The distant storm did not weaken but grew stronger, the surging hurricane lifted the Glass-Eyed Princess's skirt, under the close gaze of her beautiful eyes.
The black-robed monk, who had been in the wooden house with her, was now being strangled by the black-haired youth, Kaido, his thin limbs flailing wildly in the wind, his bulging eyes and prominent veins more terrifying than usual.
"Was it you who made those strange noises just now?"
Kaido gripped the Black-Robed Monk's neck with his right hand; the feeling was like holding dry firewood.
"Boy! You... you dare! Quick... quick, put me down!"
The small, thin Black-Robed Monk struggled like a rabbit, staring fixedly at Kaido's savage face, his bulging eyes filled with venomous resentment.
"Alright."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kaido waved his right hand and slammed him forcefully onto the ground.
"Boom—!"
With a thunderous crash, under the influence of inertia and recoil, the Black-Robed Monk's limbs flew high and then fell back down.
In the Glass-Eyed Princess's line of sight, a small mushroom cloud silently bloomed.
"You... you damn Godslayer!"
The intense pain from his internal organs made his mind grow increasingly frantic, and a thick black energy flew from his sleeves, instantly withering any plant it touched.
"Oh, really? You, who aren't even a demigod, still dare to resist?"
Corrosive black mist curled around him like a snake, and Kaido felt a slight tingling sensation in his arm.
Kaido smiled, a smile full of disdain and fighting spirit.
After becoming a Godslayer, his physique had been reformed to a degree capable of confronting heretic gods; his pure physical endurance allowed him to withstand ordinary thermal weapon attacks, but most importantly, his magical resistance greatly improved.
Ordinary spells or curses cast on him would be nullified, and even spells cast by the strongest Witch in the world would have no effect.
Of course, other types of similar enhancement spells also had no effect on him, which was an inconvenience.
And the enchanted word released by the Black-Robed Monk was naturally ignored by Kaido.
"This... you're really disappointing me too much."
Facing the Black-Robed Monk, who had exhausted his tricks, Kaido shook his head in boredom and increased the force in his hand.
With a dry crack, the Black-Robed Monk's breathing ceased completely.
The Glass-Eyed Princess, who had witnessed the entire process, couldn't help but tremble.
At that very moment, the clear sky of the Underworld suddenly became covered in dark clouds, the high-hanging sun was enveloped in shadows, and the thundering storm clouds brought heavy rain, with violent gales sweeping through a bamboo forest.
Feeling that familiar enchanted word, Kaido's and the Glass-Eyed Princess's expressions changed differently.
"What a ruthless boy!"
A deep and angry voice came from the darkness in the sky.
When the voice fell, a surge of word spell even more violent than Kaido's arrived like a tsunami.
"Susanoo, if this continues, everything will be irretrievable!"
The small figure of the Glass-Eyed Princess swayed in the chaotic storm, her expression alarmed, as if she were praying to the sky, her pale, weak, and gaunt face subtly revealing her fear of the heavens.
Compared to Kaido's actions, Susanoo's past actions were even more brutal and cruel.
But Susanoo did not listen to her prayers at all and continued to release his own word spell.
Her delicate body trembled with the wind and rain; the unrestrained God of Destruction and the bloodthirsty God of War were also among Susanoo's divine aspects, and his true ferocity and tyranny were unparalleled throughout the world.
He could even rival the Demon Lords of Eastern Europe.
The surging word spell impacted the land of the Underworld, transforming into strong winds, lightning, and wind blades, making the world groan.
The Underworld is a world where spirit is superior to flesh, so with just a thought, anyone can instantly teleport.
However, just as the Glass-Eyed Princess was about to escape further, she was horrified to discover that space was affected by two powerful word spells, making it impossible for her to move.
She was not a demigod, at most similar to an Ancestor God.
If she were trapped between a god and a Godslayer, her delicate body would be shattered in an instant.
The growing hurricane cut off all escape routes in all directions, and the distorted atmosphere was constantly shaken by the word spell, emitting deafening roars; the ferocious Susanoo seemed not to see the Glass-Eyed Princess, continuously transforming the word spell into weapons and bombarding the earth.
And just as the trembling Glass-Eyed Princess, caught between the typhoon and the heavy rain, was about to be overwhelmed, a black figure appeared beside her, temporarily blocking the storm and shielding her from the cold and fear.
"You are... Kaido?!"
The Glass-Eyed Princess, who was preparing to die, saw the figure appear before her and a look of surprise appeared on her pale face.
"Aren't you fighting Susanoo? How did you appear here?"
"The world is so vast, I go where I want, who can control me?"
