Reversal

Viri's right eye gleamed fiercely, while his left continuously leaked threads of red-and-white fluid.

Perhaps because he had been enraged, his violent roars made everyone's eardrums ache.

The warriors of the Beastmen of Behemoth were much like the Barbarians of the Wasteland. Most of them had never studied Martial Skills and simply relied on their sturdy, hard-wearing bodies to make their way in the world.

Viri's fighting style was brutally simple. He charged at Allen in a rage, like an upright walking bear, spreading his arms to seize Allen and crush him to death in a bear hug.

Allen, just over six feet tall, ducked slightly and dodged. Refusing to believe it, he landed another uppercut squarely in the bear man's groin. He truly had no other options. His opponent was simply too strong and covered in iron armor. He couldn't keep stomping on the man's toes forever.

Apart from his groin and head, the bear man's feet were the only parts of his body not protected by iron armor.

Whether Viri's crotch had long since gone numb or he simply did not care, he raised his knee and smashed it into Allen's face.

Allen fell backward, two thin streams of blood spurting from his nose as stars burst before his eyes.

Viri raised his foot to stomp on Allen, but Sakre rushed over and slashed at him with both swords.

Though he appeared clumsy, Viri was actually an experienced fighter. He lifted his shoulder, and the thick iron armor shielded his neck. A clang of metal rang out, and Sakre's attempt to look cool failed once again as his two lousy iron swords shattered and flew apart.

Sakre hauled the still-dazed Allen to his feet and blocked Viri's punch, but his own body was sent flying backward.

"This guy is incredibly strong." After steadying himself, Sakre charged again. Unfortunately, the Wolf Cavalry behind Viri began a short charge. Countless scimitars slashed toward him, while many Wolf Cavalry farther away threw out large nets.

The Behemoth Wolf Cavalry were famous throughout the Saint Cassis Continent. Aside from their peerless blade skills, they were also known for their signature technique: net casting.

Sakre struggled to fend them off. Seeing Viri's massive hand clamp around Allen's throat, he grew anxious but could do nothing.

Allen, lifted into the air by his throat, wrapped both legs tightly around Viri's thick arm. Unfortunately, the bear man's muscles were like steel. He remained utterly unaffected, as steady as a rock.

A twenty-three-foot dragon lance shot toward Viri's face like a falling meteor.

Prepared in advance, Viri moved with speed completely at odds with his size. He grabbed a Wolf Cavalry soldier beside him and instantly used him as a shield.

The tip of the twenty-three-foot dragon lance was blunt, and the Wolf Cavalry soldier's bones were hard. After piercing through him, the lance fell just short of striking Viri in the face.

Viri flung away the Wolf Cavalry soldier's corpse. With his left hand still gripping Allen's neck, he pointed at Dina in the distance with his right. In a hoarse voice like grinding metal, he spoke in stiff Continental Common, "You come with us. We let everyone else go."

Wood turned pale in shock and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Dina.

Dina did not hesitate at all. She kicked the slight Wood aside, hurled the Siege Crossbow from her shoulder at several Faith Guardian Knights, and only ran out after knocking them sprawling.

Seeing Dina run out through the east gate, pass Old Zak and the other Barbarian Warriors, and come within a few dozen yards of him, Viri took a scimitar from a Wolf Cavalry soldier beside him. With a savage grin, he said, "I lied."

The sharp scimitar plunged into Allen's abdomen. Viri said softly, "You are the first human to wound me."

When he pulled out the scimitar, black blood flowed from Allen's abdomen, shimmering with golden light.

"Second Young Master!" Dina cried out in anguish and charged forward like a rampaging bull. Unfortunately, more and more Wolf Cavalry fearlessly blocked her path.

Viri aimed the gleaming scimitar at Allen's heart. His blood-red single eye stared unblinking at Allen's face, as if he wanted to memorize his expression of pain before death.

Allen did not notice the black blood flowing from his abdomen. He could not even feel the pain from the wound.

For the first time, he began to regret not training diligently in Martial Skills after transmigrating.

Allen suddenly began to hate the original owner of this body. He hated him for possessing Mental Power yet being unable to cast even a single spell, for wasting his time without cultivating the slightest trace of Battle Aura, and for bringing kindhearted Dina to this damned Outpost County.

Thinking of this, Allen weakly muttered, "Great Supreme God, I swear that if I can stop Dina from facing another miserable fate, I will worship you devoutly from this day forward. I will bear your divine name. Even if I must walk into boundless hell, I will never regret it for the rest of my life."

Lowering his head to look at the sharp scimitar before his chest, Allen suddenly discovered that time seemed to have stopped.

An eerie silence filled the battlefield. There were no sounds of slaughter, no severed limbs flying everywhere. Even the savage, powerful bear man before him seemed frozen in place.

The bear man's face, which had originally looked so terrifying, became indescribably comical once it was frozen.

Allen realized that his own body could not move either. The black blood that had stopped flowing from his abdomen slowly turned golden.

