After confirming that the system was working with Evil Pig's blood, William began searching for a below-iron pig to finish his quest.

He managed to kill another pig in the middle of the iron level in a few hours, but all he needed were these pigs' calves.

In the few hours he spent in the forest, he realized that these areas were much weaker than he had anticipated.

There were absolutely no creatures that could threaten him.

His dimensional bag had room to store two more iron-grade pigs. Maybe three if you squeeze it. That's why his quest had to find the piglets he wanted as soon as possible.

As the sun slowly lowered itself from the sky, he heard the sounds of fighting from about five hundred meters away.

He actually didn't want to interact with anyone, but the ones they were fighting could be the evil piglets he wanted.

He approached five hundred meters and jumped to the top of a tree. In front of him was a clearing fifty meters wide. He saw two piglets and people fighting the evil pig at the head of an iron level.

He didn't know any of these people, but a blond-haired boy looked familiar to him. The blond-haired boy was holding a dull black crossbow, firing relentlessly at the iron-level evil pig.

Arrows could penetrate the pig's body, but the youth's strength was clearly insufficient. He could dodge once or twice more, then he would be crushed under the hooves of the evil pig.

There were five of them in total and they were doing a good job dealing with the baby pigs, but their strength was too weak for the iron rank pig.

At first, William wanted not to interfere with them, but to walk away. On reflection, he realized that these boys might have been hunting for the first time, too. Maybe they would become powerful people who could help him escape from this island in the future. William realized that every single person is valuable.

The stronger the person, the more luck.

He decided to do it halfway.

He wouldn't show his strength, he would just use the dagger he got from Baldur.

William's view from the top of the tree was perfect. He gathered all his strength at his feet, and taking the dagger from his dimensional bag, he dashed towards the head of the iron-level pig.

When the blond-haired young man saw the boar speeding towards him, he thought he was going to die soon.

He quickly turned his feet to escape and activated a technique. He was about ten meters away when he had to turn to look at the voice behind him.

"Booooomm!"

The view he saw behind him was that of his savior.

William sat on the neck of the pig with all his strength and weight.

His strength was incomparable to this pig, but the momentum he gained as he fell from a height was enough to bend his neck.

Sticking a dagger in the pig's head was the most useless attack in the world. The dagger in his hand wasn't that strong, so he was sure it would break as he tried to pierce his bones.

So he targeted the large blood vessels in the pig's neck. He held the dagger in his right hand and stabbed it with all his might. Then he pulled himself towards him with all his might. He cut almost half the length of the pig in one go. He jumped over it and landed ten meters away to avoid being caught by the struggling pig.

He knew that the iron-level evil pig would soon bleed to death. So he left him and was thrown to the other piglets. He killed them both in a short time.

Finally, he put his dagger in his dimensional bag and approached the piglets.

At that moment, the blond-haired boy was looking at William in confusion.

The one who helped them felt that he knew their savior from somewhere.

As William bent down to pick up the evil piglets, the sunlight hit his face through the trees, and he recognized who it was.

This man was the one who humiliated him!

Of course, he still hadn't forgotten the man who beat him and his two assistants during the first lesson! How could he forget?

He was constantly mocked by his brothers! Even his noble friends from his own time were constantly making fun of him.

Right now, this man didn't have that musical instrument on his back, but he was absolutely sure it was him.

A sinister glint appeared in his eyes. He looked at the crossbow in his hand and the two last remaining arrows.

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Those last two arrows were definitely worth spending on this man! And the danger had passed. The man he was about to kill had saved them.

He pulled out his crossbow and aimed it right at William's neck. He looked at his own men and realized that they were still tired and happily thanking William.

He felt that he should warn them.

He pulled the trigger of the crossbow while shouting.

"Get ready for battle!" "Kacha! FIUV!" "PAT!"

William noticed instantly that someone behind him was shouting. William's perception was definitely higher than these boys, he had heard the trigger of the crossbow. With incredible speed, he turned his head and saw the arrow coming towards him.

It was like a black dot coming right into his eye.

At that moment, a feeling arose in William. He felt that he could hold the arrow that came to him. He looked very slow as he moved his hand, but in a blink of an eye, he caught the arrow.

Then he stood up and looked at the blond youth, who looked puzzled that he had missed the arrow.

"With me? Fight?" he asked, frowning.

Seeing the face clearly before him, William recognized him now. 'What did this man call himself the prince of?'

He knew he was the prince of a kingdom, but it was so insignificant to him that he had completely forgotten about it.

The look of surprise on the blond youth's face quickly gave way to fear. He started stuttering as he tried to speak quickly.

Meanwhile, the other disciples slowly raised their swords and walked over to the prince. William could have killed them instantly had he wanted to, but he didn't. First of all, he wondered what this prince had driven him to do.

