Reverse Transmigration: From F-rank to SSS-rank-Chapter 8: Savior

Chapter 8

A smirk curled on my lips as I tilted my head, locking eyes with him. "Missed me already? What’s wrong, pissed you couldn’t finish the job?" My tone was mocking, like I was just messing around with him.

Truth is, he was starting to get entertaining. A stubborn bastard who wouldn’t quit. Annoying, sure, but at least it kept things interesting.

His grin faded, and then he snapped his fingers. I heard heavy footsteps and then muffled weak whimpers. A girl was dragged forward, shoved into the open like she was nothing more than trash. The same girl who was foolish enough to hand evidence against Dante without thinking about the consequences.

Her face was covered in bruises, blood dripping down the corner of her lips. Her clothes were ripped, showing her neck and cleavage. She was trembling, her eyes glued to me, pleading like I was supposed to come save her. They yanked her head against the railing, gripping her hair violently.

Dante’s grin came back, wider this time, but empty. "Your little girlfriend... she’s so pretty, isn’t she? Even like this." His tone was mocking, but his eyes were cold. Yeah he was dead within, just like I was.

I let out a quiet breath and looked down. My neck hurt from staring up anyway. I figured he’d pull something like this, though I didn’t expect he’d go this far with her. But really, that wasn’t my concern.

"Have your fun. I’m leaving," I said coldly, turning away and walking up the stairs. The silence that followed told me they hadn’t expected that.

What? Did they think I’d suddenly play hero? Rush in and try to save her like her pain was somehow my responsibility?

No. She got herself into this mess. I never asked for her help, and I sure as hell didn’t ask them to hurt her either. But her suffering? That wasn’t on me.

My footsteps echoed against the stairs as everyone around stared at me in silence. Honestly I wasn’t in the mood to deal with any drama right now, I was so damn hungry and my thinking capacity is usually reduced to literally zero whenever I’m this hungry.

Food was the only thing on my mind right now, well I thought it was, until her voice cut through the silence, fragile and desperate.

"Help me..."

I froze. My boot hovered mid-step. My eyes widened before I could stop myself. She... asked me? Out of everyone, she still thought I could save her?

I stood there, tense, trying to shake it off. No. She was nothing to me. Just another unlucky fool who might end up like Lucian. Why should i bother myself to save weaklings who wont be selfish enough to care about their own safety or save their own butt without needing the help of others. I ignored and continued moving forward.

Dante’s mocking laughter rang out behind me, "So that’s it? You won’t even save your little girlfriend?"

I ignored, not paying attention to his little taunt.

But then, her voice rang again. Softer this time. Barely above a whisper.

"Please..."

That single word sank into me like a blade. I stopped dead in my tracks, my hand tightening on the railing until my knuckles went white.

What was this? I didn’t like this feeling. The pressure in my chest, the way my throat felt tight. No one had ever begged me before, not like this. No one had ever looked at me like I was their only hope.

I didn’t know what to do with it. Part of me wanted to shake it off, but something was stopping me, and i had no idea what the hell that was. Was this pity I was feeling? The hell, was Lucian’s personality messing with my head? Because my past self wouldn’t have hesitated.

Slowly, I turned my head.

She was trembling, face swollen and bloodied, but her eyes... her eyes were locked on mine, full of fear and hope tangled together. She wasn’t begging anyone else. She was reaching for me.

And for the first time in a long time, I realized I couldn’t just leave.

I drew in a slow breath, forcing the tension out of my shoulders. Then I turned back, step by step, each one heavier than the last.

Dante’s grin stretched wider as he watched me descend. "I knew it. Come one Lucian, let’s play a little longer."

I ignored him. My eyes stayed locked on hers.

She wanted me to be her savior.

And against everything I’d told myself... I was about to be.

The stairs leading to where Dante stood was just opposite, I headed for it and climbed slowly, taking my time. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"The rule is no magic right? I’m sure I can handle twelve degenerates without my powers." I muttered loud enough for them to hear. I wasn’t planning on playing around with them, knocking them hard enough to make them pass out was enough, I just needed the girl.

My boots hit the last step and I leveled my gaze at the pack of them. Twelve, just like I counted. They all had that ugly smirks on their faces, thinking numbers made them dangerous. I wouldn’t mind proving them wrong

Dante leaned against the railing, grinning like a proud director watching his actors. "Thirteen against one huh, let’s see if you can keep up, Lucian."

I didn’t bother answering. I cracked my knuckles, rolled my shoulders, and waited for the first fool to try his luck.

He rushed, throwing a sloppy punch at my face. I sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and swung him hard into the wall. His head hit with a dull thud before his body slid down, out cold. Fragile bastards.

Another came at me instantly. A kick aimed at my ribs. I caught his leg midair, yanked it forward, and slammed my elbow into his temple. His body went limp in my grip, so I shoved him aside.

"Hey, Lucian." Dante’s voice slithered through the noise, dragging my eyes back to him. "What do you think about this headline; a female high school student commits suicide because she couldn’t bear the weight of her shame?"

As soon as the words slipped out, he pushed her down without hesitation.