Tyrant's return: Reborn as a Good-For-Nothing Young Master

Fenrir didn't touch the tea. He leaned back in his chair, eyes calmly watching the room. Something was off. Too friendly. Too convenient.

He tapped his fingers against the table once, then twice.

"Zerg, get ready to leave soon."

He said without moving his gaze,

Zerg looked up.

"Trouble?"

"Likely."

Marthis, who had been sneaking another glance from behind the doorway, froze when Fenrir's voice echoed through the restaurant. That tone. Cold. Unamused. Knowing.

Three more minutes had passed.

Still no sign of the authorities.

He turned back to his phone and sent a quick message:

[Where are you? They're getting suspicious!]

The reply came instantly:

[Two more minutes. Just hold them a bit longer.]

Marthis grit his teeth, whispering under his breath.

"They're going to get me killed."

Back at the table, Fenrir slowly stood up, brushing his coat off.

Zerg glanced around.

"Not staying for more dessert?"

Fenrir's eyes were locked on the kitchen entrance.

"No. We've stayed long enough."

The tension in the restaurant snapped like a bowstring.

From the back room, Marthis could only stare in horror as Fenrir's cold eyes flicked toward his hiding spot.

His plan was crumbling. And the reward was slipping from his grasp.

The manager stepped back into the dining area, a forced smile stretched across his face as he approached Fenrir and Zerg.

"Apologies, sirs. We're a little understaffed today, but someone will be with you shortly. In the meantime, could I offer you some complimentary drinks?"

Fenrir's eyes narrowed slightly. He noticed the faint sheen of sweat on the man's brow and the subtle tremor in his voice.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table as he observed the manager retreat once more.

"He's lying."

Fenrir said without looking at Zerg.

Zerg sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Of course he is. I could see it from across the room. You think he made the call?"

Fenrir nodded.

"Undoubtedly. The only reason he hasn't run out screaming is because they told him to stall. Standard protocol when they want to buy time."

"You want to leave?"

Zerg asked.

"Not yet. We'll wait until they arrive. Let them bring their best. I want them to see firsthand that I'm not the same man they sealed away."

Fenrir said.

Zerg gave a dry chuckle.

"Always so dramatic."

"Dramatic would be torching this place before they arrive. I'm being patient."

Moments later, a young server came to their table, placing down two glasses of water. Her eyes darted between them nervously before she forced a smile and hurried off. Fenrir took a sip from the glass, then set it down.

"Poisoned. Mild paralytic."

Zerg rolled his eyes.

"Wonderful."

"I won't blame her. She's scared. Desperate people do foolish things."

Fenrir stood up slowly and cracked his neck.

"Time to stretch."

Just as he spoke, a loud noise echoed from outside—the crunch of boots hitting the ground in unison, the disciplined stomp of trained enforcement squads.

Fenrir glanced out the restaurant's small window and saw the flashing lights and armored figures lining the street.

"They're early. Or desperate."

Zerg rose, brushing his hands on his coat.

"How do you want to do this? Quiet or loud?"

Fenrir gave him a sideways smirk.

"I'm feeling loud today."

Without waiting for Zerg to respond, Fenrir lifted his hand and directed a burst of pressure from his regained divine authority toward the front door.

The pressure wave shattered the entrance and blew the guards just outside back several feet, slamming them into the opposite buildings like dolls.

Screams erupted from civilians nearby, and the manager, now peeking out from the kitchen, ducked with a yelp.

"Let's go."

Fenrir said.

As they stepped out of the ruined entrance, the squad that remained upright began to converge, shouting orders.

"Criminals identified! Deploy formation Gamma! Focus on containment!"

Fenrir raised a brow.

"Containment?"

The guards surrounded them, shields up and spears glowing with mana. A circle of glowing blue rune patterns formed beneath their feet, locking into place.

Fenrir rolled his shoulders and reached into the mana lines forming the runes with a tendril of his own power. With a casual flick, he shattered the spell.

"What the hell?!"

One of the mages gasped.

"That's illegal-level interference!"

Another barked.

"Your little toys don't work on me anymore. Tell your leaders that next time, they should send someone who isn't afraid to die."

Fenrir said. "

Zerg stepped forward, not needing to say a word as his presence alone shook some of the lower-ranked guards.

His mana was weaker than before, drained from years of imprisonment, but his presence still commanded fear.

The group faltered. One of the higher-ranked officers barked an order. "Retreat to fallback point! We need backup!"

"I think they're finally realizing it."

Zerg murmured.

Fenrir let out a breath and then raised his hand once more, this time directing his pressure not to harm—but to warn.

The force erupted outward, pressing against the buildings and streets, cracking the ground beneath his feet and shaking the area like a tremor.

"This floor belongs to me now. Tell that to the Divine Council."

He said calmly.

Then he turned on his heel and walked away, Zerg following close behind. No one dared pursue.

As they slipped into the alleyways and moved farther from the center, Zerg broke the silence.

"You said you were being patient. That was your idea of patience?"

"I didn't kill anyone. That's restraint."

Fenrir replied.

Zerg snorted.

"Fair enough."

They moved through the backstreets until the noise of the town faded.

Fenrir led them to a quiet path that led to the floor's exit gate. Once they were a safe distance from the town, they stopped beneath a tree to catch their breath.

"You think Zelphra is holding up her end of things?"

Zerg asked, looking back toward the chaos they left behind.

"She's smart. And she's motivated now. I'd be more worried if she wasn't."

Fenrir said.

"She said she knows where the generals are. If she does, and she's loyal, this might move faster than expected."

Zerg reminded him.

Fenrir glanced at him.

"You still don't trust her?"

"I want to. But I've been betrayed before. And she still helped keep me in that prison."

Zerg said honestly.

"She'll prove herself one way or another. I'm not giving her the chance to betray us again. That was her one mistake. Next time…"

Fenrir said.

He didn't finish the sentence, but the silence that followed spoke volumes.

Zerg leaned against the tree and looked at the sky.

"You really plan to take the top seat again?"

Fenrir nodded. "Not just take it. I plan to keep it. Permanently."

"And if the divine beings stand in your way again?"

Fenrir's eyes gleamed.

"Then I'll do what I should've done last time—I'll crush them."

The wind stirred the leaves above, carrying the scent of smoke from the town.

Zerg smiled faintly.

"Well, I suppose we better start with finding the next general."

Fenrir turned his gaze forward again.

"Exactly. We've got a long climb ahead of us, and I'm not wasting any more time."

Zerg pushed off the tree with a grunt.

"Then let's move before more bounty hunters show up."

Fenrir nodded, his gaze cold and fixed.

"No more delays. The tower's going to remember who I am—floor by floor."

With that, the two disappeared into the forest path leading to the next sector.