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◈ Damned Transmigration ◈

Chapter 118: Fist Wolf 2

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Before dawn, Lorelia meditated in Sharp Sword Valley to compose herself.

From the day she alone survived the massacre of the Wi Family, from the day her former senior brother declared he would become the Heavenly Demon, the flames of hell had burned within Lorelia's heart.

The Heavenly Demon Cult's Burning Flame Suppression Lock suppressed heartfire. Lorelia, however, had never wanted to suppress hers. She wanted to burn herself in those raging flames, feed ten thousand demons into them as kindling, and become a living hell.

After being defeated by the Heavenly Demon and taken in by the Sect of Order, she learned to control the flames. It would be meaningless if she burned herself to ashes before she could burn what she wanted to burn.

Meditation and prayer were how she controlled the flames. Through her faith, Lorelia gained not only the flames of hell, but also a heart as clear and still as a mirror-like lake. To her, flames were something she could calm whenever she wished.

But.

Even a clear mirror would shatter if struck by a stone, and even still water would ripple. That was not the mirror or water's fault. It was the fault of the bastard who threw the stone.

Lorelia was in exactly that state now. She had returned to the Righteous Sword Pavilion in high spirits, calmly considering today's instruction, only to find...

A bear-built, ugly-faced bastard she did not recognize was punching Yuri hard enough to send him flying with a fist as huge and stupid as a pot lid.

"Who the hell are you, you bastard?!"

It never occurred to Lorelia that the man might be Fist Wolf. What mattered to her was that some stranger had the nerve to beat Yuri senseless.

Boom!

Lorelia landed in the center of the training ground, spun, and clenched her fist.

The world was cruel.

Order slept while chaos thrived. Threats lurked everywhere, and the weak had no choice but to die. If, if Yuri died somewhere in this world...

Lorelia would shed tears of grief, yet still think that he had died because he was weak, that it was unavoidable.

But not here. Before anything else, this was a place where Lorelia was present.

Violence outside Lorelia's sight was one thing. Violence that struck Yuri within her sight could never be tolerated.

It was a challenge to Lorelia, the Sect of Order's embodiment of violence.

So Lorelia did not hide her anger. Who was he? She did not know. Was he perhaps an enemy of the Sect of Order? There were plenty of dog bastards in this world who wanted to hold the Sect of Order responsible for the Evil God's atrocities.

'Has one of those dog bastards come looking for this Lorelia?!'

That dog bastard had some nerve. He did not answer her shout, but Lorelia had already reached her conclusion.

"Divine punishment!"

That dog bastard had committed two sins. First, he had threatened Yuri within Lorelia's reach. In other words, he had challenged Lorelia through violence.

Second, he had threatened the Sect of Order. Lorelia had already decided that the bear-like man was a pursuer of the Sect of Order, so she did not hesitate to add blasphemy to his crimes.

"Execution!"

A fist burning blood-red rushed toward Bakerd. It was violence so real that even Bakerd, who had brushed with death several times while sparring with masters far above him, vividly imagined death.

'I, I'm going to die.'

Was this how a frog felt before a snake? Wild, ominous killing intent manifested as Intent and bound his entire body. If he did not break free of it first, he would not even be able to react before being beaten to death!

Bakerd gritted his teeth and raised his inner power and Intent.

Crack, crack!

He forcibly tore himself free from the net of sinister killing intent binding his body.

Boom!

He barely managed to evade the fist, but although it had not even grazed him, his legs buckled as if half his body had been erased.

"You escaped this Lorelia's Wicked Killing Net?"

Lorelia's lips twisted. Crackle... Intent joined the force aura spreading in a deep red glow.

"It is for the best! I had no intention of letting you die peacefully!"

Undulating red spilled downward and began to cover the ground. Gongsun Myeong, who had been blinking because he still did not understand the situation, turned pale.

Intent was manifesting as martial power beyond human common sense and understanding. That blood-red ground was the sign of the Conceptual Apotheosis that had half-killed the Battle Saint and destroyed half of the Sect of War's Grand Temple decades ago.

"Slaughtering Hellscape...?! C-calm down! Are you planning to kill all the disciples of our sect?!"

"Only those who deserve to die will die!"

"He is not an enemy..."

"Be quiet, Gongsun Myeong!"

Vicious killing intent sealed Gongsun Myeong's mouth. The red light covering the ground crept upward, and before long, it was dyeing even the sky red.

Estor panicked and slung Yuri over his back. Lorelia did not look like she would listen to anyone right now, so they needed to escape with Yuri first.

In that sense, Haryeong made the right call. Rather than flee with Estor, she immediately slapped Yuri across the face.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Ugh..."

