Isekai

Once again, Willy felt the sensation of sinking into the deep ocean. This time, his eyes witnessed the endless darkness that surrounded him. His heart beated wildly. Anxious, scared, and nervous, Willy had mixed feelings. There was nothing he could do but hope that things would end quickly.

'You damn god!'

Not long after from the depths of darkness, a white light appeared below it. Willy's eyes widened when he saw it.

'That....'

The closer Willy got to it, the bigger the light became. His eyes met the glare of the light as he squinted his eyes. He started to feel the warmth and before he knew it, the light touched Willy's hand and then engulfed him whole.

Dark. Willy's eyelids felt heavy. His body didn't want to move, as if it didn't want to obey orders. But his senses were still functioning properly. Willy soon realized that he was lying in a damp place. The sound of screaming, clashing iron, and heavy footsteps entered his ears. His nose could smell the wet earth and fishy aroma. Willy's fingers felt a familiar texture.

'Wet, muddy? Mud? Grass? Dirty grass?'

After a while of trying, Willy finally opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the sky. But it was not a blue sky with white clouds that greeted him, but a gloomy cloudy sky. Willy then got up and looked around. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him. A sight he had only seen in movies and video games.

It was war.

He saw a sea of ​​people wearing silver and black armor. They fought and slaughtered one another and didn't care if the prairie they were standing on turned into the muddy ground.

The horses lay mutilated and cast aside.

Human corpses were scattered and trampled underfoot.

'What the hell!'

Horror and fear ran through Willy's body. This was far more terrifying than being drowned in the infinite darkness.

"Urp—ugh!"

Willy vomited out the contents of his stomach. '

'For goodness sake!'

As he vomited, Willy realized he was wearing black armor. His right hand held a sword.

'Damn. It seems I got isekaied into the battlefield directly. Crazy bastard. How can a madman become a God?'

Suddenly Willy heard a scream from a distance. The screams were getting closer and closer. As he turned to the screams, he saw a silver-armored soldier lunge at him with a sword brandished. Madness showed on the soldier's face.

'Damn it!'

When the person was one step away from Willy, he moved. Instinctively, his body jerked on its own to avoid his enemyWilly spun around and he swung his sword

SLASH!

Red liquid splashed on Willy's face. He touched his face and then looked deeply into his fingers which now had red stains on it. His gaze shifted to the sword in his hands covered in blood.

Instantly, he fell down on the ground.

His knees were weak and were unable to support him. Willy was so shocked that his body shook and trembled. This was the first time he had killed someone. For all his life, it never occurred to him that he would kill.

'What did I just do?'

Still, in a state of shock and confusion, another silver-armored soldier crept up and now moved towards Willy. The soldier raised his sword against him. Belatedly, Willy realized someone was standing behind him, but he couldn't move because he was too shocked.

'I'm done for...'

Willy closed his eyes, prepared to accept his death.

And yet it never came.

He heard the sounds of fighting behind him and the struggle, and finally the sound of heavy armor that fell on the ground. Willy's eyes snapped open.

'I'm still alive?'

Willy looked back. A black-armored man stood on top of the silver-armored soldier's corpse. His face was rough. The man's skin looked brown from sunburn. His hair and beard were black, with a few strands of white.

The man then went over towards him, a gauntleted hand reached forward to Willy as if helping him up but then—slap!

A heavy blow landed on the back of Willy's head.

"You idiot! Wake up, boy! You just let your head fly like that." The older soldier snapped at him. Unfortunately, Willy was still not connected to this world. He was still in shock.

"What?" Willy asked confusedly.

Once again a heavy blow landed on the back of Willy's head.

"You idiot! Looks like you hit your head so hard you lost your brain. Come on, raise your sword and slay those damn elves. Your mother must be ashamed to see you like this!"

'Ah.'

When he heard those words, it made Willy realize his position.

'Right. I have to stay alive. I have to go home to pay the hospital bill. If I die now, I can't go home. Mama will suffer alone. Why would I forget such an important thing?'

Willy slapped his cheek many times.

'Did I hit him too hard?' The black-armored warrior wondered inwardly.

Suddenly, two silver-armored elven warriors charged towards the two of them. The black-armored soldier immediately sprang to his feet, he parried the attacks of the two elven warriors, then slashed at them both one by one.

His sword soon cut and slashed.

"Keuk!"

"You son of a bitch! Quickly help me slaughter them, or I will kill you!"

Willy grabbed back his sword that rested on the ground and stood up.

"Yes, sir!" cried Willy. The soldier laughed loudly at Willy's answer. It sounded funny to his ears.

'Seems like my bullshit is very motivating' The soldier glanced towards Willy.

"Good! Now come with me! Call me Braun."

Then they both moved towards the enemy. Willy, who didn't know what to do, decided to follow the man who just saved his life. Braun glanced at Willy and noticed that his hand holding the sword kept shaking. Braun sensed that there was something strange about Willy, but then he ignored it. Braun thought this might be Willy's first war.

'Has this kid never been in a war before?'

Braun pierced through the crowd of enemies, he slaughtered all of their opponents without hesitation. Meanwhile Willy only followed from behind and parried every attack without hurting them. He was still shocked after killing an elf. But what was even more surprising was his swordsmanship. Willy's body felt free as he held onto the sword. Every swing of the sword that he threw, felt very natural. It was as if he had learned the sword before.

