Loser's redo: Transmigration in a novel

The village chief's senses wouldn't be able to break Zick's defenses. As he was just a middle rank knight, this way he wouldn't be able to see Zick's real face through the mask.

Every person who cultivates in either the knight or mage profession has the ability to create a forcefield around themselves, which could be used to stop others from probing their strength.

The process of creating this forcefield was simple. By covering the body with a thin layer of one's own mana; a force field was created.

CREAK~

An elderly man with white hair reaching till his shoulder, opened the door with a frown on his face.

The village chief, Deren, looked at the person who disturbed him in the middle of the night. Anger rose within him rapidly, but when he saw that the other party's strength could not be seen through, he controlled his expression.

Deren synchronized Zick's figure for a second, before starting to speak.

''How may I help you sir? If you came this late in the night, I am sure its something important.'' Deren fully walked out of the door, exposing his bent back. The figure of Zick was suspicious no matter how he looked at him.

Wearing a mask means the person had something to hide, Zick wearing a mask would only make others suspicious. He clearly knew about it, but he didn't care about it in front of a weaker opponent.

Why did he have to care about the worries of a weaker person?

''Hmph, bring me a couple of robes and clothes. I.also.need.horse and books.which can help me in.learning.the 'everlor' language.'' Zick spoke out coldly, there were only a few stemmers in his voice while he spoke.

Unlike when Zick just left the battlefield, he was able to clearly store the mana with chaotic characteristics within his body. This was thanks to his current mana being weaker and strong physique.

And Zick knew to speak in the 'everlor' language only a little, but it was enough for an exchange like this.

Seeing how demeanouring Zick was, Deren felt offended, but what could he do against a stronger opponent than him?

''Please wait a minute sir, I will gather the thing you need.'' Swallowing the bitter feeling, Deren spoke respectfully and tried to excuse himself.

''I will wait right here, so hurry up.'' This was a warning, not an order.

Deren understood it immediately, Zick was taking his daughter and wife hostage within the house. If he did something suspicious they would all die.

''Understood.'' With a dark expression, Deren started heading towards the houses in the distance.

Waiting in front of the house, Zick looked towards the sky which was filled with stars. He didn't bother ordering any of the ingredients needed to perform the unorthodox method as it was a waste of time.

'There is no way, I will get poisons like that in a village like this.' Zick looked at the home made of cheap bricks and wood around him.

He even doubted if this village even belonged to any of the nobles' domains. But the chances of this village growing on its own was also low, so the village must belong to some low rank noble.

Zick could feel that Deren's daughter and wife were still sleeping.

After a few minutes, Deren walked towards Zick with the horse beside him.

''Here are the things you needed sir.'' Passing on the books and clothes through the space ring, Deren gave the horse's reign to Zick.

''Which nobles does this village belong to and did you see someone appearing out of thin air around?''

''.....The Gerthel family and a messenger from lord garthel asked the same thing a few days ago...'' Deren shook his head, as he looked towards Zick with a little wariness in his heart.

Swish! At that instant, a black sword appeared in Zick's hand. Which he swung at Deren's neck filled with killing intent.

The cursed sword was covered in a black-red mana giving out an ominous feeling.

Deren, in his guard, also tried to take out his sword, but it was too late. Before he could make any noise, his head was split from his body neatly. He dies with a face full of regrets and Indignation.

''I guess my sword skill haven't rusted too much yet.'' Zick was someone who wielded a sword from when he was just eight years old and he had also stayed in the battlefield, so his swordsmanship was higher than many people.

THUD! Deren's corpse fell to the ground with the sword leaving his hand. The ground started getting stained in deep red.

Zick picked up Deren's space ring and then moved away.

Strengthening himself with mana, Zick started moving around the small village and setting mana bomb everywhere quietly. He had gotten this mana bombs from the dead assassins who tried killing him while he travelled to the Academic city.

Putting the sword back into the space ring, Zick got upon the horse and pulled its reign and wore the brown robe.

NEIGH! Zick headed towards the checkpoint of the village.

Two guards stood in front of a wooden door, guarding it vigilantly. Hearing the sound of a horse heading towards them, they turned towards it with a baffled look, the sound was coming from within the village.

They could see a man riding a black horse, which headed towards them.

Seeing that the two guards were nothing but low rank knights, Zick created two fireballs and shot them towards them without hesitation.

The fireball moved at a speed which was impossible to dodge for the two guards. It engulfed them both immediately.

"Ahhhh! Help! Help.....''

''Ahhh! Water! Someone...." The two guards started running around while wailing before burning away, turning into ashes.

Bang!

Breaking through the weak fence, Zick rapidly started making distance from the village.

'Now....' Zick looked towards the village from the back of his horse.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Huge explosions occurred one after another. Black smoke rose from the ground.

