Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation

Chapter 37. He is a Real Monster (2)

“Everyone, move!”

A small but familiar back suddenly appeared in front of Sanson.

Patrick, who had run faster to chase the King Ogre, had blocked the path in front of Sanson and his soldiers.

The moment they saw the two swords held firmly in his hands, the soldiers shouted.

“Young Master!”

“Young Master, you mustn't.”

“Get away!”

The soldiers shouted loudly.

It was one thing for them, but Patrick should not be here.

For a boy like Patrick Schneider, whose future was so brilliant, to die so meaninglessly here?

A person who might one day be remembered as a great legend in the history of the continent should not lose his life alongside nameless soldiers.

The soldiers, with courage from an unknown source, tried to run in front of Patrick to block the King Ogre.

But at that moment….

“Huuuuuuuu….”

The blue aura gathered on Patrick's sword began to shrink.

Was it fading?

That wasn't the feeling.

Rather, it was closer to a feeling of condensation.

The aura, which had been shrinking, finally seeped completely into the sword.

The aura on the swords held in Patrick's hands completely disappeared, and they returned to the appearance of simple, smooth iron swords.

And immediately after….

“Hap!”

With Patrick's shout, a much brighter and clearer aura than before took shape in his hands.

Pachiiiing!

A materialized aura that took the distinct shape of a sword, not a shimmering haze.

What it symbolized was none other than….

“Au… Aura Blade?”

“7-star…?”

The soldiers' mouths fell open.

How many times had it been today?

They thought they had been surprised as much as they could be.

They thought they had finally confirmed the true skill of the boy named Patrick.

But Patrick had a depth far deeper than they had imagined.

Twin Dragons Eight Sword Form

Second Form

Great Dragon Cross Sword

At that moment, the soldiers saw it.

As Patrick's body shot forward, two strikes drew light in the air, centered on him.

Once horizontally.

Once vertically.

The moment the two strikes overlapped in the shape of a cross (十), a giant Aura Blade grazed past the King Ogre.

And Patrick….

“Keohuk!”

He passed the King Ogre and collapsed onto the ground behind it, unable to even land properly.

“Young Master!”

The soldiers screamed their throats out, but Patrick did not move.

And the King Ogre….

-Krrr…?

Krung.

It was bewildered, not knowing what had happened.

That being from a moment ago had unleashed something with a strange aura.

It knew that something had been done, but nothing happened after that.

What was going on?

Wait, more importantly, the enemy was weak now.

Anyone could tell it was weakened from its form, collapsed on the ground and twitching.

-Krrrrrrrrrr….

It is the nature of a beast to regain its spirit when an enemy shows a weakness.

The fallen Patrick was no longer an unknown, fearsome being, but merely weakened prey.

The King Ogre turned its body to crush Patrick with a single punch.

“Block it!”

“Protect the great warrior!”

“Young Maaaaster!”

At the sight of the King Ogre, the Orcs and soldiers all shouted in one voice and rushed towards it.

But their actions were meaningless.

-Krrrr….

The moment the King Ogre turned its body back, a single cross-shaped line of blood appeared, centered on its body.

And from that line, blood slowly seeped out, and a pain incomparable to before.

-Kuh….

Krrruuuuuu….

The Ogre pressed both hands against the sides of its head, instinctively trying to hold its splitting head together.

But….

Chwaaaak!

Before long, the Ogre split into four parts from the neck down.

From its giant frame, entrails and a massive amount of blood flowed out, and the area was instantly filled with the thick smell of blood.

“Uh…. Uh-uh?”

“Good heavens, he just… the King Ogre….”

The soldiers were horrified, looking at the corpse of the King Ogre that had split apart and collapsed.

It was so surreal.

To think that the day would come when they would see with their own two eyes the corpse of this disaster, which in the worst-case scenario could drive a nation to ruin?

Faced with a reality they had never even imagined, the soldiers' bodies froze on the spot.

Among them, Sanson, who was the first to come to his senses, shouted.

“The Young Master. Get the Young Master!”

“Oh, right, the Young Master!”

“Young Master. Are you alright?”

The soldiers hurriedly ran to where the fallen Patrick was.

And Patrick, having collapsed, coughed up a mouthful of blood and said.

“About… time… you got here…. You rotten….”

And with that, Patrick closed his eyes.

* * *

It was a familiar occurrence, but no matter how many times he saw it, he couldn't get used to it.

The face of a friend full of worry.

“Are you awake?”

“Why is your ugly face the first thing I see when I wake up?”

“Seeing you spout nonsense, you must be fine.”

The Ugly Dragon Scholar, Jaegal Hyeon.

A tragic genius abandoned by his own family due to his ugly appearance and twisted personality, but he was also one of Jin Cheon's few friends.

“Ugh…. What's the situation?”

