Lord Evolution: Starting With Overpowered Sacrifice System

It was nearing nightfall, and the sky's brightness had dulled above the heart of the 11th Hamlet, where mayhem brewed.

Two groups, one consisting entirely of burly-looking men and the other of five women and two handsome youths, stood in a standoff.

Surrounding them were the curious people of the Hamlet.

"What is happening?"

"Why are the gang members aggressive towards their colleagues?"

"Wait those faces look very new? Could it be they are not actually colleagues?"

"Isn't that Jordana and her friends? Why are they with those two?"

"I don't understand what the heck is happening!"

The curious people whispered among themselves in confusion. Most already deemed Ragnar and Noah as part of the gang, only a few forced themselves to believe the two were some kind of saviors.

"Are you guys deaf?" one of the gang members barked at the top of his lungs. "Did you not hear my questions?"

"Of course we heard your question, fucktard," Ragnar finally responded with a cheeky grin.

"Did you just call me a fucktard? Do you know who I am?" the insulted one cried out in rage.

"I wasn't referring to you," Ragnar grinned. "I was addressing all of you together and you heard me right, you lot are fucktards. Do something about it."

"Wow!"

The crowd exclaimed the moment Ragnar's provocative voice faded. They exchanged looks with one another as the scene became clearer to them.

The women standing behind Ragnar and Noah could not help but smile. As they had witnessed their powers firsthand, they were confident that the six men in front of them could be defeated easily.

Nevertheless, unlike them, the crowd and the raging gang members judged the two youths by their scrawny builds and underestimated their strength.

"You little bastard! I'll cut off your balls for those words!"

Enraged, one of the six gang members advanced towards them.

The curious onlookers instantly became worried.

'Those kids have made a grave mistake, they're going to lose their lives for it.'

'They look so innocent and handsome, too bad they're going to lose their lives.'

Different thoughts blossomed in their minds, all clearly underestimating the youths.

"You'll eat those words and your balls when I'm through with you!" the gang member barked once more as he closed the distance.

Ragnar turned to Noah and gave him a small nod.

Noah's face twisted into a grin as he sheathed his sword and advanced toward the enraged barker.

He closed the distance in a few strides and swung his sword, precisely aiming for the gang member's shoulder.

"AHH!"

As the pain of a missing limb settled, the gang member fell on the ground and let out a loud cry, using his other hand to cover his bloodied shoulder.

"D-did you see that?" One of the onlookers whispered to his neighbor.

"I saw it," the neighbor replied in awe, "Such speed!"

"Who are these two?" Another onlooker muttered.

Meanwhile, the eyes of the gang members widened in horror as they watched their colleagues cry out on the ground.

They lifted their gaze to meet the cold eyes of the young man standing beside their wounded colleagues. How was that possible? they thought, clearly dumbfounded.

While they were thinking, Noah swung his sword and chopped off the head of the crying gang member.

As his head rolled on the ground, the entire area became silent.

"Would you guys now accept that you are fucktards? In fact, not just ordinary ones, you are weak fucktards." Ragnar's provoking voice broke the silence and tormented his remaining gang members.

They quickly shifted their dumbfounded gazes from Noah to Ragnar.

The five of them became speechless. After witnessing the strength and agility of Noah, wariness of the two youths blossomed in their hearts.

"Look, Daddy, those men just accepted that they are weak fucktards." A young boy pointed at the gang members and laughed.

The father of the young boy quickly covered his mouth.

But the damage had already been dealt.

All the pride that gang members ever had now hung on their next decision.

As prideful men, they could not lose their faces in public.

"It doesn't matter how strong and fast they are, they can't take down five of us!" One of them suggested.

"Yes!"

Five of them grabbed their weapons and began sprinting towards Noah, who remained on his spot beside their wounded colleagues.

"Take care of them, Noah." Ragnar commanded.

Noah nodded and a cold smile plastered on his face before he advanced at the approaching fucktards.

Under the intensely curious gaze of the spectators, he appeared in the midst of the five well-trained, muscular gang members and attacked his first target.

CLANG!

AHHH!

CLING!

AHHH!

The sounds that filled the area in the next few seconds were the clanging of swords and the cries of the gang members.

The eyes of the onlookers widened, they had never seen someone so fast, strong and skilled with the sword, at such a young age at that.

Some of them even turned to Ragnar who watched the scene with a smile.

Somehow, a voice within them told them that Ragnar was an even bigger monster than his buddy, who had singlehandedly taken down a group of five men larger than him.

"Please stop, don't kill me."

The last gang member still alive from Noah's onslaught dropped his sword and knelt on the ground, which was now wet from the blood of his colleagues and littered with their corpses.

"I am sure you have had those same cries from your victims before," Noah spoke coldly, "Did you stop?"

"Please forgive me!"

The gang member cried out again, bowing his head as he pleaded for forgiveness.

"Tsk," Noah scoffed.

He lifted his gaze to meet Ragnar who was strolling towards the small battlefield.

Ragnar halted in front of the gang member who still had his hand bowed. He looked down at his pathetic state, and a satisfied grin appeared on his face.

He lifted his gaze and turned to the onlookers who watched his actions with curiosity and admiration.