Unstoppable Antihero
Chapter 30: The Hairy Warrior

The atmosphere seemed calmer, where the wind still blows softly against the window covering cloth. The room looked empty, there was only a burly young man lying unconscious on the bed. That young man was none other than Draco.

After a while, Draco slowly opened his eyes, finding himself lying in a room. For a moment he looked around, then woke up. He then set his breath while wondering in his head.

“Where .... is this?” murmured Draco, still confused while watching both palms. “Am I back to this place?”

Draco looked away at the door when he heard someone knocking. Without waiting for an answer from Draco, a young man entered the room and stood on the left side of Draco's bed. This young man is Menes Djer Ra-Mida.

“At last you realized too, Draco,” Menes said. “It hasn't been a day since you were defeated. Do you know?”

Draco's heartbeat stopped for a moment when he heard he was defeated, but then said, “I ... defeated?”

“That's the fact. I don't intend to cover it up from you.”

Draco lowered his head. “Ah, I understand.” Although it looked calm, these two young men's hands clenched tightly. He did not want to accept it, but this was an indisputable fact. “So, why did you save me?”

Menes then turned around as he walked towards the exit. “I just want to see the face of your depression. And now my goal is achieved. Hahaha.”

Although Menes is not in this room, Draco still clenches both hands. “Damn it!” He hit the bed with his right hand. “Atlas .. You won't be the most powerful man in the world. I will be the strongest!”

Draco is filled with anger and ambition, which brings him back to remembering his past life. It was a difficult time and cannot be forgotten by this young man. Even after being reborn.

...*** ...

One year ago, on top of the shady mountains, a burly young man stood upright while looking ahead. This young man was wearing clothes made from tiger skin, making him look even more terrifying. The look on his face was flat, but his eyes were sharp like a tiger aiming for prey.

“Draco!” said a young man from behind the young man earlier. “I searched for you everywhere, it turns out you are here.”

“What's looking for me, Leon?” draco said as he glanced to the side, at the skinny young man wearing from wolf skin.

Skinny youth—Leon— breathes long. “Before the battle begins, the elders are looking for you.”

“Oh.” Draco glanced back forward. “Then tell them that I will take care of the invaders alone.”

“Come, Draco. You don't even use a gun. And worse, you won't win against them with just determination. I'm sure you understand that.”

Even though Leon said so, Draco remained unconcerned and stuck to his words. “You think who is the most powerful person in the Arteca Tribe? Did you? Are those elders? Nah! That was me.”

“I've guessed you said that.” Leon then thrust out a weapon in the shape of a baseball bat, but on the sides there was a sharp iron joined together like a sawtooth. “At least take this Macuahuitl with you.”

Although Draco does not want to accept this weapon, but in order to get Leon to leave here, Draco also receives the weapon. “Alright, but tell them that I will handle all this alone.”

“I don't guarantee they won't interfere.” Soon Leon turned around, walking away while waving his right hand. “Especially Tiger. You should know that.”

“I'll just deliver your message.”

Draco took a deep breath while watching the Macuahuitl in his right hand. “I'm not the type of fighter with a history. It doesn't really fit my fighting style.. I guess.”

Moments later, the wind that had been blowing slowly, now became tight, making Draco's long hair unravel. At once this young man heard strange gunshots that he had never heard before. He then glanced down, watching the soldiers scatter behind the trees while carrying weapons Draco had never seen before.

“I'll destroy you all!” Draco darted forward, moving quickly between the trees.

“Fire!” exclaimed the enemy commander, making his soldiers pull the trigger.

Accompanied by an unusual explosive sound, Draco takes refuge behind a large rock. The young man's left hand was shot, but he did not scream in pain or anything. However, the enemy's weapon this time was much different from the one Draco usually faced.

“What weapon is it?” murmured Draco while tightly grasping Macuahuitl in his right hand.

“Strike!”

This time Draco turned his gaze over the mountains, where the Arteca Tribe soldiers attacked simultaneously. From among them, there were various different weapons used, there were even archers who were considered honorable.

“Fire!” The enemy commander again issued the order.

Gunshots from rifles were heard in the ears. From there, so many Arteca Tribe soldiers were killed because of a new type of weapon that they did not know about.

“Ha!!” Draco did not want to stay still, moving quickly forward beheading one of the enemy's heads. But once again he was wounded by an enemy attack. Still, he persisted and moved forward.

“Draco!” A young man in clothes from tiger skin exclaimed. “I will defeat more enemies than you today!”

“Tiger ...,” murmured Draco. “I won't lose to you!”

However, reality is not always as beautiful as everyone's imagination. All that pride and self-respect, taken away in just one day by the enemy. Everything has been destroyed, corpses scattered everywhere, and Draco is the only person still standing as a soldier from the tribe he is proud of.

The young man in clothes made of tiger skin, stood over the corpses of all his companions. His body was covered in wounds, his breathing was puffed up and he could no longer move.

“Fire!”

It was the last command of the enemy commander today. Draco heard the sound of gunfire echoing, then the bullet went through the young man's heart. Nevertheless, he still refused to die, and until the last second his breath blew, he died standing.

Cheers instantly broke out among the enemies. They looked carefree on top of the deaths of the people they were fighting. However, there are still those who feel guilty about this action, even questioning whether it is appropriate for this to happen? Even so, this is what is called a reality of war. The winner will dance on the losing side. Treading and robbing them of their wealth.