I Have Been Called The Idiot Son Behind My Back. But I Remembered Memories, And I Can Use The Abilities I Had In My Past Life. So I Will Make Use of Major Online Stores Like Am**on And Aim for a Slow Life for Now - 174

Chapter 174: From Anger to Despair

Of course, idiots like this, who think they are superior, tend to react aggressively when someone they look down on takes a defiant stance. They can’t handle being provoked, so they turn red with anger and try to force submission through violence or by taking on an overbearing attitude.

The reason they act this way is simple: while they want to protect their pride, they don’t have the strength to back it up, nor do they have the intelligence or skill with words to persuade others. As a result, they resort to the most primitive means available—because it doesn’t require much thought—and, driven by anger, they impulsively act with whatever limited methods they have left.

When a person realizes that their only remaining options are violence, insults, or a domineering attitude, a reasonable person would admit defeat. But idiots can’t understand this—that’s what makes them idiots.

Ah, idiots are easy to deal with, which makes things simple.

“Guh-boho!?”

For some reason, this idiot came at me, his face red with anger, trying to punch me. Before he could even get close, I cast Water Magic Rank I: Water Ball without an incantation and slammed it into him. He let out a strange noise as he was blown away by the force.

Why didn’t he even try to dodge?

Maybe he was shocked that someone like me, who is considered incompetent by the public, could use magic. If he had even slightly doubted that my trip earlier wasn’t just luck, he might have been able to react to my attack. But the fact that he took my offensive magic head-on means he didn’t even entertain the idea that it wasn’t a fluke.

Well, if he truly had the level of skill he believed himself to have, even if he didn’t suspect a thing, he would’ve been able to counter my magic or dodge it entirely. If he could understand that the real him and the idealized version of himself were not the same, then maybe he could learn. But if he had enough intelligence to realize that, he would’ve noticed during the first trip. Clearly, he still thinks he can beat me, still believes he’s above me. He refuses to admit defeat and will keep coming at me.

As expected, he blames me for getting his clothes dirty with dirt and charges at me again.

So this time, I cast Fire Magic Rank I: Fireball and blew him away.

Even after that, he came at me three more times, undeterred, and I responded by blasting him away with different elemental spells each time. After the third time, the look on his face—filled with anger turning into despair—made it crystal clear that even this idiot had begun to wonder, “Maybe I’m weaker than Kaiser…”