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Worst Hero Ever 182

Worst Hero Ever 182

Chapter 182 – It Tastes Like an Apple

Is it because my appearance was so dramatic?
Lord Lichton and his younger brother, Baron Baron, looked at me dumbfounded and then lost their temper.

“Dare! What safety!”
“The serf is crazy!”
“Chach Ron, was this madman really the best of his attendants?”

The lord, his baron, and the baroness in turn expressed their uncomfortable feelings and poured out abusive language.
For those people, I specially revealed my identity once again.

“Have you lost your ears after getting old? My name is Damon Werner. The count’s youngest son. Now, it should be regarded as one of the legitimate heirs of the count family.”

I calmly said it again,

“Don’t lie! Damn Young master has been searching in the Witch’s Forest for a long time!”
“Your older brother is right, it’s already been over a year since he hasn’t been seen, so where are you impersonating a nobleman!”
“That guy seems to be lacking in every threshing. I’ll cut off his throat so he can act as a sacrifice.”

Ha, that’s frustrating
Why don’t you believe I’m Damon?
I don’t know if the level has risen.
I don’t believe it even though it’s level 1 like the old days.

“Above all, the idiot I knew was short and ugly. He was different from you at least.”
“Isn’t 20 an age where you can still grow older? Actually he was taller. His face… Plastic surgery.”
“Stop talking nonsense!”

You can’t even say that you’ve metamorphosed, right?
Anyway, I appealed my identity as much as possible.
I don’t believe it until the end, and I can’t stand it any longer because it’s the other side that made me hate it.

“Ron, get off now.”
“Yes! My Road!”

Lord Lichton, who saw Ron standing up against the wall at my words, really started to worry.
I couldn’t tell if this was a nasty prank, or if Damon, whom I called a loser, was really returning as a dragon.
Of course, I have no choice but to hold onto Ron and ask if it is true.

“Ron, stop doing this ridiculous thing right now. Otherwise, I will reconsider marrying her niece.”
“My lord, I swear on the rank of Marshal, that I am Damon Werner, who was resurrected from the Witch’s Forest.”

To bet on a title as a noble means to bet everything.
Even the nobles of the continent of Fantasia valued honor more than life.
Lord Lichton’s eyes widened when he realized that Ron’s actions were 100% sincere.

“Is that really true?”
“Have you been deceived? How many times have I told you I’m Damon Werner and you still don’t believe me?”

It was only then that the eyes of the nobles who were looking at me began to change little by little.
In particular, Lord Lykton looked at me as if his eyes were about to fall out, but honestly, he wasn’t a woman, and he looked at me like that, so I wanted to gouge out her eyes.
Did he stare at me for about 10 seconds like that?
A look of astonishment began to form on the lord’s face.

“Well, it seems that Prince Damon Werner is right. The face shape I remembered from before remains.”

I’m a lord. Have you seen me before?
But it’s too late, lord.
I’ve already decided what to do with you.
Just then, these stupid country nobles poured oil into my heart, which was still quietly burning.

“If you really are Prince Damon Werner, why did you come back? Why don’t you just stay in the witch’s forest?”

Starting with my daughter’s ridicule,

“I don’t know why the person who was pushed out of the succession structure came back and revealed himself to us anyway.”

That year her mother also looked at me with her contemptuous eyes, unable to hide the corners of her twitching mouth.
The younger brother of the lord and a baron who pretends to be a baron without a fiefdom ends it.

“Since the previous Count passed away, you are nothing, so let’s go back to the Witch’s Forest right now.”

Usually, no matter how stupid they are, they are the same nobles, but they don’t embarrass themselves this much.
It’s common to tell them off with a smile on their face and then send them back.
But now these family members were bent on slandering me, and I could guess why.

The reason is Kras Manor.
Originally, if Ron, a former commoner, and his daughter married and gave birth to a child, he would pass over the territory without difficulty.
If I, the old owner, appears out of nowhere and calls them lord, the territory they were able to eat will be taken away, so it is an open insult.

Of course, you can give your daughter to me instead of Ron.
But that’s bound to be a problem in its own way, and if you get caught by James or Roy later on, you won’t see anything good.
More than anything, they wouldn’t have wanted to sell their daughter to me, a fool, so Ron was the best groom for them.

I was surprised by my appearance for a while, and it was the nobles who were able to do so as soon as they quickly finished the calculations in their heads and decided how to act toward me.
This is because the many upper-class people I met on Earth were no different, so I could easily read the young greed in their eyes.

“Ron, there is no need to treat such a level 1 idiot with no strings attached as an aristocrat.”
“Right. Since you’re a commoner from your main province, it’s understandable that you’re afraid when you see nobles, but nobles are up to nobles.”

I folded my arms and silently listened to their absurd remarks.
I wanted to see how far I would go.

On the other hand, Ron knew my true identity, so no matter what the aristocrats flattered him, he never went overboard.
He just shook his head with a white face.
A clear expression of denial to not engage oneself.
Feeling frustrated at the sight, the mother and daughter next to her also joined in.

“Judge Ron, you are a noble now too. A lord with a fief. You should know that the rightful owner of Krass Manor is not that bastard appointed by the late Count, but you, appointed by the current Earl James.”

Wait a minute, you bastard?
Come to think of it, that old milf told me earlier that I was a beast that could not control his dick and rushed at every woman he saw.
She’s an aristocratic woman, and while she pretends to be classy, ​​the words she uses are really cheap.
I was clicking my tongue inside, but this wasn’t the end.

