Whether it was his past life or this one, Alex had never tolerated being mocked. Even as a shut-in NEET, humiliation had been the one thing he couldn't accept. Now, as Alex Stale—a noble, the so-called hero, the protagonist of this world—it was even more intolerable.
Since transmigrating, everything had come easily. He had never been beaten down like this, never humiliated to this extent. A searing rage welled in his chest, stronger than anything he had felt before, pushing his battered body to move.
His wounds screamed in protest, but he ignored the pain. His breathing grew rapid, each deep inhale burning through his lungs but clearing his mind. The more his fury rose, the more he felt a torrent of magical energy flood his veins, fueling him like a reserve he hadn't tapped before.
The man before him stood smug and arrogant, and in that blank haze, Alex recalled Luke's words.
