Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Chapter 875 255: Ultimately, Still Need a Battle, Beginning of the Holy Hall Assessment (10K)_4

After a moment, he said: "Let's speed up a bit... These guys are somewhat annoying."

Outside the window, the wind and rain swayed as if a storm was about to break.

In the twilight, one could vaguely see the full view of Titan City.

Kael chuckled and said: "Finally made it this far, who would want to shrink back to that little place? Ultimately... we have to fight!"

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[Location: Northern Wilderness · Tribal Border · Unknown Small Tribe]

A barbarian boy fell into a deep dream.

In a daze, he seemed to hear an unbearably piercing voice: "Useless barbarian, get up quickly, you almost smashed our luggage!"

That voice was full of displeasure and mockery; he also heard a sound like a toe kicking some soft tissue.

A wrenching pain and phantom pain made his brow furrow instinctively.

The scene in the dream continued.

"You've smashed our luggage, it's good enough we aren't asking you to compensate, don't even think about your wages today, hurry up, someone else, move the luggage up."

Then he heard the sound of a whip being wielded, and the clang of the wagon loaded with goods colliding on the ground.

Then, the barbarian boy saw what seemed to be a beautifully dressed human youth, not much older than himself, pausing by his side.

The surroundings halflings timidly stepped aside because of him. When those hands were placed on his numb and painful body, that warmth seemed to reignite his cold and silent blood.

Ah, now I remember, that's the scene of my first encounter with my benefactor.

Reflecting now, it seems a long time has passed, how did I use to say it back then?

Oh right, back then I...

Already felt like I was dying.

In the dream, it seemed the muffled cries of myself from the past came again:

"No, don't... don't... I'll be fine soon, listen to me, cough~ Sir, I'll be fine soon."

Clearly out of breath, yet instinctively retreating when the benefactor said, "Let me treat you a bit first."

"Please... I don't need it, I have no money, Sir."

Oh, so that's what I said at the time!

In a daze, the barbarian boy's mind replayed the words he had spoken back then.

At that time, my benefactor said to me:

"I save people based on whether I want to, not on how much money you have.

If you genuinely have the heart, when you are capable, try saving those who are like you in desperate situations."

...

A moment later, the dream shattered, and an excruciating pain surged into his chest.

The barbarian boy awoke in a daze from his dream, only to see the tribe engulfed in flames.

"Ah... I remember now."

Suffering and resentment swirled on his face, and in an instant, tears flowed down.

Crossing the tribal land was a group of followers with cross patterns embroidered on their backs; the barbarian boy had seen similar designs in the Orean Independent Kingdom...

They seemed to come from a place called the Holy Hall.

"Aren't you supposed to be shepherds of the true gods? Why, why do this?"

He looked around at the scene in confusion.

What met his eyes were scenes resembling human tragedies.

Seemingly to expedite their march, those followers of the true gods passing through the tribe had no intention of stopping.

In the tribe where he lived, some tried to stop them; what awaited them was merciless slaughter.

Blood watered the flowers on this day.

Their feet crossed the blood-stained flowers, rushing towards the distance without the slightest hesitation, leaving behind a mess.

Then, the barbarian boy rushed forward, wanting to stop them from trampling those bodies lying on the ground, only...

Not wanting to see those corpses trampled into flesh; what greeted him were two fleeting blades.

Splattering blood and his body together fell heavily to the ground, and the blood-stained petals scattered everywhere.

"Am I... still alive?"

The voice of the barbarian boy was somewhat hoarse, as if he couldn't say a word.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands gently pressed on his blood-stained body.

Just as he was about to struggle, someone shouted in tribal tongue: "Don't move, if you don't want to die, don't move, your injuries are severe!"

The barbarian boy hesitated; his dazed mind couldn't support continuous thinking, so he simply chose another way...

He stopped thinking, simply relying on instinct to make choices he deemed right.

Allowing others to bandage his wounds, allowing others to inject Frenzy into his body.

As his physical strength gradually recovered and grew stronger, he finally felt alive again.

"Who are you?"

The barbarian boy finally seemed able to clearly articulate his thoughts in his muddled state.

However, the youth heard only a sound akin to wailing.

That sound was so bleak, he couldn't help but lift his head to look over.

What he saw was a face distorted by sweat and tears.

Seemingly noticing the barbarian boy's awakening, the young man's face bloomed with an unstoppable smile, saying:

"Good~ Good, it's enough to have a living companion!"