Surprise! I've Transmigrated Again

"...You self-centered super idiot—! What on earth did you promise?!" Andrea grabbed Doni's collar, frantically shaking him while shouting directly in his ear.

His scolding was so loud that Felsa and Neith were dumbfounded. They couldn't believe he dared to be so disrespectful to a Campione. Wasn't he afraid of punishment?

Meanwhile, Andrea suffered from a terrible headache, feeling utterly helpless about his lord's carelessness.

Just for a mere duel, he had put a Heretic God as a wager.

Didn't he realize that this casually agreed bet would bring enormous trouble to their Mage Association?

"Now, now, don't be angry, Andrea." Doni maintained his cheerful smile.

But in Andrea's eyes, he looked like an idiot who didn't understand the gravity of the situation — which was infuriating.

"I have good odds of winning. Don't you believe in my strength? I won't lose! If I don't lose, then the bet is void, right?"

"Sigh... if you're that confident."

The bet had already been set, and agreements between Campiones were absolute. Nothing he said could undo it now.

Still, he had confidence in Doni's strength.

Among Campiones, these super-powerful beings, strength was measured simply by the number of Authorities possessed.

Even if the new king had slain the Creator God Ra, he wouldn't have too many Authorities. No matter what, Andrea didn't think Doni would lose.

Of course, all of this was just Andrea's own opinion.

Their conversation wasn't private, and Adam could sense Doni's strong confidence.

This was natural. Although compared to other Campiones, Doni had become a Godslayer relatively recently.

But in terms of combat power, his strength among the seven people including Adam ranked third, right after Marquis Voban with the most Authorities and "China's Freakishly Strong Girl" Luo Hao!

Indeed, in a direct confrontation, Adam might not be able to defeat him. So in their duel, there was only one way to win.

A war of attrition!

Playing to one's strengths and avoiding weaknesses is everyone's instinct.

Adam had many powerful Authorities, but they had limitations. To win, he would have to overwhelm Doni with sheer numbers.

Besides, if things got desperate, he still had his trump card, right?

Though he had no intention of revealing it.

"...By the way, brother! My comrade, I still don't know your name!" Doni's cheerful smile accompanied these rather impolite words with complete confidence.

It was odd — anyone visiting or picking a fight would generally know the other person's name beforehand. Yet Doni seemed utterly unconcerned by this oversight.

Adam could only sigh and tell him his name.

"Adam, surname Carter."

"Oh? So you're the messenger of the heavens?"

{T/N: Carter = Messenger and Adam is the first human from the Bible.}

"Good joke."

"Haha, I love americans." Doni rubbed his chin, looking at Adam with interest.

Where others might have pressed for more information, a battle maniac like him cared little for such details. In his eyes, fighting strong enemies was the only priority worth considering.

He eagerly took down the black rectangular box from his back.

"Come on, let's fight to our heart's content!" He shouted enthusiastically.

But he was stopped in the next second.

"Please wait, King of Swords!" Felsa quickly stepped forward, then knelt before Adam, pleading softly, "My king, Felsa knows this battle cannot be avoided, but I beg you to consider the innocent civilians in this city!"

Battles between Campiones would inevitably cause mountains to collapse and seas to surge. Every punch and kick could devastate the city.

The already weakened Fayum province would face unimaginable consequences if ravaged by their clash.

"Yes, please consider the feelings of others!" Andrea also pleaded from the side.

Felsa and Andrea looked at each other, both clearly seeing the unspoken grievances in each other's eyes. Andrea was particularly troubled by the oblivious Doni, so he deeply empathized with Felsa's desperate plea.

"...Mm, you're right." Adam didn't want to fight in the city either; harming the innocent wasn't in his nature, "How about this, let's find an island."

"Great idea! That way we can both fight without holding back!" Doni snapped his fingers.

He was very pleased with this arrangement and turned to instruct Andrea to prepare a ship that could sail out to sea.

But Adam stopped him.

"No need, we'll rely on my Authority this time."

"Authority?"

A shadow suddenly covered everyone present, causing them to look up.

Two massive golden ships had appeared, floating above the estate and blocking the sunlight.

"Oh—! What a wonderful Authority!" Doni exclaimed, admiring the dazzling golden ships gleaming in the sunlight.

