A Wanderer

Noel looked at the group of clamoring people, enraged that her kindness was ignored.

She was good enough to let them go in peace rather than be the haggling shrew she usually was.

Master was right.

Noel internally marveled at her master's insight.

Don't appear when many people gather. They're annoying.

Noel...would like to live by her master's wise words. But the noisy people on the first floor are needed to be dealt with.

Noel openly stared at the group, properly observing them now.

Strange. A weird current is circulating in their bodies. What is that?

Though Noel can't see it, she can certainly feel it, sensitively at that.

She had ignored it at first, thinking it was just a small thing but when the weird spear was thrown at her, Noel accurately felt that the weird feeling grew stronger.

It was as if...they have powers...

Noel suddenly remembered the powerful yet also helpless humans in the deep corner of her mind, the awakeners.

Noel's eyes narrowed, looking at the equipment of the group. She grew certain that this group might be awakeners.

Just had to be the type of people I hate the most.

Noel can still remember that one awakener who betrayed their base, her teeth can't help but clench, wishing she could beat the life out of that man.

While lost in memories, Noel's body reacted and twisted to the right. Her flexibility transcends what a normal human can do.

When she straightened her body, she saw another spear thrown into her original position.

"What the fucking fuck!" Noel cursed loudly and glared at the man who attacked her a second time.

Awakeners, damn confirmed. Even the attitude fits.

Noel growled, and instead of growing killing intent, her presence became smaller, and she was gone from her position.

"What the actual fuck is that?" The man who pointed at her loudly cried out.

"She fucking disappeared right in front of us!" Another man exclaimed.

"Damn it. She might be a zombie mutant!"

"Dumbass, why not consider that she might be an invincible awakener!"

Their loud voices became mixed and Noel silently approached them, like a tiger to her prey.

Like an acrobat, she softly jumped on the group's blind spot, waiting for them to be relaxed.

"Quiet. She's still here." A deep and rugged voice quietened the noise, much to Noel's disappointment.

This man is so troublesome.

Noel rolled her eyes and decided that this man would be her first target.

You dare to throw me a spear two times, and disrupt me two times too!

Noel, someone who doesn't have the temper or patience to deal with louder noise, decided to end this group fast.

So what if you're an awakener? You're not as powerful as the awakeners in my world. At most, you're an annoying fly.

Noel, who has seen the desperate fight of awakeners against the aliens in her world, doesn't regard the awakeners of this world highly, as they are significantly weaker.

So much weaker that she can defeat them.

Even as awakeners, they had tiers. In her world, the bastard who abandoned their base was several times stronger than the one who threw the spear at her.

Tier one and two awakeners can be killed by an armed person, tier three can be killed by a highly trained soldier.

Her target, the strongest in the group, can be placed on the third tier.

Someone she can kill.