Chapter 1: Satan's all
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"Huuk!"
Klautz opened his eyes. In the darkness of the night, one might not be able to see much but such rules never applied to him. He ducked his head to take a glance at his body.
His whole body was covered with cold sweat.
As he wiped his sweat, he took a deep breath.
Whoo! Whoo!
He slightly frowned as he felt something strange.
'How am I able to breathe?'
He remembered dying after wiping out the ninjas of the Kishiokagure village.
He was also aware that his heart stopped when he took his life. Well not that there was any hope for him to live anyway.
He had gone against his whole clan wiping out its existence from the face of the planet. But that had taken its sacrifice, he had to sacrifice his life that is. He was the greatest ninja of his clan always was and always will be. But that doesn't mean he can come out unscathed facing an army of ninjas.
In the battle, he had come out victorious however his vitality was fleeting with time. To make his end less painful he stabbed his very heart.
'Am I… alive?' he doubted his existence and laws of the world.
'But what is this vividness I am feeling right now?'
Even doctors who have reached heavenly levels wouldn't have been able to heal him. How he is alive is a complete mystery.
It was definite that he was going to die.
But he didn't.
The heart he thought had stopped was thumping harder than ever.
However, his senses of smell, hearing, touch, taste, and sight were sluggish. It felt like the meticulous training that he had gone through days and nights to heighten his senses had gone reset. All the sweat and blood he had shed were reverted somehow. He felt incredibly weak.
These weren't the only weird points.
He turned his head.
There were almost 50 people around him.
"Wh-where is this?"
"I was working at my company?"
"Mommy, mommy!"
"Oh my God! I am finally reincarnated. Thank you Truck-Kun!"
There were many different types of people, ranging from children to the elderly.
Klautz had seen this before.
It was a vague, faded memory, but this was the scene he saw fifty years ago when he was first summoned into the Hellfeim.
He also remembered the hell that happened afterward.
'I don't have any calluses,' he thought as he examined his body. He brought his palms closer to his face and formed them into a fist after checking them out. Then he ran his fingers on his body where he certainly had deep scars before dying. These were the scars he had accumulated from years of battle and training. However, to his surprise, none of them were there. His body was as smooth as it could be defying his common sense. Although this could be explained if he believed that his consciousness has indeed traveled back in time.
The rough calluses that were formed from using weapons for fifty years were nowhere to be seen. The scars and wounds that were riddled throughout his body were gone as well.
'Everything is refreshed.'
The past events he had endured were gone like they never happened. Klautz had gone through hell in this world. So much so that his moral compass and common sense had been completely shifted. He had experienced so many things that he believed that even those events that people pass off as fantasies could occur in hellfeim. However, this event had caused even Klautz to raise his bows.
'Did I return?'
It was hard to believe.
Time-traveling.
'But if this truly is the past, then I might know where this is.'
'The Beginner safepoint!' It had the appearance of piles of rumbles and walls with no roofs attached... it was nothing but ruins.
It was the place where people who are summoned arrive first. He has to survive here for a month to reach the next stage.
'I guess it'll come up soon.'
Klautz gazed in front of him.
Shortly, the expected phrase floated up.
[Choose your weapon]
"What?"
"It's telling us to choose weapons?"
"fuck! What's that supposed to mean!"
"Hey, hey finally some action in another world!"
"Do they take me for some hooligans that have to fight to gain riches?"
While everyone was confused, only Klautz moved out. What was going to follow he knew all too well. And he needed to be as vigilant as possible. If he was truly taken back in time then he cannot afford to make any mistakes like earlier. In his previous life, he had experienced hell being hopeless against the circumstances that came his way. He was ignorant and immature at that time. But now? He had gone through that hell for fifty years he ain't gonna let anyone stop him this time.
Of the hundred weapons strewn along the wall, he grasped a shining blue weapon.
Then a message appeared in front of him.
Name: Ninjato of Styx
Rank: E
Classification: flange-mounted
Endurance: 300
Effect: Strength +1
It had a straight blade with a square guard. I was roughly 60 cm in length and was a basic weapon in all respects.
It's the same as before. If there was a difference, it would be that he reacted and moved faster than others.
Another message soon popped up following the previous one.
[Satan loves the quick-witted. The ones who manage to be ahead of the flock. For it is only they who can bring upon agony to the masses.
Trivia: The first one to choose a weapon would be rewarded with a leather armor]
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Author's thoughts:
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And do drop some stones. Those stones are my salvation... my only motivation to continue writing, continue working.
