Riches and Bitches: I have a gate to an isekai and leveling-up system!

The glass of the car's back window stood no chance against my fist, even when I threw it while having nothing but a few holes I dug with my fingers to hold on to. And just like all the other windows I smashed thus far today, it was made with tempered glass, opening a relatively clean path for me to slide into the car once the very first structural disintegrity came to be.

"Henlo," I casually threw, lowkey regretting my lack of ability to include smiling emoticon within spoken word.

And wasting no further time, I swung myself forth, going for the very same tactic as in the first car that I've taken over, only for everything to play out in, more or less, the same fashion.

The gunner in the passenger's car started to turn right as my foot kicked into the backrest of his seat, pushing it with more than enough force for it to swing and crush the man underneath.

This time, though, I overdid it a little. As it turned out, by mis-adjusting my strength for just the tiniest bit, the seat didn't simply squash the man, making him break a few rips and maybe twist his spine.

Suffice it to say, a splatter of blood that exploded and then covered the driver from head to toe served as a grim reminder.

By now, I've somehow became strong enough to casually implode a human being with an off-handed kick.

'Welp, you gotta do what you gotta do.'

Quite notably, the blood of the gunner was… redder than the blood of the tens if not hundreds that I've slaughtered on the other side of my portal. Its crimson was far deeper. And for a tiny, fleeting moment, a sense of wrongness overtook my mind.

'I've just killed a man, huh?' I thought, only to lower my upper eyelids in an act of embarrassed self-reflection. 'Wait, I've killed everyone back in that van too, didn't I?'

In the end, was I just a cold-hearted bastard who thought nothing of murder, or was there really a difference between killing a human being here, in my home world, and in the vast unknown beyond the gate my father left me?

I shook my head and forced my thoughts to clear.

There was still the driver to take care off. And while I could afford to leisurely reflect on my morals in the middle of a fight just like I could easily squash someone with a single kick, it was better to finish things quick.

After all, while I couldn't worry less about Madam… Makary was still a simple human. And so was our driver, whom I came to genuinely respect and feel sympathy to.

"Well, whatever," I muttered to myself, twisting my lower body right in the middle of the car only to knock the driver off with a gentle tap on the forehead performed with all the grace of my shoe.

Two streams of blood flushed out of the man's nose, his entire body went limp. Thankfully though, I could still vaguely sense his breath, indicating I managed to hold back properly!

'Now then…'

Deprived of any sort of control, the car quickly knocked to the side now that the wheels no longer compensated for the drag.

I reached out for the head-rest of the one seat remaining and pulled myself up, across the entire length of the car.

A quick glance to the side proved Fay finished the first half of her assignment just a tiny bit sooner than I did.

Maybe she didn't get lost in thought as I did? Or maybe she was just faster? Or more used to battle, regardless of the movement involved?

'Whatever,' I shrugged my shoulders before tensing up the muscles of my arms and then slingshotting myself forward.

For once, I simply knocked the windshield off its frame as opposed to shattering it to pieces. Even with this feat, my jump still remained enough force to push me across the car's front mask and then through the air, all the way to the side of the last car left for me to take care of.

'Whoops!'

Only upon landing on the side of the next target did I realize the tiny mistake I'd made.

By now, the last pair of driver and a gunner have long been prepared for my inhumane assault. And with both of their barrels pointing straight at me, I had no other choice but to resort to a little bit more serious means.

'Tribute.'

A tiny hint of my aura whisked away right as the flow of time slowed down to a crawl.

A much bigger chunk of my aura's reserve vanished when I started to forcefully swing myself over the corner between the car's door and its roof. Simultanousely kicking my legs forth, I swung forward at a steep angle, as if trying to land on either the windshield or the car's mask.

My intention was the former. But with just a bit of alternation.

'Sht, it's draining a lot faster than I thought it would.'

Keeping up my aura' tribute through the maneuver, I burned through nearly two-thirds of my aura.

The power that I deemed near inexaustible at this point, continued to thin out for every inch I moved through space while holding the time from taking its due course.

Thankfully, my counterattack was about to come to be.

Cutting the supply of my aura to the tribute before it would fully whisk away, I dropped down with all my weight and force while curling my legs and aiming down with just one knee of mine. Continue reading stories on empire

And in this fleeting moment when pretty much the entirety of my aura exhausted on the altar of my tribute, I've noticed it.

