No one will harm her.

The gloomy atmosphere of the place was worthy of a horror movie set, with stairs stained with blood and visible fight marks on small cuts in the wooden walls and staircase.

Was Strax distressed? Yes, he was very scared, with fight? No, absolutely not! Strax was worried about Beatrice, fearing she might have gotten hurt.

After absorbing the memories of the body's original owner, he regained much of his thoughts and emotions, including his feelings for Beatrice, something that in his past life was completely troublesome, as he had social anxiety among several other disorders. However, now he seemed to be cured.

As these emotions returned, his feelings for Beatrice resurfaced with full intensity.

"You need to be okay," Strax murmured, though his real thoughts were different... "Anyone who dares to hurt her will bitterly regret it," he was furious, especially if the blood he saw belonged to Beatrice. Heads would roll.

Although the hallway was empty, puddles of blood still stained the floor.

Strax looked at the scene with surprising calm, his courage inexplicably increasing. "This feeling..." he murmured as he advanced. The atmosphere was getting colder, and the house seemed to be shrouded in silence, further increasing the mystery of what could be happening.

Strax began to run towards Beatrice's room without hesitation. His face was serious, anticipating what was about to happen.

As he approached, he noticed the door was broken. "I'm going to end whoever is on the other side," he thought, kicking the door with all his might.

The next scene? Strax couldn't believe it.

Beatrice was gagged, with her arm bleeding, and in front of her were two men. One of them was holding his stomach, from where blood was gushing abundantly, clearly he was the source of all that blood.

When Strax entered, he had no reaction other than to kill those people.

As Strax entered the room, his mind was flooded with a burning mixture of anger and hatred. His body moved almost automatically, propelled by the need to protect Beatrice at all costs. Without hesitation, he advanced towards the attackers, whose faces twisted in surprise and panic at Strax's sudden appearance.

"What the hell is this!" One of them shouted upon hearing Strax's advance and drew a sword from his sheath.

Strax didn't realize it, but the System began to launch a mission. [Kill them all.] It was the only thing the system said, Strax didn't even care, he was going to do it anyway.

Precise and fast, his movements were used to the best possible effect, while the strange men continued to be surprised, there wasn't supposed to be anyone in that mansion at this time of night.

The first attacker, a burly man with wild eyes, tried to dodge Strax's sword blow, but was taken by surprise by the speed and ferocity of the attack. Strax's well-aimed punch hit him square on the jaw, completely catching him off guard, causing him to stagger back with a muffled groan of pain.

"Urgth!" He growled in pain as he tried to get up but before that, he saw his injured partner trying to attack Strax, trying to take advantage of the blow Strax gave to his companion to counterattack, he lunged at Strax with a gleaming dagger, but Strax had good enough reflexes to block the dagger with his sword. Strax retaliated with a kick to his stomach.

"AHHH!" He screamed in pain, of course, the kick hit his wound directly, causing even more blood to gush out all over the place, some splatters even hit Beatrice who was immobilized on the ground.

Strax didn't give them time to recover, he advanced completely in fury, he was truly blinded.

Beatrice, witnessing all this, couldn't help but wonder, "What happened to you?"

She was confused; that man... he no longer seemed like the boy she once fell in love with. In fact, he seemed like a raging beast.

As she watched, Strax didn't stop for a moment. If anyone saw it, they might consider him desperate, but he was only taking out years of frustration on those poor foolish men.

They really tried to get up, but Strax ruthlessly attacked with the sword. The first attacker, still dazed by Strax's precise blow, barely had time to recover before another powerful strike hit him squarely, completely tearing his head from his body!

The other one left, the one with the stomach wound, looked at Strax with fear, a fear so deep that he began to try to move away, even in pain, just wanting to survive.

"Stay back!" He shouted as he saw Strax's red eyes in pure fury. He wanted to run, but his body no longer moved, his trembling legs began to fail him and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Strax saw that deplorable scene, with only one feeling: "Disgusting." He said aloud as the man tried to get away.

"Stop!" He shouted, but Strax's blood-stained sword, because of his partner's head, was coming towards him.

"Die." He said neutrally, without any emotion. His enraged eyes turned cold, and his sword cut the man's forehead down to his belly, causing his body to split open slightly.

"Tsk, so weak." He said and looked at Beatrice, who stared at him deeply. Meanwhile, Jason watched everything from the door, holding a man like a sack of potatoes.

"It seems the young master has learned to use a sword." Jason remarked and Strax turned to him and smiled. "And you didn't want to give it to me a few minutes ago."

[You Leveled Up]

[You Leveled Up]

[You reached level 10, you gained a bonus of 3 points!]

[Blank Points: 5]

[You completed the mission: Kill the Invaders, you obtained a one-star cutting technique. "Brutal Cut"]

"The mission changed during the fight... it seems I have to get stronger, but before that." He turned to see Beatrice, who was injured.

"Jason, get some bandages from the kitchen, leave this old man here. I have a lot to talk to him about." Strax said, looking at the man Jason was carrying.

"Yes, Young Master." Jason said and dropped the old man to the ground.

Strax looked heavily at that scene and turned to Beatrice. "Congratulations on denying my truth and standing by those who wanted to kidnap you, my dear Beatrice." He said, smiling in an ironic tone, which left Beatrice extremely uncomfortable.