Flesh and Blood Modification

"Could it really be a Demon..." Rugg fell into a panic. The deity he prayed to hadn't come, but instead, a demon had been summoned from hell! Was it here to take his soul?

"Is that the corpse of a 'False God'? It was killed by a demon?" Someone couldn't believe what they were seeing.

The scene before him greatly shocked Tryndamere, but he still maintained his composure.

Even he wouldn't fare well against this beast, which was why he had wisely led his tribesmen to escape without attempting to fight.

The mysterious person who could kill a 'False God' was definitely not someone they could contend with.

"What 'False God'?" Ato pointed at the large wild boar behind him. "Are you talking about it? It's just a slightly larger animal. Since you've already started a fire, and you want food, I can give it to you."

"In fact, it was this beast that destroyed our clan," Tryndamere said, steeling himself. "Who are you? You're willing to give us food? What do you want?"

"Of course, I have conditions," Ato changed the subject. "Specifically for you, Tryndamere. As long as you make a deal with me, this beast will be yours."

"I agree," Tryndamere said without hesitation, not even noticing that Ato knew his name.

"Aren't you going to ask me the terms of the deal? What if I wanted your soul?"

"I can do it." Tryndamere's expression remained unchanged. All he cared about now was the survival of his remaining tribesmen, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

"I..." Ato was speechless. "Fine, your soul isn't useful to me. The real condition, I'll only tell you alone."

Rugg and the others watched as Tryndamere and the mysterious man walked out of sight, remaining silent and not saying a word to stop them.

As long as Tryndamere agreed to the demon's terms, that beast would belong to them! It was enough to feed them for half a year!

Everyone's eyes were green with desire, but no one dared to step forward and cut off even a piece of meat.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Tryndamere followed Ato behind the boar's body, awaiting his destiny.

"I need to find Ornn to forge me a sword sheath," Ato said, looking at Tryndamere's death-defying expression.

"As expected, this is an era that judges by looks! Old man, how many people have you caused to misunderstand me!"

"What? A sword sheath! That's definitely a... good idea," Aatrox muttered softly.

"I thought you would strongly object."

"The Celestial Body is gone, just a sword sheath. There's no place for me in this world anymore. Perhaps staying in a sword sheath will allow me to recall the feeling of being under Setheka's command, to find my sense of belonging."

Has his thoughts become like a sword after transforming into one? Ato thought to himself.

The giant sword speaking human words made Tryndamere want to retort, but he quickly suppressed the urge.

Rugg's prayer to the gods earlier seemed to have failed, and instead, a demon-like man appeared.

If he could exchange his life for food for his tribe, then his soul would find peace under the protection of the Three Gods.

"Take one of my attacks with your body. After you've healed tomorrow, take this meat and head west to find the Avalosan tribe and join them. That's the deal. Can you do it?"

Ato felt that if he didn't speak again, Tryndamere's all-muscle brain would never figure it out.

"What?" Tryndamere cupped his ear. "Take your attack... heal tomorrow..."

"Your body needs to be reshaped," Ato explained. "This is the only way."

"I will infuse your body with Flesh Magic. It will remain within you, reshaping your body over time."

"Tomorrow morning, you and your tribesmen will head west to find the Avalosan tribe. They are camped not far to the west."

"Why me?"

"Yeah, why indeed?" Ato gave a meaningful smile.

"In any case, these are my conditions. If you accept, you and your tribesmen will get this meat."

"Besides, the harshest winter is coming, and the Avalosans need food too. Consider this meat your dowry for marrying into the Avalosans."

"What's marrying in, dowry..."

Tryndamere regretted not studying more words with the tribal shaman when he was young. He only understood "take the attack" and "find the Avalosans."

But regarding this condition, he felt it was much better than death. Who would face death if they could live?

"I'm ready. Come on." Tryndamere spread his arms wide, shedding his fur top. His body formed a 'T' shape, ready to receive Ato's attack.

"...You possess a noble spirit."

Ato stepped back two paces, drew the Demonic Sword of the Dark, controlled his strength, and simultaneously channeled the sword's ability to control Flesh Magic. He then slashed diagonally at Tryndamere's body.

"Ugh, ah..."

Tryndamere gritted his teeth, his face contorted in pain.

A shocking wound appeared on his body, stretching from his left shoulder to his upper right leg. Blood gushed out, deep enough to expose bone. Yet, upon closer inspection, a red light could be seen entering the wound.

Tryndamere fell to his knees, gasping for breath. The massive blood loss left him pale, and the intense pain teetered him between consciousness and unconsciousness, but he endured it.

"A warrior worthy of respect," Aatrox marveled. "When the blade cut his skin, I felt it. This is a vessel worthy of the task."

"If I devour his flesh, I can recover at least half my strength. Then, when I encounter those Angel Sisters again, they'd best be careful. I'll make them taste the agony of noble angels falling to the earth."

"Only the elder sister will taste it. The younger one is already on the ground..." Ato muttered softly.

"But I don't need to agonize over whether to kill his tribesmen. It looks like they're cornered. Indeed, if you can't figure out a difficult problem, don't think about it for now. Everything will resolve itself then."

Tryndamere, enduring immense pain nearby, naturally didn't hear their deliberately lowered voices.

Within minutes, Tryndamere's wounds had stopped bleeding, and he was able to stand up, leaning on the wild boar.

Ato walked forward and gently patted his shoulder. "This is what you deserve, but remember your mission tomorrow."

At the other end, the survivors who had been waiting somewhat anxiously finally saw the two figures reappear.

The first thing they saw was Tryndamere, covered in bloodstains and with a new, ghastly wound. A brief commotion arose, but at least Tryndamere was alive.

Ato, with a smile he considered friendly, said, "I have obtained what I wanted. This wild boar is now yours. Is anyone willing to come and skin it?"