The… shadow of the reality. The fabric from which Irene weaved the subspace I once managed to notice her in.

It permeated through every tiniest thing of the physical world, the same yet, at the same time… different.

Like a shadow cast on a lower plane that could only reflect, never to affect.

But as the last of my aura seeped into this shadow of the reality… This rule suddenly reversed.

All out of nowhere, the reality became the lower plane of existance… Or maybe a plane of existence the reality of which had less energy etched in it, making it a wannabe reflection of the shadowy realm of dark aura?

Even with all of my mind instantly focusing on the issue, I simply couldn't make the ins and outs of this. But understanding of the issue wasn't necessairly a prerequesite to tap into it.

My aura soon fully exhausted, cutting this strange state of awarness I've found myself in.

My knee dropped down… And dug itself deep into the car's engine, pressing the entire thing into the concrete of the road with surprising ease.

The instant it happened, I felt as if a massive, condensed weight suddenly pressed down on the car… making it act like in the videos where people simulated various scenarios while tweaking the strength of the gravity within.

'What?'

Puzzled to the end of my wits by what happened, I simply stared down at the dented mask of the car while the entire thing went through.

Makary's car and the last of Fay's targeted cars instantly distanced themselves from where I crushed the car into the road.

The sense of Fay's presence starting to fade was the wake up call that brought my mind out of my ass.

Twisting my body, I launched myself into a jump, paying no mind to whatever became of the last two of our assailants.

Catching up with Fay was simply too important for me to care.

'It's a good thing exhausting aura doesn't really affect my body,' I thought, rushing to match the speed of the escaping convoy before speeding up my sprint even further so that I could catch up.

Thankfully, the car at the front soon swerved to the right, opening up a path for Makary's devatated limousine to press all ahead…

Only for the driver I was starting to like to step on the breaks, bringing Makary and Madam to a relatively safe stop a few hundred yards further away.

"All done," I announced joyfully as I caught up with the stopped car, digging my feet into the asphalt of the road to kill my momentum. Then, after a quick look inside that allowed me to confirm Makary's safety, I raised my head and looked down the street instead. "Shouldn't we get the heck out of here?" I suggested, slightly taken aback by the sudden stop.

"And we still have a meeting to catch…" I added, focusing my eyes at the distant end of the road as if trying to peer through the air and to where Makary's private compound was located.

"The car's dead, we need to switch," the driver announced as he rushed from his compartment to the back and offered a helping hand to the two passengers.

"Thank you," Madam smiled as she gracefully laid her hand down on the man's palm before standing up from her seat like some sort of a court lady when asked by a noble knight for a dance.

On the other hand, Makary reached out and grabbed the driver's hand by its wrist while allowing the man to double secure the hold with his own fingers around Makary's wrist.

"How's the car from the front?" Wasting no time, Makary inquired as he followed Madam out of the devastated limousine.

"I…" Fay appeared out of nowhere right by my side, only to show me one of her rare, slightly troubled looks. "I don't think it's any good…" she revealed while averting her eyes to the side to avoid everyone's looks.

"I think the first one I've taken care off should be okay-ish," I interjected, happily taking the attention out of my troubled dearie. Yet, as I looked down the way we came from, I realized that the driver I'd terrorized…

Somehow grew the guts or got the smarts and opted not to follow the rest of us when I jumped off his car.

"Well, that's…" our own driver anxiously looked away, only to then direct a sharp look down at the watch on his wrist.

His face changed from anxious to troubled and then exasperated. And then, as he raised his eyes while breathing out an exhausted sigh, he turned and looked up the street.

"Right on time," the driver muttered precisely when a group of seven, black jeeps jumped out from behind the corner, sharply took the turn while pushing the tracts of their wheels to their limits, and then sped up towards us.

"The cavalry has arrived."

I turned on my heel and took a step before wrapping my hands around Fay's arms and then resting my head down on her shoulder.

"Haaa..." I breathed out a long sigh before heavily raising my own arm and taking a look at my watch. "Couldn't they pick a better time for an ambush?" I whined while squeezing down on my favorite anti-stress being.

A support animal-girl that was here to ease all my worries.

"At this rate, we are going to be late!"