Three slaps landed in an instant, bringing Yuri back to his senses. He blinked at Haryeong, but before he could ask anything, he looked in the direction she pointed.

"W-what are you doing?"

Lorelia stood in the middle of a blood-red world that did not belong with the surroundings. Beyond her, Bakerd wore a tense expression as he desperately drew out his Intent.

"Please stay back, Yuri. If you get caught up in this, pain will be the least of your problems!"

"Stop, stop! Why are you doing this...?"

"This dog bastard tried to kill Yuri! So this Lorelia has to kill him too!"

"It's a misunderstanding!"

Yuri struggled down from Estor's back.

"That is Fist Wolf Bakerd!"

"What?"

Lorelia turned to Yuri in surprise.

"Who did you say he was?"

"Fist Wolf Bakerd!"

"You said you were going to meet him in Dunjung!"

"He came here himself to see me!"

"Then why did he just try to kill you?"

"He did not try to kill me! We were just sparring because it had been a while since we last saw each other!"

"You sparred with the intent to kill because it had been a while? Does that insane nonsense make any sense?"

Was she really one to say that? Gongsun Myeong was watching, so Yuri could not bring himself to argue. As Yuri stared at her in bewilderment, Lorelia blinked several times. She looked back and forth between Yuri and Bakerd.

"Ahem."

The blood-red world vanished as cleanly as if it had been washed away. Lorelia cleared her throat, straightened her posture, and placed both hands over her lower abdomen.

"There has been a great misunderstanding, Fist Wolf. It is a pleasure to meet you! I am Lorelia, a priestess who serves the Goddess of Order."

How could she put on the demeanor of a priestess now, when she had sincerely tried to kill him just seconds ago? Gongsun Myeong wiped the cold sweat running down his forehead.

If Slaughtering Hellscape had truly unfolded, Fist Wolf would have certainly died. At the seventh tier, there was no way to resist that Conceptual Apotheosis.

"..."

Bakerd had felt that clearly as well. Slaughtering Hellscape had not unfolded, but the ominous killing intent pressing down on him had been so overwhelming that he could not even think of clearing up the misunderstanding.

Even now, the aftereffects made it difficult for him to move his mouth. Only after taking several deep breaths did Bakerd finally bow his head.

"I am Fist Wolf Bakerd."

"It was a situation that could not help but cause a misunderstanding! Is that not right?"

"Um... I suppose it was."

"It was your fault, Fist Wolf!"

"...?"

"I forgive you!"

What kind of conversation was this? Bakerd nodded in a daze.

"T-thank you."

It seemed like the right thing to say.

* * *

Bakerd had said he would hit him fairly hard, and it had truly hurt. Yuri's fist had snapped before it could collide with Bakerd's, and the bones in his torso were not in good shape either.

"Was that not a little excessive?"

"A martial artist's body shows its true worth as their tier rises. Most injuries heal quickly without special treatment, and if you take medicine properly, you will recover within three or four days."

Yuri had heard that before. When Bakerd lost to Moonlit Reveller, his injuries had been worse than Yuri's were now.

"And you are not even receiving ordinary medicine. You are drinking holy water. So stop whining."

Bakerd looked at Yuri with obvious dissatisfaction. He had added the offense of holding back the truth and struck Yuri hard once, but Yuri's wounds had healed in an instant before he even had time to feel the pain.

"Tch, I cannot even hit you one more time..."

"If you truly want to hit me, I will gladly take it."

"Forget it. If I hit you here, the Calamity Star might really kill me."

"Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, that will not happen."

Bakerd could not help looking uneasy as he recalled the Calamity Star proudly saying that it was Bakerd's fault because the situation could not help but cause a misunderstanding.

"Anyway, I feel better after hitting you once."

"In Rutlan..."

"Forget it. You do not need to say more. It is only natural for a Transmigrator to hide who they are, especially when you were so weak back then that you could barely protect yourself."

"Thank you for understanding."

Yuri answered with a bitter smile.

"That fist art you showed at the end. Did you create it based on the insight you gained back then?"

"It is called Raging Current-Shattering Fist. I had considerable confidence in it, but after experiencing the Calamity Star's martial prowess, I can see how vast the world is. The Calamity Star threw only one fist at me, yet even if I gave it everything I had, I am not confident I could withstand that single fist."

Despite what he said, Bakerd's face was filled with anticipation. He had already arranged to spar with Lorelia shortly.

"If I make it out with my body intact, I plan to leave tomorrow."

"Is there a reason you are leaving in such a hurry?"

"I came because you wanted to see me, and you have already heard why I needed to see you. And..."

Bakerd fell silent for a moment.

