【Main Quest Started: Blood Battle!】
【Quest Objective: Hostile Reincarnator has arrived. Kill the opponent!】
【Scenario Introduction: The land of Fuso, where humans, demons, and gods coexist. At this moment, you find yourself within the country of Izumo, located in the northern frontier of this continent.】
【Side Quest: Unification! As a king, you should strive to control the entire world! Unifying one nation will reward you with one hundred Great Merits! Unifying the entire continent will reward you with one hundred Heavenly Merits!】
【Current Scenario: Large-scale! Quest Difficulty: Unknown!】
【Note: The time limit for this mission is ten years! Those who fail to complete it will be executed!】
【Your appearance and clothing have been slightly adjusted. You are automatically equipped with the language of this scenario and can communicate without barriers with the characters here. These enhancements will disappear after the mission… Note: Strictly forbidden to disclose information about the Pantheon or other worlds to scenario characters. Violators will be executed!】
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A flash of light, and Wu Ming’s figure appears. Seeing the quest interface, he slightly shakes his head: “So few restrictions? Indeed, for us Privileged, the truth of the Pantheon is slowly revealing itself…”
Once the mission fails, one will be killed and all privileges revoked. Thus, naturally, there is no need for heavy punishment—Privileged individuals will fight each other to the death.
As for this ten-year execution clause, it’s practically negligible, especially for Wu Ming.
The Pantheon’s intent is also clearly revealed before him—raising the strongest Privileged like poisonous insects, perhaps even to inherit the entire Pantheon eventually!
“So the reason there’s still a time limit is to force us to fight to the death before we can leave this world?”
Wu Ming murmurs with contemplation.
This blood battle mission is clearly only accessible to Privileged individuals, and even the mission cycle is so bizarre. The previous reincarnation mission was only a few days ago, making him sense a kind of urgency from the Pantheon.
“Actually… the continent of Fuso? Where humans, ghosts, and gods coexist? Sounds quite similar to a certain country from my past life…”
Wu Ming strokes his chin: “If that Privileged individual, like me, isn’t afraid of being killed by the Pantheon, we could settle down here permanently, effectively escaping the Pantheon… Although, in doing so, it would also mean being exiled by the Pantheon in a roundabout way…”
“As for me, I don’t want to stay here until death… Hmm, the opposing Privileged can only be confirmed to be deployed on the continent of Fuso? With such a vast population, how can one find a needle in a haystack? Are we being forced to seize power and even strive for the throne of the entire world?”
Even the smallest nation would have at least hundreds of thousands of people, and a whole continent would have at least millions!
And in this world, there should definitely be the existence of supernatural powers and cultivators!
Under such circumstances, how difficult would it be to find one person!
It might only be a king who unifies the entire continent, using the power of the entire world, who could force the opponent out.
“This will be a prolonged confrontation. The weak can accumulate forces and gain time to cultivate, possibly even surpassing the strong!”
Wu Ming vaguely suspects that the power of that reincarnator must now surpass his own, so he isn’t in a hurry.
“The top priority is to stabilize first… Then build my own force and search for that destined opponent…”
Wu Ming strokes his chin: “This will be a contest combining patience, strategy, martial prowess, social skills, and everything else. Truly fascinating!”
After the Pantheon’s constraints faded, he looked around. He stood on a muddy mountain path, occasionally spotting signs of human passage, likely not far from a populated area.
He immediately chose a direction and strode forward.
The mountain path was rugged and winding, and the poor condition made Wu Ming frown slightly.
Suddenly, reaching halfway up the mountain, Wu Ming’s ears twitched slightly, and he stopped.
A rustling sound came, then a bush was pushed aside, and a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old ran out. She had a cloth wrapped around her head, wore coarse hemp kimono, her wheat-colored face covered in dust. Her expression was now filled with panic. Seeing Wu Ming, she was first startled, then quickly shouted: “Run quickly!”
Upon hearing this, Wu Ming nodded inwardly.
In an obviously dangerous situation, instead of shouting “Help!”, she shouted “Run!”, clearly showing her kindness.
“Esteemed sir, there are monsters behind!”
By now, Wu Ming had already adapted to the local customs, wearing a white samurai kimono, wooden sandals on his feet, and a katana at his waist. The girl was momentarily stunned by his appearance, a hint of fear flickering in her eyes as she made her judgment: “This is a samurai lord!”
In this world, samurais were a privileged class, even able to kill commoners at will with any excuse. Especially since Wu Ming’s clothes were made of fine silk, something even the upper class in cities might not possess.
“Hmm… What kind of demon is it? I’m traveling outside and would like to defeat a few to spread my bravery!”
Looking at the girl, who was as startled as a young deer, Wu Ming had already sensed something with his spiritual perception but still drew his katana and asked solemnly.
“It’s the Wind Demon Hall! It’s… causing havoc!”
