Berserk: The Prophet

"Damn it, old drunkard Finney is going on another drunken rampage, get away from him."

"That brat is doomed now. If he doesn't run, he might get hacked to death."

"Hey, why is that kid injured?"

The ordinary people and regulars around him quickly moved away from the crazy drunkard, after all, it wasn't the first or second time that the old drunkard Finney had gone on a drunken rampage in the tavern.

When Green saw this, he was terrified. The two city thugs on his table nervously touched their waists, but unfortunately, they hadn't brought their swords downstairs.

"Ha! Die, you brat!" The drunkard also swung his sword at him.

Green had no choice but to roll the table to the other side, but the drunkard persisted and smashed the table to pieces.

"Ahhh!" The drunkard was still chasing after Green with his drunken gait, and Green could only resort to his old tricks to find gaps to dodge.

"What's going on?!" Lude and the others also noticed the commotion in the tavern, but the crowd blocked their view, and they couldn't get there in time.

“Grimm!!” Ali’s voice came from behind him, as he was holding Grimm’s two-handed greatsword in his arms.

Since being rescued by Green, he has been very clear about his duties. Although he had just picked up a broken one-handed sword on the battlefield today, Ali has not forgotten his duty as a servant.

That means you have to carry Grimm's weapon with you at all times.

Green looked towards Ali's direction and saw his weapon. Green's eyes lit up, and he immediately planned a route to Ali's vicinity. Along the way, many tables were destroyed, causing chaos in the entire tavern.

Food and drinks were spilled all over the ground, which annoyed many people, but no one wanted to get hurt over such a trivial matter, since the drunkard was carrying a sword, and no one wanted to risk their life for such a small thing.

Ali tossed the two-handed greatsword in his arms to Grin, who caught it. Although it was a bit difficult to swing it with one hand, it was no problem. After all, with the blessing of Belial, his strength of 22 points meant he could swing it 110 times even with one hand. As long as his body was fine, dealing with a drunkard was more than enough.

Green flung his scabbard away, then charged up a powerful double-sword swing, slashing the drunkard back. [Dealing 26 damage to the opponent]

"Damn it, you're dead!" Finney, a drunkard who had never been resisted before, got angry and swung his sword at Green with all his might.

But Green wasn't about to let Ruyi stand there dumbfounded. The moment the sword slashed down, he dodged to the side, and with a thrust, pierced the drunkard's shoulder, staining it crimson with blood. [Inflicts 10 damage to the opponent]

"Aaaaah, you wretched little mouse!" The drunkard swung his sword again.

"Snap!" "Smack!"

The sound of clashing swords rang out, and Grimm's blade even struck Finney's face hard, leaving a large red mark and two knife wounds. [Inflicts 2 points of damage to the opponent]

In all his years, when had Finney ever suffered such a humiliating defeat? To be beaten by a mere brat made him momentarily clear-headed, and he began to take things seriously.

"Damn it..."

Getting beaten into a serious position by a brat isn't a good look, but if I can't defeat this kid now, I'll probably become the laughingstock of the entire Port Tulai—it would be a disgrace!

"Ping!" "Bang!"

The two fought back and forth, with the drunkard occasionally taking a slash from the greatsword. He should be thankful that the two-handed greatsword was an unsharpened one given to him by the system, otherwise the drunkard would have been a lifeless corpse long ago.

It's really time to get a new weapon. Green is starting to struggle. The wound on his right shoulder seems to have reopened, and blood is flowing out continuously.

"Hey!! Go for it, kid!"

"Hahaha, I thought that drunkard Finney was something special because he often caused trouble in the tavern, but it turns out he can't even beat a little brat."

"He's just an injured little kid!!"

"Hahahaha." The people around him, enjoying the spectacle, mocked and ridiculed the drunkard Finney's incompetence.

Finney's face was flushed red; it was already rosy from drinking, but now, in his anger and embarrassment, it looked like blood was about to drip from it.

Green cursed under his breath that these people not only didn't help, but also added fuel to the fire. In his injured state, it became increasingly difficult for him to wield the two-handed sword with one hand to defend against Finney's attacks. He was careless for a moment and was slashed on his right arm. Wooden splints and bandages were scattered all over the ground. Fortunately, the splints stopped him, otherwise his arm would probably have been cut off.

[Received 16 damage, current health 4/62]

"Hahaha, you can't take it now, can you, you brat?" The drunkard Finney suddenly burst into laughter. He didn't believe that this brat could do anything to him even in this state.

Green was knocked back two or three steps, using his left hand to lean on his two-handed greatsword and take a short rest. His right hand was still completely numb, just lying casually at his side. His head was dizzy from losing too much blood today, and his vision was sometimes black and sometimes bright, as if he could faint at any moment.

"Heh heh heh, prepare to die!!"

The drunkard Finney was furious at the thought of how those people had mocked him. He felt he had to kill the brat to protect his reputation. With a ferocious expression, he raised his sword and slashed at Green.

"Green!!!"

Just as Cheko squeezed through the crowd, he saw that the boy Green was covered in wounds and about to be cut down by the sword.

He vaguely heard Uncle Cheko's anxious voice, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. Unfortunately, it was too late for him to get there now.

Having spent six years in this world, in a world of nothing but slaughter, death seemed to be the best salvation. The dual exhaustion of body and mind caused a death wish to arise in Green's drowsy mind.

Nevertheless, six years of sword life and relentless mental training caused his body to react instinctively. The muscles of the giant beast on his chest seemed to writhe, and for a moment it was unclear whether it was Green's own reaction or driven by some force.

No, I can't collapse here. I promised her I would give her a whole castle.

Just as Green was thinking this, his body involuntarily dodged the opponent's sword, the chilling death aura that had been emanating from his body quickly receded, and his eyes were filled with a desire for life and ruthlessness towards the enemy.

"Drink it all!!!"

Right, I can't fall down here!!!

Grimm's greatsword slammed into the back of the neck of the drunkard who had missed his target, unleashing unprecedented power. [48 damage dealt to the opponent, drunkard Finney stunned, 300 experience points gained + an additional 300 experience points.]

"Uh..." Before losing consciousness, Finney's eyes were still filled with disbelief at his missed attempt, but unfortunately, he was knocked unconscious by the greatsword before he could even react.

At that moment, several hurried footsteps could be heard, including the voices of Cheko and Ali, as well as the tavern owner, who was probably asking if he was alright. However, he couldn't hear clearly anymore. Although Green's eyes were open, they were completely black, but he didn't want to fall down.

“I admit he drew his sword first, and you have the right to use his wallet!” The tavern owner took Finney’s money bag from the ground and deducted the money from it to compensate the tavern. After all, it was an old rule to have people draw their swords and duel at will in the tavern.

"Of course, I also hope he has a pulse; otherwise, someone dying in the shop wouldn't be good for the reputation..."

"Alright, alright, what's the point of saying all this?! Something's happened in the tavern, why don't you call your thugs to pull them apart?!"

"This isn't a duel!! He's just an injured child!!"

"I..." *Thump*

Before the tavern owner could explain anything, Green had already collapsed unconscious into Cheko's arms.