il, making it a grotesque sight. Brutols felt a wave of pity for the human who had undergone such a transformation, but became resolute in avenging this wrong by killing the mad scientist.

Brutols' white flames morphed into a sharp sword in his hands. The vampire’s tooth he wielded also ignited with white flames, making both weapons deadly. He charged at the chimera like a bullet, striking with whirlwind-like intensity. The chimera, despite its strength, lacked the speed to react to Brutols' attacks, and soon all three of its heads were severed.

Brutols clicked his tongue in disapproval at the chimera's lack of threat, shaking his head. Reverting to his normal state, he let the white flames dissipate, conserving his strength for the enemies that still awaited him. Calmly, he approached the old man, who stared in shock and fear. Brutols placed a hand on the scientist’s head and incinerated him with a burst of red flames, reducing him to a dry husk.

Such a death seemed insufficient to atone for his crimes, but it was one less evil in the world—a small consolation for Brutols. Despite his action, Brutols' anger hadn't subsided; he decided to obliterate the entire tower to calm himself, ensuring no part of it would haunt his dreams.

Moving swiftly, Brutols reached the fourth floor, finding it scarcely different from the third. This indicated a lack of artistic taste in the tower's construction, though Brutols didn’t mind, intending to level it anyway. The fourth-floor guardian, a white-bearded mage, awaited him. While the world had many mages, good-hearted ones were rare. Likely, the mage hadn't embraced any ethical teachings in this brutal world. Brutols had no intention of being a hero; he just wanted to eliminate these villains to quell his raging flames.

The white-bearded mage in his blue robe looked formidable, but Brutols shot a white flame at him without hesitation, ignoring the mage’s flamboyant appearance.

“Heh, I didn’t expect anyone to reach the fourth fl...,” the mage’s words cut off as he conjured a water shield nearly a meter thick to block the impending flame. But Brutols effortlessly countered, sending another white flame that vaporized the shield into steam. The mage, seeing his protective spell shattered, chose to vanish, seemingly teleporting. However, Brutols knew it was merely invisibility, not true teleportation.

Spotting the hidden mage's shadow, Brutols immediately locked onto him, launching attacks with unerring precision. The mage then summoned a formidable skeletal creature, its bones covered in spikes and finely honed. But to Brutols, it was just a fancy pile of bones.

Brutols' relentless white flames soon turned the creature into smoldering remains. Despite its attempts to reassemble, the continued onslaught drained i

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