Book 11: Chapter 13: Second and Third Time Around

Book 11: Chapter 13: Second and Third Time Around

I died two more times after that.

So its a total of three times including when I requested Soryuu-sama to kill me.

On my second transmigration, I became a beastkin lad.

It was a wolf-type beastkins body, just barely of adult age. As for the era, it was around 1000 years before my original period of time.

I was told that I would be able to return to my previous time If the curse is broken, so I decided to master this beastkin body even if its just for a bit.

Thats when I realized how being a beastkin was so good it should be illegal.

If we compared the status of a beastkin to that of a human, its as if they were already clad in a magic suit from the moment they were born.

If they became a tad serious about it, theyd be able to move at an unimaginable speed. Even their brute strength was leagues apart from that of a human.

Its only natural that there were only a few beastkin that considered relying on magic.

Vestier, the kingdom of the beastkin, held tournaments that tested strength.

I participated in various tournaments, and I won every single time. Its because I used the magic suit for a bit, and Im also used to fighting at high speed.

All those easy victories climbed to my head.

I caught the beastkin kings eye of this era because of that.

You seem pretty strong, arent you? Why dont we battle to death, the two of us, huh.

The guy who said that seemed familiar.

He was the Person who attained divinity later on.

Hes Martial God-sama.

Known as the strongest person in the history of beastkin.

Its only natural that I wouldnt be able to win against him. We battled it out for three days straight, until I ran out of strength.

It wasnt that scary when I died because I was exhausted. I had been fighting all the while, and it was too exhilarating that I didnt even notice how fatigued I was.Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com

Still, it had been a lot of fun.

Im going to have a rematch with Martial God when I return to my original era.

Im gonna win next time, thats for sure!!

I was a goblin for my third reincarnation.

A typical monster that brought disasters among the humans.

Information was hard to come by, so I didnt have any idea what era I was in.

I belonged to a tribe of goblins with around 30 members, and we lived by hunting in the forest with our comrades.

Because I became a goblin, eating raw monster flesh wasnt a big deal to me, and I was completely fine with it.

My plan was to let her escape from this lair.

However, the others were aroused while looking at the female.

Their instincts as monsters started to kick in, and I could no longer control them.

If youre not gonna violate her, then hand her over.

They threatened me.

The goblins that I protected were now pointing their weapons at me.

I see

These guys really are monsters.

They are mans enemy.

I annihilated the entirety of the goblins while protecting the girl.

There was an overwhelming difference between an ordinary goblin and a goblin fighter. It was a piece of cake.

The comrades whom I went through thick and thin had been massacred and torn to bits by me, and I didnt leave a single one alive.

When the goblins started to gang up on me, I roared at them as a threat. The girl fainted at that time, so she didnt see me go on a rampage.

Even if they were monsters, it was a silver lining that she didnt have to witness living things being shredded in front of her.

I held the unconscious girl in my arms and left the lair where I lived for a time.

We were deep into the forest where monsters lived.

I had to bring her to a town where humans lived, or else the other monsters would attack her.

I scared her.

My comrades hurted her.

Thats why I had to return this child safely.

I resolved to do that as I made my way to the forest.

However, that role ended faster than I thought.

So the goblin who abducted this girl is a fighter.

I heard someone speak behind me.

At that instant, my head fell on the ground.

I saw the face of the man who took the girl and gently lifted her up as my body also fell.

I see.

The hero who rescued this girl was you.

The black haired, black eyed hero who lopped my head off was standing there.