Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family

As the celebrations continued, it couldn't be helped that some people ended up drinking too much alcohol that they ended up drunk out of their minds.

It didn't help that there were a lot of dwarves in the taverns and inns chugging beer like it was water. But of course, they were dwarves. Their constitution was much higher than other species, which meant that they could have a large intake of alcohol and still not be drunk at the end of the night.

However, due to the merry atmosphere in the bar, some ended up getting carried away and drinking as much as the dwarves.

A middle-aged dogfolk, who was half man and half canine, was one such unlucky fellow.

He wasn't a Rebornian, so he wasn't familiar with the ways of the dwarves. So, when they made a bet against him on who could finish the most cups of beer in under an hour, he quickly agreed. They promised him a kilo of Damascus Steel if he won.

Unfortunately, as everyone expected, he ended up losing the bet and having nothing but empty pockets and a body too drunk to even walk properly.

He stumbled around the busy streets of the nation, almost tripping himself on the curb.

His inebriation seemed to have made him a little bit aggressive in his actions, causing him to react wildly as an old Satyr accidentally bumped into him.

"Watch where you're going!" the dogfolk said, shoving the old Satry to the ground.

He was so drunk and frustrated about his loss that he ended up using his innate skill, conjuring a huge gust of wind to push the old Satyr with force equal to that of a tornado.

But as the wind was about to hit the old Satyr, an invisible prismatic shield appeared around him, dispelling the force into nothingness. The aggressive Air mana seemed to be negated by the elements of the prismatic shield immediately upon contact.

This was the lesser Unity Defense skill that all Rebornians were blessed with!

Each of them had an almost indestructible shield that protected them from any magic spell. This skill was always active and needed no conscious thought from the Rebornians, acting as a guardian angel for all of them.

"What?...thadss..impozibble…" the dogfolk said, slurring his words.

He tried to use his skill again, this time with a conscious thought to use much more force than before.

But it ended with the same result. The old Satyr was protected by his prismatic shield, leaving him unharmed.

It was at this point that a lot of people had noticed the commotion, with a lot of the tourists whispering in hushed voices and pointing at the drunk dogfolk harassing the old Satyr.

"Watcha all lookin' at?! Huh?!"

None of them could come to aid. Most of them were normal people with no way to subdue an aggressive and drunk dogfolk who was clearly ready to throw magic spells at anyone that dared to come close to him.

"Hm? What's happening over there, bro?"

Meanwhile, Zion and the rest of his siblings were just walking leisurely in the streets when they suddenly heard a commotion in front of them. And judging from the crowd slowly gathering in the area, they knew something was up.

"Someone needs our help," Sheina said, with her eyes peering through the crowd and seeing the situation clearer than anybody else.

"I'll deal with this!" Zion said as he walked leisurely through the crowd.

His attitude was lax, with his hands on his head and his tail wagging back and forth like a dog about to get a treat.

"Hey man! You know how to box?" Zion asked.

The drunkard looked at Zion and snarled at him. The young Dragonborn's presence seemed to have unnerved the dogfolk, subconsciously feeling a sense of inferiority compared to him.

"Waddya want?!"

Zoon had a big smile on his face as he approached the drunk dogfolk. He had been itching to try out the boxing techniques and lessons that were imparted in his brain upon his awakening. And now, this drunkard gave him a chance.

He began to jump and skip, raising both his hands next to his chin like a boxer.

"Get outta here!" the drunkard said, firing a [Wind Spear] spell to Zion.

The young Dragonborn ducked and weaved through the sharp solidified gust of air.

Within just a fraction of a second, he had reached melee range of his target, all because of his footwork.

"Don't use too much force," Jaku warned his younger brother. Since the dogfolk had no Unity Defense skill, he would be very vulnerable against Zion's SpaceBreaker Punch.

"You worry too much, bro!" Zion replied, with the confidence to look back at his brother while he was up close and personal with the drunkard.

Of course, the dogfolk took advantage and wildly swung his arm towards Zion.

But Zion just leaned back and let the punch almost graze his chin.

The drunkard, missing his punch, ended up out of balance and leaning on just one leg to stay upright.

Zion smiled and began to send punch after punch, with speed and ferocity that seemed to almost blur his hands.

Most people felt sorry for the drunkard for being beaten to such an extent. But then, they realized that Zion's punches never even touched the dogfolk in the first place. His punches hit nothing but the air, just a few inches above the dogfolk's body.

Zion knew he didn't have to actually hit the guy. The air brought on from his punches was enough to tip the drunkard's balance, letting him fall face first into the ground.

"Ha! What do you think about that, bro? I didn't hit him a single time!" he bragged to his siblings.

"Meh," Jaku said disappointedly.

"You know, you didn't have to do all that," Sheina said, crossing her arms.

"It was…cool," Umisu gave her little brother a thumbs up.

The crowd began to clap their hands for Zion, applauding him for taking care of the situation.

Among them was Agnes, whose eyes widened as she realized what she had just seen.