Acheron walked the halls, his hand on his chin deep in thought. He didn't notice the stares and the students pointing at him as he walked, murmuring in each other's ears.

Acheron had just walked out of the building, his head low, still deeply contemplating something.

Suddenly, someone stepped right in front of him. Acheron didn't even look up as he still focused on talking to himself.

"Move for me" Acheron simply said,

A Japanese boy stood in Acheron's way. The boy was handsome and towered over Acheron at a height of 2 meters. His hair was blonde, but it was bleached, and he had fake blue eyes, the boy probably wore contacts. This boy was clearly trying to imitate a certain type of white person.

"Acheron Belau, right? As a hero of women, I have decided to challenge you for the freedom of our goddesses!" said the boy.

Half listening to him, Acheron responded halfheartedly, never once lifting his head, he continued to whisper to himself after answering.

"Yeah whatever, sure"

Hearing Acheron's answer, the people around him started to gather to watch the show. Even though Acheron was hardly here and was gone for a month, his prestige only grew as time passed. Everyone by now had heard how he had challenged and won almost 300 matches single-handedly without breaks.

These days new nicknames have been passed around when referring to Acheron, 'The Monster', 'The Harem King', 'Lucky Bastard', these were just some of the few.

"Great!" the boy exclaimed, as he started to look for a teacher to referee the match.

"Oh, Thirio-sensei! Can your referee our match? He has already agreed!"

Thirio-sensei looked over; her beautiful face forever frozen in a cold expression, she nodded before walking over.

Thirio-sensei seemed to be in a rush as the moment she arrived she initiated the match.

"Ready? Start!"

The boy looked at Acheron who still had his head down whispering to himself. He smiled but his eyes were full of anger, Acheron had been ignoring him like a pest this whole time! like he wasn't even worth his time.

'I'll beat him quickly and then my reputation will rise even further, letting me capture these beautiful girls even easier'

The boy threw a straight punch, hoping to end the fight with a one-hit KO but Acheron just tilted his head dodging the blow easily.

Shocked that his punch missed he went for another one but finally heard what Acheron was talking to himself about.

"I'm okay, right?.... yeah, I'm fine!... I'm 90% percent sure… no! I'm 98… I'm 99% sure!..... Really? 99 percent? Don't you think that's a little too high?" Acheron said,

"What is this feeling then?...."

The boy looked at Acheron weird before quickly throwing another punch. Acheron still didn't bother looking before slowly swatting the punch with his palm. Acheron slowly followed up with a grab to the boy's shoulder.

The boy couldn't dodge the hand, no matter how he tried, the hand slowly reached for his shoulder. Once the hand contacted his shoulder, the boy felt as if a mountain collapsed on top of him.

The boy's knees buckled under the pressure, kneeling right in front of Acheron.

The boy struggled but couldn't do anything, he was stuck in that position as Acheron's handheld him in place. He felt so humiliated right now, kneeling in front of the boy he had challenged so arrogantly. He then heard Acheron speak to himself.

"Oh? I'm in a mood!" Acheron quietly exclaimed to himself, his eyes finally focusing on the boy kneeling in front of him.

"… a bad mood.." Acheron's eyes turned fierce and a crazed smile twisted on his face.

The boy regretted challenging this madman in front of him.

The crowd was cheering and laughing, that was until Acheron pulled the gun out. The crowd shut up real quick.

The boy's eyes narrowed into needle points at the sight of the .44 Magnum. The boy started shivering in fear, he knew he had fucked up challenging this maniac. That was a real gun!

*BAM*

Acheron pulled the trigger towards the floor that was to his right. A smoking quarter-sized hole appeared right in the concrete.

"Y-y-y-you can't do this! That's not allowed!" the boy said, his body shivering with fear.

"You didn't say no weapons~…" Acheron responded as he gave the cylinder a quick spin before he put the barrel in the boy's mouth.

"Those that oppose me must never look down upon me"

Acheron slowly and methodically pulled the safety back,

*Click*

At this point the boy was crying, snot running down his face. A puddle forming underneath him; the boy had pissed himself in front of everyone.

"P-p-pweash thont!!!" the boy begged for his life slobbering all over the barrel of the gun, he struggled but it was useless. Acheron's and was as hard as steel and didn't budge no matter how much he struck it.

Acheron slowly pulled the trigger, a crazed and scary smile on his face.

*Clack*

The gun went off, but no bullet was fired.

"It seems you got lucky…." Acheron said as he chuckled, his face now back to normal.

The boy's eyes were rolled to the back of his head, he had lost consciousness from the fear and shock Acheron had put on his weak mind.

"Weak," Acheron said.

Acheron let go of the boy and quick-fired the remaining 4 bullets the gun towards the floor, the five holes on the ground forming a smiley face [:)].

He then walked towards Thirio-sensei, who had never even bothered to change expression through the whole ordeal, and handed her the gun.

"Return that to Kobayashi-sensei, please," Acheron said with a sweet smile on his face.

Thirio-sensei nodded and announced the winner before leaving, she couldn't care less about what just transpired and the possible murder scene that could have happened.

The crowd split like the Red Sea once Acheron walked by. No one bothered to help the boy who was lying face-first in a puddle of his piss.

The girls were watching just meters away, wry smiles on their faces.