the person, the more happiness.

He decided to help them halfway.

He wouldn't show his strength, he would just use the dagger he got from Baldur.

William's view from the top of the tree was perfect. Gathering all his strength at his feet, he pulled the dagger from his dimensional bag and charged at the head of the iron-level pig.

When the blond-haired young man saw the pig running towards him, he thought he would soon die.

He quickly turned his feet to escape and activated a technique. He was about ten meters away when he had to turn around to see the voice behind him.

"Booooomm!"

The face he saw behind him was that of his rescuer.

William was sitting on the pig's neck with all his strength and weight.

His strength was incomparable to that of the pig, but the momentum he gained from falling was enough to bend the pig's neck.

Sticking a dagger into the pig's head was the most useless attack in the world. The dagger in his hand wasn't that strong, so he was sure it would break if he tried to pierce its bones.

So he aimed for the large blood veins in the pig's neck. He held the dagger in his right hand and stabbed it with all his strength. Then he pulled himself towards it with all his might. In one fell swoop, he sliced almost half the length of the pig. He jumped over it and landed ten meters away to avoid being caught by the struggling pig.

He knew that the iron-level evil pig would soon bleed to death. So he left it and was thrown to the other piglets. He killed them both in a short time.

Finally, he put his dagger in his dimensional bag and approached the piglets.

At that moment, the blonde-haired boy looked at William in confusion.

He had the feeling that he knew his saviors from somewhere.

As William bent down to pick up the evil piglets, the sunlight through the trees hit his face and the boy recognized who it was.

This man was the one who had humiliated him!

Of course, he still hadn't forgotten the man who had beaten him and his two helpers during the first lesson! How could he forget?

He was constantly mocked by his brothers! Even his noble friends from the past were always making fun of him.

Right now, this man didn't have that musical instrument on his back, but he was absolutely sure that it was him.

A sinister gleam appeared in his eyes. He looked at the crossbow in his hand and the two last remaining arrows.

Those last two arrows were definitely worth spending on this man! Even if this man saved them.

He drew his crossbow and aimed it directly at William's neck. He looked at his own men and noticed that they were still tired and happily thanking William.

He felt he should warn them.

He pulled the trigger of the crossbow and shouted.

"Get ready for battle!" "Kacha! FIUV!" "PAT!"

William immediately noticed someone shouting behind him. William's perception was definitely higher than these boys, he had heard the trigger of the crossbow. With incredible speed, he turned his head to see the arrow coming at him.

It was like a black dot coming right into his eye.

At that moment, a feeling came over William. He felt that he could hold the arrow coming towards him. He looked very slow as he moved his hand, but in the blink of an eye, he caught the arrow.

Then he stood up and looked at the blond youth, who looked puzzled that he had missed the arrow.

"With me? Fight?" he asked, frowning.

Seeing the face clearly, William recognized him now. 'What did this man call himself the prince of?'

He knew that he was the prince of a kingdom, but it was so insignificant to him that he had completely forgotten about it.

The look of surprise on the blond youth's face quickly gave way to fear. He began to stutter as he tried to speak quickly.

Meanwhile, the other students slowly raised their swords and walked over to the prince. William could have killed them instantly if he wanted to, but he didn't. First of all, he wondered why this prince was doing this.

"I...I...Sorry, my hand accidentally touched the trigger!" The prince apologized.

William could tell from his speech that it was a complete lie.

He stuttered at first, but as his friends came to him, his confidence grew. Maybe he thought he could handle William now?

William didn't care about his growing confidence. It would only take him a few seconds to kill five of them. So he sat down on the piglet behind him and took his sword out of his dimensional bag. It was still in its scabbard. He put it upright on the ground and used it as a support for his arm.

"Now, little prince. I would like to ask you a few questions."

The prince slowly got rid of his fear as well. In a confident tone, he lifted his face slightly, as if he were equal, and spoke.

"Ask."

