I'm Not Some Raid Boss, You Know—You're Treating Me Too Harshly

The time I got as a mercenary was five minutes. A long time if you called it long, and a short time if you called it short.

"What are they after..."

I muttered in a half-humming voice as I gazed at the moon in the night sky.

To be honest, although I was speaking as though I was curious, I had a fairly good idea of how they would respond to the current situation.

Mana Stimulants.

They would forcibly awaken their mana temporarily, inflate the number of Awakeners called superhumans, and try to take me on.

Of course, that was assuming we set aside whether the power of those Awakeners was enough to reach me.

Crack!

I sliced through the neck of the man who jumped down at me from a building rooftop with the smoke shaped like wings behind my back.

Naturally, since I had no hobby of bathing in human blood, I blocked the blood spraying out with smoke...