I was led to a small alley away from the public eye.

I somehow anticipated this was going to happen. It was a typical style where the bully drags their prey to such a shady area. I am pretty sure these elite soldiers were popular with the crowd so they wouldn’t want the public to look at their ugly side.

I could have raised an alarm to avoid this situation, but there was a possibility the word might have gotten out about my identity that I was desperately trying to hide.

The alley was pretty gloomy and there didn’t seem a single soul here. There were few old boxes and a broken down horse cart in the passageway. The building beside was old and abandoned ones.

I guess me sitting in the same room as them, might have damaged their pride.

Now, they had scouted a perfect place to oppress someone even tho they just transferred, this morning. As expected of elite soldiers,

“Or more like elite bullies!”, I spoke out my mind by mistake.

One of the black haired boys got furious,

“What did you just say now?”

“This is a lovely place. Are we here for site seeing or what?”, I replied with my casual demeanor.

“Cocky bastard!”, he raised his fist, “This is what you get-”.

I saw this coming a mile away.

“Wait!”, shrieked the red-haired girl.

At her command, the boy did stop. As expected of a slave dog, she had them under her thumbs.

I glanced at that girl and our eyes met. She had a pretty cutesy smile which was creepy.

She still had her shirt’s button opened and her giant breasts could pop out any seconds.

Doesn’t she ever catch a cold?

The black hair dude was annoyed as she stopped him from punching me,

“But this guy is-”

She raised her palm in response and indicated him to stop talking.

The guy pursed his lips and lowered his arm.

He really wanted to punch me so badly, it seems.

The bitch than walked towards me with her arms tucked behind her back along with her cutesy smile. She was flaunting her womanly appeal, as she acted all innocent.

Was she seducing me to become one of her slave dogs?

She examined me with her eyes as I stood still and didn't move.

What was she trying to do?

I guess checking the products before claiming it?

But I won’t fall for her charms.

For some reason, she was quiet and thoroughly stared all over my body. This was pretty weird.

The other four guys were also staring at me as they emanated bloodlust. I can’t keep this going for so long.

“Excuse me miss, but I won’t be chained down like your slave dogs. So stop ogling over my body, please.”, I requested in a casual way.

“You bastard!”

“The hell did you say!”

“Little peasant shit!”

“You dare to disrespect… blah blah”

All four boys howled in anger and started to approach me with killing intent.

But they stopped as the bitch raised her arm.

“But this guy-”, black hair dude was trying to say something but ate his words back.

The girl took a step backward then with a cutesy tone,

“So you really are the last remaining family member of the Heller family?”, she asked.

So all this drama and cutesy acting to extract information.

As if I would fall for this but-

“Yes, I am the last remaining member of the Heller family and the son of Lucross Heller.”,

I responded with a straight answer without a shred of fear.

I do try to conceal the fact that I am from the Heller family.

But if I want to climb the stairs of ranks in the military than I can’t keep this fact concealed at least within the military. Hiding this fact might backfire things, later.

I need to be acknowledged by the military for who I am, and make them accept that Heller family was still someone noteworthy.

For how long will we have to suffer for the backlashes of my old man's incompetence.

My father who didn’t possess a last name, so he gave the last name ‘Heller’ to himself; He came from an orphanage from a small town village, later he rose through ranks and became a well-known hero.

I was not particularly close to him. For most of the time, he was always away from home, going to battle or some other missions. So I don’t really care about him, anyway.

“So, do you know that there is a huge bounty on your father’s head?”, the bitch asked me.

“Yes, about 100 million in silver rubians. I know.”, I replied.

Are they after the bounty?

“Good”, she said, “Then tell me where is he hiding?”

She asked me cutely as she winked and put one of her finger against the cheek.

Like I would fall for these petty tricks.

Even if I knew his location, I would be the first to arrest him and claim that bounty,

“Listen, I don’t know where is he or what’s he doing? So don’t-”

“Cisca! Boot release, 10%”, she blurted out.

“Wait-what-”

All of a sudden, she squatted and tilted to the one side as she launched a turning kick aimed at my guts.

I reflexively put my arms to defend but all of a sudden the vision in front of me changed and I was sent flying and then crashed into something.

I was puzzled and wonder what just happened.

Then the aftershocks from the kick came back sprawling over my body. My arms became numb and my stomach feels like it was crushed. Even after using my arms to block she was still managed to get a clean hit. I was having trouble breathing, it felt as if was being choked in the inside.

It seemed I was sent flying and crashed against the broken horsecart that I saw before.

I rolled on my back and making my body a little relaxing as I tried to fix my breath first. I need to calm down and get back into my senses.

As I wriggled in agony, she spoke,

“This is what the difference between us, elites and a local filth trash wannabe. Look down on us and you will be licking the filth as you are doing, right now. Ha!”, she said out loud in a mocking manner.

I wasn’t able to see her face, but I could totally imagine her expression of joy.

I guess my bones in my arms were shattered. Even after I worked my ass off so hard on my training my body and building my muscle, she still managed to shatter my arms like it was nothing.

I felt nauseous and dizzy, I might end up throwing up all my lunch here and now.

And she just used only 10% of the power of her single enchanted boot and I feel like shit, already.

So this is the true power of enchanted equipment.