This King Had An Omnishop-Chapter 18 - Saving

He coughed awkwardly and said, "Hey, don't look at me like that! I'm talking about that bastard king doing it. I haven't done anything like that, so don't misunderstand." The burly man explained himself quickly.

Despite his explanation, all of them moved a few inches away from him, shivering at the mere thought. What kind of lustful person could even commit such a crime?

Alexander, who was listening to their conversation beneath the cover, had a grim expression.

"A dog? I don't even remember such a thing. If I really did that, I'd rather cut off my wiener," Alexander thought coldly.

Whoever had spread that rumor was definitely going to face his wrath, he would really beat them to death without hesitation.

It even fueled his anger more when he was cursed, stating that he's next target would be a goat, pig and even a cow.

So, he decided to stop this group of ignorant men to quell his rising anger.

"Anything else you'd like to say about your beloved king?" he asked, his voice laced with pressure.

The men, who were huddled together, exchanged nervous glances. Panic began spreading among them like wildfire.

The thin man stammered, "N-no, sir! We were just, uh... expressing gratitude! Yes, gratitude for the king's, uh... generosity in sending you!" he said with a nervous, broken smile.

"That's right, sir. We are greatly, uh... thankful for you coming here," the burly man added, sweat dripping down his face.

Alexander smirked faintly. "Gratitude, huh? I'll be sure to pass your 'appreciation' along to him... in vivid detail."

The men paled instantly upon hearing this. If this warrior ever delivered their words to the king, they were doomed. The punishment for defamation of the king was death.

As commoners, they were well aware of the severity of such a crime. Seeing their terrified expressions, Alexander decided to let it go.

"Alright then, consider this your last warning. If it happens again, it will result in punishment. Understood?" Alexander said firmly.

All of them nodded their heads one by one, agreeing with him.

Inside the house, where the door was open, a girl was assisting a woman by the waist. The woman leaned on the girl's shoulder to keep herself from falling.

"Sis, this man was actually sent by the king. I think we've really misunderstood him," the girl said to the woman.

The woman just shook his head and sigh, "Only one person? Is it even enough? The problem in just this village alone is very hard to be taken care of, he at least needed to send a group of soldiers to fend off the beast. Sigh, If only I was not too stubborn when mom and dad died, we would have already moved to another kingdom to lived peacefully."

The girl shook the her elder sister's hands compassionately, "Don't blame yourself sister, that's just only because you believe in the king's father and also the king to make the kingdom properous again. But isn't this a great improvement, since the king finally send a warrior even though its just only 1 person." She reasoned towards her.

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The woman did not say anything as she shook her head in reply with a sigh at the end.

"We'll see" The woman muttered, looking at the mysterious man's back.

Alexander, with his back turned to the two females, could clearly hear their conversation. He was surprised that someone still believed in the king, despite all he had done.

However, that belief was clearly waning with time. Yet, the little girl still seemed to trust him. Now that Alexander was pretending to be a confidant of the king, he needed to show them that the king had someone powerful at his disposal.

So the villagers would trust him again, and this renewed reputation would also spread throughout the kingdom.

Suddenly, from somewhere in the central part of the village, a loud shout echoed throughout the area.

The eight men were stupefied and filled with fear, knowing that it had started again.

"What's that shout?" Alexander asked the group of eight.

The burly man hurriedly explained, trembling as he spoke, "That's the wandering beast! It comes every night when it's hungry. It always kills some of us and then comes back the next day to feed again. That's why we always turn off the lights and keep our doors shut to protect ourselves."

Hearing this explanation, Alexander burst into action, moving with incredible speed, knowing that the lives of his people were in danger.

The sheer air pressure created by Alexander's movement was like a whirlwind, causing the eight men in front of him to be pushed to the ground.

He ran down the road and spotted a house with a broken window, from which cries for help could be heard.

The ground beneath him caved slightly as he launched himself forward, leaping through the window. Inside, he saw a Direwolf about to attack someone.

"Roll!" Alexander growled, raising his leg and delivering a powerful sideways kick.

The Direwolf, sensing the danger too late, couldn't react in time. It was sent flying into the wall, its side colliding with it so forcefully that the entire house trembled.

The Direwolf growled in pain. Alexander, seeing that the Direwolf did not get up, turned his attention to the person who had shouted—it was a child.

The kid looked exhausted, his left arm heavily injured from a deep scratch. Even if it healed, a scar was likely to remain.

Worse, his head appeared to have hit something hard, as blood was dripping down his face, staining his eyes red.

Realizing he had been saved, the kid couldn't help but cry as he looked up at his savior. However, dizziness quickly overtook him, and he suddenly fell unconscious.

Alexander hurriedly crouched down, catching the kid before his head could hit the ground. Checking his breathing, Alexander sighed in relief.

"He's just tired and needs some rest," Alexander said calmly. Carrying the kid in his arms, his gaze shifted toward the Dire Wolf.

A cold, intimidating aura filled the house as Alexander walked toward the Dire Wolf. Lying on the floor with its eyes wide open, the creature observed him cautiously.

The pressure radiating from Alexander was overwhelming, more akin to that of a beast in human form.

The Direwolf wanted to flee, but as it tried to move, its bones emitted a series of cracking sounds, stopping it in its tracks.

Alexander, now standing in front of the Dire Wolf, looked down at it coldly before stepping on its head.

The sheer power of his leg was so destructive that the wooden floor cracked beneath the force, and the wolf's head was driven all the way into the ground.

[System Notification: You have slain a Level 2 Direwolf! Rewards: 5 EXP | 10 Omnipoints]