"I…I…Sorry, my hand accidentally touched the trigger!" The prince apologized.

William could tell from his speech that it was a complete lie.

He stuttered at first, but when his friends came to him, his self-confidence increased. Maybe he thought he could handle William right now?

William didn't care about his gaining confidence. It would only take him a few seconds to kill five of them with such weak people. So he sat on the baby pig behind him and took out his sword from his dimensional bag. It was still in its sheath. He set it upright on the ground and used it as a support for his arm.

"Now, little prince. I want to ask you a few questions."

The prince slowly got rid of his fear as well. In a confident tone, he raised his face slightly, as if he was even, and spoke.

"Ask."

William shook his head, smiling. 'There's really no such thing as a man.' he thought.

"The question I want to ask you is: Have you had everything you wanted before? So your parents gave you whatever you wanted right away?"

The prince was taken aback by this question. He replied quickly, without thinking. "What kind of question is that? I'm a prince, of course, I got everything I wanted." He said proudly.

"Ah? Then one more question. Did you ever fight before you came to the academy?"

The prince felt a little embarrassed about this. His face darkened a little. "No." He said in a low voice.

William nodded. It was like a teacher pointing out where he went wrong.

Then he stood up and began to speak.

"Today, I will teach you my first and last lesson. Absolutely no teacher in the academy would teach this class!"

He took a step and cut the neck of one of the men on the far right, whom he recognized as the prince's assistant, with his sword, which he drew with astonishing speed. Then he took a step back and returned to where he had just been.

He had moved as slowly as possible so that the prince could see him, but the decapitated youth did not notice for a few seconds that William had separated his head from his body.

Others had gone mad. They wanted to shout and run, but William kept talking.

"The first topic of this lesson is power! Power is everything." Said.

He took another step, and the head of the young man just to the left of the Prince flew off.

"Second topic! The only thing you're missing! Experience! Experience matters!"

He took another step. But this time, no one died, his sword was on the prince's neck, and a small drop of blood slowly fell from the prince's neck.

"Third and final issue! Baseless arrogance! It is the biggest factor in the death of people. A man should know where to brag. This is your own success! If you brag about your father's or someone else's success, you will definitely be the first to die!"

His sword was still around his neck, but it didn't cut. The prince was already starting to pee under him. The golden blonde hair on his face was stuck to his forehead. There was a strong smell. It was most likely leaked.

"Then the last question. If you answer this question correctly, maybe I can let you live!" said. He lowered the sword and looked into the prince's eyes.

The frightened prince shook his head up and down in great pain.

"When you fired that arrow at me before, did you mean to kill me?"

William already knew the answer. The reason it frightened him so much was that he heard the answer from him. In this way, he could feel more comfortable killing a person. His belief in social justice and his own understanding of justice conflicted in some parts.

That's why he's doing this right now. Even though the arrow didn't kill him, he had to kill to protect himself, since the other person had the desire to kill him.

This was the justice that William believed in. He stood for justice against himself.

The prince lowered his head in great despair. He couldn't speak. He was also deeply regretful. Maybe he thought he had hit the hardest rock in the world.

William nodded in understanding. He confirmed with his eyes that the prince did indeed harbor a murderous intent.

He took a step back and thrust the sword into the prince's chest.

The prince was a somewhat lucky man. He felt almost no pain, thanks to the sharpness and speed of the firebringer.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the sword that had pierced him. It might have been the most beautiful sword he had ever seen. The only sound he could make was 'Very beautiful' with blood coming out of his mouth. Instantly, his body lost its strength and he fell to the ground.

As the prince fell to the ground, William drew his sword from his body.

He looked at the last two men left. Seeing him kill a prince and two of his assistants in cold blood, the duo trembled to the core.

Finally, someone succumbed to fear and shouted.

"Sorry! Please don't kill us. We're just here to help with the hunt. We do not recognize him!" said.

William actually took pity on them.

He felt the need to give a speech.

"Guys, unfortunately, when you're doing a job, you have to finish it completely. After all, I'm just the son of a simple baron. I don't want to get into trouble. Sorry."

He swung his sword at a speed that the two of them could not see. The two lost their heads without feeling any pain and fell to the ground.

William knew the next job was cleaning.

He quickly searched five people and pulled out anything useful. He found five swords, five armors, one crossbow, which he guessed was made of black iron, and a dimensional bag.

The dimensional bag was on the prince. It was probably given to him by his royal father. He knew he had to hurry before he looked inside. This wasn't deep in the forest, after all. It wouldn't end well if someone saw it.

He quickly turned their bodies to ash using his flame steps. Then, he took the dead evil pigs into his dimensional bag and began his journey back to the academy.