Superhero Class: Finding Meaning of Life in another world
Chapter 78: Attack

Chapter 78: Attack

The flick of his fingers sent the coin tumbling skyward, spinning like a tiny, golden sun. Its gleaming surface caught the endless light of the battlefield, twisting and shifting as if reflecting not just the present—but the future itself.

Dawn’s gaze remained locked on its flight, his breath steady, his mind razor-sharp.

No vague questions this time.

This battlefield was a crucible of blood and steel, where titans clashed and legends crumbled into dust. There had to be someone here capable of ending his life. But vague inquiries would get him nowhere.

His lips parted.

"Can someone from the Flowing Swamp organization threaten my life?"

As though the question itself demanded a price, a sharp sting ran through his body, sapping his energy like an invisible toll. Dawn clenched his jaw, enduring the phantom pain with a grimace.

The coin spun faster, humming with a silent, cosmic resonance, warping the very air around it. Then, abruptly—

It stopped.

A single rune shimmered across its surface.

"No."

Relief washed over him like a tide. His shoulders loosened, the weight of uncertainty lifting ever so slightly.

So, the Flowing Swamp organization alone wasn’t the threat.

Which meant...

"A third party lurks in the shadows."

Dawn’s brows furrowed, his mind racing through possibilities. Who? What faction could it be? Yet no matter how much he analyzed, no obvious answer surfaced.

Tch.

He exhaled through his nose, the frustration a fleeting emotion before he let it go. No use dwelling on what he couldn’t yet see.

His fiery cape billowed behind him, the fabric burning with a shifting radiance—like the first breath of dawn spilling across a darkened sky.

The light stretched outward, illuminating the cracked terrain below.

Monsters lurking in the gloom instinctively recoiled, their bodies hissing as the golden glow seared their flesh.

The strong remained in the darkness, watching with unreadable expressions.

The weak... scurried away.

Dawn didn’t even spare them a glance.

---

Deep within the heart of the Flowing Swamp organization’s stronghold, a throne of bones sat in eerie silence.

Twisted remnants of divine beasts intertwined to form the tyrannical seat, their lifeless eyes hollowed out and dark. A reminder of dominance.

Upon it sat the Leader.

His very presence weighed on the room, a silent pressure pressing against the warriors assembled before him. His cold, calculating aura was suffocating—so much so that those with weaker souls didn’t even dare lift their gaze.

But not everyone feared him.

A woman lounged nearby, draped across an ornately carved chair, her cherry-pink lips curled into a teasing smile.

Her beauty was a trap, a slow-burning poison laced with something primal.

Every shift of her body, every flicker of her lashes, seemed designed to ignite something bestial in those who dared to look too long.

And the Leader had looked too long.

His throat bobbed.

He forcefully his gaze away, a scowl tightening his jaw.

"Damn this vixen."

Every time their eyes met, it was like something inside him fractured, like a beast caged too long, rattling against its chains.

But there was no time for distractions.

His fingers drummed against the throne’s armrest.

"Enough playing around." His voice, though steady, carried an edge of lingering frustration. "Are you certain the Red-Caped Demon will attack today?"

Doubt flickered in his tone.

It was ridiculous.

A single man? Attacking the headquarters of a dominant organization in the Swamp?

Ludicrous.

Yet the woman only chuckled.

A sound honeyed sweet, yet sharp enough to cut.

"Hehehe..."

The musical laughter sent shivers crawling up the spines of those who heard it.

She moved—not with the practiced elegance of nobility, but with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator.

Each step closer to the Leader.

Each movement stirring something in the air, an intoxicating mix of warmth and danger.

Then, she leaned in, just close enough that he caught her scent—a strange blend of playful gentleness... and something vicious beneath.

Her lips parted, voice smooth as silk but laced with ice.

"Don’t take my words lightly."

Her narrowed gaze cut straight to his core.

"If you want to survive today, you’d better listen to me..."

The Leader swallowed hard.

For a moment, the entire room felt smaller.

---

High above a grand estate, Dawn floated majestically.

The sprawling mansion below him was a stark contrast to the rest of the Poisonous Swamp.

Manicured gardens, pristine water pools, golden rooftops gleaming under the artificial sun—a paradise built atop a wasteland.

It was a sight that made his lip curl in disgust.

The rich feasted, drowning in luxury.

The weak rotted in filth, struggling to survive.

A breeze swept past, stirring his short hair.

But his expression remained unshaken.

He had no regrets. No hesitation.

This wasn’t a mission.

It was retribution.

His gaze sharpened as he mentally posed another question.

"Excluding the Leader, how many Gold-rank warriors does your organization have?"

Within the Great Universe Within, a certain Jack swallowed hard.

His eyes flickered to the mansion below, then back to Dawn.

His internal monologue screamed—

"This guy... is insane."

To attack a faction’s very headquarters—!?

This wasn’t confidence.

This was lunacy.

Yet, with no choice but to answer, he exhaled and spoke.

"There’s... one more. But he’s usually stationed outside..."

Dawn raised an eyebrow.

Two Gold-rankers?

In this wasteland, most factions barely had one.

No wonder they thought themselves untouchable.

A sudden commotion below snapped his attention downward.

Whispers. Clamors. Some voices mocking, others trembling with rage.

"That damn murderer finally showed himself!"

"What, is he here to apologize?"

"Bastard should’ve crawled out earlier!"

"Where were you hiding, coward!?"

Among them, some sneered, others cursed.

A few, their eyes burning red with hatred, clenched their fists in frustration.

To them, Dawn’s very presence meant one thing.

No skill crystal. No hope. No future.

Dawn heard it all.

His response?

A simple snort.

"These worms..."

Before he could take action—

A squad of guards rushed forward.

Their armor gleamed under the pale sky, weapons raised without hesitation.

"Such arrogance, trespasser!"

"You dare step into the Flowing Swamp’s territory!?"

"Die!"

No further words were exchanged, No second chances.

A hailstorm of arrows shot through the air.

Each tip gleamed with lethal intent.

And yet—

Dawn merely smiled, as if he wasn’t the one who was targeted.

The real battle was just beginning.