The dazzling rays of the sun as well as its heat that it carried, bathed John's sleeping visage. In response, his eyelids twitched as his body lazily rolled on the ground. He rolled, rolled, and rolled. And after about rolling for innumerable times. John finally woke up.

Staring at the blue sky, John revealed a faint light smile as he inspected his navel. There, he found the most important spoils of battle that he had obtained. The Ferocious Wolves blood.

After he had converted his fresh dantian into a blood pool. John successfully completed in traversing the path of a hemomancer. However, that certain secret arts that was inside his mind didn't contain any techniques nor spell. Subtle words were only written that implied freedom.

Which means, John would need to create his own spells in trials and errors. However, instead of disappointment. John felt extremely elated. Ever since he was inside that prison cell. The only free time he had was spent on creating stick robots and mechanical dynamo robots. It could be said that he loved to experiment.

However, as he stood up. He felt aching pain scattered across his body. His joints filled with searing pain as he struggled to lean his back on a tree. There, he held his head in pain.

Last night, when he fought against the pack of wolves. He found himself enter a trance of killing. It was as if his body and soul became extremely cold and found pleasure in killing. In that state of mind, John wasn't able to fight back, he didn't expect such outcome to happen and he didn't know the reason why he fell into that trance.

Though the Hemomancer's Art can be considered as a vicious secret arts. It didn't say that it would influence one's soul to evilness and ruthlessness. It said that only according to one's free will would one become good or evil. Even the millions of demi gods and true gods would not be able to change that.

Contemplating about what happened in that fight. John slowly entered a state of focused breathing. Though it said focused breathing. Its other term was just meditation. An unintentional meditative state.

In his line of sight inside his closed eyes. John found himself inside an area of wonder. There, as he looked up. He saw myriads of constellations of stars, frequently twinkling. Occasionally, there would be a streak of light passing by.

Inside that strange realm. He saw a scarlet robed figure looking at him with a small smile. In close glance. That scarlet robed figure had the likeness of his own. That it could be said that he looked extremely similar to John. However, this counterpart had two separately colored eyes.

One was tainted with pure white. While the other was scarlet red.

His light smile looked to be extremely sincere. However, in contrast to John's warm and amiable aura. The other John was enshrouded in evilness. That would one feel extreme dread and trembled all over by the sight of his eyes alone.

...

John Sixth's consciousness gradually awakened...

His eyelids twitched as it greeted the scorching heat of the dazzling sun for a second time. As he opened his eyes. John didn't feel any lethargy nor tiredness. In fact, he had an extremely relaxed feeling.

His visage beamed with a dazzling smile, it was as if he had forgotten the events inside that strange realm. John slowly stood up and dusted his body. His ears suddenly twitched and he found himself elated.

Just now, he heard the sounds of rushing waters, about three o'clock. And with agile movements, John clutched his ragged backpack and moved towards the east.

As he left the vicinity where the battle last night happened. It can be noticed that the purple blood stained ground didn't have any blemish on it. Instead, it regained its vigor, it was as if nothing had actually happened last night.

There, as he expected. Was a waterfall with a height ranging to twenty meters. Since he was imprisoned in his previous life. This was the first time that John saw a waterfall and felt quite excited as he immediately stripped his clothes and leaped towards the water.

~Splash...

John immediately felt extremely comfortable as the cold water revolved around his body. John let his body be swayed by the running current as he held a stone beside him. Feeling the rushing cool water enshrouding him. John couldn't help but feel euphoria.

~Croak!

John heard a frog's cry as he turned his head to the side and observed the small striped frog calmly seating on a moss stone. There, the frog observed a small mosquito trying to pass by. In the next moment, just as the mosquito entered a sufficient range. The frog suddenly opened its mouth as a small thin tongue lashed by and caught the poor mosquito on its clutch.

