Berserk: The Prophet

The group remained silent throughout the journey until they returned to Pens. The two knights and five squires then went to report to Trunks, their expressions appearing quite serious.

Ever since seeing that sight, Green's face had turned pale, and he seemed absent-minded no matter who called him. Trunks arranged for a healer from the Blue Disciples to take care of him, and he was given two bowls of calming medicine and told to rest more for the next two days. However, every time he closed his eyes, he dreamed of those terrifying, cruel, and unspeakable scenes.

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Howls, screams, cries of anguish, sobs of grief...

The skulls in that scene were agape with their empty jaws agape, emitting piercing screams from women and children.

Desire, greed, hatred, grief, pain, longing... all sorts of negative emotions and desires echoed in my mind. The only thing that could keep moving forward in such a world was the instinct and will to survive with an extreme desire for survival. And survival itself, for all things, needs no reason.

Just to survive, struggle, challenge, and struggle again...

Struggling on that "line" between life and death...

The challenge is how to escape from the enormous vortex of death and break free from the shackles of fate.

There... is an abyss... like a giant vortex or a black hole... no one can escape its gravity, and all actions are merely revolving around it.

The long, chain-like body is like the DNA chain etched into the genes of all things, representing the bestiality and evil deeply rooted in the genes... and all of this is for the sake of better... survival!

No one knows how deep the abyss truly is; only the demons who slumber there know... They are born to kill without end, a path with no beginning and no end, stretching to the very edge of the universe.

Green's soul drifted here, not knowing why he had come here, or if it was just a dream. The scene changed.

A pair of huge, scarlet vertical pupils were staring intently at Green, those eyes filled with nothing but an endless thirst for devouring and killing; it craved blood.

"Hahahaha...Are you the one He chose?"

The deep voice echoed with ancient notes, a complex voice that seemed to mix together all known and unknown creatures, androgynous yet carrying a distinct beastly roar. Just by listening to it speak, one could tell how much it craved killing and devouring fresh blood, and even one's own temperament was affected by it, becoming irritable and easily angered.

A thirst for killing!!!

He even wanted to taste the sensation of blood and flesh tearing between his lips and teeth. Rage and escalating killing intent assaulted Green's brain, causing a splitting headache and a buzzing sound.

What "chosen person"? Don't talk nonsense, you strange fellow! You don't understand at all... what's the point?

The Belial on its chest roared furiously, the totem swelling up as if it were about to be peeled off, its bright red scales radiating a dazzling red light, its four sharp claws gripping the flesh and blood in front of Green's chest.

"Roar!"

The young Beligat neighed, its tiny golden horn on its forehead and golden spines on its back gleaming with a holy light; it was calling out.

"...Erida."

A gentle voice came from above, accompanied by a soft golden light that instantly illuminated the entire abyss. Countless subterranean creatures looked toward the light, but for most of the abyss creatures, the light was too dazzling, so blinding that it made them weep.

"Aaaaaah!! Erigar!!!"

Within the darkness beyond the reach of even light, accompanied by a deafening roar, a colossal form emerged. It was a jet-black dragon, its massive horns, resembling those of a male goat, perfectly matching the black goat image on the heretical emblem. The demonic aura emanating from it was comparable to its own light, creating a stark contrast of darkness—an endless, impenetrable night.

My head is throbbing... The evil and curses accumulated in this roar are too ancient, and this power is not something that mortals can contend with.

The holy and immaculate deity remained as gentle as ever, soothing the distorted emotions and tyranny. With a wave of His hand, Green instantly felt all his discomfort disappear, his limbs gradually regaining sensation, and he was about to be pushed out of this dream! There are still so many questions I haven't been able to answer!!

Why did I come to this land?! Answer me!!

Before waking up, Green asked the question that had been nagging at him. Being thrown into a world full of war, violence, and bloodshed without any reason would surely stir up a lot of emotions in anyone. If he had lived in a chaotic world before, that would be one thing, but why should a well-educated person, someone with a sound moral compass, be brought to a world where people are not even considered human, but are treated as worthless as pigs, dogs, and weeds?

"...If you want to know the answer, then try your best to live on."

Just as Green was about to press for more information, his consciousness seemed to rush back through countless spaces. He opened his eyes, sat up abruptly in bed, panting heavily and drenched in cold sweat, as if the sensations in his dream were not an illusion, but something he had just experienced.

The words of the deity still echoed in his ears, and the totem on his left chest was in unbearable pain, as if it were twisting and throbbing with pain connected to his heart.

"Uh..."

Green collapsed onto the soft mattress, clutching his chest and curling up in pain. Sweat soaked his clothes. After a while, the stabbing pain subsided. Lying on his back, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, the smell of blood still lingering...

His right hand was stained with blood, and when he looked down, he found that the fabric on his left chest was stained red with blood. Green sighed, took off his shirt, and found that the bleeding on his chest had stopped and was about to scab over. He could still feel Beligat's faint breath, and it would probably need to rest for a while.

"knock knock"

"Young Master Ryan, it's time to come out for breakfast," a servant's urging voice rang out from outside the door.

"Okay, I'll be right there!"

I need to go to class now, or I'll get my hands slapped again.

Green quickly changed his clothes, grabbed a piece of bread downstairs, and hurriedly ran to the private library classroom in the castle, making the servant who had already prepared breakfast shake his head.

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In Pence, where mechanical engineering is at its most advanced, a large clock tower for calculating time stands beneath the dragon of justice at the highest point. The four-sided dials and uniform hour, minute, and second hands operate through internal gears and power from flowing water. Every Pence resident can look up to see what time it is. A day is 24 hours, just like in his previous life, but now Green is less than a minute away from being late.

That was close, I was almost late.

Under the unfriendly gaze of his tutor, Green sat down in his seat, ready to begin today's lesson.

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