Rebirth

Chapter 1 Rebirth

Endless gales howled.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes.

Despite their best efforts, they were still unable to resist.

His protective energy dissipated and vanished, leaving him only able to watch as his body was torn apart inch by inch.

In an instant, consciousness was engulfed by boundless darkness.

"Aa ...

A brown-haired boy lying on the ground let out a piercing scream.

"what?"

I'm alive?

The boy sat up abruptly and touched his body in disbelief.

It wasn't the original dark black brocade robe, but a white undergarment with lace trim. It felt a bit rough, but quite comfortable, though it was stained with something that looked like vomit.

Hands that should have been covered in calluses became fair and exceptionally smooth.

How could someone who practices martial arts have such fair and clean hands?

The room was filled with the sour smell of alcohol mixed with vomit.

Looking around, I was even more astonished. The furniture was all Western style, and there were wine bottles all over the floor.

"Where is this?"

The boy muttered something to himself, and before he could fully understand the situation, his expression changed.

A surge of sensation ran through my mind, and a flood of memories rushed in.

dizzy.

It took the boy a while to recover from his confusion, his heart filled with turmoil.

This body is not his.

Because all the memories that just appeared in his mind were not his own.

Even someone who had seen countless storms was stunned at this moment.

Crossed again?

Alphonse Tartarus?

Is this my current name?

The boy couldn't help but twitch his lips, feeling both amused and exasperated.

That's really bizarre.

In the beginning, he was just a corporate slave who died from overwork. He was reborn into a world of swords and shadows, without any cheat codes. He could only rely on his perseverance to climb to the top step by step, eventually becoming the leader of the Ten Directions Holy Sect and the number one master of the evil sect.

The name "Demon Lord of Youdu" Yan Beifei is known to everyone in the martial arts world.

I don't know who made the rule, but the number one evil faction must have a fair and square duel with the number one righteous faction to determine who is superior.

Back then, I was also hot-blooded and confident in my unparalleled martial arts skills. I challenged Jiang Shangyang, the leader of the righteous martial arts alliance known as "Talking and Laughing with a Sword", to a duel on the Golden Summit of Mount Emei.

They had victory in the bag, but who knew that Jiang Shangyang, despite his thick eyebrows and big eyes, had no martial ethics whatsoever. When he couldn't win, he used up all his internal energy and triggered a self-destruction by heavenly lightning.

I thought I had been blown to pieces, but I never expected to be transported back in time and be able to live a second life.

Is this some kind of perk for time travelers? They can be reincarnated after death?

Yan Beifei, now known as Alphonse, stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Of course, it's impossible to die during an experiment!

Although I might occasionally do something reckless, it's not this bad. If I really kick the bucket, who will I cry to?

My memory is still a bit jumbled; I need to sort it out properly.

Alphonse quickly realized his predicament.

He was now in the Frostwind Territory, a corner of the Kingdom of Bastian, which was the territory of his father, Baron Tartarus.

This body is only eighteen years old this year. Originally, it was just an ordinary person. Its childhood was not good, and it could even be said to be extremely difficult. It lived a hard life with its mother.

But when she was sixteen, things took a turn for the better.

Because his father, who had joined the army, supported the eldest princess to ascend the throne, and because his father had also distinguished himself in the civil war, he was granted a surname, made a baron, and given land. From then on, Alphonse became a nobleman.

The sudden change in his status did not motivate Alphonse to work harder; instead, he became addicted to pleasure and turned into a spoiled brat.

There's no other reason than that he didn't inherit his father's talent; he couldn't learn either martial arts or magic.

The only way forward is to wait for his father, Baron Tartarus, to pass away and inherit the title.

All a minor nobleman with no talent can do is to expand the family line and have more children.

But the situation took an unexpected turn.

A monster wandered into the Frostwind Territory, and Baron Tartarus was killed while leading an expedition to subdue it.

After the funeral, Alphonse awaited the Queen's decree to grant him his father's title.

After all, the Queen needs to confirm the legitimacy of the heir.

At this time of year, Miss Monica, who was already engaged to Alphonse, came to visit the Coldwind Territory.

Monica is the eldest daughter of the old nobleman Baron Swood. She is beautiful, gentle and elegant, and is known as the "Flower of the North".

Alphonse had met him, and it was love at first sight; he had been obsessed with him ever since.

It's pretty much like the behavior of a simp in a past life meeting his dream girl.

I don't know how Baron Tartarus persuaded her family to agree to the marriage.

How could a newly emerging noble family like the Tartaruss, with no real foundation, possibly be worthy of such a noblewoman?

The problem is that Monica wasn't the only one who came; she was accompanied by Kebelli, the son of Baron Aldrich, the lord of the neighboring lord.

Alphonse could not tolerate his dream girl being touched by another man, so a verbal conflict ensued.

As a result, Keberi seized the opportunity, claiming that Alphonse had tarnished his family's honor and challenged him to a duel for honor.

Blinded by love, Alphonse agreed without hesitation.

Only after the argument ended badly did I feel anxious and uneasy.

The duel for honor will take place in three days.

Alphonse's only response was to cower in his room, drinking heavily, filled with fear, and cursing and blaming everyone he met.

With Alphonse's strength, he couldn't even defeat an ordinary soldier, let alone Keberi.

He's been indulging in pleasure and has completely worn himself out. Besides, he's heard that Keberi has mastered battle aura and become a level 1 swordsman. No matter how you look at it, he has no chance of winning.

Although it might not be life-threatening, he couldn't accept the humiliation of having his pride trampled on, especially in front of his goddess, Monica.

Um.

It seems that his predecessor not only abused alcohol but also took certain hallucinogenic drugs to escape reality.

I've actually transmigrated into the body of such a useless person.

Tsk!

Alphonse sighed in annoyance, suppressing his disgust, picked up some vomit, smelled it, and rubbed his fingers together.

Indeed, there was a strange medicinal smell mixed in with it; just smelling it made me feel slightly dizzy.

Although I don't know exactly what kind of medicine it is, it's definitely not a good thing.

With a "click," the door was pushed open.

A tall, blonde girl appeared at the door.

Her brilliant blonde hair shone brightly in the light, her azure eyes were like a lake, she had a high nose bridge, thin lips, and wore a beige coat that resembled a swallowtail coat. A sword was at her waist, and her heroic spirit shone between her brows. She was cold and beautiful, like an elf descended to earth.

wrong!

It's not just like an elf, it's an elf!

The upper edge of her ears is pointed.

The most noticeable feature is the bulge that makes the clothes stand up high.

It's clear that she's wearing restraints, but they still can't hide her hot figure.

Those pectoral muscles are so exaggerated!

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(End of this chapter)