Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

It still felt weird that his language was the same as the universal tongue in this world. Aside from the obvious troublemakers, Robert was interested in why they referred to the scimitars he held as artifacts. Soon, he relaxed his grip.

At first, he wanted to quickly kill three of them in sudden action, knowing that the pattern of these three fancy leather clothed thugs had some weapons of their own.

'One is a sword, there is a small axe, and the last one has some weird orb floating around him. I don't believe in superstition but it's hard to stay as an unbeliever in this world it seems.'

Robert checked the mission screen in her right pupil, he wanted to know if those three are the 'Usurper' that the system was referring to.

Donning an eerie fake smile, Robert took out his scarf and threw two scimitars on his left hand to the floor immediately before the thugs closed their distance to a weapon range. This gave those three some time before picking up the scimitars.

He also expected some long range attack so he slouched to not make his muscle tense and be ready for any sudden movement. It also gave a sign that he looks approachable by decreasing his size even for a bit.

"My bad, my bad." Robert widened his closed-eye smile. "I actually picked these from the right alley intersection behind me over there, there are many of them. You fellas can take these two but the other four are mine, got it?"

One of the thugs felt intimidated by the smile while the aiseirighian who seemed to be the leader on the front sneered and exaggerated his walk to reach for two scimitars. "You're a weird one, you know that?"

The orb user got close to the intimidated one and whispered, "I can't read his mana signature, Culo will either die angering a higher realm cultivator or strike a jackpot with that artifact."

Robert couldn't hear the whisper but looking at the orb user and the other lackey faces, he knew that they were cautious enough which would be a little pain in the ass for him.

'I'll be coming for you two first then.'

His hooded eyes were beaming on the vision in front of him. Calm yet hungry, as if he was a predator appraising his meal action and consequences before sinking his teeth deep into their veins. He put both of his hands to the back, and transferred one scimitar on his left to the other hand, all while maintaining his creepy smile.

The man with the sword still sheathed arrived at the perfectly-thrown two scimitars stacking on each other. He then added some commentary before slouching and trying to pick them up, "But you know? Even if you said the truth about the huge stash of artifacts lying around somewhere, I still want the other four—"

There was no sign, no gush, no killing intent nor any kind of wind up to what had happened. The leader of the thug felt a jolt of frostbite to his spine the moment when two flying scimitars appeared on the upper edge of his vision, passing above him.

Culo was left frozen because it was also the moment where he felt an extreme pressure from the sudden burst of killing intent with the man in front of him as the source. It wasn't the normal kind of killing intent, it was seamless yet psychotic.

In a split second he darted to the person in front of him, grinning wide like a maniac while giving out a laidback energy, with both hands on the front after instantly throwing those scimitars. Robert was staring at him, as if he was saying 'you are next' to his very face.

Culo's hands were only a few centimeters left before reaching the scimitars. He looked back in instinct, only to find both of his falling friends had their skulls pierced by those scimitars.

He was so relaxed back then that he forgot what to do in this situation. Filled with anger and hesitation, he gritted his teeth and abruptly shifted his sight to the predator, only to find that a shoe was filling the frame before the impact launched his whole body far to the center in-between the corpse of his acquaintance.

'How!?' The sting was still there. Culo then opened his eyes—the very same shoe stomped at his face and swirled about as if he was a wrinkled waste of cigarette.

"Huh? This body is surprisingly stronger than it looks." Robert then hurled another strong kick to his abdomen. "I thought you wanted all of my artifacts? I gave you two and you keep none of them."

Robert grabbed at his horn and raised up his head before splashing his pained face with the dirt and small debris covered with dust from nearby ground. Culo writhed in agony as some of the tiny rocks and dirt slipped into his eye socket.

"W-WHAT DO YOU WANT!? ARGH—" Culo felt that some of his bone got dislocated, the thought of it made him lose any hope of trying to resist. "SPARE ME! DON'T KILL ME! I BEG YOU!"

Culo reflexively opened his eyes, the stinging jolt of numerous foreign substances in his eyes made him wiggled his body to overwhelm the pain. Whimpering, he got kicked again in the groin for a huge blow.

"Hush, I suggest you keep your eyes closed, it will be less hurtful that way." Robert then dragged him by the horn and slammed Culo's back on the wall. "I want some primary to intermediate lessons about common sense here, haha. Talk wrong and I'll yank your limbs with these handy meat hangers, don't worry about the glue because the hanging will not be done above the ground."

At first, Culo was still panicking and it took him a solid two minutes before able to do any sort of normal communication. Still closing his eyes, he answered everything that was asked such as where he was, where to buy food, currency, artifact, cultivation common sense as he squeezed Culo's head for hours to dry out of every information that wasn't even given by the handy screen in his left pupil.. The night was still young after all.