Without hesitation, he leaped upward, heading straight for the ships. He showed no fear that Adam might be setting a trap.

"What a troublesome guy."

"...I'm sorry, New King, for making you witness this embarrassment."

Adam's complaint made Andrea break into a cold sweat. As the one responsible for cleaning up after Doni, he could only offer a quiet apology.

Chuckling and shaking his head, Adam prepared to jump up after Doni.

"Please wait, my King!"

"What is it, Neith?"

"Please take me with you!" She said resolutely, "Neith is the King's servant and has reason to follow you, to witness your brilliance!"

"I can, but... aren't you afraid? Battles between Godslayers are world-destroying. If you were accidentally caught in the crossfire..."

"It doesn't matter! Neith must go!"

Adam noticed her biting her lip slightly, her eyes filled with determination. After a moment's thought, he agreed.

"Since you insist... alright, but you're not allowed to leave the ship, understood?"

"Yes! Thank you for your permission, my King!" Neith's face lit up with joy.

Felsa also wanted to witness the epic battle between Campiones, but Adam rejected her request, stating that "someone needs to stay behind for the Association".

With no choice, she could only watch them leave enviously.

The four gathered on the golden sun ship and drifted toward the Mediterranean Sea between Italy and Egypt.

Thanks to the mystical nature of sorcery, the enormous floating vessel remained invisible to ordinary people.

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After an hour, the sun ship reached its destination.

"Doni, how about that place?" Adam asked, pointing.

"Oh, excellent! That's perfect!" Doni replied enthusiastically.

The small island was isolated, not connected to any others, and large enough to allow both combatants to fight without restraint.

Since this was a duel, they should demonstrate their true abilities!

...Though neither planned to reveal their trump cards.

"Neith, stay on the golden ship and watch from a distance."

"...Yes, Neith understands." She nodded in agreement.

She was well aware of her weakness — caught in their crossfire, she would die instantly. She had no choice but to obey Adam's order and remain on the ship to await their return.

"Andrea, I entrust Neith to your care."

"Yes, I will certainly protect Lady Neith."

Adam's instruction was direct and left no room for argument.

The orders of a Campione couldn't be refused, so the butler naturally agreed.

Besides, it was obvious that Adam and Doni would fight all-out. Any reckless intervention would mean instant death — even Doni couldn't save him then.

"Well, let's go." Doni said, and without waiting for Adam's response, he leaped downward.

Adam followed close behind.

Boom!

They crashed like cannonballs onto the peaceful island, kicking up a massive cloud of dust and startling the resting animals.

The two stood facing each other on the sandy ground. Their auras gradually emerged, seeming to draw toward one another as their bodies' cells rapidly activated, charged with combative energy.

A strange tension enveloped the island. Sensing danger, the more perceptive animals quickly fled.

Doni unsheathed a brand-new knight's sword from the black rectangular box on his back.

"Come on, brother! I can't wait any longer!"

He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, holding the knight's sword diagonally upward, its cold tip aimed directly at Adam's throat.

The perfect standard knight's combat stance made Adam's body instinctively tense.

This feeling — he had experienced it only once before.

Wilhelm van Astrea, the Sword Demon!

That old master had impressed Adam with swordsmanship alone and had become something of a mentor to him in the art.

Truly worthy of the title "King of Swords".

Doni wasn't called the King of Swords merely because of his Authority — he clearly had real substance in his swordsmanship.

And wasn't that look in his eyes clearly saying he hoped Adam would fight him with a sword?

The sword at Adam's waist wasn't just for show. His every movement carried the unique rhythm of a swordsman — something Doni had noticed long ago.

Though battles between Campiones typically focused on Authorities, facing an opponent skilled with a blade excited the battle maniac far more.

Like a predator spotting worthy prey, Doni was eager to test Adam's swordsmanship.

"...Fine, let's see how much Immortal's Edge has grown during this time." Adam drew the long sword from his waist and assumed his own combat stance.

Unlike Doni's, his was the standard low stance of Kenjutsu.

"Doni, I'm ready. Come at me with everything you've got!"

"Then, I won't hold back!"

Doni exploded into action, charging straight at Adam!

The battle between Campiones began at this moment!

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