My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

Eren barely had time to register the blur of motion before a crushing blow sent him flying, his body skidding through the crowded stalls.

A groan escaped from his lips, his face contorted in pain.

Since awakening his Dragon's physique, he'd become much harder to hurt through physical attacks. But this attack was different. He could feel the sickening crunch of fractured ribs.

Though his enhanced healing rapidly healed the damage, he was still very shocked. This man had effortlessly bypassed his defenses.

"Oh? You're still alive?" the attacker sneered, surprise evident in his voice.

Even seasoned warriors of the city would have been crippled for months by that blow. A mere slave should have been killed instantly. Yet, here Eren stood, already back on his feet, though his face was pale and he coughed up a bit of blood.

Intrigued, the man pressed, "Who is your master?"

A slave capable of withstanding such force was definitely incredibly valuable. Even his family would have paid a lot for a slave like this.

Eren looked around, noticing that his surroundings had already become emptier. The people around him moved away as soon as the battle started, if it could even be called a battle.

It would've been a battle if he was attacking that person as well. He really didn't want to catch too much attention if possible.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The man's grin widened like a predator savoring the anticipation of the hunt.

"Are you not going to answer until I break you a little more?" He sneered, raising his sleeves as if relishing the prospect of Eren's resistance. This one wasn't as frail as his usual victims, which excited him. He had found a new toy.

Eren, however, remained unfazed. With chilling calmness, he repeated his warning, "Touch me, and I will return the favor."

"Hmm?" Hearing Eren's words, the young hellhound's demeanor shifted. A slave was threatening him? He was even more excited to punish that slave now.

Thud!

A sickening thud echoed through the surroundings, followed by a pained groan.

A towering figure, well over two meters tall, materialized behind the Hellhound. With a speed that defied his size, he punched the young man's head, the impact echoing through the street.

"Argh! Who dares?!" the Hellhound roared, turning around to retaliate. But his fist was caught in an iron grip.

The moment he saw his assailant, the Hellhound's arrogance evaporated, replaced by a forced nonchalance.

"Ah, so it's my dear uncle. What brings you here?" he stammered, trying to regain control of the situation.

His uncle ignored the question. Gripping the young man's ear, he began dragging him away, ignoring the howls of pain.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Uncle, you're embarrassing me! Ouch, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have broken my promise! Please, my ear! You know they are sensitive!"

"You brat," his uncle growled. "How many times have you promised your father that you wouldn't lose your temper for no reason? Half the estate's monthly expenses go towards compensating the slave owners for the ones you've 'accidentally' destroyed!"

Eren watched impassively as the young Hellhound was dragged away by his imposing uncle. Just before they vanished from sight, he saw the older man's hand flick outwards.

A projectile shot towards Eren with the speed of a bullet. He reacted instinctively, snatching the object from the air. His eyebrows rose in surprise as he examined it.

"A coin?" he mused, turning it over in his fingers. "Is this the currency of this world?"

Was this compensation from that man for the trouble his nephew had caused? Eren found the method of delivery rather peculiar, to say the least.

A weaker person could have been seriously injured, if not killed. He wondered if the man genuinely intended to hurt him or if he simply assumed Eren could catch it since he'd withstood the Hellhound's attack.

Eren pocketed the coin, a small smile playing on his lips. It seemed like an apology, albeit a rather unorthodox one.

He understood that no matter where he went, strength reigned supreme. Even apologies were delivered with a hint of violence. He wasn't complaining though. Free money was free money.

He glanced around at the dispersing crowd. The onlookers, who moments before had been enjoying the spectacle, now resumed their bustling activities as if nothing had happened.

He heard many distant whispers of people calling him lucky that he managed to survive, despite catching the attention of the young lord.

Through their words, he also understood quite a lot about this place. The person who had attacked him was the young lord of Hellhound City.

Hearing that, he felt more unlucky than lucky. Right after entering the city, he had offended the young city lord. This was such a cliche main character troupe that he even wondered if his life was also some kind of novel.

The young that concerned him the most was still the fact that Yevni was nowhere to be found. If she didn't appear despite the commotion, it was clear that she did not want to find him.

Eren became even more certain that she had run away. He could not rely on that girl. He had to find his own way out of this chaotic city.

Deciding to make the most of the situation, Eren continued his exploration of the market. Since Yevni wasn't helping him, he had to find someone else.

This time, he didn't want to rely on their kind-heartedness. Even if he had to force it, he made up his mind to search their souls so he could get the answer himself.

As he wandered through the maze of stalls, his senses were overwhelmed with sounds, and smells.

Fruits and vegetables he had never seen before were piled high. The air was filled with the aroma of spices and roasted monster meats.

To his eyes, they looked absolutely disgusting and rotten. He wasn't even sure how people of this world could eat something like that.

He paused at a stall displaying an array of weapons, his fingers tracing the intricate carvings on a sword.

The craftsmanship was exquisite, but even more surprising was the formation that was carved on the blade. He could feel that the blade was constantly gathering the essence of death from surroundings.