Superhero Class: Finding Meaning of Life in another world
Chapter 50: Trash be gone

Chapter 50: Trash be gone

Dawn remembered a famous saying from his previous world: if you want to test the character, the true characteristics of a person, give him power.

As he grew stronger, his priorities and worldview seemed to be shifting.

He seemed to become the very opposite of what his class wanted him to be.

A cold and ruthless villain? He wasn’t sure.

Dawn exhaled softly, feeling the weight of the mask settle against his skin.

No fear. No hesitation. No restraint.

This people had already decided he was a villain. So why should he play by the rules of fairness?

The weak were prey. And he... was done pretending to be weak.

If the members of the Flowing Swamp organization thought he was a pig on the chopping board, then life was soon going to become very difficult for them.

...

Dawn only felt a slight push when the sharp sword landed on his back; it was evident the sword failed to pierce his Suit of Righteousness and Eternal Valor.

The attacker staggered back, his breath hitching. His blade trembled in his hands as he stared at the unscathed man in front of him.

That was impossible.

A strike like that should have at least drawn blood, should have forced a grunt of pain—

His heart pounded. Just what the hell was this midget?

"What did you do?" the attacker exclaimed in shock. From his expression, it appeared he was blaming Dawn for his ability to come out unscathed.

Looking at the shocked faces of all the people surrounding him, Dawn had the urge to laugh out loud.

Then suddenly his eyes narrowed, and a vicious glint flashed in them.

"Die..."

Dawn spoke in an almost inaudible voice that got drowned in the gentle gust of wind.

A cold wind blew and members of the Flowing Swamp organization felt a chill run down their spines and froze on the spot as if their legs had turned to stone.

While Dawn was already a four-Star Peak-Iron who could breakthrough to the next rank any time, most of these members of the Flowing Swamp organization were just trashy low-leveled mobs in the mid or peak stage of Iron rank.

Then a strong killing intent exploded in the surroundings. It was so strong that it almost condensed into blood-hungry demonic chains, wrapped in the howling wind, rushing toward them like the billowing anger of a Demon god.

Before these people could even blink their eyes, Dawn turned into a flash of lightning and immediately arrived in front of a stiffened Flowing Swamp organization member.

The crooked-nose man sensed the murderous intent released by Dawn; he immediately opened his eyes wide, shocked as it seemed unthinkable that someone would dare to commit murder inside the safety zone.

With a clench of his fist, he violently drew the long sword from his waist; his body shot forward, intending to block Dawn’s attacks.

Boom!

The crooked-faced man barely moved an inch when he heard a loud gunshot-like sound reverberating throughout the surrounding area.

Immediately following the sound, a tragic scream echoed.

Dawn’s punch, filled with at least ten times the strength of normal humans, immediately caused the man’s heart to explode.

"Argh!"

The poor man shouted in pain with blood leaking out of his mouth.

That devastating punch coupled with his short stature and the overwhelming killing intent made Dawn look eerie.

"How dare you! To dare cause murder inside the station? Are you not afraid of the whole of humanity hunting you down?"

Killing a fellow human inside the sanctuary was one of the biggest taboos; if the news were to get out, the murderer would be ruthlessly hunted.

Even though the crooked-nose man threatened Dawn, the thought of killing Dawn had never crossed his mind.

No one in their right mind wanted to be labeled as a plunderer right in front of everyone.

The crooked man’s body was straight, holding the long sword; his blood and energy intertwined, his large tendons quivering and roaring with a booming sound, a silver sheen covering his skin.

He was a warrior at the Silver rank!

Dawn grinned but remained non-committal.

He took a heavy step and his body started to float in mid-air, his cold eyes fixed on the crooked-nose man.

The crooked-nose man was startled; his mouth opened to say something, but the fierce gust of wind had already fiercely slapped his face.

He couldn’t even open his mouth when a tremendous pressure came crashing down!

Dawn was too fast; the moment his feet became airborne, a strange shockwave erupted, causing his body to almost turn into a blur.

The crooked-nose man had just drawn his sword when he saw a fist, like lightning, shooting straight at him.

Puchi!

A crisp loud sound and the crooked man’s throat was grabbed by Dawn; his hands were like two large bestial pincers.

Gasp!

The man gasped, finding it difficult to breathe; he felt as if his throat was about to be crushed.

Dawn’s eyes remained indifferent as if what he had done was no big deal.

However, except for him, the minds of all the onlookers, even the mysterious Mrs. Jenkins, looked at this scene as if their brains had short-circuited.

Mrs. Jenkins’ ruby lips parted slightly, her fingers tightening around her notebook.

This... was unexpected.

She had written him off as a naive rookie. A victim.

Instead, he was something else entirely.

Her heart pounded—not in fear, but in excitement.

"How?"

Kane gasped with disbelief; he was just unable to comprehend the situation.

Just how could a newcomer defeat an elite at the Silver rank?

First shock and then feelings of relief filled his heart.

How Dawn had achieved this feat didn’t matter as long as he was safe.

...

The rest of the Flowing Swamp organization members were filled with panic, not understanding what to do.

Their strongest expert had been caught like a chicken without any ability to resist.

The crooked man’s body dangled like a fish caught in a net; he flailed his body in an attempt to escape.

But all his efforts seemed to be futile.

The surroundings had fallen completely silent; only the sound of the crooked man struggling to escape echoed.

Dawn’s eyes flashed with a slightly cold light, and he raised him up in the air so that all the people present in the surroundings could clearly see.

"Such a filthy human no longer needs to exist in this world."

"Trash... be gone."

As soon as these words left his mouth, Dawn muttered something under his breath.

The crooked-nose man’s breath staggered. A chill crawled up his spine like a slithering snake; slowly crawling upwards, wrapping around his body.

Something was wrapping around him—something he couldn’t see, couldn’t fight.

His mouth opened in a silent scream.

Then—

He was gone.

The air where he had stood flickered for half a second, a whisper of his existence fading into nothing.

"Oh my god... what happened!"

"Thief, what did you do?"

"He is a demon, everyone quickly attack him!"

The crowd went mad with fear as they raised their weapons; next it was their turn.