The Reckless Die by Recklessness

Blainey pictured it in his mind: if he had searched the cabinet without knowing what was inside, the other party could have used the clothes as cover to launch a surprise attack. If it failed, they could also jump out the window...

This was undoubtedly the best hiding spot in the entire room!

Realizing this, Blainey didn't hesitate. Without warning, he drew his sword...

The sword's edge scraped against its scabbard, a soft sound echoing in the room...

Almost instantly, the silver sword pierced the wooden cabinet as easily as a knife through butter. Then, he drew the sword horizontally, and the closed wooden cabinet was split open!

Wood shavings mixed with torn cloth scattered in the air, but the scene of blood gushing out that he had anticipated did not appear...

Blainey frowned, somewhat surprised. Had his judgment been wrong? Was this target simply careless and left these things behind in the room?

Andre, standing nearby, was startled by his companion's sudden sword draw. Just as he was about to mock Blainey's misjudgment, a short sword suddenly emerged from the darkness within the narrow gap between the bookshelf and the wall, slashing towards Andre's neck!

It was Lynn who made the move!

The moment Andre and Blainey spotted the coins and manuscripts on the table, Lynn knew he couldn't escape this time.

The narrow gap where he was hiding offered no cover, relying solely on shadows and visual distortion for concealment.

This was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous place, but the two had arrived too quickly. Having just gone through the transmigration, Lynn's mind was in utter chaos. He hadn't had time to find a better place, nor the time to set anything up. He hadn't even had time to pick up the parchment scrolls that had fallen to the floor.

If the two found no one in the cabinet and began searching the room thoroughly, they would discover him quickly.

So Lynn didn't hesitate and attacked!

Considering lethality, Lynn hadn't used the improved Blade of Ice he had initially mastered. Within three steps, the short sword's lethality was far more reliable than the "magic" he controlled!

The timing was chosen for the exact moment Andre let his guard down upon seeing the flying wood shavings!

However, this seemingly certain strike went wide. The moment Lynn attacked, a strong sense of crisis surged through Andre.

Before joining the Witch Hunter Squad, Andre had been a renowned mercenary, constantly walking the line between life and death. He was all too familiar with this bone-deep feeling!

His keen intuition had clearly saved him once again. The instant the short sword slashed down, Andre strained his body, twisting to avoid being decapitated.

But Lynn's surprise attack was too fast. Even though Andre reacted to evade immediately, he couldn't completely dodge it. The sharp short sword grazed his neck, leaving a deep gash!

Crimson blood continuously poured from the wound. Andre was both shocked and enraged. The pain in his neck warned him that he had almost died!

"Bastard!" Andre's anger flared. He swung his saber with his right hand, intending to cleave Lynn in two from top to bottom.

The attack was both fast and heavy. Lynn almost couldn't react, but his body instinctively moved to parry. The clash of saber and sword produced a grating sound that echoed throughout the room.

Before this, Lynn had never drawn a sword to attack anyone, but thankfully, the original body, Carl, was well-trained, and his muscle memory remained intact.

It was with this excellent swordsmanship that Carl had intimidated the ill-intentioned neighbors in the slums!

However, his opponent this time was not an untrained bandit, but a Witch Hunter who had taken a Divine Grace Potion, possessed strength far beyond that of an ordinary person, and attacked ruthlessly...

Andre's swordsmanship was completely unsystematic, but every move was vicious. After only three clashes, Lynn's tiger mouth ached intensely, and he could barely hold onto the short sword.

"Die!" Andre roared, sweeping his saber to knock the short sword aside. He lunged forward with his left hand, his thick knuckles tightly gripping Lynn's throat.

Choked by the grip, Lynn's face turned red, and his consciousness quickly blurred.

[Warning, contracted target is in severe life-threatening danger. According to Article 37 of the Federal Intelligent Management Act, the nearest law enforcement officer will be automatically contacted...]

A warning sound suddenly echoed in his mind, pulling Lynn's consciousness back from the abyss of oblivion. A glimmer of hope for survival arose in his heart.

[Warning... No signal... Warning... Not connected to the network... Please proceed to the nearest high ground as soon as possible, search for satellite signals, and promptly dial the Federal Emergency Call...]

Damn it!

Lynn cursed inwardly, finally remembering that he had transmigrated. He couldn't even be sure if he was in the same universe.

Damn it, I should have saved the money for the new ship back then and upgraded this piece of junk's intelligence... Where am I supposed to find a satellite signal now?

Even if he could, would he have federal police officers fly over in a spaceship to rescue him?

However, Lynn couldn't afford to regret it at this moment. The hand gripping his throat was tightening like a grim reaper's grasp, inch by inch.

[Warning... No signal, initiating emergency protocol, maximum survival probability analysis. Based on the user agreement, will automatically connect to the neural network...]

The prompt in his mind grew increasingly urgent, but Lynn could no longer hear it. At this moment, he felt as if his brain was exploding, his soul seemed to detach from his body, and he was examining this world in a peculiar state.

Lynn's scattered mental energy spread out like ripples, and his perception of the elements became increasingly clear...

"Brown hair, black eyes. It seems we found the right person." Seeing Andre easily subdue the target, Blainey loosened his hand on his sword hilt and then looked Lynn over.

"You're quite capable, little mouse. Hiding so well, perhaps we should cut off a hand and then a leg..." Andre said with a sinister grin.

He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he vaguely felt like he was having trouble breathing, and his anger kept rising.

If he hadn't remembered at the last moment that a living person was worth more than a dead one, Andre would have loved to kill Lynn on the spot.

Blainey, accustomed to his companion's cruel suggestions, merely offered a casual reminder. "Cutting off one hand is enough. Otherwise, you'll have to figure out how to carry him back yourself. Make sure to be quick, don't let him bleed to death halfway!"

Andre, his back to Blainey, had no time to respond. His face had turned purple, and the saber in his left hand heavily struck the ground. His previously erratic breathing became even more rapid. At this moment, he was like a fish out of water, gasping for air, his heart and lungs feeling like they would explode.

Ten years ago, when he was swallowed by a giant whirlpool in the Sea of Mists, Andre had experienced this suffocating, near-death feeling. Breathing was a luxury. If he hadn't been lucky enough, he might have already perished at the bottom of the sea.

But now he wasn't in the deep sea, and his earlier attack clearly hadn't cut his trachea...

Andre gasped for air, but the situation didn't improve; it only worsened. His gray eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

What kind of witchcraft is this? Andre immediately realized that the apprentice wizard in front of him was playing tricks, but the intense suffocating reaction made him miss the chance to retaliate. The grip on Lynn's neck weakened further.

At the same moment, Lynn, who had been lowering his head, suddenly moved. His tightly shut eyes snapped open. Simultaneously, the surrounding oxygen was instantly sucked away, and a short sword pierced Andre's throat from bottom to top!