Kaido showed a frivolous smile.
"And since you know this is a battlefield, why haven't you left?"
Hearing him ask this, the Glass-Eyed Princess suppressed the trembling in her heart, brushed her messy long hair from her forehead with her pale hand, and said with a bitter smile: "The word spell has interfered with space, so even if I wanted to leave now, I can't."
"That's a problem."
Rubbing his chin and looking at the weak and helpless girl, a gloating smile appeared in his black eyes.
"Is the Demon King from a foreign country here to see a joke?"
The Glass-Eyed Princess said somewhat sadly.
"I don't have such a twisted hobby of watching girls cry, but for Susanoo to even affect you... that's a bit much."
At that moment, Kaido remembered the reason for this situation, probably because his unexpected strike made it impossible for Susanoo to continue pretending to be a good old man.
Moreover, the Black-Robed Monk, Susanoo, and the Glass-Eyed Princess were simply partners of convenience, far from friends.
"Glass-Eyes, do you want to live or die?"
Kaido asked.
"If one can live, who would want to die?"
She paused for a moment before realizing he was calling her. The Glass-Eyed Princess retorted, her peripheral vision catching Susanoo fighting the nine-headed hydra in the clouds.
"Very well, I can't help you leave directly right now, but there's a compromise."
Kaido's gaze fell on the Glass-Eyed Princess's face.
"What compromise?"
The Glass-Eyed Princess asked confused.
"After returning Verethragna to mythology, I obtained ten different powers. One of them, called [Youth], when used, can grant a portion of my power to others for their protection."
"I know you don't hold a grudge against me, which is why I will grant you the power of this authority. At that time, you will no longer be affected and you can leave here for the outside world."
The Glass-Eyed Princess knew that Kaido wouldn't mock her at this moment.
Besides, if he had been hostile towards her, she would have been killed by him long before the Black-Robed Monk.
"...However, the way to exercise this authority is a little different from what you imagine; it cannot be done with hands, but only with the mouth."
"The power of the word spell naturally needs to be expressed, what's different about it?"
The Glass-Eyed Princess asked.
"No, no, it's different from simply speaking it aloud, as you imagine. It requires a mouth-to-mouth method for me to grant you the power."
Kaido explained it in the easiest way to understand.
The Glass-Eyed Princess suddenly spoke: "Isn't that normal?"
But then, her cheeks instantly flushed, evidently having just realized.
Her delicate brows furrowed; even facing the furious storm, the Glass-Eyed Princess at this moment showed resistance.
"Kaido, are you purposely trying to take liberties with me?"
"I'm not in the mood for that right now, believe it or not."
Kaido put on an innocent expression.
"Is there no other way?"
Observing the black-haired youth's sincere expression, the Glass-Eyed Princess's resistance and displeasure also lessened. Her reaction was entirely due to her self-esteem and feminine modesty.
"There really isn't, and didn't you want to cooperate with me? If I killed you all, it's unlikely I can completely control this country."
Kaido spread his hands.
After all, the Japanese always say one thing and do another behind people's backs. If you help me from behind, I suppose I won't have to resort to force.
"But... do we really need to do this?"
The Glass-Eyed Princess, unlike those two elders, genuinely served the island nation.
If she refused today, this foreign Demon King might well launch a major purge in the island nation.
After all, as he said, Japanese politicians were almost constantly playing political games.
If a Godslayer were truly angered, no one could escape death.
"No."
Kaido felt his summoned beast growing weaker and weaker; if the Glass-Eyed Princess hesitated any longer, he would definitely abandon her.
"I... I understand."
Under the dual pressure of cooperation and survival, the Glass-Eyed Princess finally opted for an agreement. Although she sensed that mouth-to-mouth wasn't strictly necessary, she didn't dare to insist.
The next second, she felt her body being embraced by a powerful arm, and the close male scent made the girl's heart pound and her face flush.
Although she had lived for thousands of years, she had never had such intimate contact with the opposite sex.
A surging power emanated from Kaido's body, not violent, but extremely gentle.
"The path you walk has no fiery vortex. As long as you do not betray or abandon, you will not lose the blessing of light. Go forth!"
The King's arrogant imperial decree impacted the Glass-Eyed Princess's soul.
If she accepted, unless she possessed the power to resist a Godslayer, she could never betray this man.
"As you wish."
However, at that moment, she couldn't refuse and could only respond with a bitter smile.
Immediately, she felt lips approaching and a warm breath engulfed her. The strange sensation made the Glass-Eyed Princess feel first uncomfortable, and then, gradually, intoxicated.
