Chapter 2: Great Hero’s
With a loud *clang* the sword was deflected.
"Who-" *POW* the fiend was interrupted with a punch that snapped his jaw into two pieces.
He reeled back when a strange man positioned his blade in the middle of his forehead before piercing through it. He died before he could even grasp the situation.
"filthy devils all of you" the stranger said with obvious amounts of disgust in his tone as well as anger. he left the man whose jaw was now mush to die slowly as he sheathed his short sword.
rushing to the aid of the dying man he takes out a healing flask and dumps it onto his torso and leg. ’Don’t you die on ’ he said ntally. The liquid envelops his body he visibly begins healing, though at this point he was already unconscious and didn’t have to feel the pain of his body knitting itself back together. "what could you possibly be dreaming about?" he questioned, eyebrows raised seeing the look of contentnt or maybe acceptance written on the man’s face.
the person in question was chase withers, a man with dark brown skin and dreadlocks down to his shoulders, he was average looking wearing a mix between a robe and leather armor, he was a transmigrator who had been here for a few weeks.
Unfortunately he took the body of soone with no familial ties who was working at a local church when the church’s military branch stord in for a draft. Thinking about how they treated innocents for the war effort, his eyes carried a glimr of anger before he shook it off. ’focus you idiot’ picking the injured man up and throwing him over his shoulder, he then began running out of the hot zone to get to safety.
While running chase seed like was dashing at high speeds. while almost at a safe zone as he could see were a bunch of white tents he saw a few people fly overhead, looking free as birds of you ignored the various injuries. It left him with a bad taste in his mouth. he had learned that this world has many ways of learning "magic " but he had no way of accessing it the way humans here did.
One of the tests that the holy church do before they draft you is to test your capacity for mana. ’Maybe if I die here I can get a reincarnation reroll. I didn’t get brought into a fantasy world just to get flexed on by half of the people I’m fighting beside’ thinking about it just made chase more annoyed.
he figured out that apparently his mana core had been shattered since birth and his mana pathways have been rearranged according to experts from the church who did an appraisal on him. Having that done to you while already of age would have killed him apparently.
even if he didn’t have a shattered core his mangled mana paths just an any amount of mana could ss up parts of his insides and blow them up. ’I will have a word with whoever thinks this is funny’ he said, looking to the sky for whatever higher power had placed him in this predicant.he had to hold back tears as he reached the base.
thankfully what he lacked in mana, he kinda made up for in physical strength compared to your average person with the ability to use mana. he was a physical dynamo and was stronger, faster and more durable than most. as he got closer to the large group of tents, he saw a very organized and fluid structure in terms of what people were doing.
Between the vast assortnt of tents used to house the soldiers here, there was a dirt path paved through them, sotis caravans would co through delivering fresh "recruits
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