Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega Chapter 96: He’s the same

Ray took by the hand and I allowed him to lead to the room I spent the night in. He shoved in, glaring daggers at as if my re existence pissed him off.

"How did you know who I am?" He asked, seeming eager to know more about .

"Why?" I folded my arms and tried to look intimidating. The beauty enhancent I got from Fan, not too long ago, might not help my case, but I’ve got a killer punch...

That’s true!

I never got a benefit after the task was completed! Fan brought to this place, and that was that!

He didn’t give —

"Are you listening to ?!" He scread, startling from my thoughts.

"What the hell is wrong with —"

I didn’t get to complete my words before he threw a punch my way. I dodged, kicking him in the process, and sending him halfway across the hall.

He fell with a thud and rose almost imdiately. His face was pulled up in a deadly stare as he closed the distance between us, pissed that I managed to throw a punch at him.

He raised his hand to hit , but I was ready, dodging as I kicked him once more. I took his right arm and twisted him before I kicked him once more on the stomach, and completed it with a punch to his face.

He grunted from pain, and for the first ti, his eyes held nothing but fear in them. "Who the hell are you?" He cradled his cheeks and glared at as if he were expecting to whip out an axe from my trousers and brandish it at him.

I folded my arms, "I’m Brys."

Well, that’s the na I have always gone by since I arrived in this comic or wherever the hell I am.

"I know damned well who the hell you are!" He growled, only to wince when the split on his lips got reopened.

"What else do you wish to know about that you don’t already know? You might be different now, Ray, but I bet you still have the consciousness of who you were. I’m Brys, your best friend, and —"

"Best friend?" He scoffed, looking amused. "The only best friend I have is Storm if he ever cares for as one." He took a step towards , "whoever you are, Brys. I will find out about you, and when I do, I will have you hanged on the gallows." He turned to leave, seemingly through with his threatening.

"Wait! Are you leaving like that? Aren’t you afraid of what I might do to your prince? For all you know, I might be an assassin, sent to wipe him out."

I was eager to have him stay, so we can talk.

He might not be the sa as my Ray, but that doesn’t an I won’t treat him as that. Okay, I know I wouldn’t have fought with the Ray of Dark Moon, but this one left with no choice.

I had to fight, to show him that I’m not a pushover.

He turned with a smirk, "do you think you can defeat the prince? You’ve got sothing coming your way, Oga. He’s a demon, and I don’t an that as a title. That’s who he is." He turned and left the room, banging it behind him.

I heard the rattle of keys later, to signify that he had locked the door. Instead of being scared about that, I walked to the window and leaned on it.

A sigh left my mouth at the thoughts of the Storm I left behind. If only he was here with , I will love it. Just two days away from him, made crave his warm hug more than ever.

"Your cute little system is here!" Fan announced, but I didn’t turn. I kept my entire focus on the window and my thoughts on my Storm.

I sighed once more, feeling hosick — not for Earth, though. I will give anything if it ans I get to et my Storm.

"What’s wrong? Still thinking of your Storm when he’s here with you?" He scoffed.

"Here with ?" I turned to face him, shocked by his words. "What do you an by he’s here with ?"

Last I checked, the Storm of this world is a douche who needs more than a knock on the head.

"As you might have noticed, almost all the people in the forr world are here." He smiled when he noticed that I was now looking at him. "Your Storm is in the present one. Each world you leave doesn’t pause like I told you, it disintegrates."

"What? With the entire people in there?!" I gaped at him like a fool.

"Hmm." He nodded, "they disintegrate into the next world. Your Storm is in the current one, and that’s your task — to help him grow out of his resentnts."

"But my Storm isn’t that heartless!"

How can he call them the sa when the present Storm murdered an innocent guard, for relaying a ssage from the king to him?

He sighed, "he’s still the one, Brys. As I warned you earlier, each world might get darker depending on the personality Storm sealed in them. In this world, he locked the part of his soul that’s tornted."

"And you think I can help him out? Hell, he’s not like the first Storm, who’s playful but arrogant! This one is a goddamned psycho! He kills for a damned living!"

Though I have only witnessed him do that once, there is no denying that this wasn’t the first ti he has done it. The expression on his face and that of Ray when he did it, showed it was a daily occurrence.

"But he’s your Storm. You need to help him, or else he will die, and your children will go with him. It will be as if he never existed," Fan sighed. "Will you wish for that, Brys? For your Storm to be no more?"