“Mother is right. Ron, think of our marriage. What if there is no land to raise a child when love bears fruit? Above all, I do not want to marry a landless noble.”

He half threatens that he won’t marry until his daughter-in-law.
To be honest… It was fun.
Isn’t this just a comedy and a story?
When I was at a low level and had no strength, I would have burst into anger or hide and sharpen my sword if this happened to me.
Now, when I see people who can’t even stand on an equal footing with me doing that, I only get cold cynicism rather than hot anger.

“Are you done?”

It looked like the damn guys had spilled it all out, so when I opened my mouth, no one answered me.
And the lord of Lycton called the butler in a loud voice.

“Butler! Come in!”

The butler entered like a knife, probably waiting outside the door at the words of the lord.

“What are you doing?”
“Call the soldiers immediately and capture Prince Damon. I will personally drag the author to Earl James.”

Aww? Now, even thinking about sending them back after being arrested?
Anyway, since even this stupid guy has the right to inherit, he probably thinks that if he dedicates me to his first son, he will receive a reward.
Besides, if I disappear, I will automatically roll down to Kras Manor, so I guess I thought it was a win-win.

Clap clap clap

About 10 armed soldiers rushed in and surrounded me.
The nobles sat calmly and looked at me while pretending to be noble.
That expression that wants to see how I come out.

I quite liked the ugly and greasy heart that would satisfy their greed by making me a snack for my downfall.
But I just liked it to the end, the moment they bared their teeth at me, there was no mercy.
Still, I had to give an ultimatum, so I opened my mouth while looking straight at Lord Likton.

“Lord of Likton, is this your answer to the rightful heir to Count Werner?”

The man who was leisurely drinking wine from a glass looked at me and smiled.

“It is not fair. The successor position has already been solidified for a long time. Say what you just said in front of Earl James at Werner Castle.”

As if I didn’t want to deal with it anymore, I waved my hands as if to drive away flies, and two large soldiers approached me and crossed their arms on either side.
It’s like the police escorting criminals on Earth.
Right now, in the heads of the noble kites, they must imagine me being dragged along, barking like a dog.

But if reality only comes true as you think, will it be reality?
I braced my body to hold on, but the two bodies couldn’t carry me as if they were caught on something.
I whimpered with a face red like a tomato, but my feet didn’t come off the ground like a stone stuck in the ground.

“What?”
“Why aren’t you moving like this?”

Of course not.
So, how can these guys who are level 7 or 8 drag me with a total stat close to 300?
As I looked at him with cold eyes, the man who had a foreboding feeling tried to drag me with more force.
Lord Lykton, who saw this, said as if he was frustrated.

“No, do you usually eat so much bread and meat and not use your strength that much? A weakling aristocrat with only level 1… “

It was before the words of Lord Likton were finished.
With his arms crossed, he grabbed the arms of those who use dragons with his hands and squeezed them tightly.
The arm of the soldiers that made a loud noise with the tremendous grip and broke too easily.
Their screams of pain filled my ears with sweetness.

“Quaaaaagh!”
“Aagh!”

Naturally, the two men missed my arm, and when I got free, I clenched my fist and slammed it into the left guy’s face.

Perok

The watermelon burst properly.
As the skull shattered, an unknown liquid mixed with brain water and blood vessels spilled onto the floor.

“Kyaaaaah!”
“Oh, no!”

The nobles, who had never seen such a cruel scene in their lives, screamed, and Lord Likton gave the order in embarrassment.

“That madman! Kill me now! It doesn’t matter if you use a weapon!”

What about the murder of an aristocrat?
You decided to go with a face confiscation.
Actually, I hoped you would.
When people like this who can’t think of others find themselves in the same situation, their karma is pulled out.

“Aaaaa!!”

A soldier with a sword approached with a spirited spirit saying, “I’m here.”
The man’s next attack, with both hands raised above his head, was a vertical slash with his sword held high.
The guy reached out his hand at an imperceptible speed and put his hand into his chest.

Fu-wook

My hand, which broke through his breastbone in an instant, took away his beating heart even at that moment.
The man whose heart was removed alive with a terrifying sound looked at the heart taken out of his chest with an expression of disbelief, and he died without even screaming.

“Ugh… “
“Huh?”

To the ragtag soldiers, who must have caught wild beasts every day, they hesitated while looking at me, as if this was a shocking enough scene.
Come on? It’s starting now.
He stared at the heart in his hand for a moment.
Not recognizing that he was extracted, his heart still beats.
It looked delicious, so I took a bite.

Munching

“Me, crazy!”
“It’s eating your heart.”
“Nonsense… “

It smiles at those who are astonished and beats the heart in real time.
While pitying the poor fellows who do not know this delicious delicacy.

As I ate one heart clean, everyone in the room flinched and couldn’t take their eyes off me.
He wiped the blood that flowed from his mouth toward them and told them what it tasted like.

“It roughly tastes like an apple.”

Worst Hero Ever

Worst Hero Ever

사상 최악의 주인공
Status: Hiatus Type: Author: , Released: 2021 Native Language: Korean
Song Gil-joon, an evil man who astonished the world on Earth.After his death, he possesses the body of a crazy boy from a parallel world.If you're a foolish master anyway, wouldn't it matter if I acted more like a fool?Even worse, the more I do, the higher my stats are!

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