Villain Retirement

Chapter 1165: Chapter 1165: My Bad

"We were told that a Hero wouldn’t be born in a hundred years. So...

...who are you? If you do not give a proper answer, then the Church of Fate shall cleanse you from this world."

Riley still knew absolutely nothing of this world aside from it heavily relying on a black-and-white lens view of nature, literally. The very concept of the world was that good is good, and bad is bad—nothing else, and the system makes sure of that.

The system being a literal Book that decides what one’s entire role is in the ecosystem.

It was simple, extremely so—and that is why Riley was learning to slowly like it, no. He had only been here for 2 days, and he already liked it.

And yet why, even though the system already decided it, was there someone approaching him and telling him that the system was wrong? Riley stared at the robed figure for a few moments, staring at him from head to toe before reaching his hand out.

The robed figure quickly leaped back, pulling out several daggers and throwing it straight at Riley’s neck. Riley did not even bother dodging or swatting them away, however. He just let the daggers bounce from his skin.

The stranger quickly pulled out another weapon, a sword, and rushed toward Riley without any hesitation. As for Riley, he casually snapped his fingers, summoning the Book that held his title.

"Hmm!?" The stranger halted his steps, his eyes locking onto the book as soon as it appeared. But as soon as he saw the word ’Hero’ on it, the book suddenly disappeared—not because Riley returned it to wherever it was stored, no.

But because Riley disappeared from the stranger’s view too. Not for long, however, as the stranger suddenly felt something warm touching his cheek.

It was the book.

And Riley slapped him with it.

"Gukh!" The robed figure gritted his teeth from the sudden attack, that was the only thing he could do as his feet lifted from the ground and he rolled several times on the ground until ultimately being stopped by a wall.

Or so he thought.

The brick wall wasn’t enough to stop him, and he could hear his bones break along with the wall. Fortunately for him, he landed on a sofa inside the manor.

The stranger wheezed, his loud gasping breaths echoing almost echoing through the entire manor. He tried moving, but most of his bones were already broken—the only thing he could move were his eyes, which were slowly pointing toward the hole he made.

And from the cloud of dust, Riley emerged with a smile on his face.

"I suppose you could say the answer slapped you right in the face, no?" He confidently said as he approached the wheezing man, "I have been meaning to use that line for more than a decade, Stranger. But now that I have used it, I can not use it again—well, not if I kill you, that is."

"Hngrh!" The stranger tried lifting up his arm, but the only thing that happened was his shattered bones whispering in the air.

"I do not know who you are, Stranger." Riley sighed as he once again summoned the Book and grabbed it like a weapon, "But prepare to be hammered with knowl—"

Before Riley could say another one-liner, Gilbert arrived with several soldiers in tow.

"Is that you, Master Riley!? What is happening—the Church of Fate!?" Gilbert wanted to rush to help Riley at first, but his feet instantly halted when he saw the robed figure’s mangled state on the sofa.

Gilbert’s breath hitched, seemingly wanting to say a thousand words but coming up with none. And when the moment arrived that he opened his mouth, the lady of the house also arrived with their daughter and Louis.

Louis looked at Riley first and then narrowed his eyes when he saw the robed figure. He stared at the stranger for a few seconds before closing his eyes, shaking his head, and backing away—he did not even need to say anything at all, his expression was already enough for Riley to know that something big was about to happen.

But perhaps the one with the biggest reaction was the lady of the house—her gasp was the loudest even though she had covered her mouth.

"What... what in the Fate happened here!?" She raised her voice while rushing toward the stranger’s side, "Call for the healers, now!"

"Master... Master Riley. What... happened?" Gilbert gulped, not knowing what to do but to look between Riley and the mangled stranger.

"He attacked me out of nowhere, Gilbert," Riley answered without any hesitation as he stood in front of the stranger and the lady of the house. He did, however, step back when the healers arrived and started casting their... spells on the stranger. Gilbert was once again at a loss for words, but his wife was not.

"There must be some sort of misunderstanding!" The lady of the house stood up, clasping her hands together as she stood in front of Riley, "The Church of Fate supports Heroes! Why would he attack you!?"

"Because he said that the next Hero should be born a hundred years from now, Madam." Riley shrugged before telling the entire scenario and how it unfolded without missing anything at all—especially the moment he slapped the stranger with the book and said his one-liner.

"Then, this is all a misunderstanding!" The lady of the house smiled as she returned to the stranger’s side, holding his hand while uttering a prayer that Riley could not really understand.

"Good..." Gilbert let out a sigh of relief as he saw the emissary from the Church of Fate slowly recovering. And when he saw Riley crouch down beside his wife and place a hand on the stranger’s chest, a smile crawled on his face.

It would seem the hero forgives—

And before Gilbert could finish his thought, it was interrupted by the most visceral and guttural scream that could escape from his wife’s throat.

How could she not react like that, though... when Riley just casually pressed down the emissary’s chest and completely caved it in?

"Oh?" Riley felt his vision cloud as blood dripped from his nose. This was the system placed upon this world, and it would seem it was strong enough to kill someone as strong as Riley as he bled from all of his orifices,

"I suppose he was good. My bad."