hat automatically collected various items, a highly convenient addition.

With wealth equivalent to that of Billionaire Gates in his original world, Brutols divided it with the old mage to aid in the tower's reconstruction. Discovering a group of goblins skilled in construction, who had also been imprisoned, he freed them. Grateful, they agreed to work for payment. Brutols also retrieved stored food, preserved fresh by icy magical gems. 

Having set matters in motion, Brutols decided to stay temporarily at the tower for preparation. Understanding the necessity of readiness, he chose an array of weapons and armors, including a razor-sharp dagger for ranged attacks, and high-quality armor, critical for any adventurer.

Several days passed, and the mage advised, “Young man, it’s time to leave.” Brutols responded calmly, “Many will oppose me, but I believe I can overcome them and return to my original world.” The mage nodded, assuring, “The world may be chaotic, but truth persists. With effort, you will find it.”

“Alright, I’m off,” Brutols said with resolve. Bidding farewell, he left the magic tower. The continent was rife with war, his journey fraught with danger, but Brutols remained confident in his survival.

Chapter 3: Encounter with Bandits (1)

Bandit gangs were rampant in this world as many governments were too exhausted to deal with them. Profits from banditry were high, and many bandits were former soldiers who, due to lack of money or failure in war, turned to a life of crime rather than face capture or execution as deserters. This bleak situation, however, did not earn any sympathy from Brutols. To him, a bandit deserved death because they never considered their victims' plight during their robberies. Just because someone was suffering did not give them the right to loot and kill. Therefore, Brutols showed no mercy to these bandit groups.

Walking along the road, Brutols mused that it would be fortunate not to encounter bandits, but if he did, it would be a chance to let his Wind Sword taste blood. Blood was essential for keeping a sword in prime condition, preventing rust. Lady Luck smiled upon Brutols as he stumbled upon the largest bandit group in the country. This group had just looted a village, killing the men, selling the women, and turning the children into deaf-mute slaves—a horrendously inhumane act. Without a hint of remorse, they laughed as they walked, robbing passersby for further spoilage.

“Robbery! Don’t just stand there looking foolish. We are the biggest bandit gang in the country. If you know what’s good for you, hand over everything you have, or we’ll start lopping off body parts!” A burly bald bandit with a bushy beard sneered at Brutols. Brutols sighed at the bandit’s crude approach. If he were in a similar situation,

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