A few people in brown uniforms suddenly emerged from the darkness, gripping their rifles and aiming them at me. Slowly, they approached with their fingers ready on the trigger.

"Don't move! Miss Sheila, we've come to take you," said a man in his mid-40s, his gaze resembling that of a wolf stalking its prey.

The woman began to walk slowly backward, never diverting her attention from me. Eventually, she reached the side of the man and said, "We'd better leave. I'm not sure we can defeat the guy in front of us."

The man's weapon hissed, releasing hot vapor, and a wide grin appeared on his face. "Don't worry, Miss Sheila. We are your finest soldiers; there's no way we can lose to a young man-"

I appeared right in front of his face, gripping the barrel of his rifle and crushing it (thanks to Glory, of course). Judging by their reaction, I could tell they believed I could do it because it was my own power. They surely didn't know that Glory could transform according to the user's wishes.

What would happen if I were to tell them that the second bracelet on my left arm is their Glory?

"I've already told your miss, weapons like those won't be of any use against me," I said to him who now looks panicked. "And as trained soldiers, isn't it your duty to assess the situation? Fight or flee... I believe fleeing is the most suitable option for now, isn't it?"

One of them fired a shot.

Thanks to Glory, which can slow down time for two seconds, I caught the bullet with my teeth and discarded it while struggling to maintain my balance. Playing with time like I just did made my head spin.

The young man who fired the rifle was startled to see it. He stepped back, fear evident on his face, clutching the rifle so tightly that I was sure his hands must have been in pain, turning white like that. His body trembled, and I hoped he wouldn't wet his pants.

I took a long breath and immediately moved to confront another group of people dressed in all black, just like the previous two individuals. They ran into the room from the front door, rifles in hand and triggers pressed.

More than ten bullets flew, instantly dropping to the ground, thanks to the increasing gravitational force with each step I took. The bullets clinked, sending chills down their spines who were now rushing to fire more bullets.

A lot of bullets were scattered on the surface of the factory floor. Not a single one touched me.

I walked towards the figure closest to me, gripping their rifle and letting it be sucked into a small black hole I created. They trembled. There was a plea for forgiveness in a pair of eyes that I now stared at from behind the mask.

Laughter escaped from my mouth as I patted them on the shoulder and continued walking towards the Miss Sheila's group, who remained silent, unable to believe what their eyes beheld.

"Here's a tip for you newcomers to this world. Never underestimate someone, regardless of their age. Because they could be just like me, or even more ruthless.

Believe it or not, there are a few who can easily overthrow your mighty kingdom with a flick of their hand. Coincidentally, I happen to know two of them. So..." I turned to face the unsettling group in black attire in front of me, raised my right hand, and swung it downward, allowing gravity to pull them until their bodies were crushed and blood splattered everywhere.

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"W-what are you doing?" trembling Miss Sheila asked.

"Exterminating pests. There's no need for you to explain, I can already sense the unpleasant aura from those people.

However, I still don't understand why esteemed individuals like you, the prominent ones in Clockheart City, would encounter them in the middle of the night, in an old factory. You haven't forgotten what I told you, have you?" I threatened.

Deep down, I didn't want to, but I could sense that cursed man watching, so whether I liked it or not, I had to act this way.

"O-okay, I'll explain," she stammered.

"Let me explain, Miss Sheila," the man quickly replied.

I turned to him. "Did I ask you to speak?"

He fell silent and withdrew, allowing the lady to answer.

"Forgive Albert, he only wanted to protect me," she said, then quickly continued when she saw my gaze. "W-we are the League of Rangers, I know, it's a somewhat childish name.

The name was created by my younger brother, Cleo Arfritz. A week ago, he was abducted by a group of unknown people who we eventually found out are called the Vulture. They are..." Miss Sheila took a deep breath, steeling herself before uttering the words,

"Cannibals."

Huh? Wait, what?

"As you already know, they are flesh-eaters, and my brother was taken by such people. That's why I formed this organization, the League of Rangers or Lors, to search for him and rescue him.

We also plan to destroy the group so that there will be no more darkness in Clockheart. They have spread terror, especially in District Two, but everyone dismissed it as mere rumors, so no one ever took action. Only after my brother was taken did they realize that such people exist in the real world."

"So, the ones behind us are the Vulture?" I asked to confirm.

"Oh, no. They're just a small group trying to become part of the Vulture," Miss Sheila looked around, appearing hesitant to explain further, then said, "How about we discuss this at my house instead? It's much safer than here. They might come back to search for members who didn't return with information."

The man was about to refuse but quickly stopped when Miss Sheila raised her hand, commanding him to stay silent and not challenge her decision now.

"Mr. Z—"

"Just call me Z."

"Alright, Z," she repeated, with a softer tone that could be considered as coaxing, raising the eyebrows of her subordinates, while making the man named Albert look gloomy. "It will be quite a long journey, Z. Do you have the time?"

I walked closer to her, reaching for both of Miss Sheila's hands. "No need to walk, I'll show you something. Spin around." She started spinning slowly, facing forward with her right hand now held in my grip and extended forward. "Close your eyes and imagine an empty courtyard at your house or a spacious room." I gave her a moment. "How is it? Have you got it?"

She nodded, and without me realizing, wearing a warm smile.

"This might surprise you and make you feel nauseous, but hang in there," I called out to them, then began to focus not only on Glory but also on Miss Sheila, whose heartbeat I suddenly sensed. It was racing so fast that I worried she might have a heart attack.

I could also feel a warm feeling in her heart, with various thoughts about me- I won't delve into it further, as that is private.

The reason I'm doing this is because I've wanted to try it for a long time, but never found the right moment or perhaps I just forgot. Teleportation magic is a part of Ancient magic used by the elves, so I'm not sure if I can achieve the same thing using Glory.

However, what if I utilize someone else as a medium for teleportation? Does that still count as magic?

I hope I don't fail because it would be quite embarrassing, especially given my position and the current situation with Miss Sheila, as if we were a dancing couple.

As Glory began to shine brightly, the factory instantly faded like watercolor and slowly transformed into vague scribbles, depicting buildings, as if we were moving through them. In less than three seconds, we arrived in a room identical to the one in Miss Sheila's imagination.

She lost her balance slightly, which I quickly caught to prevent her from falling, causing her face to flush even more.

Meanwhile, the others hurriedly ran out of the room, covering their mouths with their hands. I myself wanted to vomit, but I held it in to maintain my cool image now (once again, because he was still watching...)

Oh! He's gone now.

"Are you alright?" I asked, concerned.

She nodded softly. "Yes, thank you. You're... amazing."

"Oh, I'll tell you the secret later," I replied. "How about we continue discussing the Vulture? Every second we have is precious in saving your brother. The sooner we deal with them, the better." I also had a feeling that this group was not as simple as just a "bunch of cannibals."

Miss Sheila nodded again, turned around, and said, "Follow me," in a voice that I was quite certain was trying to entice me.