He had not told Yuri the details about the target of his revenge because he did not want to share his burden with Yuri. That was why he had been forced to abandon the thought of taking Yuri with him two years ago.

But Yuri knew the circumstances now. Even without Bakerd drawing him in, Yuri was already connected to the Evil God's agents. Bakerd did not want to draw another line between them.

"I was abandoned by my family."

The story he had not shared back then finally came out.

"My family told me not to wield a sword and not to use the Raspion name. The world may not have known I was Raspion's illegitimate son, but the culprits must have known from the start."

In the game, one had to kill Bakerd, a Sairan guard, to obtain the key needed to enter the Raspion Family's hidden field. But reality was different.

"To the culprits, I was not even worth killing."

"..."

"I never had any particular affection for the family. I knew we were blood relatives, but they were never my family. Still, as I collected the bodies, my chest felt tight and my head spun. That was why I first decided to take revenge."

A faint smile spread across Bakerd's lips.

"After wandering for more than twenty years, that revenge, which I had sworn without any great sense of duty, became my entire life. But the frustration did not go away. No matter how much I wandered, I could not get any closer to revenge."

"What about now...?"

"I am getting closer."

Bakerd's voice carried clear strength.

"I am not drawing closer through my strength alone. Many people are helping me now."

"Faceless Killer?"

"He is one of the people helping me. I do not know what circumstances he has. I do not even know their purpose, much less their true identity, so I wonder if I can call them an organization. I receive help from many places myself, but I do not even know exactly how many people are helping me."

"I can be of some help now too."

"I appreciate the thought, but it is all right. I am getting closer to the culprits, but I am not close yet. All I know is that, like Agwi, the culprit is one of the Evil God's Saints, and I know the name the sect calls them."

"What is that name?"

"Gwimyeon. He is said to be in the East, so if I search the dioceses and capture believers, I should reach him eventually."

Yuri had never heard the name before. He keenly regretted letting Agwi escape back then.

"Do not think about me. For now, focus on your achievements. Not just anyone can receive the Calamity Star's teachings."

"Yes."

"Even later... putting aside whether you want to help me, if you want to get involved with this group whose identity I do not know..."

Bakerd hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"Reach the seventh tier, then seek out Moonlit Reveller."

"What?"

"Moonlit Reveller was the first person to help me with my revenge. I will not tell him that you are a Transmigrator, but if you go to meet him, I do not think he will refuse."

"Why?"

"When I recently received word from the West, he spoke quite a lot about you. He had kept an eye on you two years ago, and now that your reputation has risen so much, he said his judgment back then had been correct. He told me that if I met you, I should make sure to tell you that he wanted to see you."

Why the hell did that bastard want to see him? Yuri could only blink, and Bakerd shrugged.

"Perhaps he sensed something as a Transmigrator. Or maybe he simply likes you as a junior."

Had Moonlit Reveller been discovered by Chuk-sin-doo? Yuri did not know. They had known each other for a long time, so it was possible he had guessed based on Fist of the Rending Cloud.

'I learned Fist of the Rending Cloud. Anyone who wanted to find out could learn that much.'

Fist of the Rending Cloud was a martial art Yuri had openly won at the Le Seyun auction house.

That might not have been the case before Yuri became famous, but now he was too well-known. Anyone interested enough to investigate would inevitably learn about Fist of the Rending Cloud.

The fortunate part was that Fist of the Rending Cloud had been a build UrMumSpammer used in the early days. Even in the screenshots from that period, where he had sprinkled in just enough image doctoring as seasoning, he had never revealed Fist of the Rending Cloud...

'Chuk-sin-doo knows Fist of the Rending Cloud. Did he infer it from that?'

The problem was whether Yuri trusted Chuk-sin-doo. When Yuri had seen him in Rutlan, he had seemed normal enough despite his title, name, and actions, but perhaps all of that had been a mask.

Yuri had to be wary of how many unsuspecting Transmigrators Chuk-sin-doo's Madorido might have smashed in the head.

"It is too far to seek him out."

Fortunately, Chuk-sin-doo was currently involved in the Vernoc conflict on the Western Continent, across the Central Sea.

"Besides, I have not reached the seventh tier yet."

At his current sixth-tier strength, Yuri was not confident he could escape if things went wrong after meeting Chuk-sin-doo.

"If he truly wants to see me, tell him to come himself."

Yuri did not know what Chuk-sin-doo truly wanted.

The Chuk-sin-doo Yuri knew was a lunatic who followed foreign soccer broadcasts on the forum every day. In this world, he was another lunatic who wore a spotless white uniform, kicked around metal balls, and copied the celebrations of famous soccer players.

Yuri did not want the adventure of seeking out a madman like that...

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