What Kind of Dirty Trick Is This?

An individual's strength can never surpass that of a group.

It was a universally accepted truth.

But every so often, cases appeared that shattered that self-evident common sense.

A powerhouse capable of defeating a group through nothing but his own martial might.

Superhumans who appeared once every few hundred years—the so-called heroes.

And the overwhelming display of martial prowess Ivan had shown today was in no way inferior to that of the heroes of ancient myths.

It was the greatest misfortune imaginable for Rubert, and at the same time the greatest stroke of luck for Erda.

‘As expected, I really am a good judge of character.’

Erda smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing Rubert's complexion deteriorate before her eyes made her feel wonderfully refreshed...