In truth, I had thought that if I lived in an organization called the Hero Society long enough, I would bump into an S-class hero one day. I just hadn't expected that day to come so soon.0

It had only been one day since I was issued a B-class hero badge, but I'd already fought against a B-class, an A-class, and now an S-class hero.0

Typical day for Luan. Puhaha. I forced myself to laugh, but it wasn't funny at all. Thus, I changed the direction of my thinking. Should I be grateful that the S-class hero I'm fighting isn't the Iron-Blooded Lord?1

I didn't feel the least bit grateful. Even I, the eternal optimist, didn't have a positive take on this situation. It seemed I had no answer for it.0

To put it bluntly, I wasn't obligated to go so far just to join Corrupted. It was a bit much to face an S-class hero. These guys wouldn't stop me if I just admitted defeat. Even Corrupted wouldn't blame me.0

The important thing was that I didn't want to do that, though. I was Luan Badniker, a man with a spring-like personality. If I was told not to do something, I wanted to do it even more. On the contrary, if I was told to do something, I didn't want to do it.3

To me, this S-class hero acting as if he'd already won was akin to pressing down on my inner spring. Of course, doing that to a spring would only make it bounce back up.0

"An S-class hero is participating in such a trivial matter?" I asked.0

Of course, my physical condition right now was so bad that I decided to buy myself more time. At the very least, I needed to get my breathing under control.0

Feed looked at me with a deep, silent gaze. He hovered in the air, almost motionless. His wings were spread out and not flapping at all.0

I remembered hearing from a winged race mercenary that flying without flapping their wings was a skill that only the highest-ranking elites of their race could demonstrate.0

As it happened, that mercenary had had one of his wings...0