At the order, the rest of the men surged forwards, tying Darryl up in no time.

"Hey, hey. Watch it…"

Darryl wanted nothing more than to fight back then. Unfortunately, his magical skills were not accessible at the moment, and all he had was the brute force of his unfortunate mortal body.

Unable to hold off so many people, all he could do was struggle while yelling, "You've really got the wrong guy!"

Slap!

Just as his words rang through the air, the leader landed another slap onto Darryl's head as he roared, "Shut up, you!"

As he spoke, he waved a hand, signaling for everyone to head back to the town in the distance with Darryl in tow.

Motherf*cker!

Darryl was truly speechless.

Just his luck, right? First, his powers were locked up, and then he was mistaken for the wrong person. Upon thinking it through, could he… Could he look like the Derrick they spoke about?

Darryl did not speak on the way back, but he figured out the gist of what was going on through eavesdropping on what