Zick had correctly set the timing of the mana bomb after a little calculation.

In the end, the whole village was destroyed.

Feeling that no one was alive within the village, Zick started heading towards the place where Varine was located.

He had killed Deren and villagers to be sure that no future problem would occur. Deren or the villager would without a doubt report about him to the noble above him. This would make them discharge the search group even if just in name. After all, the noble cared a lot about their reputation.

By the time someone finds out about the destruction of the village, Zick would be long gone.

Even after killing hundreds of innocent people, no trace of guilt or remorse appeared within Zick.

Is killing these people a sin? Why is that so?

Zick laughed lightly at this, there was no such thing as sin in this world. It was just what other people made and spread to the others, in hopes that they would follow this without any questioning.

Any organization, once a person is born, would impart their morals and rules, constantly brainwashing. Those that want to surpass humanity's achievements have to break this restraint on their mindset. Sadly, most people are trapped by this their entire lives, using this to move forward with motivation and even use their chained collar as a symbol of pride.

Only a few people are able to break through this restriction and Zick was one of them. He was a person with low morals from the beginning. Even the bit of moral left within him had vanished after coming to this world.

'People living such a life are really pitiful.'

Zick looked in front of him. A forest appeared at the end of his view. Not hesitating, he started heading towards it.

Luckily there were tracks in the forest, following this track only a few monsters would appear in front of him.

'It would take me a day to reach Varine at this speed. The time can increase if I face any problem while I travel too. If I find a city, I should try to buy the items used for the unorthodox method too.'

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Sitting within a steel cage, Varine looked at the front with a blank look.

'I guess, I am really cursed....' Varine eyes looked very dim, almost like a dead person.

Two weeks had passed since she was teleported to this place. She was teleported in a secluded village with little to no connection to the outside. Even the noble in charge of the village ignored it most of the time.

The good natured village chief and his wife living in the huts decided to take her in and gave her a place to live and eat. Both of them were already in their fifties.

In the beginning, Varine couldn't understand anything because of the burning pain she felt in her head. But after a day, she was able to tell that two elderly people were taking care of him.

She couldn't understand what they were saying in the slightest. This made the couple misunderstand that Varine had lost her memory, treating her more nicely.

At first, Varine was confused about what might have happened, but she soon got used to living in the village. She even started learning how to speak 'everlor' language a little.

Varine, who was filled with despair, started feeling a little lively staying in Zick's mansion in the Academic city. Though she was still filled with worry, it was still better than living in the slave market. She was even given food which was considered as a luxury to her.

In this village too, Varine was aware of the slave seal existence, so knew that Zick would find her soon.

In this village she experienced the warmth of the family after a long time. Making her want to stay longer, this was a very selfish desire.

Then after a week and six days, which was two days ago.

​ Suddenly the noble who supervised the village sent a messenger. Many soldiers also came along with the messenger.

Though Varine couldn't understand what the messenger was saying, she could tell that it was important.

Standing in front of the hut, Varine looked towards the messenger. She got a dangerous feeling from him.

The village chief's eyes glistened with greed for a second before turning the dim. He answered the messenger with disappointment.

''No, there was no such incident in the village.''

The messenger too, with a disappointed look, started walking away.

''Tch, so no one appeared out of thin air here either. I only caught five but I made a fortune. I need more of them.....'' The messenger looked hurried while he walked.

''Hmm....what someone who appeared out of thin air? There was something like that here." A villager spoke in a friendly tone to the messenger.

Hearing that the messenger froze, he had already walked far from the village chief house.

''Ohh! So where is this person?" The messenger looked at the villager with fire in his eyes.

''You must have seen her too, the girl with black hair and golden eyes, who stayed in the village chief house.'' The villager answered back happily, feeling that he came in use to a higher up.

Getting to know that the village chief lied, the messenger ordered the knight behind him to kill the village chief without any hesitation.

That's how Varine was captured again, becoming a slave.

Thud, the messenger, Uthyen, looked directly at Varine's eyes while standing out of the cage.

''I didn't expect you to be a slave before I even found you, but oh well.'' Uthyen had already tried to remove the ownership from the slave seal before, but it surprisingly failed.

'That's a peculiar slave seal and even this girl's owner's blood is weird. I have to wait for a while before selling her, so selling her like this would only lower the money I can get.'

He knew a little about Varine's origin, so he knew that the chances of her owner coming to look for her was low.

Uthyen had already started to prepare a more potent way of removing the slave seal. It cost a lot, but he was confident in gaining a lot after selling Varine to the alchemy tower.

Looking at Uthyen, Varine's eyes shone, she couldn't help but feel hatred rising within her. She wanted to kill him.