Golden-Eyed Reaper: Transmigrated As The Forgotten One

Chapter 13 - Biting fingers out of love??

Due to the ryus' invasion at the village, things weren't in the best condition which made it harder for Noir to find the hunters.

He entered a lot of houses, most were empty which was very likely a product of the invasion as well, not to mention the number of idiots he found during his search.

'These idiots, do they really think closing the doors will save them from the ryus?'

It was indeed foolish and idiotic, a person in his right-mind would never do that, but too begin with, were they in their right-mind? Are they even supposed to be in their right-minds?

You live in your village peacefully, no distractions, you wake up, you work, you come back, you sleep and then repeat, but one day something breaks your peaceful routine, how will you cope with it? Most people won't be able to and so was the same for most of the villagers.

They weren't able to remain calm nor could they think clearly, this led to a massive amount of villagers dying in their own houses, helplessly.

A kind person would surely knock on their doors repeatedly in hopes of making them understand the situation and help them get rid of their fear, However Noir was not one of them, if things were different then he would surely do what the kind one would do.

But currently time was a luxury that he couldn't afford to waste, at least not on some narrow minded cowardice fools.

No matter how much Noir searched for, there wasn't a single hunter in any of the houses, which wasn't a normal thing in the slightest and Noir knew it.

'I hope it isn't what I think it is.'

If it was indeed what he thinks of it to be, then things could get frightening and even life threatening.

Standing outside one of the houses, he chanted, "Empreinte Mystique"

It was an ability exclusive to only the Ravenlocks, or the golden-eyed ones to be precise.

The ability to see lingering traces of magic, one revered as well as envied by all.

Blink.

Everything was white, Noir let his eyes wander here and there, "Fu*k, it turned out to be exactly what I didn't want it to be." his tone was calm yet his words vulgar as he looked at a red patch of noctis inside a house, one which couldn't be perceived by a normal eye.

Noir was in a dilemma, whether to proceed or back off, after all if he lost then it would mean death, and death was something that not all could afford.

The whole burden of the situation had already started to weigh itself on Noir, on one hand he could clearly survive, all he had to do was leave the village and forget about protecting it, on the other hand, he had to gamble his life on the fact that he might be able to defeat a-

'Grade-four spirit... I have come across a long way and somehow even managed to survive in this cruel world so far, should I gamble it all on a mere village?'

With each second that passed by, things got more and more intense, his unwavering calm demure started trembling in the name of death? Or was it?

His tone calm, "Fu*k, If I die, I hope this time I transmigrate into a peaceful world." He rushed towards the patch of noctis.

Life is a gamble—it always was. You could die before you were even born. What if your parents never met? You wouldn't exist. Even after birth, countless accidents could end you—getting hit by a car, a sudden plane crash. And in all of this, you had the least control.

You couldn't decide whether your parents met, nor could you predict a drunk driver speeding straight at you during the exact two minutes you stood at a bus stop. You had no way of knowing the plane that worked fine for years would malfunction only the day you boarded it.

"Good luck to myself." Noir whispered ironically.

A mere inch away from the patch.

Touch.

He teleported, the sight before him astonished him, but the fact that it would astonish him was something that Noir had prepared himself for as well.

Countless people dead lying around him, everything was coloured in red as if... someone had no other crayons except for the red one. No matter how much he tried to look at his surroundings, something felt off.

'Huh?' he felt something at his leg, it a headless human that caught his leg.

Immediately he used his white threads to make himself fly, a skill that always came handy and useful, after making considerable distance from the headless human he looked the other sides, everyone was trying to reach out to him, to be precise every dead human that 'once was' lying on the floor.

One climbed unto another and then another, the higher he tried to fly the sooner they would manage to catch up.

Looking up he saw a blood-dipped ceiling, it was dark red and emitted an aura of death, his instincts screamed to not get any closer to it. The dead humans were in rhythm, if Noir went right then all hundreds of them would go right too, to the point that it felt like he was on the ground and not in the air.

Though he wanted to save as much as he could for the main-dish, he had no other choices.

"Cursed Weave."

The situation was favourable to him, all of his enemies were piled up together, he decided to try something, "What if I weave a net out of the threads and throw it on them?" he spoke as he dodged a dead human which jumped on him.

He calmed his mind first and then swiftly yet precisely he released black threads one by one and started weaving, it took some time and was pretty though since he had to take 'care' of the dead humans as well but at the end he managed to weave a perfect net with very small gaps.

He sighed as he threw the net on them, "Here you go."

'Humans are foolish even when they are alive, and when they are dead? I expected no less.'

Ironically hardly any dead humans were out of the net, most of them were in.

Flick.

The net closed itself, burning and melting every single thing that touched it. To begin with, the dead didn't had much flesh on them, some lacked a head while some an arm and some hardly had anything even left, after closing the net? Only ugly piles of disgusting meat remained.

'Sheesh.'

As he slowly yet subtly moved towards the ground, he was relieved that things didn't exhaust him to the fullest, as there was clearly more for him in the store.

Feww

The threads that allowed him to fly, disappeared.

'Since there's no one currently here, I don't need to waste my noctis over this flight.'

Noir won't be considered on the steps scale of noctis and therefore he had to be wary.

He heard a sound from his back, "Oh? A human came here by his own will~~?" a voice almost insane, or was it completely insane? Spoke.

This wasn't someone Noir could easily deal with, a single mistake could possibl- no, certainly lead to death.

Looking back he found a women with stitches all over her face, she bitted her own fingers in excitement until they bled, "Oh? You came all this way... just for me? How sweet~"

'And here I thought things couldn't get worse'

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