novellaaa Chapter 1 Death Descends, A Waltz in Odin's Forest
Chapter 1 Death Descends, A Waltz in Odin's Forest
cold.
Endless deep cold and weakness.
In the boundless void, Bai Ye's last remaining wisp of divine consciousness flickered like a candle in the wind.
As a time traveler, he once ascended to the throne of gods, wielded the laws of death, and became the god of death who made all living beings tremble.
However, in a world-ending battle against Austin Griffin, the god of destruction and calamity, his divine body was shattered and his very essence was severely damaged.
What's even more hateful is that a despicable false god took advantage of the situation and stole his authority as the god of death!
"Stealing my power, distorting my laws... this debt will be settled sooner or later." Bai Ye's divine consciousness murmured silently.
He is about to dissipate. Without a divine body to sustain him, even divine consciousness cannot endure in the world.
Just as his consciousness was about to fall into eternal darkness, a faint aura, yet one that shared his origin, wafted from the plane below.
"This is... the aura of the laws of death."
Bai Ye's consciousness jolted violently. Although the aura was incomplete and violent, it was like an oasis in the desert for him, who was on the verge of death.
Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Ye transformed into a dark stream of light imperceptible to mortals, and following the pull of that aura, crashed into the Holy Demon Continent!
……
The Holy Demon Continent, deep within the Odin Forest.
The strong smell of blood mixed with the earthy stench permeated the damp air.
"Huff... huff..."
Amid heavy, broken breathing, a petite figure staggered forward through the thorns.
It was a girl, who looked to be only about seven years old. Her once delicate, porcelain-doll-like face was now covered in mud and dark red bloodstains, and her black bodysuit had been torn into strips, revealing gruesome wounds of varying depths underneath.
She is so tired.
As the "Saintess of Reincarnation," a rare talent in the Assassin's Temple, this was a cruel trial arranged for her by her family. She had been hunted down by this group of bloodthirsty wolf demons for three days and three nights.
There were no reinforcements, no food, and not even a drop of clean water.
"Awooo—!"
The eerie howls of wolves echoed all around, and a dozen pairs of eerie green eyes emerged from the bushes, surrounding the girl.
The wolf demons, their saliva dripping with a foul stench, looked at their prey, now at its last gasp, with cruel mockery in their eyes.
The girl stopped in her tracks.
She didn't cry, nor did she beg for mercy. Those eyes, which should have been full of childlike innocence and clarity, were now filled only with a chilling stillness and despair.
She gripped the dulled iron dagger in her hand, feeling the depleted spiritual energy within her body, and a self-deprecating smile curled at the corner of her lips.
Is this her destiny?
Because of that damned "Reincarnation Furnace," she was robbed of her childhood, abandoned by her parents in a cold cave, and faced only the Reincarnation Sword every day.
If I were to die here today, perhaps... it would be a kind of relief.
The largest werewolf roared and swung its heavy spiked club, bringing a foul stench as it slammed down on the girl's head!
The girl closed her eyes, awaiting death.
However, the expected excruciating pain did not occur.
Just as the spiked club was about an inch from her head, the world seemed to freeze.
An indescribable, terrifying chill suddenly erupted from between the girl's eyebrows!
I've found you.
A deep, authoritative, yet somewhat weak male voice suddenly rang in the girl's mind.
The next second, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.
Those were no longer the desperate eyes of a seven-year-old child, but a deep, cold abyss that seemed capable of devouring the souls of all living beings!
"Who...who are you?!"
The girl was horrified to discover that her consciousness had been squeezed into a hazy mental space, and her body was completely out of her control!
"I'll borrow your body for a bit. Watch closely, and see what true... slaughter really is."
Bai Ye's consciousness took over the broken body. He frowned slightly; this body was too weak, its spiritual power was pitifully low, and there was a volatile spiritual furnace inside that was frantically destroying the meridians.
However, it's enough to deal with a few low-level demons.
Faced with the spiked club so close at hand, the 'girl' did not back down.
She merely shifted her body slightly, her movement as gentle as if she were dodging a falling leaf. The spiked club slammed into the ground, grazing her nose and creating a large crater.
Using the force of the recoil, the blunt dagger in the 'girl's' hand transformed into a dark afterglow.
There was no flashy display of spiritual power, and no superfluous movements.
The dagger, at an extremely bizarre yet perfectly ergonomic angle, gently sliced across the wolf demon's throat.
"Pfft—"
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the strong wolf demon didn't even have time to scream before it collapsed to the ground.
The remaining werewolves were stunned, then rushed forward in a frenzy.
Within this bloody encirclement, the 'girl' moved.
She was like a ghost dancing on the edge of a knife. Every step she took precisely avoided a fatal attack; every swing of the dagger inevitably took a life.
Bai Ye used the last remaining spiritual energy in this body to its fullest extent. Without wasting a single bit, all the power was concentrated on the blade of the dagger, slicing through muscle, severing tendons, and piercing the heart.
This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre, a waltz filled with the aesthetics of death!
In the sea of consciousness, Cai'er, who had been struggling, was completely stunned.
She watched everything happening outside, and saw her own frail body displaying such incredible combat skills; the shock she felt was beyond words.
……
Meanwhile, behind a thicket of bushes less than 100 meters from the battlefield.
A black-haired boy with clear eyes and extremely handsome features was covering his mouth tightly, not daring to even breathe.
His name is Long Haochen.
Today, he had just passed the squire knight test, and he still had that precious bottle of Qi-Nourishing Elixir in his pocket. He had planned to come to the outskirts of Odin Forest to pick some wild vegetables to cook for his mother.
Unexpectedly, they were drawn here by the sound of a fierce fight.
Through the gaps in the bushes, Long Haochen witnessed a scene he would never forget.
A girl who looked about his age, covered in blood and wielding a broken dagger, weaved through a dozen ferocious werewolf demons.
Her eyes were icy cold, devoid of any human emotion; her movements were elegant and deadly, like the Grim Reaper reaping lives.
When the last werewolf collapsed at the girl's feet, clutching its bleeding throat, the entire forest fell into a deathly silence.
The girl stood quietly amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, slowly turning her head. Her abyss-like eyes seemed to pierce through the bushes as she coldly glanced at Long Haochen.
Just one glance.
Long Haochen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The hairs on his body stood on end instantly, and a sense of dread from the depths of his soul made him fall flat on his backside in the mud.