Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga – Chapter 8

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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The alleys of Ogwen were complicated.

They had become even more complicated as the population increased and new buildings were built recently, twisting and turning in all directions.

The relatively wide streets maintained a somewhat neat appearance, but there were quite a lot of alleys that were no different from slums once you strayed a little from there.

The place I was going now was such a path. As I walked through the deserted alley, humming a tune, I asked at a fork in the road,

“This way?”

“Please spare my life. I was wrong. Please, please spare my life.”

Then the guy whose hair I was holding in my right hand, literally being dragged along, pleaded.

I was using the guy who had been beaten by me a month ago, the ringleader of this incident, as a guide, citing aggravated spite, but it wasn’t satisfying at all.

“People might think I killed someone. Did I kill you guys? I just broke a few bones, that’s all. So, this way, you said?”

When I lifted the guy’s head, he let out a painful groan. The reason I was dragging him by the hand was simple.

I had cleanly shattered both of his shin bones so he couldn’t run away. The guys who had relied solely on their numbers, confidently entered the deserted alley, they had become half-crippled like that as well.

At first, the guy had been screaming loudly, but in the face of greater violence and pain, he had already become quiet 5 minutes ago.

“Sob… sob… spare my life…”

However, it wasn’t pleasant that his answer was irrelevant. It was even more unpleasant for me, who was already displeased with the fact that I was spending my time on this matter.

From the moment I heard the abusive language directed at Asirye, the plan for real combat experience had long been thrown out.

I wanted to inject my beliefs into these unpleasant guys as quickly as possible and return home.

“The reason I left your hand intact was to indicate the direction. So both of them don’t need to be intact. Do you want them broken?”

“Eek! T-that way! Not this way, that way!”

It didn’t even take 20 seconds to shatter the shinbones of four guys. I could now use physical enhancement as naturally as breathing, to the point where I could confidently use it anywhere.

It was a level that couldn’t be handled just by being four or five years older than me.

That’s what physical enhancement through aura was. Even a little kid around 10 years old could kill monsters and shatter people’s bones if they properly mastered it. Even guys who had trained to some extent might be able to keep up with the movements, but they couldn’t withstand the impact.

Moreover, I wasn’t activating it with refined aura, but with mana, so the output was different from the start. Even if I carefully adjusted it for my growing body, this much was possible.

With such combat power and a mental age of over thirty, I originally intended to simply finish the real combat experience by punching and kicking them once each.

That was before I heard the insults directed at Asirye.

It wasn’t just for the purpose of provocation. It wasn’t that they spat out words they had overheard just to curse, but it was the words of bastards who clearly knew what it meant.

If I had been weak, truly unable to stand up to them, and Asirye had no combat ability, they would have immediately put it into practice.

“You shouldn’t have done that~ I didn’t know that fact~”

When I hummed to shake off the unpleasant feeling, the body whose hair was grabbed followed along, experienced a seizure.

“Sob… sob… now, now even if you regret it, what’s the point…”

“I’ve become~ a fool~”

“Wahhhh!”

The fact that it made him regret his mistakes and wail like this even though I only sang a few lines proved that it was truly a masterpiece.

“The sooner you regret, the longer the suffering.”

Then why did you insult the only support of an orphan who lost his parents?

After walking a little further, a place I never expected appeared before my eyes.

“What? A warehouse?”

“What are you doing, you bast… huh?”

“Z-Zikmel?!”

It was a run-down, shabby warehouse. It wasn’t very large, but it definitely couldn’t be called small either. Was it the property of some bankrupt merchant association?

Judging from the lack of maintenance, it probably was. The gazes of the two guys who were standing lazily in front of the door fell on the guy I was holding, it seemed I had found the right place.

I nodded my head in satisfaction, let go of his hair, and shook it.

A handful of the guy’s torn brown hair fell off.

“We have arrived at the destination. I don’t need you, so get lost on your own.”

“Th-thank you! Thank you!”

“Who am I?”

“E-Eldmia Egga!”

“What should you do?”

“Never mess with Eldmia Egga!”

Looks like he wasn’t a complete blockhead. After confirming the satisfactory learning outcome, I waved my hand, and the guy started crawling away on the ground.

I cleanly broke his bones, but if he’s unlucky, he might be left with a disability. If begging doesn’t go well, he might die on the street before long.

But that’s none of my business. In a world where knife fights are common, if you badmouth someone else’s acquaintance, you should be grateful just for not dying on the spot and live on.

“Did you hear?”

“Wh-what?”

“I asked if you heard what your friend Zikmel was babbling about.”

There was no answer.

Silence is affirmation, so I leaped out and struck the jaws of the two guys with both hands.

Posture and technique were unnecessary. They were brats of that level.

The guys collapsed without even being able to scream, and as I kicked them aside and opened the warehouse door, about a dozen brats were scattered all over the desolate interior.

