Helen was stunned, feeling the sharp burning pain on his face, then he heard several Elven Race guards speak with great annoyance and anger: "Damn it, what bad luck to run into a bastard like you!"
"What… what's wrong with me?" Helen was utterly confused, but the guards angrily scolded, "Because of you, a worthless piece of trash, we lost a precious talent! If you hadn't been so aggressive toward that Munir, how could he have decided to escape so decisively? His running away this time is all your fault!"
They shouted furiously.
Helen, who had just been so forceful, immediately turned pale.
He knew he was finished—Helen understood Munir's personality. From the very beginning, Munir probably planned to run away; he would never willingly become a slave of the Elven Race. But these Elves wouldn't listen to any explanation.
They would only believe that they themselves had pushed "such a talent" away. That would be a disaster. No matter how valuable Helen was, he couldn't compare to Munir.
An honored slave??
Now all of that was shattered!
Even if his talent was better than other students', he would be targeted for pushing Munir away!!
Helen's face turned ashen.
He thought about Munir escaping into the forest—if this enemy of his was caught by the Elven Race, that would be one thing. But what if Munir wasn't caught?
Normally, Helen wouldn't have such thoughts. The power of the Elven Race should be more than enough to handle a newly arrived otherworlder.
But Munir's performance was just too absurd—instantly killing a guard, withstanding attacks from several guards, and escaping easily. Helen couldn't help but worry.
Then… would Munir come back for him?
Helen had just witnessed the execution power of this city's top ruthless student—Munir never forgot his hatred during all the years he was targeted by Helen; he was only waiting for a chance to take revenge. Just thinking about it made Helen tremble all over.
Unexpectedly, the Elven Guard who had been healing him disdainfully threw him onto the ground and kicked him away: "Get out of my sight!"
Helen was surprised to find that his body, which had been severely injured by Munir, was actually healed.
However, the mixed stench of urine, tears, and blood plasma on his body was so disgusting that these rather clean-freak Elven Guards kept their distance. He touched his body—though alive, his spirit felt like it was already dead.
At this moment, the guards also heard sparse sounds from afar—about a dozen Elven Race individuals with equipment clearly far superior to the guards had arrived on the scene.
They were the law enforcement team patrolling the forest.
Turning Divine Gifteds into slaves didn't require many troops; low-level guards could handle that. But to prevent accidents, an elite law enforcement squad with members ranging from level twenty to thirty patrolled the area to handle emergencies.
Munir's earlier decision was absolutely correct. If he had hesitated even a little and got surrounded by the law enforcement squad, he might not have been able to trigger the God of Rebellion's ability in time and would have been severely injured and captured — in this Otherworld, leveling up doesn't refill your status like in a game.
The law enforcement members looked around, and after some questioning, they became extremely angry: "So it was your group that caused the trouble?"
"Yes, sir…" The Elves stepped forward wanting to say something. They were somewhat surprised — this law enforcement team seemed to have arrived much faster than usual.
Before they could finish explaining, one of the law enforcers slapped the lead Elf so hard he spun around and half-kneeling on the ground.
The struck Elven Guard looked stunned: "Y-You… what are you doing?"
The guards were confused and dumbfounded.
They noticed that, in his anger, the law enforcer said something that caught them completely off guard: "Not only did the guy run away, but he killed one of our guards? What the hell is going on? Also, what exactly is the situation with the one who ran?"
When mentioning the guard who was killed, the law enforcer was furious, but when asking about the escaped slave, his expression turned extremely urgent.
A guard being killed was undoubtedly a huge disgrace. But no matter what dirty tricks or methods the slave used, being able to kill a level-ten-plus elite meant that the slave's potential and power were terrifying!
His whereabouts were even more important than that of a guard's life!
The entire law enforcement squad was anxious!
But the Elves were the first to be stunned.
"Killed?" What do you mean? They belatedly walked over to their fallen comrade, briefly examined him, and immediately their expressions changed drastically — this wasn't just "killed," it was a clean knockout in direct combat by that slave's single punch!
His power was really to that extent?
Several guards shuddered in fear.
They could even imagine that if they had been the ones pursuing most fiercely, they might have been the ones dead.
After the Elves hesitated even after inspecting the corpse, the patrol squad members grew impatient. But when they stepped forward to examine it, they too showed a shocked expression: "T-This was caused by that slave's direct attack?"
"Yes." The guards nodded with gloomy faces.
Immediately, the law enforcers' prior sternness vanished, replaced by a sudden look of amazement!
Such a talented Divine Gifted was like a gift from heaven! They knew the Elven Race had only a limited number of Divine Gifteds, and now they had won such a "grand prize"!
"Even if his class is one that's strong early on but weak later, he is at least a legendary or epic Hidden Class!" One law enforcer said excitedly, voice trembling, "A being like this is enough to lead our people toward prosperity!"
As he spoke, a "great vision" appeared in his eyes, and he spoke openly without reservation: "Once we control this Divine Gifted as a slave, we will select the most beautiful female Elven Guards in our tribe to bear his offspring. With the powerful talents of the hybrids, maybe our clan can become the strongest branch of the Elven Race!"
Other Elven Guards nodded in agreement, full of anticipation.
With such a vision, how could they still care about the dead guard? They immediately straightened up and said, "A few of us will go after him first. You all hurry to report to the Elder Council… This time, it's not a disaster—we've hit the jackpot!"
After a moment of stunned silence, the guards also realized Munir's terrifying value. Even the hatred over their fallen comrade was somewhat diluted. They nodded without hesitation and sped off running toward the other side of the forest.
The students nearby listened to the murmured discussions among the Elven Race people, eyes wide in disbelief.
They whispered among themselves: "No way, just that gifted and already this brutal?"
"Munir killed one of your kind, and you want to capture him as a slave—that's one thing—but to have the beautiful women of your tribe bear his children?"
The female students were mostly fine, but the male students suddenly felt a bit sour—though they hated the Elven Race, they had to admit that every Elven Guard was as good-looking as a top celebrity or internet influencer from their previous world.
And all natural beauty too, with no cosmetics involved!
"Munir's life is way too good, huh?" someone sighed quietly. "No choice, the guy's strong! Being gifted really is something… Even if he gets caught, I bet the Elven Race will treat him like a god. Compared to him, we're the ones really suffering."
The students felt inexplicably uneasy.
The current situation was this: if Munir managed to escape and avoid becoming a slave, naturally everyone envied him; but if he was unfortunately caught, it somehow still made people feel "envious."
Everyone's expressions were strange. Only one person collapsed to the ground, completely motionless, like he was dead — that was Helen.
He was done for, totally finished. The Elven Race wouldn't hurt him now, but not because he was an honorable slave. It was because they wanted to keep him alive to use as a bargaining chip to please Munir once he was captured.
Meanwhile, the Elven Guard law enforcement squad swiftly pursued the direction Munir had fled.
Unfortunately, having absorbed the [Jungle Skirmish Technique], Munir darted swiftly through the forest, deliberately hiding his trail. The law enforcement squad arrived too late and could no longer find any trace of him.
These Elven Race warriors, exuding strong auras, frowned and summoned bright green bird-like creatures to fly high into the air, guiding their search.
"It's okay, he won't get away," a squad member said, gazing into the distance. "Block all the exits from the forest. No matter how strong that slave is, he can't break through!"
They seemed to already foresee the "great future" after Munir's capture, their tone still full of excitement.
...
Deep inside the forest.
Munir was leaning gently against the hollow of a tree near the half-rotten roots of a massive tree, breathing heavily.
That recent sprint had nearly drained all his strength.
"This… I actually got out?" He panted, his eyes filled with extreme excitement!