Superhero Class: Finding Meaning of Life in another world
Chapter 49: Predatory

Chapter 49: Predatory

"What did you say?" Dawn asked in confusion, pretending as if he had misheard.

Seeing Dawn’s confused look, the crooked nose’s eyes flashed with disdain, and he said with a wide grin on his face, "You fucking midget trying to act innocent now. Just a moment ago, I saw you stealing a stats crystal."

The crooked-nose leader had barely finished his words when the rest of the members, who were already waiting for their chance, jumped in and surrounded Dawn from all sides.

Their faces filled with coldness as they eyed Dawn with subtle but ruthless glints in their eyes.

"What gave you the guts to steal in the open? Do you think there is no law and order in this station?"

"If I don’t teach you a lesson today, what will others think?"

The crooked-nose man from the Flowing Swamp organization ruthlessly spat, each of his words filled with venom.

"Men, quickly tie him up and send him to headquarters. We have to interrogate and find out all of his misdeeds."

"Given how confidently he is stealing right under our nose, there must be more..."

The crooked man coldly snorted and commanded in a heavy voice. His words seemed to have sealed Dawn’s fate.

The sudden commotion attracted quite a few onlookers, some of them looking curiously in Dawn’s direction to see who the stupid guy was to dare steal in broad daylight.

Just how greedy and senseless could you be?

Mrs. Jenkins, who was interviewing Kane, also looked in Dawn’s direction with interest, a small smile playing on her luscious red lips.

It was clear as day that she had no intention of helping Dawn at all, and from how she was reacting, Dawn’s situation was the perfect source of entertainment that she needed.

She lightly grinned and once again focused on the handsome young man before her, immediately having the urge to lick her lips.

Suddenly she felt a strong sense of hunger rising in her heart; she wanted something deep, very deep inside her to satiate her soul.

Without realizing, Mrs. Jenkins’ face turned slightly red, and a dreamy look appeared in her eyes.

The words of the young man disappeared; suddenly, however, her facial muscles twitched as she seemed to have heard something important.

Clarity returned to her deep pool-like eyes, and she asked in a serious tone, "Can you repeat your words one more time?"

Kane, who was patiently answering her while keeping a close eye on Dawn’s situation, looked at the lady in front of him with a perplexed look in his eyes and couldn’t help but curse in his heart. What is wrong with you, woman?

He was very wary of this innocent-looking woman; the way she looked at him sent shivers running down his spine. It was as if a hungry lioness was eyeing him.

Still, he decided to answer her questions. "I said my class is Divine Swordsman!"

"Divine Swordsman... haha, sounds like a high-ranked class." After saying those words, her hand moved like lightning, and she took out a notebook from her ample bosom and quickly started to comb through pages.

"Keyword ’Divine’ is mainly associated with S-rank class or above."

The more she read, the brighter her eyes lit up. Suddenly she closed the notebook and muttered in joy, "I seem to have hit the jackpot today."

In the next moment, her demeanor completely changed. She solemnly looked at Kane and said, "Young man, join the Truth Seeker organization, and we will help you achieve the peak of Iron rank within a year."

Kane’s lips parted slightly, his mind racing. Iron rank in a year? That was insane.

No, it was too insane.

His instincts screamed at him. Something wasn’t right. Mrs. Jenkins’ eyes held a hunger that had nothing to do with talent scouting. The way she stared at him—like a hunter sizing up prey—set his nerves on edge.

Her proposal sounded too good to be true in Kane’s ears.

But that boy--

He glanced toward Dawn, who was still standing in the middle of the encroaching crowd, looking eerily calm.

"Tick-tock, boy." Mrs. Jenkins’ voice was soft, playful. But there was steel beneath it.

Kane clenched his fists. In the end... he had no choice. If he wanted to survive, he had to get stronger.

The Flying Sword Royal Academy wasn’t going to help him in the Eternal battlefield, he had to rely on himself to carve his own path.

He exhaled through his nose and gave a single nod.

Mrs. Jenkins grinned like she had just won a bet.

...

Dawn eyed the group surrounding him with an indifferent look in his pale blue eyes, as if the people in front of him were not humans but walking corpses.

"Hmmm!"

If the Flowing Swamp organization could use the tactics of killing chickens to scare the monkeys, so could he—after all, Dawn wasn’t a vegetarian either.

After that, he ignored the bunch of lowlifes and started walking away.

"Stop right there, you thief! Didn’t you hear what the leader said?"

Seeing Dawn turning his back and ignoring their words, the members of the Flowing Swamp organization furiously yelled and launched attacks in his direction, their eyes flashing with ruthless glints.

Swish!

The sound of sharp objects cutting through the air came at fast speed.

Newcomers who had joined the Flowing Swamp organization watched this scene with relieved expressions on their faces. They watched Dawn’s figure with snickering expressions, some of them even felt good about themselves for not being stupid like this guy.

Mrs. Jenkins, who was watching this from afar, turned her head away when the members of the Flowing Swamp organization finally attacked.

Kane Hemsworth too watched this scene with a difficult expression on his face; he seemed to be confused whether to help or not. Suddenly, a resolute look appeared in his eyes, and he rushed in Dawn’s direction.

Mrs. Jenkins looked at Kane’s figure with surprise, and then her expression returned to normal.

"Fine... I will help you this time."

...

As the cold weapons moved towards Dawn’s back in broad daylight, no one tried to stop them or say anything; even the organization responsible for maintaining law and order watched everything with indifference.

Dawn didn’t move. He didn’t even tense. The blades approached—cold, sharp, inevitable.

His pale blue eyes flickered.

Was this how it always was? Weakness was an invitation, a glaring sign above his head that screamed: Kill me, I can’t resist.

Did it matter what he had done? No. They didn’t need a reason. To them, he was just an ant beneath their boots, something to be crushed for amusement.

His lips curled upwards in a small smile—not in fear, but in realization. In understanding.

The blades closed in, slicing through the air, a heartbeat away from tearing into his back.

Witnessing this scene, a sadistic smile appeared on the faces of the attackers.

"No!" Kane, who was running as fast as possible, shouted. In the end, he was too late... if only he hadn’t wasted too much time thinking about useless things.

Mrs. Jenkins sighed softly, rolling her eyes.

"What a waste."

But as she turned to walk away, a flicker of curiosity passed through her gaze. That boy... even as he was about to be cut down, he didn’t look afraid.

No, he looked like he was learning something. Calculating something.

Her fingers tapped idly against her notebook. Perhaps she was in for another surprise today.