Morning came and our bored gamer was not welcomed by the usual peace and quiet.

"Prince Ronan!"

"Prince Ronan!"

"Prince Ronan!"

"PRINCE!"

"PRINCE!"

"PRINCE!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!" There was a chorus of sorrowful voices and loud knocking on the door. It was obvious that something very bad happened at this time.

"SIGH!"

"What a great way to wake up." Clark took a deep breath and got up quickly to meet his unwanted visitors. This was the price of being infamous after all.

"What is it, Alfred? What's wrong with these people?" Our good gamer asked the moment he saw the old and familiar face of Alfred.

He did not know anybody else around him aside from this only acquaintance in the town last night.

There were maybe more than a hundred souls at this time and what was more eye-catching was a certain family who bawled for justice and more.

"HELP US, PRINCE RONAN!"

"Our daughter... she..." A middle aged woman shouted but then went suddenly unconscious because of the ordeal. Her mind could not take the extreme trauma that beset her morning.

"A girl was found molested, my prince. Fortunately, she was not killed afterwards. The victim is their daughter." Alfred replied and there was clear hate in his voice.

Alas, he was also powerless to do anything. Some brave men of the town tried to gang up on the evil man who did but they came back with several bruises and swollen faces.

"It's one of your knights who did it, prince!"

"Let the culprit pay! Cut him into pieces!"

"That's too light a punishment!

"I say let stray dogs fuck that bastard knight also!" The emotions of the people burned hotly.

This ruckus had invited the attention of most of the townspeople and it did not take that long for the audience's number to rise up to two hundred.

Judging from everyone's angry voices, it would be too easy for them to explode into frenzy.

"I see. Then let the culprit pay for his sins." Our bored gamer gently said and began walking through the mob.

It was rather convenient for him to know who started this chain of events to begin with. The sea of people parted and made way for our avid gamer.

They hoped for the best but just could not see any real reason to believe in this banished prince.

Nevertheless, everyone was curious to find out how this drama will unfold in the next few minutes.

'Show me who's guilty or not, Nancy.' Clark instructed using only his thoughts.

"Affirmative, host."

"DING!" Nancy replied and a green arrow appeared before the eyes of our very own protagonist.

Having an op system cheat like Nancy was truly convenient to solve the more mundane aspects of life.

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"RUPERT COOK! Come out!" Our bored gamer shouted after a 5 minute walk. There were rows of hastily made houses before him and this was of course the barracks for his 90 knights.

Many of the knights were already up since they acted as a team and defended themselves against the angry mob this morning.

They had it easy against the untrained people of Far Water.

"Drag the rotten prick out of his sound sleep!" Clark ordered his knights in a harsh voice.

"..." Alas, no one amongst the knights replied to our good gamer's summons. They had a tight brotherhood and no banished prince could easily take that away from them.

"Does this prince not have any followers at all?" Clark asked with a smile. Again, there was only silence.

If there was someone who came to his side then that person would have been spared from a world of pain. Unfortunately, the bond amongst these 90 knights was indeed as hard as a rock.

They would even shelter a rapist in this midst.

"Very well then. I will let you remember this day for the rest of your life." Our avid gamer vowed and stalked gently into the center of conflict.

"Stand back, prince! You have no authority over us!" The nearest knight warned but immediately found out how stupid he was for letting his guard down.

"DING!"

"DING!" Two soft eggs got mercilessly crushed by a swift leg kick.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" This hapless knight screamed then rolled to the ground in pain.

Luckily for him, he was not the only one who shall taste this agony of having his precious jewels be shattered.

"THUD!"

"THUD!"

"THUD!" Three more bodies followed suit and their yell of pain was heard in the aftermath. Same as the first one, these three also held their broken nether regions.

Although Clark did not have any immortal techniques on him but to deal with 90 trained knights was quite elementary for him.

His body was like the wind and he seemed to have eyes at the back of his head as he weaved through these groups of knights in order to render punishment.

"What are you all doing?! Form lines! Take your shield and sword but don't kill the bastard prince!" A commander from the knight roared in order to gather his men.

Nonetheless, all of them were shocked indeed! They could not fathom how a useless prince could defeat them without using any weapon at all.

"Surround him! Shield bash!" The commander shouted and his words immediately got an effect.

At least 20 men encircled our bored gamer and planned to knock him out using their shields alone. Alas, even the greatest plans were bound to shatter at the onset of conflict.

Clark ran forward and jumped on the closest shield. He then used that momentum to propel himself backward and over the heads of those that wanted to trap him.

The next thing he did was simple.

"CRACK!"

"CRACK!"

"CRACK!"

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More sensitive eggs got kicked and the agony of men continued. This went on for a long time until someone broke this monotonous beat down.

"WHOOSH!" An arrow flew and wished to steal the life of our very own protagonist. It almost hit but Clark rolled to the left to save his heart from any unwanted piercing.

"A wise man or a cowardly opportunist? I wonder which one you are." Clark raised one brow and then he smiled. After that, he took a fallen sword beside him.

Blood was going to flow from here on out.