Those who were older would still take their children away from me, with fear in their eyes, because they had better living experience, and they were more on guard against outsiders. 

However, the young people got carried away over time.

Humans were like that. When a tiger stretched and laid down for sunbathing, they thought the tiger was a domesticated cat and could be touched as they wished. In the end, they were dragged away by the tiger and chewed into pieces!

The young inheritors of Hagrid Island viewed me and the metahumans in the outside world that way. It wasn’t wrong to be fearless, but conceitedly being fearless simply meant belittling their enemies.

Hence, I had to release my murderous vibe to warn them...