John frowned his eyebrows as he observed the strange current phenomenon. When the frog's tongue clutched on the mosquito. The mosquito's body suddenly became extremely thin. As if it was devoid of all its blood. With that, The frog's tongue tossed the poor mosquito to the waters as it once again continued its immovable posture, waiting for its prey to come over.

John's pupils constricted as he noticed this strange phenomenon. In his previous life. He had read all kinds of information about the animals that existed back then, however. Even with his eidetic mind. He wasn't able to find any relevant information about this type of frog. Which means, this was a frog exclusive to only this world.

As John thought of that, his eyes suddenly lit up as an idea came over his mind. With swift movements, he swept a splash of water as he stood up and walked away. With his body still naked. John clutched the slightly rusty dagger and scoured the area around him.

'Where is it... Where is it... Where is it... Ah! There it is!' John murmured in his mind as his eyes lit up. He saw the object that he was looking for 'Calabash!' With that, he could make a small bottle gourd!

Without further ado, John's hand suddenly flicked the slightly curved dagger and aimed at the vines, with a whistling sound. The slightly curved dagger struck the vine of the calabash as it swept a whistling sound and fell towards the ground. Seeing this, John revealed a small triumphant smile. His hand still maintained the throwing posture.

However, he suddenly remembered something crucial as he cried. "Ah!" John desperately ran towards the falling calabash and held his hands up to try and catch the falling calabash.

With that, time seemed to have slowed down as John uttered a low cry as he finally leaped head first while holding his hand up to the sky.

~Bang!

A great deal amount of dust was swept by. John fell headfirst to the ground as searing pain took over his face. "Ugh..." Mumbling some barely audible words. John stood up, his figure looked bedraggled, though he had just finished taking his long wanted bath.

But now, in his hands was the small calabash. Without further ado, John leaned on a nearby tree after he picked up the slightly curved dagger. His hand clutching the dagger flickered as pieces of the calabash fell on the ground. After about three minutes of intricate slicing. The hard shell of the calabash was finally seen. John sliced through it and it now looked like a small jade bottle for medicines.

Beaming with a satisfied smile. John stood up and moved towards the static frog. As always, the frog stood there silently waiting for its prey like an unmovable obstacle. Witnessing that, John picked up a set of upper cloth inside his backpack and utilized it as a glove as his right hand shoved towards the static frog.

"Croack!" The frog startled as it cried in a shrill sound. However, John's grip was steadfast enough that the frog could only open its mouth and reveal its shiny tongue with a green luster. That sticky green liquid emanated a nauseating odor of which John confirmed to be its poison.

Without waiting for anything. John used his slightly curved dagger to snatch some of its liquid, John stayed in that state for about three minutes before the mini jade bottle was half full of the frog's toxins.

He then patted the frog with his right hand as he murmured. "Good frog." Revealing a small satisfied smile in the process.

After that ordeal, John continued his journey towards the Whalls Kingdom, this time. He moved in a small agile places like a small monkey traversing through the woods. Though sometimes he tripped while jumping, John didn't feel disappointed but instead felt happy.

In his previous life, John loved to read a certain novel It was called 'Martial *****' In that novel, the mc had learned a set of movement skill that enabled him to traverse the woods like a small feather, the mc in that novel felt his body being carried by the wind.

John also felt this same sensation as he made a set of movement skill by himself, he made this one by intersecting the movement skills from the light novel 'Martial *****' and 'C******t'. And the result was this unnamed movement skill that looked extremely erratic.

With sounds of laughter occasionally rushing out. John leaped and leaped in a gymnastics manner. He even backflipped his way towards the next tree, and right after he landed. He noticed and extremely peculiar scene.

There, he saw a caravan. A caravan consisting of three carriages, the peculiar scene was, the horses of these carriages were nowhere to be seen. Not only that, the people that was supposed to be guarding this caravan also seemed to disappear out of thin air.

John approached the vicinity in high alert. This scene may be an ambush prepared by some bandit group that lingered around the Legendia Plains. As John neared the area, his ears suddenly twitched as he noticed a movement inside the carriage directly infront of him.