William shook his head and smiled. 'There really is no such thing as a man,' he thought.

"The question I want to ask you is: Have you ever had everything you wanted? Did your parents give you everything you wanted right away?"

The prince was surprised by this question. He answered quickly without thinking. "What kind of question is that? I'm a prince, of course, I got everything I wanted." He said proudly.

"Ah? Then another question. Did you ever fight before you came to the academy?"

The prince was a little embarrassed. His face darkened a little. "No." He said in a low voice.

William nodded. It was like a teacher telling him where he went wrong.

Then he stood up and began to speak.

"Today I will teach you my first and last lesson. Absolutely no teacher at the Academy would teach this lesson!"

He took a step and cut the neck of one of the men on the far right, whom he recognized as the prince's helper(stooge), with his sword, which he drew with astonishing speed. Then he took a step back and returned to where he had just been.

He moved as slowly as possible so that the prince could see him, but it wasn't until a few seconds later that he realized that the young man's head had separated from his body.

Others had gone mad. They wanted to shout and run, but William continued to speak.

"The first subject of this lesson is power! Power is everything." He said.

He took another step, and the head of the young man to the prince's left flew off.

"Second topic! The only thing you're missing! Experience! Experience is important!"

He took another step. But this time, no one died, his sword was on the prince's neck, and a small drop of blood slowly fell from the prince's neck.

"Third and last thing! Irresponsible arrogance! It is the greatest factor in people's deaths. A man should know where to brag. This is your own success! If you brag about your father's success or someone else's success, you will definitely be the first to die!"

The sword was still around his neck, but it didn't cut. The prince was already starting to pee underneath him. The golden blond hair on his face was stuck to his forehead. There was a strong smell.

"Then the last question. If you answer correctly, I may let you live!" he said. He lowered the sword and looked into the prince's eyes.

The frightened prince shook his head up and down in great pain.

"When you shot the arrow at me earlier, did you mean to kill me?"

William already knew the answer. The reason it frightened him so much was that he heard the answer from himself. That way he could feel more comfortable killing a person. His belief in social justice and his own understanding of justice conflicted in some ways.

That's why he's doing this now. Even though the arrow didn't kill him, he had to kill to protect himself because the other person wanted to kill him.

That was the justice William believed in. He stood for justice against himself.

The prince bowed his head in despair. He couldn't speak. He was also deeply regretful. Perhaps he thought he had struck the hardest rock in the world.

William nodded in understanding. He confirmed with his eyes that the prince did indeed have murderous intentions.

He took a step back and plunged the sword into the prince's chest.

The prince was a lucky man. Thanks to the sharpness and speed of the Firebringer, he felt almost no pain.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the sword that had pierced him. It was perhaps the most beautiful sword he had ever seen. The only sound he could make was 'Very beautiful' as blood spurted from his mouth. Immediately, his body lost its strength and he fell to the ground.

As the prince fell to the ground, William pulled his sword from his body.

He looked at the two remaining men. Seeing him killing a prince and two of his helpers in cold blood, the duo trembled to the core.

Finally, someone succumbed to fear and cried out.

"Sorry! Please don't kill us. We're just here to help them hunt. We do not know him!" they said.

William actually felt sorry for them.

He felt the need to make a speech.

"Guys, unfortunately, when you do a job, you have to finish it. After all, I'm just the son of a simple baron. I don't want to get into trouble. Sorry."

He swung his sword at a speed that the two could not see. They lost their heads without feeling any pain and fell to the ground.

William knew that the next job was cleaning.

He quickly searched five people and pulled out anything useful. He found five swords, five armors, a crossbow that he guessed was made of black iron, and a dimensional bag.

The dimensional bag was on the prince. It had probably been given to him by his royal father. He knew he had to hurry before he looked inside. This wasn't deep in the forest. It wouldn't end well if someone saw him.

He quickly turned their bodies to ash with flame steps. Then he put the dead evil pigs into his dimensional bag and began his journey back to the Academy.