How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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The middle-aged man misunderstood the meaning behind Hill's smile and behavior.

Click.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The crisp friction sound was like the creaking of plastic.

Hill crushed the middle-aged man's hand without hesitation.

The pain of shattered bones caused the middle-aged man to scream loudly, his rough screams echoing throughout the hall. His right hand, with all its bones broken, looked like a twisted and tattered rag.

There are naturally more people leaving the city in the afternoon.

This shout attracted a lot of attention, and a larger crowd gathered, pointing and whispering. Staff members also began to approach...

Seeing that something was wrong, the middle-aged man quickly covered his face, temporarily forgetting about his phone, and planned to run away.

He came to the city to earn some extra money; his main job was as a company employee.

Being recognized in this situation, aside from the possibility of being arrested, the company will definitely fire me...and my life will be affected!

Talent activated – [Soap Bubble]

Transparent bubbles appeared beneath his feet, and the middle-aged man rushed into the crowd that had not yet fully formed a protective net, as if he were ice skating.

"AT.... Position Defense"

Hill raised the small leather shield on his arm, and the middle-aged man slid 5 meters before turning 90 degrees to face Hill.

"Huh??...How could this be!"

His full sprint speed remained unchanged, and he crashed straight into the small leather shield.

Duang!!

The dull thud of the meat hitting the iron plate.

The intense impact to his face left it a bloody mess, his overweight body trembled and swayed, and then, like a puppet with its strings cut, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Hill had originally wanted to treat him to a flower-themed meal, but with so many people around, it wasn't convenient for her to do it.

The staff also came over to ask what had happened.

Hill didn't want to get involved in these things; she just wanted to take her brother home.

She lifted Sirocco up.

“...Hill...we...informed the tuner..."

"elder brother?"

Sirocco straightened his weary body, handed his phone to a staff member, and asked Hill to explain the situation.

“That middle-aged man molested my brother; he’s a habitual pervert. The cell phone is evidence.”

Hill finished speaking in twenty words, and the other party nodded hurriedly. Several security guards restrained the middle-aged man on the ground and dragged him to the security office. The cleaners quickly and efficiently cleaned up the scene.

The main thing is to prevent him from affecting the atmosphere of the hall.

The staff apologized to the two siblings and asked them to wait in a VIP room while the therapist and police took their statements.

"Isn't your brother feeling unwell? Wouldn't it be better if he went back quickly? Let them handle it themselves."

"In order to... that guy get a more severe sentence... he really needs to go to jail... if he escapes... many more girls will be molested... I can't let that bastard get away with this..."

That's the look in her eyes—she looks incredibly delicate, yet possesses an unwavering will and determination. Hill couldn't help but hug Sirocco.

"Even when he's facing a crisis of chastity, he can still worry about other victims... My righteous brother is amazing, so cool!"

"Don't... get so close to me... with your strength..."

Sirocco felt like he was suffocating.

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When Sirocco and his sister Hill got home, it was already 6:14, later than the originally planned 5:30.

"Brother, we're home. Soon you'll be able to sleep in a comfortable bed."

"Um....."

Hill and Sirocco were still wearing the equipment from the underground city.

Hill tried to retrieve the key stored in the bracelet. Because she was carrying Sirocco, she didn't catch the key properly when it was projected and it fell to the ground.

She bent down and picked it up—

With a series of hurried footsteps, the uneven door suddenly opened.

"They're so late! I'll go check on the dungeon first. Cohen, you stay home and wait—oh?!"

His disheveled blond hair and dark skin made him look like a hoodlum. His father, Claude, who was in a hurry, came face to face with the two of them.

Upon discovering Hill, he was initially delighted, then turned to anger, but when he looked closely at Sirocco, whose face was flushed and whose hair was snow-white, his expression changed to worry.

"You're finally back... What's wrong with this brat?"

As he spoke, Claude reached out and hoisted Sirocco onto his back.

"Hill! Little Shiloh! It's good to see you back."

Mother Cohen came out and patted their heads.

"See, I told you they'd be fine. What's wrong with little Shiloh? Changing her mood and dyeing her hair white?"

Unlike her father Claude's concerns, she had great faith in her brother and sister.

Hill lowered his eyes somewhat guiltily.

"My brother overused his magic and caught a cold? Anyway, his hair turned white..."

The parents listened to this explanation with skepticism, and finally both sighed in unison.

Nothing is surprising in the dungeon; as long as people return safely, that's a victory.

"Sorry, Dad, Mom, we're too late."

"Don't do this again. If you don't come back by the agreed time, I'll call the police immediately."

Claude warned him in the tone of an adult, a father.

“Hill understands….”

"Alright, alright, it's good that you know you were wrong. Hill, come in quickly, the food is ready. Wash your face and go eat, you must be exhausted today."

Cohen smiled and gently patted his daughter's back, and Hill returned an embarrassed smile.

"Oh dear, this family really can't do without me."

Claude carried Sirocco up the stairs.

"This brat is in high school and still so light? I should get him a doctor... Ugh, I have to go back to work after dinner. That section chief, why should we have to deal with the mess he created?! He promised a raise, if he doesn't give it to me, I'm quitting this time. But I still don't want to go to work..."

He grumbled as he steadily carried Sirocco back to his room, step by step.

90. Take care of

7:29 in the evening.

After settling Sirocco in and having dinner, Claude reluctantly went to work overtime.

Hill carried the tray to Sirocco's room and saw that Sirocco had simply taken off his coat and was lying down to rest. Hill volunteered to help, saying to Sirocco:

"Hill, help your brother change his clothes!"

The main problem was that the T-shirt and pants I was wearing had bloodstains from exploring the dungeon, and it would be too dirty to sleep in them.

After putting down the plate, Hill locked the door.

Hill sat down next to him and helped his brother sit up.

"Um.....?"

Sirocco let out a soft murmur, his eyes glazed over.

Helping him take off his clothes, the large expanse of white skin under the light looked dreamlike, and Hill secretly rubbed against it.

Kind-hearted, she even changed Sirocco's underwear, and although Sirocco said no, he couldn't resist at all.

Interesting.

"These days, my brother can't live without Hill!"

I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

Hill understood the fun of dress-up games for the first time, even though she had never played this type of game before.

"Brother, if you want, Hill can bring the game to stay in your room, so that when you wake up, the first thing you see is Hill!"

"No...you go back to your own room..."

Shilock offered his advice with a pained expression.

"What a pity, Hill was hoping to take this opportunity to sleep with my brother. Oh well, let's get down to business. Brother, you should eat something to replenish your energy."

"Changing clothes... and eating... isn't the order reversed?"