Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 16: Black Swordsman

Translator: CKtalon

William had seen this man at Dogtooth Tavern.

He had sat alone, drinking in a corner of the tavern. He seemed to be the only person who went there to drink.

Moreover, this person had been staring at him since he entered.

Was it because greed had gotten over him? Was it because he acted wealthy in the tavern that resulted in him being targeted and followed by the greedy?

However, wouldn't it be too exaggerated to rob with a door-sized sword?

Moreover, such an alternate world plot development was too cliché.

As his thoughts raced, William still asked with a relaxed expression, "Is there a problem?"

"The Miners Brotherhood's territory hasn't been here for a long time. This is only an abandoned mine," the person replied.

William looked at the thin man named Wilson beside him in surprise. The other party was staring at the mysterious swordsman, and his entire body was trembling in fear.

"What's in the mine?" William asked Wilson.

"Nothing."

The one who answered him was the swordsman holding the black iron sword. 

He slowly walked forward and spoke as he walked.

"The mine has been blocked, and the person beside you led two people into this empty mine today. Only he walked out in the end."

"You're very lucky."

He stopped about ten steps away and spoke to William.

"You didn't become the third person today."

With that said, he lifted the cloak that obstructed his movement, bent down, held his sword with both hands, and charged forward.

The distance of ten steps shortened in an instant, and the exaggerated black iron sword in his hand swung out the moment he charged over, swinging it at Wilson's neck.

Logically speaking, Wilson's head should've been sent flying more than ten meters like a rubber ball under this heavy strike, but...

Clang!

The sound of metal colliding rang out, and Wilson was sent flying seven to eight meters away. He rolled a few times before coming to a stop, raising a cloud of slag and dust.

However, his head remained on his neck.

He-or rather, it twitched on the ground and got up.

Its eyes rolled back, and saliva flowed from the corner of its mouth. Its entire body trembled at an extremely exaggerated speed as if something was hiding under its skin.

Its left hand-which had blocked the strike-was bent at a strange angle. Cracks that resembled shattered porcelain extended from it, and a sticky dark-green liquid slowly flowed out.

"Who are you?"

The thing that was once called Wilson asked in a terrified voice.

"The person who will send you on your way."

With that said, the black swordsman charged forward and swung his sword again.

The monster's shattered left arm failed to block the heavy sword. Its arm and head were sliced off by the black swordsman, and it flew into the mine far away.