Another World’s Highest Guild Leader ~I’m the weakest in the guild, but I can’t quit the guild because of the heavy love of all the guild members~ - Chap 40.5: Side Story - The Perpetual Second Place is a Failure (Garga's POV)

I have a brother.

He was once my idol.

Beastmen who can transform into a human shape are called “Trans-Beast” in the human world.

In the Beastmen kingdom, it’s considered a rare ailment, labeled as the ones who failed to transform into beastmen fully.

At the age of 5, suddenly, my ears and tail disappeared, and I transformed into a human. I, Garga, was one of them.

When I was a child, I was often looked upon with disdain.

However, the wolf tribe is meritocratic.

The strong survive, and the weak perish.

That’s how I was raised in our tribe.

The Beastman Kingdom consists of various tribes.

My tribe, the Wolf Tribe, is one of the four major factions. In terms of pure combat strength, it surpasses any other tribe.

In the Wolf Tribe, the strong rule everything. Those who become leaders have unlimited wealth and women at their disposal. Because of this, a leader would have hundreds of children.

The more beloved you are, the higher your status.

And the higher the status, the stronger the children that are born.

I was born to one of the leader’s favorite women, a rare honor.

Despite not being a full beastman and being looked down upon, my unparalleled physical abilities and senses made those around me shut up because of my strength.

But there was someone I couldn’t beat. That was my brother, Garus.

I couldn’t catch up to him in any aspect. He was both my goal and admiration.

When I was 16, there was a martial arts tournament within our tribe.

I advanced as expected, and the finals became a showdown between me and my brother, Garus.

The result? I was utterly defeated.

“I lost, big brother…”

Laying sprawled out, I said.

My words were filled with frustration but also respect for my brother.

I swore to win the following year.

In response, Garus looked at me with cold eyes and declared:

“Garga… leave the Wolf Tribe.”

“What…?”

It took me a moment to grasp what had been said to me.

Garus continued without letting me recover.

“You’re nothing but a failed beastman.”

“No! I am strong! So I’m not some failure—”

“No matter how strong you might be, it’s meaningless if you’re forever second. If you aren’t first, then you’re no better than trash. To me, you’re just a weak failure.”

Laughter echoed from behind.

Those who didn’t match me in strength were still quick to ridicule me as the “failed” beastman. My father, the tribe leader, seemed uninterested, his gaze fixed elsewhere.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. As hurtful as it was, I couldn’t go against my formidable brother.

“Leader, what do you think?”

Only upon Garus’ call did the tribe leader finally turn his gaze to me.

“You’re unnecessary to the Wolf Tribe. Leave.”

Those were his only words, but they held an absolute command. Disobeying meant either forced exile or, at worst, death. There was nowhere for me to go once expelled from the Wolf Tribe, given the animosity with the remaining three tribes.

I found myself standing before the large exit gate of the Beastman Kingdom.

“What do you want? Came to mock me?”

Before me was Horus from the Eagle Tribe.

I knew Horus.

He was part of one of the four ruling factions, a significant figure among the bird tribe, and just like me, he had transformed into a human.

“Would you say the same after seeing this baggage?”

Horus had a large bag on his back like he was about to leave the country.

“Of all the people, it had to be you.”

“Hmph.”

It seemed he, too, was exiled from his tribe.

It was surprising how similar our circumstances were…

Despite everything, I felt a hint of relief.

“As long as we don’t end up as slaves, it should be fine.”

“Agreed.”

The two of us left the Beastman Kingdom together.

From there, we wandered, hunting in the forests. A few days later, the pain of the expulsion seemed distant.

And then— a year later, I met Crow.