John Sixth's consciousness slowly resurfaced from slumber. As he opened his slightly murky eyes, He was puzzled as he looked around the surroundings. His visage turned solemn as he remembered the recent events that happened.

Back in the city townsquare, he was definitely executed. Then, he woke up in a strange pitch black space greeted by a white robed young man claiming that he was God's incarnation. John first thought of that as extremely absurd, however, the feeling of being executed was fresh to him. The cold icy noose being strapped on his neck was the lingering evidence that John held in reality.

As he stood up, he noticed that his right hand was in a death grasp with a strange curved dagger. Then as if a thunderbolt had struck his mind. He was now finally convinced that he actually reincarnated. His eyes lit up as he glanced over the distance. But before he could start contemplating about this world. An intense searing pain enveloped his body as he involuntarily fell on his knee.

'What is this?! Ugh!? '

John forcefully gritted his teeth as he looked on his body. Was this a side effect of being reincarnated? Or was this God's belated punishment for his killings? But John didn't have that much time to create theories as the pain inside him surged.

His body actually got on fire! A purple flame at that! The strange purple flame encompassed his whole body as he finally writhed on the ground. Droll came out from his mouth and his eyes rolled over on its socket as he clenched his chest in a death grip manner.

Mustering enough willpower, John thought about an idea as he slowly rolled over his body on the grass. However, he noticed that as his body rolled. The grass that he rolled on became dusts! Not even a scorched remain was found!

'What the heck?!' John cursed in his mind as he maintained his rolling posture on the ground as a way to slightly subside the pain.

Thirty minutes, as the pain completely disappeared. What remained was the strange dissipated dusts of grasses and John's ragged breathing.

As he snapped his eyes open, a purple flame slightly flickered in his eyes, but in the next moment, it immediately disappeared.

Despite the pain sudden intense pain that he endured, John wasn't at all angry, in fact, he was quite elated! When the pain disappeared, torrents of information came to his mind like a surging flood. He felt extremely dizzy yet his chest was filled with emotions!

The information contained a cultivation technique! It's name? [Hemomancer's Art].

Fifteen minutes later, John finally finished consolidating the scattered pages of the Hemomancer's Art inside his mind. He took a long deep breath as he stood up. The Hemomancer Art was an extremely vicious art that sucks the blood of the enemy and merge it as his own!

When the pinnacle of this technique was reached, It was described the he could kill tens of thousands of lesser demons with just the flick of his hand! All of their blood would be sucked dry and placed on his blood well!

Thinking of this, John decided in his mind to cultivate this technique and felt extremely grateful to God's incarnation. However he held doubts. Why would God who loved peace and justice hand him such a vicious cultivation technique?

As for the answer, John didn't know why.

Since he was on a grassy plain. He was able to see the area around him clearly without any obstructions except for those high standing trees.

He looked at the east and saw a pagoda! The pagoda was about a thousand meters tall! It was small on his current vision since he was far but what would happen if he neared it? Of course it would give him an archaic feeling!

Thinking of those, John's eyes lit up as he decided in his mind that the first destination that he would go was that place in the east.

John clutched the slightly curved rusty dagger on his right hand as he walked towards the east. However, his eyebrows deeply frowned, in the direction he was treading to. Smoke roused up there and the smell of burnt flesh came to his nose as it slightly twitched.

"H-help!!" A shrill feminine cry came over his ears as he squinted his eyes, there, he saw a woman wearing a robe desperately running towards his direction. Her left hand held a blue staff with adorned with a gem on its tip.

Johns eyebrows deeply frowned as he tightly clenched his right hand alertness rouse inside his pupils. Contained within the torrent of information were some subtle info about lesser demons, and it was said that some lesser demons were able to shapeshift as a human, particularly as a woman, to lure over male humans.

And he was also quite doubtful about this woman's sudden appearance, but due to the rousing smoke which most likely came from a recent fire. John erased his doubts and dashed towards the woman.

"Maam, what happened?!" John gave a worried look towards the woman who breathed in ragged pants, though she stopped on her tracks, her body kept on violently trembling as she said in a hoarse tone. "D-d-dead! All of them, d-d-dead!" She stuttered through her words as her shoulder quivered.

