Mutagenic Medieval is a world composed of backward governments ranging from tribes, monarchy, villages, and the medieval setting that is a staple in the fantasy genre.

After Alfir's wounds completely healed, he prepared himself to escape the miserable streak he is experiencing lately.

"What matters is that I enjoyed the process..."

He spoke his mantra and continued to stride forward through the mission halls. For minions like him, they have a quota to accomplish— an average of a dozen of E missions. Since Alfir recently completed an S mission even with failure, his participation was duly recognized given the danger levels of the mission.

[MINION #12913

Authority Level: 2371

Zentury Credits: 927109

Specialized Skills: None

Exploits: Survivor of S rank mission— Catch the flames/E rank veteran— accomplished 127 Es/Hospital Regular— 49 admissions]

It is good that names don't matter in Zentury. As long as you have this card in your possession, you'll be good. But if that's the case, won't Zentury be vulnerable to spy infiltrations? You wish.

Zentury has comprehensive data among its members with personal identity as the full exception. If you are a member of Zentury, your past doesn't matter. Only your loyalty and liability to the organization is what truly matters.

"Give me a catalog of S missions of Cannon fodder variety."

"Uuummm... Sure."

Alfir has his reasons for seeing this particularly evaded catalog by most minions. Alfir wants to see if there is a mission he can take using his knowledge of this world to his full advantage.

"Thanks."

Now, he needs to prepare. Alfir returned his catalog to prepare himself for the incoming incursion. Since arriving in this world, Alfir is able to accept the ridiculousness of his transmigration. He didn't question how he came here or why in this novel. Alfir is not the kind of person that would entertain reflecting on the 'Question of Existence'. You don't need a grand reason to live.

You exist, because you exist.

This is Alfir's mob way, and it will remain the same as in his past life.

...

S RANK MISSION— Swarming the Immortal King. The Immortal King is a century-old villain that betrayed the organization for his selfish desire to return to humanity. He is one of the organization's founding leaders.

"You lot, I am the executive responsible for setting up this operation. The briefing will be initiated by you squad commanders on our way, move out!"

The minions rode a military jeepney provided by the organization. It is a technology Zentury stole from Force, a giant conglomerate, holding influence over several kingdoms.

The road also resembles the asphalts commonly seen in Alfir's old world. Alfir was reminded by the fact, that this world's trajectory of scientific advancement is incredibly skewed given the lack of gunpowder weapons. Alfir saw his teammates wielding all kinds of steel both orthodox and unorthodox— basic swords, chains with a sickle, chakram, and so on.

"Listen here. I am your squad commander, the mission details are divided into two parts. First is stealth and second is entrapment..."

Alfir attentively listened to his squad commander's words. First, the different squads will be waiting in ambush in several distinct strategic sites. At the target's first sight, the minions will cooperate with each other to surround the Immortal King.

...

The Immortal King lived a long life. The closer he is to death, the more he can feel the future. It is a weird phenomenon that allows the Immortal King to see beyond the intangible. It is commonly accepted that when a mutant hits its strongest, they become more sensitive to life. But the Immortal King is experiencing more than that— 'precognitive abilities that are not supposed to exist' exist. And in these rough mountain edges, he'll meet his death.

"Teacher, I am glad to see you."

"Hmmm... Long time no see, my dear pupil."

Gavin, the Undying, is his only disciple. Gavin has white hair and red eyes, signs of albinism, that many others saw as a devil's mark.

"You are surrounded by the organization. We have an executive, slayers, and countless minions waiting to get a hit at you. Then there is me."

"Let's just do this~"

The Immortal King dashed with superhuman speed delivering a body blow to Gavin.

Gavin successfully defended but the shock is too much for him to bear. His limbs broke under pressure as the Immortal King rain blows at him.

The Immortal King's powers function on indestructibility. Using crude words, it is toughness to an unimaginable extent.

The Immortal King's tissue, fibers, muscles, bones, and even his soul possess toughness like diamonds. In this world, souls have more of a scientific nature being the quantified representation of will, wits, and ego.

Gavin is turning into a bloody paste, but he is not dead yet. Gavin possesses superhuman cellular capacity that gave him such tremendous vitality. Unlike the Immortal King, Gavin doesn't tire.

"Is age catching up with you, teacher?"

"Huff... Huff..."

"Looks like I am the true immortal between the two of us."

The Immortal King looked youthful, unlike Gavin's sudden wrinkly exterior.

Gavin became like this because of the extreme use of his abilities. A minute ago, he looked so much younger but now, he looked like a grandpa. It took Gavin 8 seconds to fully regain his youth with minuscule concentration.

"That's better. Teacher, I did good right? In the past, it took me an average of 30 seconds but now, look! I can do more!"

There was an explosion as Gavin disappeared from the Immortal King's sight. Gavin's right leg shattered as he explosively arrived at the Immortal King's flank. With the same explosive strength, he punched.

The Immortal King that has never bled before finally drew blood.

Alfir saw all of this, and not for the first time in his life— the events he just saw are something he wrote as a flashback to the story of how Gavin, the undying became Zentury's top dog.

He felt more insignificant. It is just right that he experience this world, and the spectacle he just witnessed served as a motivator to Alfir's unstable sprouting obsession to take this world by the center of his palm.