Chapter 470
After parting ways with Borin, Zeon continued wandering through the Goblin Market.
âThis is an emergency shelter made in Neo Seoul. Itâs crafted from the silk of Red-Eyed Spiders, so itâs both light and durable. If you ever get stranded in the desert or need to camp alone, this shelter will greatly improve your chances of survival.â
âThis item was handmade by one of our Goblin Market artisansâŠâ
The merchantsâ voices rang through the streets of the market.
They all shouted to outdo one another, trying to catch the awakened onesâ attention, turning the street into a noisy commotion.
To Zeon, it was a familiar scene.
The market had always looked like this since the first time he came here.
No matter how often he saw it, it never got old.
Watching the Goblin Market reminded him of how resilient humans truly were.
Even in a desolate world like this, they had risen again like phoenixes, rebuilding civilization from the ashes. That tenacious vitality always impressed Zeon.
He sat in a quiet corner, silently taking in the lively scene.
Then, someone caught his eye.
Hair of pure silver that flowed down to her waist, silver lashes, and even her eyes gleaming with metallic light.
A pale face, as beautiful as a goddessâs.
Countless people passing by couldnât help but glance her way, captivated by her beauty.
But none dared approach.
It wasnât because of fear, but because of the mysterious dignity and pressure radiating from her.
Something about her presence made people instinctively feel that she wasnât someone to talk to lightly.
So everyone simply stole glances from afar, no one daring to go near.
Thanks to that, the woman could browse the stalls freely, undisturbed.
âInteresting. To think they used ice magic to make something like this.â
What she was holding was a thermal flask, an item every raider carried.
By engraving a freezing spell inside, it kept the water cool even under the blazing sun.
It was a common item in the Goblin Market, but the silver-haired woman seemed strangely fascinated by it.
She stroked the flask gently, as if savoring the craftsmanship.
Then, a group of men surrounded her.
Even at a glance, they looked rough and mean.
Judging by their gear and weapons, they were raiders operating out of the slums.
They formed a circle around her, eyes gleaming with lewd intent.
The large man who seemed to be their leader smirked.
âYou like that flask, sweetheart?â
âNot exactly. I just find it interesting.â
The silver-haired woman replied calmly, the flask still in her hand.
The man leaned in close, his foul breath brushing her face.
âWhatâs so interesting about it?â
âIt makes me feel the desperation of humans. How desperate must one be to carve such a primitive spell into something this small?â
âHa! What are you even saying? You sound like someone pitying humans, when youâre one yourself.â
The leader burst into laughter.
The woman frowned and waved a hand slightly.
âYour breath is foul. It would be better if you didnât open your mouth in public.â
âWhat?â
âHumans brush their teeth for hygiene, but judging by the smell, youâve never done that in your entire life.â
âYou bitch! I was going to go easy on you because youâve got a pretty face, but you dare insult me?â
His face, already brutish, twisted even further in rage.
Anyone else would have flinched under that expression. The woman didnât.
The leader barked an order to his men.
âGrab her. Take her to my room. Iâll make sure she learns a lesson tonight.â
âHeh! Can I join in on that lesson?â
âIâm next after the lieutenant!â
âDamn it, my bloodâs been boiling down there for ages. Letâs just get this over with.â
Their eyes burned with lust as they stared at her.
Nearby merchants clicked their tongues.
âThose damn hyenas again.â
âWhatâs the security force even doing? Not catching these bastards?â
The men surrounding her were infamous.
They called themselves the Red Wolf Raiders, but everyone else called them the Hyena Squad.
Theyâd barge into dungeons other groups had already entered, or steal missions right before completion.
Normally, a group like that wouldâve been punished long ago. But the Red Wolves still ran free.
Because their leader, Max, had powerful backing.
He was the son of a high-ranking official from the East District.
No one wanted to make an enemy of that side.
Max relied on his fatherâs name to do as he pleased.
âBefore the guards show up, grab her and get out.â
âYes, sir!â
The Red Wolf men reached for the womanâs arms to drag her away.
But her feet didnât move.
No matter how hard they pulled, it was as if she were rooted to the ground.
âDamn it! What the hellâŠ?â
âSheâs not moving!â
Their faces turned red as they strained uselessly.
Max looked at them with disgust.
âYou idiots. Canât even move one woman? Did you skip breakfast?â
âCaptain, somethingâs wrong.â
âShe really wonât budge.â
âWhat nonsenseâŠâ
Unable to stand it, Max grabbed her arm himself and pulled.
