Chapter 1: The Bloody Beginning

"Fuck my life!"

The boy threw the stone creating a small splash in the water. He shouted at the top of his lungs to curse whichever God that reincarnated him.

" Damit! it's been a year since I came here and if things keep going like this I'll be stuck here forever."

The boy thought he really lost out in the reincarnation lottery. While others are reborn as hero, prince or aristocrat he has the misfortune of reincarnating in the body of a commoner.

Ok , it's alright, this is the start of an unlikely hero's journey, right? wrong! Do you think real life is like in the light novel? An office will always remain an office worker. Only a handful of people will be successful over many even in the modern world . So, What chance does a mere commoner have in a society strictly segregated by hierarchy?

In this world one's social standing decides one's fate.

" Forgot any magic , i can't even use mana. And if i were able to use mana I'd be immediately executed."

In this world being able to use mana or magic is considered God's blessings. And the aristocracy are only people permitted to practice sacred arts as God's chosen ones. Why? obviously because of their pure blood that's why. So anyone without pure blood practicing sacred arts is a heretic and must be disposed of.

Ah so no, if you suddenly found out you have a large amount of mana at first your parentage would be questioned then you will be put on trial by church then burned at the stake.

" It's not like i am the only otherworlder here. So why did I get the shot end of the stick? "

In this world you have a hero summoning retual to summon heroes from other worlds. Obviously this is a novice package for anyone from his world coming here. But not only did he not get summoned but woke up inside the body of a nobody.

"What's worse i am not even a free man anymore but a serf!"

About a year ago a college student's soul from the 21st century woke up inside the body of a serf boy named Cnute in a fantasy world. He didn't have any surname or any family for that matter or anyone he was particularly close with. He was working as a stable boy in a baron's castle. As he was considered a muslehead, no one noticed the subtle changes in him after recovering from a fever.

"I want to strangle those authors who made it seem like mediaeval times were such a wonderful time where knights in shining armor fighting for honour and justice, ya i want them to at least spend a month to get a real taste of this."

For someone pampered in luxuries of the 21st century this fantasy world is nothing short of hell .

While being a serf , which basically means agricultural slave, saw the real face of the mediaeval world.

"My liege lord practically owns me. I have work on the field of my local lord and in exchange get two bowls of rice. Yep that's it. "

After working for ten hours a day in the field he still had to sleep on an empty stomach.

The more he saw this world he became disgusted by it. Injustice, oppression, slavery, class system you name it .Every fiber of his modern soul found this world's existence revolting.

The boy glared at the hateful men and grapes the small dagger in his pocket.

" There is a chance today."

Today was a special day indeed. Today he acted as a collie to a group of baron's knights escorting two carages. Making a perfect chance for escape.

"Hey you! what are you doing? go fetch some water." A knight wearing a full plate armour ordered him

"Y..yes sir."

He picked the bucket . He still hesitated to take the final step.

"It's not like it's that hard to escape but I need the means to survive after that."

In this world where the strong prey on weak there it is a very dangerous gamble to survive on his own. He had seen people selling their own to slavery than running away. The reason being though they are exploited it also works as a protection. Similar to Mafia racat in his previous world.

The boy didn't know he'll soon be forced to take those decisions

When he came back with water he found six men looking at him.

(Holy crap, they're serious. I don't like the look in these guys' eyes...)

One of them was an old man, dressed in what looked like heavy robes, embroidered with silver and gold threads.

"Oh?" The robed old man spoke to one of the soldiers standing behind him, keeping his gaze fixated on Cnute.

"Is it fine for me to use him? The Baron surely won't like to lose a fine one like him ." The man he spoke to the one had red plumage decorating the top of his helmet.

"Nay, Lord Giselle, I believe the baron will be pleased to know that he was able to be useful to you."

Cnute felt the men's eyes regarded him with the weight of a merchant assessing the value of his merchandise.

"Hmm, Again thank the baron for helping me unlock the seal, now i need enough ether ... So be it. We will find out just how useful he is once we use his ethar.", the old one gestured. "Let us make haste and carve the slave seal on him... Go on."

Hearing his words, the other three soldiers moved in on Cnute slowly in a formation, surrounding him while keeping their halberds pointed in his direction.

( s..slave seal ? What's going on here?! )

But before he could organise his thoughts three men caught him and pushed him down the floor.

Cnute can only scream.

" Hey! let me go ! what are you..."

Then the old man came forward and started to draw something on his forehead while chanting something in an unfamiliar language.

Cnute tried to struggle but to no avail. Suddenly an incomprehensible force entered his body while screamed out of pain.

"Ahhhhhhh.hhhahhhh...."

Cnute felt his evey brone is breaking, mussel torn apart and every nerve melting as he is losing control of his body.

" Leave him, it's a tough one." The old turned around with a nonchalant expression. Leaving Cnute with two guards.

