Berserk: The Prophet

Seranti charged toward Wenger, his eyes gleaming with determination. He leaped into the air, brandishing his scimitar, and pounced on Wenger's back, using the double blades as a fulcrum to plunge into Wenger's shoulder.

Wenger sensed Seranti's intention and struggled violently to shake him off. However, Seranti was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, his right-hand scimitar was slashing towards Wenger's neck.

At that critical moment, Wenger, in a desperate gamble, dropped his saber and, with his powerful right hand, yanked the mithril chains binding his arm. A silver knight fell from his horse, and Wenger then used his right arm to throw Thrandt away. Thrandt crashed heavily into a tree, coughing up blood, and fell into a deep sleep.

At that very moment, Vilian had already set up his mithril lance and launched a final charge against Wenger.

"Pfft-!"

The mithril spear pierced Wenger's extremely tough skin in an instant. A flash of golden light appeared, and the pierced body was immediately burned, causing golden liquid to flow out continuously.

“Jeh——!!”

Even if Wenger was unwilling, he could only die here. The red light in his eyes gradually faded, and his strong body completely melted into a pool of scorching gold.

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【Sword Wind】

Baziso brought Green a bucket of water and some dried meat. Seeing Green's withdrawn appearance, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Hey, I don't know what happened, but you should still eat something, boss." Bazso laid out the food on the straw mat, and he had just gone to fetch water.

Boss...

Green's lifeless eyes lit up for a moment before dimming again. He would never hear that dull boy call him that again, would he?

"...Yes, thank you, Bazzo."

Greene took the bowl, wet with tears, and drank it all down. Those who are alive must look forward.

The parched throat, nourished by the sweet rain, instantly awakened the physiological thirst for survival. Sure enough, this body, no matter what... since it had come into this world, would inevitably continue to live without reason, and then... pursue an ending that was meaningless.

"...Let me be alone for a while."

Green curled up in a corner, a posture that always made him feel more at ease, whether in his past life or this one.

Seeing Green's state, Baziso felt bad and silently walked out of the tent, thinking that he must be the one who dragged Green down. He secretly vowed to become stronger.

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Green wasn't one to run away from the truth, especially since he was worried about Seranty's safety. But... in his illusory space, he could do nothing but watch time pass on the screen.

...A blue line of text lit up at the edge of the screen.

"...His injuries are healing quickly under the healer's care, so don't worry too much, Seranthi." Trunks' voice rang in your ears.

Seeing this, Green breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was still alive, and his anxiety finally subsided. He also reflected on his impulsive actions, but given the circumstances surrounding Ali's situation... could it really be left like that?

[Your character has reached level 24. Please allocate your points.]

Seeing the system pop-up, Green immediately allocated some intelligence. Perhaps with more intelligence, he could make more brilliant decisions.

After some thought, I realized that it would be difficult to lead troops alone now, so I should focus on improving my personal skills and abilities. I allocated the other two points to horsemanship, so that I could ride most of the well-equipped warhorses to charge. Otherwise, every time I followed Trunks' legion, I could only ride those that were not armored.

Character: Green [Attendant]

Age: 7 years old

Level: 24 (Experience points required for the next stage)

Health: 62/63

Strength: 17+5 [Has obtained the Mark of Belial, Strength +5, Unlocked Abilities: Dragon Flame*1, Berserk*1 (Temporarily immune to pain in battle). Passive: Unyielding (Immune to the effects of fear and other negative status effects).]

Agility: 12

Intelligence: 15 [Mental Strength 450/450]

Charisma: 11

As for the dragon flame... Green concentrated and silently chanted for three seconds before a flame the size of a burning alcohol lamp appeared. Within moments, beads of sweat appeared on Green's forehead. [Mental Strength -1]

"..."

Although it won't be of much use for now, I should still practice diligently. Otherwise, the awkward moment when I can't concentrate and still have to light the match at a crucial moment is really quite frustrating.

"Gululu——"

The sound of hunger... even living in such a world, one still feels hungry and wants to fill their stomach to survive.

"..." Green opened his eyes, which were still slightly red and swollen from being curled up in the corner. Sadness alone would not solve any problems. The most important task was to survive. Only by becoming strong could he protect what he wanted to protect.

Seeing the dried meat by the straw mat, Green, who had regained his spirits, picked up the dried meat and began to chew it with bowls of cold water. There was still a lot of wheat bread in his space, and this body really needed to replenish a lot of energy.

Having filled his stomach, Green stepped out of the tent. Although his seven-year-old body didn't look very big, he had a surprisingly large appetite. He ate two loaves of bread weighing over a pound, along with dried meat and half a bucket of water. This one meal was enough to consume a week's worth of food that an old farmer had painstakingly saved.

A whole day passed quickly, so quickly that Green still hadn't figured out where Juda's camp was, or where Guts and Gambino were.

It was summer, and almost a year had passed since they left.

Green wandered around the military camp for a long time but still couldn't find out any news about the Fierce Bear Regiment. He did hear that Midland's military operations had recently quieted down a lot, and that Juda had also run into a lot of trouble that needed to be dealt with.

The loss of the White Dragon Knights and the capture of Yuris have severely damaged the morale of Midland. The kingdom is raising funds to conduct a prisoner exchange with Juda, and things are expected to calm down for a while.

In short, there is no major war between the two countries in the short term.

By sheer chance, Green bumped into a person dressed in strange clothes and wearing a white mask as he turned around. Beside him were other strange people dressed in strange clothes, some too slender and others too muscular.

...This mask looks familiar.

"...We meet again, Faircody's page."

Faircody? Who is that?

“We just met a few days ago, I don’t think your memory is that bad.” A white mask, carefully maintained by its owner, was almost pressed against Green’s face.