"Ignore him; he was busy with his punishment. I asked him to study hard yesterday, but this idiot ran out to build his muscles. So, today he was punished to make a hundred milk cakes," Tharnak waved his hand casually, seemingly not wanting to talk about his idiot grandson.

    "All right, so where are we... Oh, yes, what happened to humans in your world? How could a species so adaptable, with a strong reproductive ability, and thick skin disappear?" Since the other party didn''t want to talk about his family, Myne wasn''t stupid enough to seek his own death and wisely steered the conversation back to the topic.

    "Well, actually, humans in my world haven''t had a good time from the beginning because their ancestors provoked some powerful beings due to their greed, and ended up on the iron plate. After this various forces hunted down the entire human race. Only they know what they did to anger those forces, but they seem determined to erase all existence of humans from my world at any cost."

    "Around 30 years ago, the last human settlement was also founded because someone among humans sold their own people for money and power, and everyone was killed in that incident... including the traitors, I was also there when that happened, the faces of those traitors were really worth to see when they were killed... Well, to tell the truth, 60% of the reason behind the human demise was humans themselves. If they had a little bit of unity or at least stopped selling their own people, it wouldn''t have been a problem for them to survive."

    Finished saying that, the old man Tharnak fell silent and stared at Myne, wanting to see his reaction, but was surprised to find that the other party had a calm expression as if he already expected this outcome.

    "You don''t seem surprised learning about the reason for your race''s demise. Although they have nothing to do with your world, at the end of the day, they are also human. Don''t you feel emotional?"

    Hearing Tharnak''s question, Myne looked at him as if he were an idiot and rolled his eyes. "Emotions, my ass. You said you''ve spent most of your life with humans, right? Don''t you understand what kind of race humans are? If there were no traitors among humans who contributed the most to destroying their own race, then it would definitely be surprising to me."

    "I am also a human, and I know very well what kind of mentality and special genes our race has. Humans are a race that bullies the weak and kisses the asses of the powerful. We are heartless enough to kill our families for a pitiful amount of power or wealth. Selling strangers is not worth mentioning."

    Let me tell you a small story, then you understand what I mean... I once saw a drunkard who did nothing all the day long expect sleeping, while his wife worked hard to provide food for their younger children. But that bastard every night snatches all her hard-earned money to drink. One day, she fought back and didn''t give him money. He became angry, beat her down crazily in front of her children, snatched the money, and went out with his chest raised up as if he had done something very proud."

    "But he also understood that his wife became rebellious and there was a chance that she might run away. So that night, he bought five people to his home and let them f*ck his wife for money. Their house was very small, and their little children watched their mother being abused and raped by a bunch of strangers, but they couldn''t do anything except cry and beg. In the morning, that man bought a slave owner, sold his wife and children, took all the money happily and left town, fearing that others would gossip about him and not let him drink peacefully."

    "Well, I see that you are not lying. This means your coming here indeed was pure coincidence. But one thing I don''t understand: why aren''t you a little bit panicked about getting caught by a group of dangerous people? Forget panicking; you''re even in the mood to chat with me happily while drinking juice as if you are in your own house. You are clearly as weak as a chicken, and even a 10-year-old kid in our tribe can rub your face to the ground. What is it that gives you confidence?"

    This was the question Tharnak was most curious about. He really couldn''t understand why this human brat was so calm despite knowing that there was a high possibility he could get killed. If there was any other person in his place, by now, he would have already shown himself in sweat, but he was behaving as if everything was under control.

    "Of course, because I have some trump cards hidden in my slaves, and believe me, you guys didn''t capture me; I let you bring me here so I can understand the situation of this weird place. Otherwise, if I wanted to flee, your stupid guards are far from enough to touch even a hair on my head... By the way, can I have another mug? This juice is quite tasty," Myne put down the empty mug in his hand and asked with a smile. But what greeted him wasn''t scolding from Tharnak or another question but a fist coming toward his face, which was getting bigger and bigger.

    BOOM!

    The fist stopped a few centimetres away from Myne''s nose, and what followed was a supersonic wave of air, which was so powerful that Myne, along with the wooden couch under his butt and half of the furniture and trophies on the walls of the living room, were all blown away and smashed into the wall at the back, making everything a mess.

    "What the hell are you doing? Do you have any idea how much time it would take to place everything back to its original place?" Tharnak''s grandson, Kazrak, hearing the commotion, rushed out of the kitchen but seeing the condition of the living room, he opened his eyes wide and couldn''t help but exclaim while holding his head.

    Tharnak, who had one leg on the table and a fist in mid-air, withdrew his fist, calmly grabbed the mug with his favourite wine, sat down on the couch, and looked at his grandson with an evil smirk.

    "So what? You are under house arrest anyway and have a lot of free time. Isn''t it better to clean the house than lazily lying on the bed all day long? This way, at least you have something to pass the time, right?"

    "You... You... Just wait, old man. When I become strong one day, I will beat you to death. Don''t think I don''t know why you are doing this, but being jealous won''t change anything. Just wait until I complain to Grandma that you bullied me just for fun, let''s see who will laugh at whom," Seeing Tharnak''s face darken at his threat, Kazrak felt much better and returned to the kitchen, muttering under his breath.

    This damn brat, it seems like I was too gentle with him. Today, he dared to threaten me with his grandma. God knows what he will do when he grows up. I have to speed up his training before he gets out of my hands, Tharnak thought while drinking his wine and looked toward the debris, trying to see the spot where Myne was buried.