The blessing of Youth poured into her body, causing the Glass-Eyed Princess to let out a groan of pain.
Soon, the power transfer was complete.
With flushed cheeks, the Glass-Eyed Princess, covering her mouth and breathing heavily, separated from Kaido. Her Glass-colored eyes observed the man in front of her, revealing complex emotions, but ultimately all transformed into a long sigh in her heart.
"I will await the King's return in the outside world."
The princess's figure disappeared from the Underworld.
"That damned woman chose to betray me! I should have crushed her long ago!"
Suddenly, accompanied by an earth-shattering crash, the enormous beast slammed into the ground, and Kaido heard Susanoo's angry and distorted roar.
The nine-headed Hydra was slammed to the ground by Susanoo, turning into particles and slowly disappearing.
The authority obtained from Typhon merely allowed summoning his offspring to fight; their strength, only at the level of divine beasts, could not compete with heretic gods, only delay them.
Only when Kaido finds the secret method to remove the restrictions of authority in the future will they possess strength comparable to mythology.
After all, they were famous monsters; if every time they were summoned they were beaten, it would be a loss of prestige.
Susanoo's figure stood erect on the dark clouds in the sky.
By the way, what do you all think of this story? Do you like it? I hope so. I'll try to edit and translate it until the end.
Well, I have another story I want to translate, a project. I'll leave you a snippet to see if it convinces you.
Also, I'll slow down the update pace; it'll be between 0 and 5 for next week. This week, I'll try to publish at least 10 chapters daily.
Here's a piece of the translation. This one will probably be a much slower pace than the current one while I translate both, although the translation and editing quality will be much better. I'll try to make it perfect.
The Traveling Wizard of Worlds
Behind the facade of an ordinary novelist in a world barely embracing the age of steam hides Silas Blackwood a sorcerer with a secret that defies reality itself. He not only masters magic but possesses the unique ability to travel through dimensions, exploring realms beyond imagination.
From the magical alleys of Hogwarts to the vibrant universes of Marvel, Silas navigates an infinite tapestry of realities. But this power comes with a cost: his own seemingly prosperous world conceals ancient mysteries that threaten to unravel its delicate balance. Are his journeys an escape or the key to unveiling the hidden truth?
Join Silas as he unravels conspiracies, forges unexpected alliances, and masters powers beyond conceiving. Prepare for an adventure where every dimensional leap reveals a new challenge, and every discovered secret could alter the fate of entire worlds. Are you ready to journey with the wizard who defies time and space?
Chapter 01
"Mr. Vane, it's your first time attending our meeting, so we should clarify some rules for you first." Mardo picked up the black tea in front of him and took a sip.
"Yes, I believe I'm ready." The reply came from a handsome young man, sitting upright with a serious expression, looking at the middle-aged man Mardo with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
"Very good, Mr. Vane seems to be a rule-abiding person, which will earn you the trust of your peers at the meeting." Mardo put down his teacup, very satisfied with August's attitude.
"Well then, Mr. Vane, next week, today, at four in the afternoon, I will wait for you at the entrance of the Elm Street flour mill." Mardo stood up, pulled a pocket watch from his breast pocket to check the time, then walked to the front door of the house, took his black overcoat and bowler hat from the hanger by the door, and after dressing neatly, opened the door for August.
"Phew! Mr. Mardo's aura is truly powerful! He's a real wizard!" August murmured as he tidied the tea set on the table.
After tidying up, he returned to the study on the second floor and sat down behind the desk.
"I can't believe such a casual request could lead me to join such a mysterious society." August pulled a palm-sized metallic object from his pocket, which gleamed slightly under the afternoon sun.
This was an ornament shaped like a coiled snake, its image appearing lifelike. August observed it closely and could even appreciate subtle scale details. He wondered how people in this world could create such intricate ornaments.
In the center of the silver snake was a glass ball the size of a fingernail, which was hollow, and inside, a drop of silver mercury continuously rolled with August's movements.
"Mercury Snake, what kind of organization are you?" August stared at the silver snake ornament in his hand.
"Oh, right, I haven't finished my manuscript yet..." August suddenly remembered that his work wasn't done. He immediately placed the silver snake on the table, quickly pulled a stack of papers from the desk, flipped through a few pages, and began to write frantically.
August's name in his previous life was also August. After inexplicably transmigrating to this world, he gained a familiar surname, and his full name became **August Vane**, an ordinary member of the Cinde Empire.
He's actually not that ordinary. August's family was one of the twelve great noble families who founded the empire, but a certain ancestor, due to poor judgment, participated in a rebellion and was stripped of his noble title and fief. If His Majesty the Emperor hadn't remembered his family's ancestor, who risked his life to help the royal family found the country, his entire family might have been on the gallows long ago.