With slow steady movements, John crouched and moved in a duck like a manner. His gaze became piercing and his peripheral vision became clear. His ears also took note of every movements around him, that he could even hear the rustling sound of the leaves.

Now, he stood under the backdoors of the carriage, the carriage where he detected the origin of the previous lifelike movements. Arriving there, John's legs tensed up as he held the slightly curved dagger in a reverse grip. He also opened the palm of his left hand and revealed an orb of revolving purple blood.

If something comes to worst, John would execute a barrier with the Hemomancer's Art.

~Swish...

A faint sound resounded as John suddenly leaped towards the carriage. However, his pupils suddenly constricted as a flickering orange ball suddenly arrived before his face.

"Shit!" John cursed as he made a waving motion before him.

~Bam!

John flew backwards like a ball suddenly kicked. He bounced several times on the ground before coming to a halt. His lips had a lingering scarlet red liquid on it as John's gaze became ferocious he murmured in his mind 'Strong! All I could see was that was a fireball, can a fireball be this strong?!'

As he wiped the blood on his lips. John once again stood up. 'If not for the blood barrier protecting me, I would have died already!' John inwardly cursed. Inspecting his navel, there he saw the once full blood pool became half empty.

'Fuck! The consumption was this high?!' John once again cursed, if he lost all the collected blood, he would not be able begin his experiments!

John calculated his mind as he whispered. 'I can only manage one attack with this blood pool. I might just as well as use it.' With an intent, a purple orb of blood materialized over his left palm. The previously mung bean sized orb of blood doubled and it looked like the size of a junior basketball ball.

Imagining a scene in his mind, the purple orb of blood suddenly rumbled as it shot off toward the air before him, slowly transforming into countless spikes that revolved around John.

Even though he had already changed the form of the purple blood. It was still after all, blood. And John could reabsorb it he would not use it.

Earlier, he wasn't able to see the figure of the attacker inside the carriage due to the lack of illumination. However, he was able to confirm that his gaze held extreme ferocity in it.

"Sir inside that carriage! I am not here to fight! In fact, I'm here to ask what happened and help." John shouted.

No response...

"Sir, please reply!"

Still no response...

It was at this time that John could no longer endure waiting and sent a small blood spike towards the carriage. Along with its whistling sound, a puchi sound was heard before being accompanied by a miserable shriek.

John immediately leaped towards the carriage and lit up a fire using the matchsticks in his backpack. There he saw the distressing figure of a knight. On his left hand was his lance, his armor didn't look to be extremely good in that state since it was wretched with countless holes. His breastplate was nowhere to be found. However, his abdomen had a deep sword wound to it.

However, the wound looked to be extremely strange, If you were stabbed by a sword, the resulting wound would most likely be in a vertical line or horizontal. However, this wound looked to be shaped to triangle. On his chest was John's blood spike stabbed deep on his lungs.

As he took a closer glance on the warrior. John's pupils constricted as he noticed that this knight, was one of the knights that fetched the Third Princess Riche Lamia Whalls! He clearly remembered the visage of this particular knight since he was the one who was the most talkative and talked about his disdainful capabilities.

But right now, this very knight that ridiculed him stood before the door of death. John felt pity for this guy, but it was soon washed up by worries. Remembering the Third Princess' smiling figure, John shouted "What happened here?! Where's the Third Princess!" John didn't dare to call Lamia by his name and instead said 'The Third Princess'.

"B-b-bandits... T-third Pr-princess c-caught..." The knight could only utter such words before he choked on his blood, leaving the shocked John Sixth staring at him in a daze.

Author's Note: Right now I'm in a bad mood due to the sudden change in RRL. Because of this, I need to familiarize myself to the new system and because of that, I would need to have some short practices in posting, and I wonder, How to post a draft?

PS: For those people who are confused about the story, I'm extremely sorry to hear that. Your confusion appeared due to my inability to foreshadow.

If you have any questions, please post it in the comments and do not hesitate.

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