'I've never wielded a sword before. But, somehow, it's very easy. I thought that crazy god didn't give me any privileges?'

So many questions popped into Willy's head.

'Relax, think about it. The mad god is a weeaboo. He sends people to another world to start a new life. It's obvious he likes isekai. Meaning, what I experienced should be exactly the same as anime or isekai novels.

Most of those who were isekaied were born in a happy family, had the love of a childhood friend, and had the power to overpower all of his enemies. But Willy didn't have any of that. Instead, he woke up on the battlefield fully armed. He even had sword skills. Could it be ... he had entered someone else's body?'

Willy's guess was right. Currently, Willy was using someone else's body. Posea sent Willy's spirit into the body of a mercenary who was battling an elven army.

However, there was another bitter truth that Willy did not know.

Willy continued to stick with Braun throughout the battle. His body was drenched in sweat. He also had several slashes. Fortunately, the black armor protected his body.

"If you still want to breathe, use your eyes, kid!"

Braun snapped at Willy throughout the battle.

"Yes!"

Hour by hour, moment by moment. Time continued to pass for them and so did the lives that were lost. Many silver-armored troops were massacred.It was clear that the black-armoured troops dominated the battle.

"That's the last one! Kill him!" cried one of the black-armored soldiers.

Slash!

Thud.

One last silver-armored soldier fell and marked the end of a battle.

"Waaaahhhh!"

Cheers of victory rumbled, the entire battlefield trembled. Victory for the black-armored army!

'Finally finished.'

Willy who heard the roar of victory immediately fell. His breath was still ragged, but at least his heart could finally calm down a little after a hard day's racing. His clothes were soaked with sweat. The black armor he wore was decorated with mud and blood. He didn't care anymore.

Willy raised his hand as if reaching for the sky. His hands had stopped shaking.

'Am I this brave?'

Suddenly a transparent panel screen appeared.

[CHARACTER INFO]

William Butcher

Race: Human

Title: Ungrateful Bastard

Class: Swordman

AP: 2

Rating: F (2/199)

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[PASSIVE ABILITY]

Forsaken (FFF) - Lv. Max (+0)

Mental Strength (F) - Lv. 1 (+1)

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[MAGIC ABILITY]

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[COMBAT ABILITY]

Basic Swordsmanship (F) - Lv. 1 (+1)

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Once he finally read the panel screen that appeared, instead of being surprised, he was furious.

'What kind of title is this?'

Willy was not surprised that Posea would create an almost game-like world. Anime and games, the two things were difficult to separate.

'He made this world like an MMORPG game. But no HP, MP, stats, or levels. What is AP?'

Willy raised his middle finger towards the sky.

All the black-armored soldiers celebrated the victory. Some soldiers embraced each other, some sat on piles of corpses, some gathered spoils of war. But there was one soldier whose eyes were still wary.

That person was Braun.

He was still alert and gazed westward. His gaze looked further into the outskirts of the lush forest not far from the meadow. His eyes narrowed at the shadow of the forest.

'Something's not right,' Braun said to himself.

Willy saw Braun standing and looking at the forest. He realized that something was bothering Braun.

"What is it, sir? Is there a problem?" Willy asked. Now he sat up from the ground and looked at the veteran soldier.

Without turning his head, with a face still wary, Braun replied dryly.

"I told you, call me Braun. And you'd better get up, hold your sword. Don't let it go until we get back to camp." Braun's tone sounded serious. Willy was surprised at Braun's answer.

"Isn't the battle over?" Willy asked.

"Hopefully so. No one knows how the battle goes. Anything can happen in war."

When he took notice of Braun's wary attitude, Willy became wary too.

"What is bothering you, Braun?" Willy asked.

"The battle this time… feels too easy. Their moves are worse than an amateur. Even worse than your sword. They just scream here and there, like madmen wielding weapons. The field is surrounded by the forest. Our position is vulnerable to attack."

"I agree." Someone else's voice was heard.

Another soldier came and joined the conversation between the two of them. His voice was hoarse. Willy turned in the direction of the voice.

"There's something strange about this battle," said the newly arrived soldier. "Like you said, too easy. To my knowledge, Alfheim has many Battlemages that can ravage the battlefield. And I haven't seen any of them yet."

"Look." The soldier kicked the corpse of the elven soldier on the head.

"This elf's face is terrible. I met an elf slave once in Arcadia. An elf woman, she was very beautiful. Compared to them, like heaven and earth."

"That's right," said Braun.

When he kicked the corpse, his helmet came off. The soldier's eyes caught a glimpse of something. Something caught his attention. He knelt down, brushing the hair that covered the ears of the corpse elf warrior.

"Damn it!"

"What is it?" asked Braun. He turned to the newly arrived soldier.

"The ones we slaughtered were humans."

Braun's breath stopped.

"You bastard elf! I knew something was wrong." Braun turned to Willy. "Son! Get up and pick up your weapons!"

Unfortunately, Braun's warning was too late. Willy's eyes widened. Mouth agape, hands pointing to the sky.

Willy screamed, "W-Watch out!"