And do drop some reviews to let me know if you would want me to continue with this work.
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"Huuk!"
Klautz opened his eyes. In the darkness of the night, one might not be able to see much but such rules never applied to him. He ducked his head to take a glance at his body.
His whole body was covered with cold sweat.
As he wiped his sweat, he took a deep breath.
Whoo! Whoo!
He slightly frowned as he felt something strange.
'How am I able to breathe?'
He remembered dying after wiping out the ninjas of the Kishiokagure village.
He was also aware that his heart stopped when he took his life. Well not that there was any hope for him to live anyway.
He had gone against his whole clan wiping out its existence from the face of the planet. But that had taken its sacrifice, he had to sacrifice his life that is. He was the greatest ninja of his clan always was and always will be. But that doesn't mean he can come out unscathed facing an army of ninjas.
In the battle, he had come out victorious however his vitality was fleeting with time. To make his end less painful he stabbed his very heart.
'Am I… alive?' he doubted his existence and laws of the world.
'But what is this vividness I am feeling right now?'
Even doctors who have reached heavenly levels wouldn't have been able to heal him. How he is alive is a complete mystery.
It was definite that he was going to die.
But he didn't.
The heart he thought had stopped was thumping harder than ever.
However, his senses of smell, hearing, touch, taste, and sight were sluggish. It felt like the meticulous training that he had gone through days and nights to heighten his senses had gone reset. All the sweat and blood he had shed were reverted somehow. He felt incredibly weak.
These weren't the only weird points.
He turned his head.
There were almost 50 people around him.
"Wh-where is this?"
"I was working at my company?"
"Mommy, mommy!"
"Oh my God! I am finally reincarnated. Thank you Truck-Kun!"
There were many different types of people, ranging from children to the elderly.
Klautz had seen this before.
It was a vague, faded memory, but this was the scene he saw fifty years ago when he was first summoned into the Hellfeim.
He also remembered the hell that happened afterward.
'I don't have any calluses,' he thought as he examined his body. He brought his palms closer to his face and formed them into a fist after checking them out. Then he ran his fingers on his body where he certainly had deep scars before dying. These were the scars he had accumulated from years of battle and training. However, to his surprise, none of them were there. His body was as smooth as it could be defying his common sense. Although this could be explained if he believed that his consciousness has indeed traveled back in time.
The rough calluses that were formed from using weapons for fifty years were nowhere to be seen. The scars and wounds that were riddled throughout his body were gone as well.
'Everything is refreshed.'
The past events he had endured were gone like they never happened. Klautz had gone through hell in this world. So much so that his moral compass and common sense had been completely shifted. He had experienced so many things that he believed that even those events that people pass off as fantasies could occur in hellfeim. However, this event had caused even Klautz to raise his bows.
'Did I return?'
It was hard to believe.
Time-traveling.
'But if this truly is the past, then I might know where this is.'
'The Beginner safepoint!' It had the appearance of piles of rumbles and walls with no roofs attached... it was nothing but ruins.
It was the place where people who are summoned arrive first. He has to survive here for a month to reach the next stage.
'I guess it'll come up soon.'
Klautz gazed in front of him.
Shortly, the expected phrase floated up.
[Choose your weapon]
"What?"
"It's telling us to choose weapons?"
"fuck! What's that supposed to mean!"
"Hey, hey finally some action in another world!"
"Do they take me for some hooligans that have to fight to gain riches?"
While everyone was confused, only Klautz moved out. What was going to follow he knew all too well. And he needed to be as vigilant as possible. If he was truly taken back in time then he cannot afford to make any mistakes like earlier. In his previous life, he had experienced hell being hopeless against the circumstances that came his way. He was ignorant and immature at that time. But now? He had gone through that hell for fifty years he ain't gonna let anyone stop him this time.
Of the hundred weapons strewn along the wall, he grasped a shining blue weapon.
Then a message appeared in front of him.
Name: Ninjato of Styx
Rank: E
Classification: flange-mounted
Endurance: 300
Effect: Strength +1
It had a straight blade with a square guard. I was roughly 60 cm in length and was a basic weapon in all respects.
It's the same as before. If there was a difference, it would be that he reacted and moved faster than others.
Another message soon popped up following the previous one.
[Satan loves the quick-witted. The ones who manage to be ahead of the flock. For it is only they who can bring upon agony to the masses.
Trivia: The first one to choose a weapon would be rewarded with a leather armor]
-----------
Author's thoughts:
Like my story? Add it to your library.