As Jin Cheon tried to force himself up, Jaegal Hyeon frowned and said.

“We won. Thanks to some crazy bastard who just charged in and took the head of the Ten Great Evils' Poison Blood Hand, Jang So.”

“Right. Then that's good.”

“Good? Gooood?”

Jaegal Hyeon's face twisted in anger.

To Jin Cheon, who thought that an ugly guy looked ten times uglier when he frowned, Jaegal Hyeon unleashed a storm of nagging.

“You crazy bastard. I know our allies were in danger, but to charge alone at one of the Ten Great Evils who has a protective formation of Poison Demon Corpses? Do you have about fifteen lives?”

“Stop nagging. If we won, that's what matters.”

“Well, look at you, running your mouth just because you have one. You won't reflect on this even if you die.”

“Hmph, I, the Radiant Dragon Great Master Jin Cheon, have never reflected on anything in my forty-five years of life.”

“Something to be proud of, you crazy bastard!”

“What? What? What? Why? Why? Why? So what? What are you going to do? You ugly bastard.”

“Hoo, so you're curious about what I'll do, are you?”

“…No. On second thought, I'm not that curiou—.”

“I'm telling your Master.”

“Ah, whyyyy?”

“And I'm telling your wife too.”

“Don't cross the line, you ugly bastard.”

“A crazy bastard talking about lines. Your wife will ask me anyway when she comes. The Divine Doctor Saintess of Sichuan also needs to know what crazy stunt you pulled to get your body all battered….”

“Die, you ugly bastard!”

Jin Cheon forced his aching body up and lunged at Jaegal Hyeon.

He had a sense of crisis that if he didn't silence this bastard right now, his own life would be in danger.

* * *

“You ugly bastard!”

Patrick shouted and sat up.

Or rather, he tried to.

“Aghhh~!”

He would have, if not for the immense pain that assaulted him the moment he tried to move his body.

“Young Master?”

“Young Master, are you awake?”

Sanson and Oliver rushed over to Patrick and spoke urgently.

“Ugh…. Do I look okay, you idiots?”

“Ah…. Ah ah…. You are alright. Thank goodness, Young Master.”

“I said I'm not okay. My ki meridians are severed and twisted and all messed up.”

“……”

“……”

Sanson and Oliver looked at Patrick with expressions that said, ‘What's that?’

Ah, right.

They don't know.

“Never mind. What would you guys know?”

These ignorant fools….

Patrick just lay back down forlornly.

His ki and blood were all twisted, and some meridians were severed.

All the muscles in his body were torn, and it was hard to find a joint that was intact.

It was a miracle he wasn't dead, but it seemed it would take some time to return his body to a normal state.

Well, he had forcibly drawn out enhanced Qi with his current body to perform the Great Dragon Cross Sword.

To be honest, it was an attack he had executed with the resolve to die, but thankfully he didn't die, and his Dantians were intact.

It was a state that could be fixed, somehow.

Perhaps because the density of ki in this world was much higher than in the Central Plains, he seemed to have consumed less innate true Qi.

‘Still, it'll be a pain to fix.’

It was a great fortune, but the conditions for treatment were so poor that there were more than a few regrets.

It would be nice if he had a pill to treat internal injuries, or rather, setting all that aside….

‘Tsk, is it because I saw her in a dream? I miss my wife from my past life.’

Dang Suryeon, who was called the Divine Doctor Saintess of Sichuan.

The medical skills of his wife were among the top three in the entire Jianghu.

If she were here now….

‘No, no. It's better that that woman isn't here.’

Patrick shivered as he recalled a memory from the past.

[Hoooh. You're hurt? Then you need treatment. Come here. Hold still.]

She treated him more perfectly than anyone else, but in return, he had to endure a treatment accompanied by endless nagging and excruciating pain.

How excruciating was that pain?

So much so that even the great Radiant Dragon Great Master Jin Cheon would scream.

Sometimes, he writhed in such terrible pain that he wondered if it would be better to not receive treatment and just be left alone.

And….

[Why did you get hurt, you idiot.]

Most of all, the sight of her wiping away her tears, speaking sadly while thinking he was asleep, hurt his heart the most.

“Tsk, because of a stupid dream….”

“What did you say?”

“Never mind. How long was I out?”

“Three days.”

“Right? Our current location is….”

“It is where the Red Rock Orc Tribe's settlement was. The Orcs are diligently rebuilding the settlement.”

“What? How could you just watch them do that? You idiots!”

“…Pardon?”

“Agh. You bastards have as much sense as a goblin's shit. Call the chieftain. Quickly!”

As Patrick threw a fit and shouted, Oliver quickly ran outside.

It was good that the person who had been unconscious for three days had woken up.

It should have been good, but….

“Ah, he should have stayed lying down a bit longer.”

Peace is always short-lived.