The young samurai’s smile seemed to have a strange charm, making the girl instinctively stop fleeing, though her voice still trembled.
“The Wind Demon… Hall?”
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A fierce wind blew, flattening the grass and bushes in the forest, and then a black bear over two meters tall burst out, claws bared and teeth gnashing.
“…Just a beast that has barely gained some intelligence, dares to call itself a ‘Hall’? Looks like it’s even earned some reverence and worship from the villagers…”
Wu Ming looked at the giant black bear and its demonic aura with a wry expression.
To the Heavenly Eye, demons also had fortune, but their external fortune was all gray and black—not calamity qi, nor martial qi, but the unique demonic qi of spirits!
Although external fortune varied, internal fortune only represented power, still bound by the Five Elements and their five colors, which were now clearly displayed before Wu Ming—pure black!
“Just a level one spirit, probably not even able to defeat a human martial artist. No wonder in my previous life’s history, so many weak Fuso demons were ‘slain’ by human samurais! Of course, their gods weren’t much better either…”
In his past life, Fuso claimed to have eight million gods, but in reality, over seven million nine hundred thousand were weaklings, unable to defeat even high-level Onmyōji or samurais. Some were even captured as familiars, or lived in poverty and wandered the streets. How pitiful!
Now, Wu Ming keenly noticed the similarities between these two worlds.
Of course, it was merely a partial resemblance.
“Haha… Demon, you shall be my stepping stone!”
At this moment, he had an idea. Knowing that to build a following and attract followers, he needed to display his bravery and spread his fame, Wu Ming loudly declared, holding his katana with both hands, wearing a serious expression.
“Aooo!!!”
The black Wind Demon Hall, upon seeing Wu Ming, the swordsman, was also momentarily stunned. It circled halfway around, suddenly opened its giant mouth, letting out a heart-piercing roar.
The bear’s roar shook the mountains, exuding terrifying ferocity. The girl beside them screamed in fright, falling to the ground, almost losing the ability to speak.
Then, she saw the black Wind Demon Hall raise a gust of wind, charging forward with unparalleled might, then lifting its right paw to strike!
Crrrsh!
The hard claws struck the ground, sending countless pebbles flying, creating a terrifying scene.
“How is that honorable sir doing?”
The girl’s face turned pale as she silently prayed: “Gods… please protect that valiant sir!”
But then, her eyes widened.
Because she saw that the samurai lord had easily turned aside all of Wind Demon Hall’s attacks, moving to the side, holding his sword with both hands, the blade seemingly glowing.
“Slash!”
The katana cut straight into the black bear’s neck, splattering blood, and continued to slice through effortlessly.
Puff!
A flash of white light, and a bear’s head the size of a water vat fell to the ground.
The massive bear corpse collapsed with a loud thud.
“Th… The Wind Demon Hall was defeated?”
The girl’s expression was stunned. Seeing the black giant bear lying on the ground, blood pooling around it, she couldn’t believe it for a long time, unable to even stand up.
“Are you alright?”
Wu Ming wiped his katana clean on the bear’s fur, sheathed it, and looked at the girl.
To him, this black bear demon was nothing at all, merely a level one minor demon. In the world of gods and ghosts, it would only be fit to guard the gates of one of Heishan Jun’s eighteen mountain and river lords—he had slaughtered countless like this.
But in the girl’s eyes, the bear was an extremely powerful creature. It was strong enough to frequently demand honey offerings from the village, occasionally even causing havoc and eating people, something even samurais couldn’t handle.
And such a powerful demon was defeated by a human?
Her gaze toward Wu Ming involuntarily carried more reverence. When she saw that not a drop of blood stained his pure white samurai kimono, her admiration turned into deep respect.
“Stand up. What’s your name?”
The girl realized she was still sprawled on the ground, her legs weak, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she hastily stood up and bowed: “Honorable samurai, my name is Kohiko!”
“Hmm, how far is the nearest village from here?”
Wu Ming asked casually.
At this moment, he just thought, if this country of Izumo was similar to the Fuso of his past life, then the commoners wouldn’t have the privilege to bear a surname.
The “surname,” also known as “myōji,” was a privilege reserved exclusively for the elite class. For commoners to possess one would be considered an act of overstepping their bounds. Furthermore, children from commoner families typically had names such as Ichirō, Jirō, Saburō, or Shirō for boys, and Kohiko, Haruko, Atsuchi, or Anuma for girls—names akin to “Mimi” or “Wangcai,” or even worse, some might not even have a proper name at all.
“The nearest village is just down the mountain…”
Wu Ming keenly noticed hesitation in Kohiko’s eyes.
Evidently, this overly powerful outsider caused her deep unease, but she was helpless to do anything about it.
“Kohiko!”
“Kohiko!”
At this moment, the bushes rustled, and several young men resembling hunters ran out, bows slung over their backs, their faces filled with panic. When they saw the bear’s corpse lying on the ground, they were even more shocked.
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