But like his men, he couldnât move her an inch.
The silver-haired woman smiled faintly.
âTry harder. How do you plan to survive this harsh world with so little strength?â
âYou little, â
âCome on now.â
âShut up, bitch!â
Max finally snapped and swung his hand toward her face.
Everyone watching expected her cheek to be smashed to pieces.
Crack!
âArgh!â
Instead, it was Maxâs hand that shattered.
No one knew what she had done, but his bones were crushed and exposed through torn flesh.
âCaptain!â
âYou crazy bitch!â
His men, enraged by the sight, reached for their weapons.
Then, the woman whispered softly.
âHold.â
âUgh!â
âKh!â
In an instant, the Red Wolf raiders froze where they stood.
Some invisible power bound them tight.
They tried to move their mana to break free, but it was useless.
Their bodies were locked as if chained in iron.
Max clutched his broken hand and screamed.
âYou insane bitch! Release the spell right now!â
âWhy should I?â
âDo you even know who we are? Weâre with the East District! My father, â
âWhy bring up your father here? Arenât you an adult?â
The woman clicked her tongue in pity.
Her calm disdain only enraged Max further.
He was a C-class physical-type awakener, his weapon a greatsword at his waist.
He drew it, aiming for her neck. But before he could swing, someone grabbed his arm.
âThatâs enough.â
âWhat the hell? Who are you?â
âLike she said, you should keep your mouth shut. The smell really is unbearable.â
The man fanning the air with his hand was Zeon.
He hadnât stepped in to save the woman.
He was saving Max and his men.
Because unlike them, Zeon could feel it,
That the silver-haired woman was no ordinary person.
The danger rolling off her was overwhelming.
If Max kept provoking her, the outcome would be catastrophic.
Unaware of that, Max roared.
âDie!â
He swung his sword at Zeon.
Clang!
The weapon exploded before it even touched him.
Zeon had intercepted it with a Fire Missile.
Then his fist sank into Maxâs gut.
Boom!
âUrgh!â
The blow sent Max collapsing, vomiting up everything in his stomach.
Just then, the Goblin Market guards arrived.
âFreeze! Nobody move!â
âHow dare you cause trouble in the Goblin Market!â
The Red Wolf men, emboldened by the guardsâ appearance, began shouting.
âThose bastards attacked us first! Arrest them!â
âHurry up and get us out of this spell!â
But the guards ignored them completely and turned to Zeon.
âOh, Zeon sir. Didnât see you there.â
âItâs been a while.â
âWhat happened here?â
âIsnât it obvious? A pretty woman, and a spoiled brat who thinks his daddyâs power makes him untouchable.â
âAh.â
The guards immediately understood.
Their captain barked an order.
âArrest them all.â
âWhat? Do you know who my father is?â
Max lifted his head weakly, glaring at them.
âWho?â
âAron Hallard, vice-captain of the East District elite unit, the Crow Battalion!â
âOh, East District.â
âNow let us go and arrest that bastard instead! Or my father will make sure this market burns!â
âIâm afraid that wonât happen.â
âWhat?â
âEven if your father were here, heâd make the same call Iâm making right now.â
âWhat nonsense, what, is he the Sand Mage or something?â
âYes.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre not as dumb as you look. That man is the Sand Mage, Zeon.â
âShit.â
Max dropped his head.
For all his arrogance, he wasnât completely stupid.
Zeon, known as the One-Man Army, was not someone even his father could compare to.
The guard captain spoke firmly.
âThe entire Red Wolf squad will be blacklisted. Youâre banned from the Goblin Market.â
âDamn it!â
âConsider this mercy, for your fatherâs sake. If you have a problem, file a complaint through proper channels.â
âFine! Damn it, fine! Iâll never come here again.â
Max turned and left with his men, not daring to threaten Zeon with empty words.
Even a fool knew that provoking Zeon meant disaster.
The guards saluted.
âWeâll take our leave, sir. Enjoy your visit.â
âThank you.â
âAlways an honor.â
They departed with their men.
Only Zeon and the woman remained.
The silver-haired woman looked at him curiously.
âThank you for helping me.â
âI didnât help you.â
âThen?â
âI helped them.â
âHow amusing.â
âIf you had truly gotten angry, not just they, but the entire Goblin Market, would have been destroyed.â
âAnd why do you think that?â
Zeon met her eyes and said quietly,
âBecause youâre a dragon.â