"Calm down, Maam, tell me what happened!" Although John called this woman a Maam, judging from a first glance, this woman before him wasn't quite old, in fact, they may have the same age, eighteen.

"S-s-sir, Are you a warrior?! If so, please save my comrades! " As she said that, she took a glance towards John's figure and noticed the peculiarity of his outfit and his rusty curved dagger that stood up like a sore thumb.

This young man was highly unlikely to be a strong warrior, at most he would be D ranked. The young woman sighed as despair filled her heart.

"N-No! Let's not go there! T-t-that Ferocious Lion is extremely bloodthirsty! Coming there will just spell your own death! Let's run!" As she desperately howled, she stabbed her staff on the ground as he took footing and moved her sore body to the opposite direction in hopes to escape.

'Ferocious Lion? Hmm, I guess its just a lion.' John thought, but inwardly, he was already calculating the best possible methods in defeating such lion. Though he actually didn't have any real combat experiences aside from one sided killings, he was still an avid reader of some light novels, and he was extremely fond of the MC's mindsets.

Not long, a fierce resonating howl shook the ground as deep thuds came behind them.

"N-no!!" As the woman heard the howl and the deep resounding footsteps on the ground, she immediately stood up and mustered the whole strength of her body and ran towards the west.

John on the other hand flicked his dagger on his right hand in a graceful manner as he prepared a reverse grip stance. His eyes squinted as he observed the body of the Ferocious Lion.

Currently, its body was encompassed by a strange purple mist that continuously revolved around it. And its eyes were bloodshot as it emanated a bloodthirsty aura. Just looking at it would have fear grip on their heart and have them tremble in fear.

However, John wasn't like that, in killings, he was always calm.

"WOOO!!" A thundering roar resonated as the Ferocious Lion shot towards John. It cunningly aimed on his head in a swipe!

Without further ado, John crouched down as he let the body of the Ferocious Lion hover over him. He look upwards and saw the huge body of the Ferocious Lion blotting the light from the sun as his eyes flashed with intense coldness.

"Thag." A small sound rang as John's slightly curved blade penetrated the body of the Ferocious Lion that it seemed to be tofu, John was deeply shocked about the sharpness of the rusty curved dagger. However, before he could even drown in awe, a furious roar resonated as the Ferocious Lion utilized a pouncing posture.

Its hind leg violently trembled. However, John caught something amiss, as its hind leg trembled, the intensity of the quivering was different for each leg! The left leg trembled much more violently than the left leg!

And taking this as a hint, John crossed his arms as he prepared a peculiar defensive stance, his calf muscles also trembled as he transferred the weight of his body in his legs, ready to counter attack in any time.

As time goes by, John already discovered that this strike would definitely end everything.

~Whoosh!

The air around whistled as the Ferocious Lion took off and pounced at John's left side! Revealing a small calm smile, John's body agilely slipped to the right as he gracefully threw the slightly curved dagger in the air.

The curved dagger flew in the air with a whistling sound.

As the Ferocious Lion's body went past him, John suddenly jumped up and clutched the hilt of the curved dagger in mid-air! All the way while aiming for the Lion's neck!

"AHHH!!!" John fiercely howl as his right hand embued by all of his strength came descending like a guillotine!

-Puchi...

A small soft sound resonated as the Ferocious Lion's carotid artery exploded, spurting blood all over the ground! The blood splattered on John's clothes as a fierce nostril attacking scent attacked his mind.

After a while, the Ferocious Lion's body stiffened as it fell to the ground with a thud of which it moved no more. However, as John glanced at the Ferocious Lion's body, his chest became filled with extreme elation. It was as if he lived by killing and killing would give him joy!

As this feeling started to blossom in his chest, John shook his head and tried to get the notion of killing out of his mind as he took a closer glance over the Lion's body.

With a calm faint smile and a cold icy gaze, John uttered. "Not bad."

Author's Note: Since I didn't have anything to do, I decided to write this chapter for you guys to enjoy! As usual, if you have any comments, suggestions, criticisms, or feed backs, don't hesitate to place it in the comment section! Pointers are highly appreciated!

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