While I was delighting in the sweet taste of victory. I didn't realize three pairs of eyes were on me.

Three pairs of bestial eyes were staring at me from about 50 meters away.

I'm sure I wouldn't have noticed them if they'd just been hiding, but they purposefully exposed themselves.

Three black figures emerged from the shadows of the trees, accompanied by a cacophony of hoof steps.

Three pairs of hungry, dark eyes.

They had a long and fluffy tail that was raised like an antenna.

Each had two pairs of razor-sharp white tusks.

My stalkers were three black warthogs, which looked exactly identical.

These guys were warthogs, but there was something very "unwarthog-like" about them.

Aren’t warthogs and pigs from the same family? Why are you guys so intimidating?

I'm not sure how big a warthog should be, but these three are clearly larger than the average warthog.

It's only a rough estimation, but I believe each of them is about 2 meters long and 100 cm tall at the withers.

Their appearance was quickly followed by a very loud animalistic grunt.

To avoid making them panic, none of them made any other moves after revealing themselves, and neither did I.

We were just staring at each other.

There was a palpable sense of tension in the air.

I took a quick look at my backpack.

My backpack was three meters away.

I believe I can possibly—I say possibly—take care of one of them.

But there were three of them here, and these guys appeared to be confident in their ability to look after me. While my body is enhanced by Aina, I have impressive attack power, but I was particularly worried about my defense. Can my enhanced body withstand an impalement from these tusks?

Aaaa~

The thought of being impaled by a pig sent shivers down my spine.

That's settled then.

Regardless of how overconfident I am, I'm not putting my life on the line.

The best option here is to retre-

My thoughts were cut short by a sudden movement from one of the warthogs.

It charged at me, clearly intending to impale me with its tusk.

After being influenced by the first charge, the two other warthogs immediately joined the charge.

"Wait a minute!"

I took a leap of faith and dashed to where my backpack was. I grabbed it without even a slight deceleration and ran in the direction where I had the best chance of losing my pursuer.

In short, I ran deeper into the woods.

After a few minutes of running, I noticed that the trotting noise behind me had gone away.

Perhaps speed isn't their forte, but well, it makes sense given their size.

For the time being, it appears that I have lost them. It was only a hunch, but I had the impression that these three had not given up on me yet.

I didn't want to venture any further into the woods. Who knows what kind of abomination, such as these three, awaits me there? But I couldn't return either.

I chose to hide in a tree.

As soon as I did, two of the three warthogs appeared in front of my eyes.

They ran past the tree at full speed, clearly still pursuing me.

After they had vanished from my sight, the third one appeared from where the first two had vanished.

The third one was snorting and walking slowly.

He walked away just as I was about to exhale a sigh of relief. He returned and began sniffing around the area I was in.

This pig hasn't noticed that I'm in a tree yet; all he knows is that I didn't go where the other two did.

He was just below me, and I could see how massive he was from here.

Suddenly, an idea struck me.

I retrieved Olga and Martha from my backpack and unsheathed them quietly.

It was only a matter of seconds before he noticed me.

If I'm spotted by this warthog, I'll have no choice but to fight it; after all, I'm not sure if I can outrun it from this distance, and even if I can, the others might come back and join the fight.

So I didn't have a better plan than this one.

Taking him by surprise.

I jumped onto the third warthog with both of my hands firmly gripping Martha and Olga's grips.

The warthogs let out a painful groin while chaotically agitating.

I stabbed the warthog deep into its neck with Martha on my left hand and dragged Martha down vertically with all my might, intending to completely sever his neck.

I frantically stabbed the—sorry, stabbing wouldn't be the right word—with Olga on my right hand.

I mean, when I stabbed Olga into its ribs, she vanished deep within the flesh to make her way out the other side.

My entire arm was encased within the warthog.

He was done for sure. Nothing could survive something like that. Its head was nearly severed.

The warthog's body stopped twitching after several loud and desperate groans.

The warthog drew his last breath.

To be honest, I wasn't expecting it to be so easy; slicing through its body felt like slicing through a creamy cake.

Was that hulking physique just for show?

I knew I was strong while enhanced on Aina, but this guy was at the very least 2 meters long and almost as tall as me.

I took my hands from its carcass and saw how stained with blood they were—not just my hands, but my entire body was covered in blood.

"That's all you were good for, dirtying me," I said as I kicked the warthog carcass.

The kick propelled the carcass 50 meters away, splattering blood all over its path before collapsing into a tree.

"Eh."

My kick was delivered by a fully enhanced foot, but I wasn't expecting it to be this powerful.

Perhaps I had no reason to flee these three?

At first, I thought it was the warthogs who were squishy, but it turns out that I had underestimated my own strength yet again.

"It's a good thing modesty hasn't killed anyone. If it did, I'd be dead for a long time. " I said before bursting out laughing.

Suddenly, I heard a series of approaching hoof steps, which came from the direction of the two first warthogs.

When the two warthogs came into view, they charged at me without even pausing.

Oh dear, If only you knew.

I'm not the same Ronandt who was once afraid of you.

Thanks to your comrade, I've been reborn from my ashes.

The two were charging at me, not side by side, but with one in front of the other.

"Perfect."

I received one of the warthog's charges with my strongest kick, which was aimed at its skull.

Since I was too short to reach its head with just a simple quick, I had no choice but to perform what an expert would refer to as a perfectly executed jump kick.

I could hear a bone-cracking noise coming from the charge leader's skull, my kick sent both the charge leader and the one behind him flying,

They were launched not far away from me.

I went to the charge leader's location;

It was twitching pathetically.

Poor creature, it had already put one foot in the grave.

I crushed its skull under my feet, killing it on the spot since I didn't want him to suffer any longer.

The last one didn't appear to be too hurt because, by the time I finished with his comrade, he was already back on his feet and fleeing.

I let him get a head start because I was a compassionate man, but after a few breaths, I ran after him.

Of course, I'm not going to spare him. If I let this guy live, I'm sure he'll go deep into the forest, grind himself to death, become overpowered, and one day seek revenge on me.

No, no, that won’t do.

It didn't take me long to catch up with him; I let go of Olga and Martha in my arms and grabbed the warthog by the tail with both hands, slamming him repeatedly on the ground.

After about ten slams against the ground, the warthog was reduced to a squishy mess of blood, bone, and flesh.

I let go of what was left of its tail and grabbed Martha and Olga, whom I had ruthlessly dumped earlier on the ground.

"I guess my job here is finished." If I don't want to get lost in this forest, I should go back and retrace my steps. "

I cast a last glance over what was left of the warthog.

"May you rest in peace."