Max Stats in the Apocalypse

"Hey, Skinny!"

A few punches flew at Roger. With the determination of each of them, Roger looked at their eyes. He smirked when he saw that their eyes were all determined by irritation.

'Nostalgic...' Roger thought, then in an instant, he dodged every punch, passing through them.

Roger was now at their backs, with his hands resting on his back. Then he turned his head toward them.

He looked at them up and down, then noticed that the audience was surprised.

Despite Roger's status, his body was rather weak in appearance. That was why they were surprised. Also, from their memories, Roger was the bullied student that always got beaten by these five bullies.

'So much oppression.' Roger added to his thoughts as some memories were slowly becoming clear to him.

These five were the oppressors in his batch. Or rather, the oppressor who would use their power for their own benefit.

Well, Roger didn't particularly think anything about it. Instead, he looked at it as a funny thing.

'Drowned by their power. Pathetic. Just because they awakened some power, did they think that they could do anything? Immaturity at its finest.'

Roger just shook his head while the leader of the five, the guy who initiated it, trembled in anger.

"Y-You... are lucky enough to dodge all of it, huh? I bet that you trained so much since you were always at the bottom. I am not in a good mood. Skinny, rooftop!" The guy roared.

When Roger heard it, he finally remembered a name that almost filled up his memory of his first year of high school.

'Right. This guy is Taylor, my oppressor.' Roger thought.

The five of them walked away, passing through the crowd that had been halved into two.

Meanwhile, Roger was still smirking at the funny scene he saw; interesting in his eyes, but scary to others.

There were also some that looked at Roger with pity, thinking that on the first day of school he'd be beaten up again.

However, Roger was different from the past. He was somehow aimless but filled with talent.

After being thrown into a cruel world, he finally accumulated a number of arts of fighting that turned into one final art.

Roger just looked at the surroundings and was not arrogant. Since he knew that he could just defeat them, he followed them to the rooftop to play with the time.

Well, Roger specifically thought that a nostalgic outcome like this was too funny to be true.

When Roger finally followed them to the rooftop, he saw all five of them standing in the open space.

'So this kind of gimmick still exists?'

Roger just scoffed while looking at them. When he was finally on the rooftop, one of the five closed the door, locking it. Just after it was locked, all of them smiled viciously. They cracked their bones, thinking that they'd just got their prey. They were ready to hunt.

The one in the middle, Taylor, was also overjoyed. It was as if his blood was rampaging.

"What is it now?" Roger asked in irritation.

'Pushover.' Roger added to his thoughts.

"You are dead if you don't come here. Kneel before me, Skinny." Taylor smirked.

"Make me."

Irritated by how Roger answered, Taylor, signaled to his four friends to hold on to Roger. But before they could, Roger attacked them.

Roger bent his left leg, then straightened his left arm, clenched into a fist.

That fist hit one of the four, then in the next movement, Roger jumped, twisting in mid-air to produce a strong left kick. He hit a neck, then when he landed, he immediately dashed to his third target with his fist on his side.

His right fist twirled along with his hips, and in an instant, he gave his third target an uppercut to the diaphragm.

And now for the last and fourth target, Roger kicked him in the jaw with his right foot, straightening his body.

That all happened in five seconds, and in that course of time, the four around Taylor were down.

He trembled, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. Taylor looked at Roger with surprise and moved slightly backward when Roger gazed at him.

Then Taylor clenched his fist and said, "Bastard! Who are you?! Skinny is not that strong!"

Roger just scoffed at how Taylor sounded too conceited. It was as if Taylor had already decided that there was no change for Roger.

"Pathetic," Roger mumbled, then shot a small amount of air pressure at Taylor. That air pressure formed into Roger's left hand's pointing finger. And that air pressure hit Taylor's forehead.

"That wasn't enough to kill you. Just rest well." Then a grin followed with Roger's victory.

He approached the door, then opened it, and just as it was opened, a flock of students fell down from it.

The students, apparently, were listening from the door.

"Why did all of you look like you'd seen a ghost?" Roger ridiculed.

The students looked at the scene on the rooftop, then went back to Roger.

"Did he defeat them? Did he just awaken before returning to school?"

In disbelief, they all moved hastily to make a path to Roger.

Roger just shook his head in amusement, then climbed down the stairs. When he was on his classroom floor, he went straight back to his room, sat back in his chair, and began reading.

While the students were still in confusion, the classes started and, after eight hours, the first day of school ended.

Roger was still alone and didn't know anyone to speak to, so he decided to walk home alone as well. But it was disrupted when, just before the gates of his school, some adults in black suits with black Mercedes-Benzes were standing, as if they were waiting for someone.

'Wow... Look at those idiots standing in front of an academic institution. It looks like they aren't afraid.' Roger thought while he was moving with the wave of students.

When Roger was finally at the gate, going outside of the school's premises, the adults he saw blocked him.

"Are you, Skinny?" They asked with intimidation.

Roger just raised his eyebrow and looked at them. They were three and bulky as if they had hit the gym every day for five straight hours.

Roger sighed, then shook his head.

"I'm not. I am Roger, so please misters, can you move?" Roger politely asked, but the adults didn't see it as a polite approach.

"Don't lie to us."