A stuffy air lingered. There seemed to be windows on the ceiling for ventilation, but there was so much dust that it was of no use. Honestly, I was surprised again because I didn’t expect them to be holed up in a place like this.

I was very curious about whether they were just using an abandoned warehouse or had a backer, but I decided to put it off for now.

In the center, they had made a chair-like thing out of a fairly decent-looking wooden crate, and the guy who was clearly the leader was sitting on it.

If the guy sitting in such a seat with girls on either side wasn’t the leader, that would be surprising in itself.

He looked older than the guys I had beaten up. He seemed to be around 18 years old by feel. He was definitely closer to an adult than a child.

But such a guy was exploiting those little kids and reigning like a king? That was also ridiculous in its own way.

“Are you the one who beat up our guys?”

But as befitting a leader of delinquents, he was perceptive.

“Yeah. That’s me.”

As I closed the wide-open warehouse door and looked around, the guys who were scattered started gathering. Fifteen of them, excluding the leader and the girls. It was a number that could be considered large or small.

None of the guys who were beaten by me first were in sight. Perhaps they were scattered around the village searching separately like the guide Zikmel.

If so, were they a group of at least thirty? It wasn’t a small number, but it was questionable what the guards were doing to neglect this. I pushed that question to the back of my mind once again.

The guys had nothing that could be considered a weapon. If only they hadn’t messed with Asirye, they could have lived a peaceful life playing the role of a neighborhood gang.

This must be what they mean when they say a single choice can determine your whole life.

“The bastard is so fucking brazen. But why are you alone?”

“I thought you were a bit smart, but maybe you are a blockhead. Do you think I came alone after befriending them? I crippled them and came alone.”

When I answered glumly, realizing that the glimmer of hope that he might be an intelligent being who could communicate had disappeared, the guy scowled. Seeing his face, it became clear.

No matter how tall and mature I looked compared to my peers, I was still 11 years old after all. My intimidating appearance had to be lacking due to my youthful face.

That’s why they thought of attacking as a group even though they had been beaten up without being able to lift a finger. The faces of the guy and the others around him had a look of ridicule.

“Kid, do you not understand the situation? Do you know what situation you’re in and what you’ve done? Didn’t those guys tell you anything?”

“Wow! You may be dumb, but you act fast, buddy!”

“What?”

My declining mood soared. All those guys told me was that the leader was looking for me and messed with Asirye, but judging from the way he spoke, it seemed to be that the one who gave the order related to her was indeed that guy.

Of course, the possibility of Asirye, who worked as an adventurer, being caught by these bastards was infinitely close to zero, but my belief didn’t move based on half-hearted possibilities.

It’s not okay because it didn’t happen. The goal is to uproot it so they can’t even think about it. With a cheerful heart, I took out the practice longsword I was carrying on my back and inserted it into the handle of the warehouse door I had just closed.

“What the hell are you… huh?”

And I folded the longsword to make a handmade padlock.

The longsword made creaking sounds as it folded. Through the training over the past days, it had already been verified that it would bend but not break easily.

Honestly, it was a waste, but if I emptied these bastards’ pockets, I would get something anyway, so I could probably get a reasonable repair fee.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Eldmia Egga.”

After blocking the only exit and turning around, I saw the street thugs frozen in place. The ridiculous expressions had disappeared. Instead, there were only suspicion, confusion, and occasional shock.

Since I wasn’t kind enough to wait until they came to their senses, I used mana to inflate the leg muscles and ran straight towards the leader sitting on the throne of the delinquents. The distance was about 10 meters. The delinquents, who were stammering at my sudden sprint, tried to hurriedly block me, but it was already too late.

Dodging the hands trying to grab me and the idiots trying to block me with their bodies, I flew in with all my might when there was about 2 meters left.

“Now die, you fucker.”

In my accelerated senses, I saw the process of bewilderment and fear settling on the dumbfounded guy’s face.

A fight? I’m a guy living to gain the skills to catch and kill a commander of the Demon King’s army. If I trained for 3 years and gave these bastards a chance to react to my attacks, I should just die.

And because I don’t want to die, I kicked his solar plexus without giving him a chance to react.

-Thwack!

It was closer to a feeling than a sound. It was a definite feeling, enough to easily know that the foot deeply embedded in his solar plexus, shattering even his ribs, had delivered a shock to his heart.

What fell backwards, breaking the chair, was not the leader but a mere corpse that used to be the leader.

After confirming the guy who wasn’t even twitching, I looked around and saw all the delinquents remaining in the warehouse, including the girls who had been sitting on either side of him, frozen after witnessing that scene.

And as if on cue, all their gazes converged on me.

“Actually, if that bastard wasn’t the leader and there’s a leader among you, raise your hand and speak up.”

No one raised their hand.

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