Everyone is Obsessed With Me (reupload)

Chapter 4

How did this happen? Why does his room look run-through?

Everything from the bed to the furniture has been turned over and broken into many pieces. The pillows and the blankets were all torn apart and scattered all around the room. It looked as though some dogs ran in and went on a rampage. Or a tornado swept by and stirred everything up.

"These...dogs..." Hanbal mumbled in frustration. It's not hard to guess who could've done this. He's just 11 years old and they were in their adult year. How immature can they get?

Hanbal sighed and bent down to tidy his room. He tried to avoid the broken wooden pieces in case of a sprinter. While he was picking things from the ground, a shattered picture frame lay broken in the far corner of the room. It glistened beneath the sunlight that poured into the room through the cracks of the ripped curtains.

What's this? He didn't remember this in his room? Did he somehow miss it? Hanbal bent down to pick up and whipped the shattered glass and dirt off of it. It was a picture of a woman with long white hair and pale eyes. She looked elegant, and not like the royalty type, but more like an angel. It was hard for Hanbal to explain, but it felt as though she had seen this exact woman in his previous world.

Before he could comment on it, he heard the door behind him slam open. He turned around and saw a gang of servants sashaying into the room. They were servants who were supposed to serve him, the master. But they instead decided they were the master and made Hanbal the servant.

Hanbal stepped back, his brows sweaty and his heart slightly thumped in his chest. He grabbed the bucket and hid it behind him. One servant, a younger woman, stepped up and smiled tauntingly. Hiding behind her was the maid from before. This time, she looked fearful and slightly hesitant. She didn't even bother to make eye contact with Hanbal and instead focused on the ground.

Before Hanbal could speak, the maid who stepped up opened her mouth and spoke with menace in her voice. "What made the birdie so bold? Hm?"

Her gang of servants chuckled behind her, leaving Hanbal to grip the metal basket even tighter. Hanbal isn't a fool. He understands that if he wants to get out of this in one piece, he would need to think smart. He knows these servants are reckless and out to get him. So he needs to stay sharp.

Hanbal took a sharp breath in, his heart began beating and his hands were sweaty. He ignored the servant's taunting laughter and instead focused on calming his heart. It's just one of him, a young kid with barely any meat on his bones. There were 5 of them, who were grown adults.

Those servants deserve a beating for trashing his room, he thought to himself as his heart slowed down. He doesn't care whether he going to be punished or if his reputation turns to shit. He was going to leave anyway, so who cares about the opinion of those scummy beings? He just needs an opportunity.

"Which one of you trashed my room?" Hanbal said as he gripped harder on the metal bucket. His eyes darted from one servant to another, watching in case they tried to sneak attack him like earlier. The servants looked at him and snickered with each other.

"I don't know. Maybe a pair of dogs did it!" A maid with long brown hair said in a mocking tone. Her hands covered her mouth as she let out a sickening sweet giggle. The other servants followed her and began to mock and degrade him.

"I asked, who did it," Hanbal said authoritatively. He's pretty sure he is older than them all since they still looked young and youthful. But this only caused them to laugh even harder. Their sneers and mockery made the old man in Hanbal explode.

His old man's ego was bruised badly. He wanted to teach these youngsters a lesson, but he still needed to be calm. Hanbal took a breath in and stepped back, his calm face twisted into a snarl.

"Why should I be bothered to speak to lowly servants." He mumbled quietly, but he made sure to be loud enough for them to hear. This made them upset and like impatient human beings, they rushed to grab him.

Hanbal smiled and took this opportunity to swing his metal bucket hard, hiding one of them hard in the head. The impact made the servant swing violently to the side, which caused the servant to the right to fall onto the ground and hit her head on a broken wood. The other servants gasped and stood frozen for a bit. They couldn't process what had happen. Or how it happened.

"Um..." The servant that spoke earlier spoke and backed away slightly. But once her vision fixed on Hanbal and she saw his scrawny body, her ego was bruised a second time and with a glare, she pointed at him and hissed. "You!"

Hanbal perked up and stepped back to brace himself in case she decided to lung at him. The maid pointed her finger at him and ordered the other servants to grab him. But what greeted her in return were silence. Baffled, she turned to look at the other servants but saw how they backed far away from her and instead stared past her in fear.

Gritting her teeth, she yelled, "You cowards! This is just tone kid!" She yelled, but seeing the lack of reaction made her even more upset. To prove her point, she turned to grab Hanbal but froze in her tracks. Who's... Who's this?

Staring at her was a pair of amber eyes that looked like they belonged to a beast. It was cold, it was calculating, and it revealed unkept malice. It stared unblinkingly at the maid, causing her to tremble, and backed into the corner with the other servants.

No, how can this be? She thought, before bolting out of the room with the other servants trailing behind her. Terror, fear, and regret covered their face and body. They knew if they turned to look back, a beast would be at their tail.

Once they were gone, Hanbal took a long breath in. He was fortunate they left because he had lost all energy and was about to faint anytime soon. He turned to look behind him but noticed there was no one there. So why were the servants so scared?

Shaking his head, Hanbal started to walk around his room to cool his head. The bucket that he used earlier was cleaned and set in the corner of his room. The mess hasn't been touched yet, but Hanbal will get to it after he gets his emotions in check. Usually, he has a cool head when it comes to confronting others, but ever since he reincarnated into this body, he finds it harder to control his emotions and strength. He's weak and the fear he had for those servants almost made him buckle under pressure. Maybe it's because his mind is that of a 30-year-old in an 11-year-old body. He needs to learn how to control himself better.

As Hanbal walked around the manor, he could feel several stares following him. Hanbal looked around and saw no one. Was he just being paranoid or stupid? Was it the servants again?

"What are you doing here?!" An old voice said from behind him. Hanbal 'tsked' before turning to look at the old butler. Immediately, Hanbal felt sick in the stomach.

This old butler was an important character in the book. He was old, sly, and insane. Maybe working as a hitman made him go insane, but who in their right mind would take in such a job in the first place? The old man, although looked old and gentlemanly, was behind the numerous assassination attempts of the female lead. And he would've succeeded the first time if she didn't have plot armor protecting her at every turn. The old man died of suicide after his 11th attempt failed. It was never explained why, but that was his tragic end.

"I-I just want to meet father..." Hanbal said meekly. In front of the old man, he needs to be at his very best so the old man wouldn't suspect him. He was sure that the old man would kick him out immediately since everyone in the whole manor knew about the hatred the Duke had with his youngest son. But to his surprise, the old man just nodded and walked away.

"H-huh?" Hanbal mumbled slightly and watched the old man's back slowly fade into the shadows.

But before he disappeared, the old man turned and smiled softly at Hanbal, "You should hurry, the Master is waiting for you."

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 Change of plot ig