Fucking hell, it hurts!
That spineless bastard, that whimpering cunt, used my own mother to kill . That pig-shit-eating uncle of mine.
God, I wish I could wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until his eyes pop out. The rage burns hotter than the poison in my veins. If only I knew. Such a naive bastard I have been.
He had disappeared suddenly and appeared like this.
FUCKK!!
"You’re still so energetic," a female voice comnted, sounding amused.
Wait, what?! I froze.
Wait a minute—wasn’t I supposed to be dead? How the fuck am I hearing voices? How the fuck am I still able to think?
My red-tinted vision slowly transford, the totally red-coloured world lting away into a vast garden of lilies.
I found myself standing among those red lilies, the sa ones that had haunted my thoughts whenever I saw blood. The sa ones I used to get lost in.
Before stood a woman in a flowing scarlet gown, her jewellery and ornants all the sa deep red. Even her eyes glead like rubies. She stood at right feet tall; she was a hottie with wavy raven hair. Her hourglass figure made stare at her, especially at her big bosom.
"You’re quite an amusing kid," she said, studying with interest.
"Where am I? Who are you?" The questions tumbled out before I could stop them. I was growing impatient with what was happening to .
"I am a goddess, here to help you." Her smile held secrets. A what now?
The realisation hit like a slap.
So I really was dead, and this was so kind of goddess like those in the ani shows I used to watch secretly when Father wasn’t ho.
I sighed heavily, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all.
"What’s wrong?" she asked.
"Just... didn’t expect to die so soon." I laughed bitterly.
"Especially not like this."
"Well, you should have killed your uncle first," she said matter-of-factly.
I wasn’t surprised how she knew. Of course, she knows, goddess, yeah.
Thinking about my uncle, anger flared up again, but I pushed it down with another sigh.
What was the point? I was dead anyway.
"Don’t worry," she said, her voice taking on a playful tone. "I’m offering you a second chance at life."
"Why?"
"Because you deserve one?"
"No need," I replied flatly.
"Eh, what?" She seed genuinely surprised.
"I don’t need it. Just let wither away or whatever. Snap out of existence."
"You can return to your world if you take this second chance," she tempted.
I frowned. "I sll a ’but’ coming."
"All you have to do is beco strong and reach transcendence in this world."
"Still ’but’ is hanging."
"I will tell you when you reach the transcendence stage."
Now that... that got my attention. "Then help grow faster. You’re a goddess, right? You must have so powers to give."
"I will give you a system, like those gas in your world," she offered. "It will help you when needed."
"Alright." What did I have to lose? And I can live freely, unlike in my previous world.
"I will wait for you to grow stronger." Her form began to fade, and the red lilies around us started growing rapidly, their stems and petals reaching up like hungry fingers. They were pressing against , crushing from all sides.
As they engulfed , pulling under into their scarlet depths, I lost consciousness. The last thing I rember thinking was that at least I’d get another shot at revenge.
Then I opened my eyes to see a rough wooden ceiling and felt large hands holding .
A baby’s cry pierced the air—my cry.
Oh fuck. I’m a baby. A goddamn baby.
Well, uncle dearest, mother... looks like you’ll have to wait a while longer for my revenge.
But don’t worry – I’ve got nothing but ti now.
—
The man who held the boy was a seven-foot, burly man with a beard and long hair; he looked like a mountain barbarian. Yes, he was a mountain barbarian king.
There was a woman who was lying on the bed; she was the one who gave birth to the boy now.
She was covered in sweat, a result of the hard labour she had been through. The midwife was helping her clean the blood around the waist.
She was Sewi, the wife of the mountain king, Ser’gu.
Ser’gu said, holding the boy, "You will be Jorghan."
Great, what a fucking na! The boy thought.
He took the boy outside the house; it was wooden and had leaves.
As he stepped out, he could see the people standing outside, waiting for him. He raised the boy and said, "Jorghan! Your new king is born!" His voice bood across the gathering, like a rumble.
ARRHH!!!!!
The crowd erupted in cheers and war cries, weapons raised to the sky.
Well, wasn’t this just perfect? I went from being a mafia boss to being the son of a barbarian king.
[System initializing...]
[The host is being recognised.]
[Host: Jorghan]
A female lodic voice rang inside the boy’s head.
’’Ah, the system. But what the fuck can I do with these tiny legs?’
[The Soul of Otherworld]
[Mana devouring attribute unlocked]
[A special attribute that allows the host to absorb the ambient mana from all the life present in this world.]
[A blessing from the goddess]
Hearing the explanation, the boy thought, ’One hell of a cheat, goddess. I could kiss her right now!’
[Warning: The attribute is currently sealed due to an immature physical vessel. Will unlock gradually as the body develops.]
The boy was oblivious to the cheers and roars of those mountain people. There were about a thousand of them gathered around their king’s house.
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