Berserk: The Prophet

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"Huh...huh..."

Green wiped the blood from his face; the dried blood on his armor had congealed into a layer of frost.

A pile of corpses lay scattered on the ground, their clothes tattered. The slightly better off ones were only wearing a couple more worn-out linen clothes. Without exception, all of these people were emaciated.

...It looks like a slave who escaped from Blackrock Prison.

"Let's keep going. Which wave of refugees is this?"

"I can't remember, but I guess it was the fourth batch," Jacob replied with difficulty. Even in winter, the low-lying areas in this mountain valley were very damp, full of dark swamps that looked like asphalt.

"Ugh."

Green sighed, looking up. At first, the emaciated bandits were quite fearful and timid of their mercenary attire. Ever since Green and his group had lunch, a group of bandits had been following them, their numbers growing larger and larger. Their eerie green eyes were like those of hungry wolves, as if they wanted to devour them alive.

Green, in particular, felt his scalp tingle from the staring of the group of starving people, and many of them even drooled over him.

"...It's a child."

"...Her round face looks so delicious."

This startled Green; he feared that these starving convicts might have already resorted to cannibalism.

His expression was just like that of the refugees in Orléans two years ago, who were also desperate for food.

He had personally witnessed what people on the verge of starvation would do to survive; they couldn't be called human... they were worse than animals.

Suppressing his fear and disgust, Green gripped his weapon tightly and whispered to Jacob, "These people have completely lost their minds. We can no longer have any pity for them. We must protect ourselves."

As the sun set, the group gathered and blocked their path. Once the bloody battle and struggle for survival began, it could not end.

The stench of blood attracted wild beasts that kept them from resting even at night. Soldiers had to patrol more frequently, and when they woke up the next day, they would find that the number of corpses on the ground had decreased significantly, and there were traces of being eaten by some unknown beast.

The howling wolves from last night kept him awake, so Green used a blue card from his card slot to exchange for 20 Pande armed infantrymen. After distributing the rations in the morning, he continued his march.

Without time to clean their armor, the group wiped their weapons clean, collected all the usable arrows, and continued along the path through the swamp. Everyone carried a lot of long ropes with them, and they proceeded carefully.

It was already evening when they crossed the swamp, and then it was another uphill road, but they should be getting close to the Black Rock Prison the old man had mentioned.

Watching the sunset from halfway up the mountain is a unique experience. Everyone lit a bonfire and used a small iron pot to collect spring water to cook.

There's also a natural hot spring nearby, which is perfect for washing away the mud from the swamp and relieving the fatigue of the day.

After washing off the mud and having dinner, Green arranged for everyone to take turns keeping watch.

The washing of the armor can be left to the soldiers below. The main point is to free up your hands. It's good to be the boss. You don't have to do everything yourself.

Perhaps he was too tired tonight, Green lay down on the makeshift straw mat, wrapped in a fur blanket, and quickly fell asleep.

[Host age: 10 years old, due to the Chosen One trait - all four dimensions +1]

—Barkley—

Pandeli 239.

A young man with royal blood from the ancient Pande kingdom is eager to return to his homeland.

He will depart from Port Tulae in Barkley to begin his journey to the throne.

When Green set off from inside the city to outside with several dozen guards, Fertness surprisingly did not immerse himself in the study of the equipment, but came to see him off.

"...Remember to send me a letter. I will try my best to improve our inventions or research some new gadgets. If you are interested, remember to exchange some of Pendor's specialties with me."

"Of course, I will not forget our correspondence. In your spare time from researching new inventions, remember to be a qualified heir to the Grand Duke."

Green and Fetna encouraged each other; compared to the beginning, the boys had shed much of their naivety.

Having grown accustomed to being a child in a feudal era with cold weapons, it was as if everything he had experienced in his previous life was just a dream, and his real life was only just beginning.

"Whenever you're no longer willing to venture into Pendor, the city of Pens and the Demiaris family will always be your strong support." Trunks also came to see him off. With one arm missing, he was more mature than ever and cherished those around him even more. It seemed that he had already reconciled with the Duke.

Despite his physical limitations, Duke Casarian watched the boy leave from the rooftop.

Seranti did not appear, but Green was certain that he was watching him from somewhere.

“I appreciate your kindness, and I will forever remember the kindness of the Demiaris family.” Green smiled slightly at Trunks, then mounted his warhorse and waved goodbye to Duke Casarian on the balcony upstairs.

Goodbye, everyone in Pence City, take care.

Green shook hands with Trunks, Fetnas, and others as a final farewell before slowly driving away from the castle with his guards, his face-covering helmet pulled down.

From today onwards, he will officially become an adventurer and begin to face his life alone.

He's supposed to be a person, but he doesn't seem to be doing that badly.

At least, unlike in his previous life, he now has these loyal subordinates, and Green is full of expectations for the future.

Hidden in a corner of the castle, Seranti watched Green's departing figure in silence. What kind of future could this ten-year-old boy create in Pendor?

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Berserk-

Green slowly opened his heavy eyelids; the fatigue from last night had not yet completely subsided before he had to continue his journey.

The dragon pattern on his chest was more vibrant than usual, indicating that the little dragon was about to awaken again.

Green stared at the mark left by the dragon ring on his left middle finger, lost in memories of last night in Barkley.

Seranti knew that he was going to leave Barkley.

Perhaps unwilling to face the prophesied child mentioning that unknown memory from back then, Trunks personally handed him the dragon ring.

The ring was engraved with a small golden dragon, with a wine-red gemstone set in the center. It seemed as if a faint yet strange magic power swirled around the ring, and the exquisite carvings and patterns adorned the band.

On the inside of the ring, a name is displayed—Mordred Beligat Pendragon.

Mordred... Following the naming conventions of the High Priests of the Ancient Pande Empire, it should be the name of the next heir to the Ancient Pande Empire, the name of a king.

However, Green felt that his current name suited him better; Green is Green, even though his life was not a fairy tale.

Green casually slipped the ring onto the middle finger of his left hand, and felt a strange power flow down his finger into his heart, converging into the totem on his chest.

Amazingly, the ring seemed to have been absorbed by Green, melting into the middle finger of his left hand and forming a finer gold-red pattern that looked very much like the little dragon.

...It seems that there are still miracles left by magic on the land of Pendor.

Taking a deep breath, Green got up, packed his luggage into his spatial storage, and led the group to continue their advance towards Blackrock Prison.

Along the way, they encountered more and more convicts and emaciated slaves. Their gleaming armor shone coldly in the sunlight. This time, however, few were foolish enough to cause trouble. Instead, they looked at Green and his group with fear and took a detour.

But now that everyone's run away, where are they going to ask about the whereabouts of the Fierce Bear Gang? Green felt that the fear in these people's eyes wasn't just a simple feeling that these soldiers were not easy to mess with, but rather a kind of hatred-like fear.

Hmm... looks like we'll have to bring a few people over for questioning.

Green didn't rush to catch anyone; instead, he started a fire and cooked a meal after reaching the top of the mountain.

The mountains in this area are connected and covered with lush vegetation. Although most of the shrubs look bare now except for the pine trees, some mountains have depressions in the middle that hold large natural lakes.