Foul Play

Tim was wondering how he could even survive his situation. He could not just accept his fate.

Fine he was thrown into another world without his consent. Why did he get to die when he had not even spent up to a single day in the body of this cursed and useless elf.

He needed a way out. He suddenly remembered something that usually came with the transmigrators.

At least in the books that he read. The transmigrators always had a system that would guide them and five them missions.

Maybe if he could check on something like that then he could actually find a way out of this predicament that he was on.

He was almost empty of blood by the point and he was having a serious battle to hang on to life. ' System.' He thought, but nothing happened.

He wanted to utter the world status window, but he could not.

"System. Show me status screen." He tried another possible combo of words and to his surprise he saw something pop out.

[ Access Denied For User Tim ]

He spat out blood and a mixture of his inner organs from the damaged organs in body due to shock.

How was it that the one thing that transmigrators got when they reincarnate was restricted for him.

He at this point knew that someone that tampered with his transmigration. He did not know for sure but the thought of it was inevitable.

First of all, he reincarnated into a body that was cursed with no mana and was facing banishment.

Secondly, the only thing that was going well for the body. Its regeneration was sort of removed.

Lastly, the System that came with transmigrators when they moved to foreign world was restricted for him.

All this facts that he gathered on his dying tree all came together to form one conclusion. Foul play.

Since foul play was involved, he knew that he would surely die. But a deep resentment formed in his heart against the beings behind the foul play that was put on him.

Even knowing that he was going to die, he still did not let his eyes close, he did not believe in miracles or luck but he desperately hoped for one.

His eyes picked up noise from a group's discussion some meters away from where he was at.

Hope rang throughout his body. He was going to be saved. He couldn't speak or move his body like that but he very much knew that he was going to be saved.

There was no way that the group would not spot him. he made calculations on how he was going to be spotted.

It was easy. His blood had been dripping to the ground from the tree for some minutes now. If they see blood on the ground, then it was only natural for them to look up.

Once they look up, he would forcefully move the limb that was not broken to indicate that he was still alive.

That was the only way he could survive and he anticipated that the group would come in contacts with his blood in the next 3 minutes.

Over 1 minute had passed. Tim was struggling to remain alive by this point. He even very much doubted that he would be alive by the time that the group stumbled on his blood, but something suddenly happened that Tim could not have expected.

The golden knife that he was holding suddenly flew out of his hand and plunged into his heart. PUICHH

Tim opened his mouth in an attempt to scream but alas, nothing came out.

The light in Tim's eyes and mind went blank.

The group that was approaching Tim's location were coming from a dungeon. They had gone for a dungeon raid that was close to the elven territory on the request of the elven kingdom.

The elven kingdom sometimes hired mercenaries to clear out the dungeons for them, and this group turned out to be one of the groups that had just finished a dungeon raid.

The raid they went for was by no means easy, but they were triumphant. They had no causality in the raid and they were happy.

On their way back, one of the members suddenly wanted to get a flower to use to make a certain potion, that was why they heading towards Tim's particular location.

The particular location were Tim crashed at was the location of the flower that the member was looking for.

"I know that it is around here. Please just let me find this rare flower. It is indeed important for me, and you know what is important for me is also important for the group." The only female in the group of 5 said to her colleagues.

She had a deep brown hair and an average looking face.

"Marat. Yes we have heard your reason multiple times. You don't need to be explaining to me over and over again the reason why you want us to go towards this particular location." Efe said to Marat with a tired look on his face. He also had a deep brown hair and an average looking face.

He was the leader of their group but it never seemed like he was the leader. The members of the group just did whatever they wanted.

Things would have even been better if he was the strongest in their group but annoyingly for him. he was not the strongest in their group.

The strongest was Marat. She possessed the rare light elemental affinity and because of that she was the healer of the group, she was also the strongest in the group because of the amount of damage spells that she could dish out.

She was a terrifying person in battle, so whenever they went on any raid. The group never objects to any extra thing she has to say or do.

The biggest looking member of their group, Otto. Suddenly stepped forward and pointed towards a tree, alerting the group "What the hell is that."