As Cnute kept screaming in pain ,he nearly lost consciousness. But slowly the pain decreased as a warm feeling took over him.

He didn't know whether it was a minute or an hour but Cnute slowly opened his eyes and tried to get up, drenched in sweat.

Cnute quickly surveyed his surroundings. The important thing right now was securing a way out. There were five enemies, plus the old man in the robes.

His Instructor's words floated into his mind: "If you want to survive , show your foes no mercy."

That was an unforgivable choice to make. It was more than just resolving to kill; it was a taboo a man living in modern times should never break.

He chose the path that would lead to his survival, even if it was a bloodied road of carnage. The animalistic instincts slumbering within Cnute were beginning to awaken.

(Now it's now or never.)

As the two guards approached him he greeted them with a wide grin. Just as if they were close friends heading towards him.

Seeing the smile directed at them, the soldiers exchanged glances in what looked like confusion. Their confusion was to be expected. An abducted individual wouldn't normally grin at their captors.

Stricken by doubt and confusion, the soldiers stood still, stopping their advance towards him.

Then, in a flash, Cnute broke into a run towards the soldier on his right side, and thrust his index finger deep into his left eye socket, right down to the knuckle.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?!" An animalistic howl erupted from the soldier's lungs.

The eye was one of the more vital and easily damaged parts of the human body. Even a grain of sand entering into it could inflict a significant amount of pain, and he gouged it out without mercy.

The eye-gouged soldier fell to the floor, howling and screaming in agony like an animal.

Then without a moment's notice he hit the other soldier on his cervical vertebrae, exposed in the gaps between his armor. In one fluid motion, he mercilessly drove his elbow into the soldier's defenseless neck.

With a wet, blunt crushing noise the sound of the soldier's neckbones snapped under the force of Cnute's blow. The soldier violently crashed to the floor, blood frothing from his mouth.

It had taken Cnute mere seconds to attack and dispatch two soldiers.

(Looks like my time in the military wasn't wasted.)

This totally unexpected development left everyone in the room stunned. And while everyone around him struggled to process what just transpired, Cnute pulled the sword from the toppled soldier's waist and ran toward the other two soldiers.

His surprise attack may have gone well, but he was still at an overwhelming disadvantage.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Roaring like a beast, he threw the long knife in his hands into the stupefied face of another soldier.

Before the soldier could react the entered his throat putting an end to his life instantly.

(Three down three more to go.)

Cnute overcome by bloodlust glared at them. He saw the old man spreading his right palm with a symbol drawn towards him , shouting hysterically.

" Stop! I order you to stop! Obey my command slave!"

Cnute let out an evil smile.

"Die!" Someone suddenly shouted behind him, and swung a halberd in his direction. The soldier's expression was filled with wrath at the murder of his comrades.

But Cnute easily evaded the attack. he grabbed the soldier and leapt over his body, positioning it in front of the other soldier as a shield.

A blunt noise rang out. It was the sound of the halberd lodging itself with full force into the doomed soldier's armor, stabbing into his body.

(Moron. )

Cnute moved around the soldier, who was desperately struggling to pull his halberd out of his comrade's body, and once again struck a spear hand at his exposed throat.

But before he could celebrate the situation suddenly changed. The old man's voice suddenly reached his ears. "Spirits of thunder! Spirits of wind!"

Turning around, he found the robed man had brandished his hands towards him and begun reciting what sounded like a prayer aimed at some kind of transcendent being.

( What? What is he... No, crap!)

Senseing danger he grabbed the other soldier and used him as a shield.Soon an exploration rang out across the room.

Boom!

" Abide by my will and crush my enemy! Serio!"

Just as Cnute dove to the ground, the old man finished his incantation and blades of violent wind and heavy lightning shot from his hands.

"He dropped dead!" The old man spat out after firing his powerful spell. In contrast to his heavy breathing, the old man's face was distorted in a smile.

No one could take it head on and survive. He was confident in this spell's power. Hence, the old man lowered his guard without confirming his kill...

Realizing the old man had let down his guard, Cnute leaped to his feet immediately with the agility of a wild ape lunging at his prey. He closed the distance between the old man and himself in the blink of an eye. The old man, realizing what was happening at once, began reciting another incantation, but it was far too late.

Sshhhhhhh....

Without wasting a single second Cnute slid open his throat.

Then moments passed by ,he kept looking at the corpses with dead eyes , some kind of feeling began to emerge within him.

Even in his own world he felt something was missing.

This may well have been Cnute's true nature, which had never been seen by anyone before sealed away by the chains of reason. And these would be the first unfortunate victims of that primal nature.

With a curled up smile he looked to the sky and spoke,

" I will survive. Nothing can stand in my way of survival. I will change this rotten world through iron and blood."

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