So **August Vane** only had an old surname, which didn't help him at all. Even those who knew his family's past would mock him.
However, this didn't affect him much. He had no sense of belonging there anyway, so he let others say whatever they wanted.
Of the old Vane family, only he remained in this generation. His deceased alcoholic predecessor's father fell into a watering trough after a drunken binge and ended his life very comically. The timid and weak young man, the predecessor, died on the spot from grief and fear upon hearing the news, leading to August from another world taking over his body and being reborn.
His predecessor's alcoholic father left no property, just a three-story house and a pile of debts. The wealth of his ancestors had been squandered by his useless descendants, so August, who had just transmigrated, watched blankly as a group of people moved all seemingly valuable items out of his house.
August was left alone, staring at the empty house, wanting to cry but having no tears. Being so unlucky right after transmigrating didn't fit the basic laws of transmigrators!
Fortunately, August quickly found a way to earn money.
He had to thank his predecessor's deceased father for insisting on sending him to private lessons to study. It was probably the last glimmer of dignity for a former great noble; being illiterate was simply unacceptable. Of course, his father's reason was that his useless son August could at least be an office worker in the future and not starve to death.
The method he came up with was to serialize novels in newspapers. Ever since he read the unreadable novels in the newspapers at home, he had conceived this idea.
After all, in this world, he only had incomplete memories of his predecessor. An introverted person, of course, had no friends. His father's friends were, of course, the scoundrel type. Those who came to move things that day were them.
It wasn't easy for someone like him to find a decent job in this world. Civil servants had always been the exclusive domain of the powerful, and there was no room for his unfortunate family.
Other than this, he could only be a shop cashier or apply for an editor's scholarship at a newspaper. After much thought, a cultured intellectual like him couldn't find a decent job at that time. Was he supposed to carry sacks at the docks? This was a truly sad story, reminding him of the time when, after graduating from university, he couldn't find a job.
He sent his manuscript to a newspaper intending to try it out, and unexpectedly, it was accepted. The editor even encouraged him in the reply letter not to send it to other newspapers, as they were willing to pay more for the manuscript, going from the basic gold coin per thousand characters to one gold coin and two silver coins per thousand characters.
An explanation of this world's currency composition is needed here. Other countries will be discussed later. The Cinde Empire has a total of three currency denominations: copper coins, silver coins, and gold coins. Their value is approximately equivalent to one, ten, and one hundred units in the previous life. In addition to these, there are universally accepted gold coins, which are coins cast from gold, with standardized specifications across all countries, maintaining a constant value.
Then, unexpectedly, he became popular. His novel became the most popular section of the newspaper. To solidify him as a powerful tool for attracting readers, the newspaper again increased his remuneration, ensuring August a carefree life thereafter.
However, he never told anyone that he was the author under the pseudonym "Silas Blackwood." He even rejected the editor's repeated attempts to visit him in person to thank him for his contribution to the newspaper's sales. If you ask why, it's rather awkward.
Entertainment activities in this world are quite scarce. Of course, only those above the middle class, like August, who don't have to worry about making a living and can achieve a better quality of life, consider entertainment. The lower class, besides doing manual labor, also does some handicrafts at home to supplement their income.
People of higher social status usually exclusively engaged in card games and tea parties. Hunting was an activity exclusive to the nobility. Therefore, serialized novels in newspapers became the best option for these people to pass the time.
This country maintains a rather tolerant attitude toward the scope of newspapers. As long as the emperor is not directly cursed, discussing decrees, commenting on current affairs, etc., is fine.
Of course, this also led to the gradual flourishing of another literary form in newspapers: erotic novels that all men understand.
These people didn't seem to have any qualms, even discussing whether the plots were reasonable, and those with strong initiative even pushed their own wives or others' wives to practice.
However, August sneered after reading the articles. In his opinion, with a theoretical level far exceeding this era, the people of this country simply lacked imagination and knowledge of positions. Let him guide these people to experience what it means to be a true "Connoisseur in bed"!
What followed was natural. The gentlemen reading the newspapers were captivated by the irresistible charm of Silas Blackwood. Sometimes, they would find themselves, with some discomfort, due to the usual reactions on the street, at the office, or at friends' gatherings.
Some female readers even wrote letters wishing for a deeper encounter with him, but an upright man like August, full of moral principles, refused, as expected. How could he stoop to prostituting himself for a living?
Thus, August, a newcomer to another world, became a glorified author for his livelihood, which brought him considerable income and a loyal fan base.