And do drop some stones. Those stones are my salvation... my only motivation to continue writing, continue working.
And do drop some reviews to let me know if you would want me to continue with this work.
"Huuk!"Klautz opened his eyes. In the darkness of the night, one might not be able to see much but such rules never applied to him. He ducked his head to take a glance at his body.His whole body was covered with cold sweat.As he wiped his sweat, he took a deep breath.Whoo! Whoo!He slightly frowned as he felt something strange.'How am I able to breathe?'He remembered dying after wiping out the ninjas of the Kishiokagure village.He was also aware that his heart stopped when he took his life. Well not that there was any hope for him to live anyway.He had gone against his whole clan wiping out its existence from the face of the planet. But that had taken its sacrifice, he had to sacrifice his life that is. He was the greatest ninja of his clan always was and always will be. But that doesn't mean he can come out unscathed facing an army of ninjas.In the battle, he had come out victorious however his vitality was fleeting with time. To make his end less painful he stabbed his very heart.'Am I alive?' he doubted his existence and laws of the world.'But what is this vividness I am feeling right now?'Even doctors who have reached heavenly levels wouldn't have been able to heal him. How he is alive is a complete mystery.It was definite that he was going to die.But he didn't.The heart he thought had stopped was thumping harder than ever.However, his senses of smell, hearing, touch, taste, and sight were sluggish. It felt like the meticulous training that he had gone through days and nights to heighten his senses had gone reset. All the sweat and blood he had shed were reverted somehow. He felt incredibly weak.These weren't the only weird points.He turned his head.There were almost 50 people around him."Wh-where is this?""I was working at my company?""Mommy, mommy!""Oh my God! I am finally reincarnated. Thank you Truck-Kun!"There were many different types of people, ranging from children to the elderly.Klautz had seen this before.It was a vague, faded memory, but this was the scene he saw fifty years ago when he was first summoned into the Hellfeim.He also remembered the hell that happened afterward.'I don't have any calluses,' he thought as he examined his body. He brought his palms closer to his face and formed them into a fist after checking them out. Then he ran his fingers on his body where he certainly had deep scars before dying. These were the scars he had accumulated from years of battle and training. However, to his surprise, none of them were there. His body was as smooth as it could be defying his common sense. Although this could be explained if he believed that his consciousness has indeed traveled back in time.The rough calluses that were formed from using weapons for fifty years were nowhere to be seen. The scars and wounds that were riddled throughout his body were gone as well.'Everything is refreshed.'The past events he had endured were gone like they never happened. Klautz had gone through hell in this world. So much so that his moral compass and common sense had been completely shifted. He had experienced so many things that he believed that even those events that people pass off as fantasies could occur in hellfeim. However, this event had caused even Klautz to raise his bows.'Did I return?'It was hard to believe.Time-traveling.'But if this truly is the past, then I might know where this is.''The Beginner safepoint!' It had the appearance of piles of rumbles and walls with no roofs attached... it was nothing but ruins.It was the place where people who are summoned arrive first. He has to survive here for a month to reach the next stage.'I guess it'll come up soon.'Klautz gazed in front of him.Shortly, the expected phrase floated up.Choose your weapon"What?""It's telling us to choose weapons?""fuck! What's that supposed to mean!""Hey, hey finally some action in another world!""Do they take me for some hooligans that have to fight to gain riches?"While everyone was confused, only Klautz moved out. What was going to follow he knew all too well. And he needed to be as vigilant as possible. If he was truly taken back in time then he cannot afford to make any mistakes like earlier. In his previous life, he had experienced hell being hopeless against the circumstances that came his way. He was ignorant and immature at that time. But now? He had gone through that hell for fifty years he ain't gonna let anyone stop him this time.Of the hundred weapons strewn along the wall, he grasped a shining blue weapon.Then a message appeared in front of him.Name: Ninjato of StyxRank: EClassification: flange-mountedEndurance: 300Effect: Strength +1It had a straight blade with a square guard. I was roughly 60 cm in length and was a basic weapon in all respects.It's the same as before. If there was a difference, it would be that he reacted and moved faster than others.Another message soon popped up following the previous one.Satan loves the quick-witted. The ones who manage to be ahead of the flock. For it is only they who can bring upon agony to the masses.Trivia: The first one to choose a weapon would be rewarded with a leather armor-----------Author's thoughts:Like my story? Add it to your library.And do drop some stones. Those stones are my salvation... my only motivation to continue writing, continue working.And do drop some reviews to let me know if you would want me to continue with this work.