The blood gathered in midair, and even the birds in the sky hung motionless. The only things still changing were Sakre's golden Battle Aura, flickering bright and dim as if breathing; Wood, holding a black codex high, with a holy cross on his chest glittering; and the tear at the corner of Dina's eye, still resting against her lips.

A short figure shrouded in black mist walked down a path littered with Wolf Cavalry corpses and arrived before Allen.

Allen could not see the figure's face. He could not even tell whether it was male or female.

"Outsider, are you willing to become the earthly agent of Chaos God Chaos?" A voice like a great bell resounded from all directions.

"Outsider, are you willing to offer your unique soul and dedicate it to the endless darkness?"

Allen discovered that he could move his lips. Rather inappropriately, he asked, "What the hell?"

"Very well!" The bell-like voice rang out again. "Then accept my curse, and walk into darkness in my name."

After the voice faded, Allen suddenly saw his arms becoming transparent. Beneath his skin, crimson blood emitted a piercing ghostly glow, while incomprehensible runes flowed through his body.

When all the runes gathered around his heart, a golden divine dragon tattoo suddenly appeared on his chest, as though it had always been there.

The sounds of battle rang out beside him again. The tear at Dina's lips fell to the ground, and the birds in the sky ignored the brutal battle below as they continued flying into the distance.

The scimitar in Viri's hand slowly pierced Allen's skin.

"Fuck you!" Allen clasped his fists together and smashed them viciously onto the arm Viri was using to choke him.

The thick arm bent backward at an utterly unnatural angle, and a grayish-white broken bone burst through the flesh.

Viri clutched his broken arm and stared in bewilderment at Allen, who was equally at a loss.

Allen spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. His mind replayed everything that had happened in the past few seconds. It all felt like a dream, yet he could sense that he had changed completely, inside and out. He just could not say exactly how.

Looking at his hands, which appeared no different from before, Allen stopped trying to figure out what had just happened. He was a man of action. Since he could not understand it, he would test it and find out.

Allen felt as if a violent energy filled his entire body. If he did not vent it, it seemed like it would backlash against him.

Allen was not the only man of action. Viri was hot-tempered as well, raising his clawed hand and slapping it down.

Though he could not understand why the human before him had broken free from his grip, humans were all cunning. Perhaps this human had deliberately let himself be stabbed. That was what the not-so-bright bear man thought.

Facing a giant claw the size of a washbasin, Allen sidestepped. He grabbed the huge claw after it missed, twisted his waist and hips, and threw Viri over his shoulder.

Having inherited the memories, Allen could be said to have learned more than half the Martial Skills on the continent. Unfortunately, without Battle Aura, he still instinctively used the close-combat techniques from his previous life.

Even among the Bear Clan of Bell, Viri was considered enormous. His nearly one-ton body, together with more than four hundred pounds of iron armor, was thrown to the ground by Allen like a rag doll.

The enormous crash of Viri hitting the ground drew everyone's attention.

"This guy is incredibly strong." Wood, inside the north gate, suddenly felt a little afraid. He recalled that when Allen had first arrived in Outpost County and moved into the Old Castle, Wood had often gone over to take petty advantages in the name of the Supreme God.

Even Sakre, trapped in a bitter fight, was drawn over. Having activated his Battle Aura, his five senses were sharper than usual. When he looked over, he clearly saw a creature resembling both a flood dragon and a python flickering around Allen's shoulders, constantly dancing.

Allen still gripped Viri's wrist behind his back. He grinned viciously at the densely packed Wolf Cavalry behind him. With a crack, the disoriented Viri wailed miserably, touching his mangled hand again and again with his broken arm.

Viri, who had been incomparably fierce and brave in Behemoth territory, had ventured into human lands for the first time only to lose one eye, part of one forearm, and one hand.

The brute strength he had been so proud of was actually inferior to that of a scrawny human.

In the bear man's eyes, anyone shorter than six and a half feet was scrawny, while Barbarians taller than six and a half feet were half-cripples caused by malnutrition.

Viri suspected that an Ollephen Orc Warrior was hidden inside the small body of the man who had stepped on his head.

Allen could not give him a reasonable explanation. In full view of all the Wolf Cavalry, he knelt on one knee and gently wrapped both hands around Viri's neck as though embracing a lover.

Crack. The familiar sound rang out again, and the light gradually faded from Viri's remaining eye.

Allen gave the densely packed Wolf Cavalry in the distance a strange smile, then turned toward the north gate and shouted, "Old Laixi!"

The Old Butler sprinted over with agility utterly unfitting for his age. He lightly touched Allen's forehead, then screamed and ran away as if fleeing a plague.

Sakre looked at Allen in confusion. He felt that this scene looked strangely familiar, and alarm bells began blaring in his head.

Only Dina, who knew her Second Young Master's temperament well, turned around and ran back toward the east gate without saying a word.

The magical elements in the air began to grow restless. In the next instant, a deafening explosion echoed throughout Outpost County.

At the market, a blacksmith looked toward the flames soaring into the northern sky, rubbed his bald head, and grinned foolishly.

"Was that Domain Power just now?" The bald, burly man actually smashed his bare hand down onto the red-hot steel.