8: Most Skilled Thrower

Caleb didn't want to waste the opportunity he created. He charged at Mordred, planning to pierce him in the eye and kill him in the same way as their dead comrade.

However, before he could even close the distance, a knife blocked the trajectory of his attack.

'How?' Then Caleb was surprised to notice Mordred, particularly his bloodshot eyes. Now Caleb knew that Mordred somewhat reacted faster than he had expected and managed to save his eyes.

Instead of continuing his attack. Caleb decided to retreat and ran towards the kitchen. He jumped passed the red mark on the floor, then he saw a blood-spattered knife lying on the floor so he hurriedly picked it up.

Unfortunately, Mordred managed to close the distance with his large stride. He raised his knife and put all his weight in his arms, preparing to stab Caleb.

"You lack attention to details." Caleb's evil smile made Mordred aware that something was wrong.

But it was too late. His left foot slipped as it stepped on the red mark on the floor. He tried his best to balance himself, but his momentum didn't make it easier.

Caleb suddenly threw another pack of sashimi powder right into Mordred's face. Yes, there are two packs of sashimi powder on the table. Since he can take them all, why settle for one?

"Well, I won-"

Before Caleb could even finish his words, he felt a piercing pain in his chest. His heart rate started to decline and a cold sensation spread throughout his whole body. When Caleb look down, he saw the same knife on Mordred's hand from his chest, and blood continuously spurted from it.

"You think I can only swing? I'm the most skilled thrower in our group. But throwing your only weapon is foolish, so I only because you forced me." Mordred stood up from the ground while clutching his bruised knees. His eyes were closed as he was talking with Caleb. After all, the toxic powder in the air hasn't dissipated yet. "That's why when I saw you throw the Ice Pick to James accurately, I couldn't believe it. Your technique had reached the intermediate level."

Mordred paused for a moment and looked at the slowly dying kid with a sly smile. "I thought it was a fluke. How could a five-year-old kid who was still wet behind his ears have the capacity to do such a thing? Then I remembered you are Eduardo's son. The most notorious scout in our group in the past. Perhaps he trained you, hoping that someday you will hunt us, right?"

Hearing this, Caleb, who was already dizzy from all the blood he lost, almost fainted. 'Motherfucker!! You are overthinking things! I'm just a humble transmigrator. And who would be sane enough to train a five-year-old child for that?'

As Caleb slowly plummeted to the ground, his blood slowly started to bathe his body. 'Didn't expect I would still die in the end. No... Just as I expected, there's no escape.'

Caleb didn't have the strength to respond to Mordred anymore. Not when he can't even feel an ounce of oxygen in his lungs.

"Not talking, huh? Guess I'm right after all. Well, you put up a good fight." With a sigh, Mordred went beside Mir, who was feeling the wall in his hands. "If I didn't recognize what kind of powder you threw. Perhaps I will be in the same state as Mir and you will be the final winner. Unfortunately, there is no what if..."

"Mor, did you get the bastard?" Mir asked, struggling to find his way because he couldn't see.

Mordred did something unexpected this time. He stabbed Mir right in the forehead. "How pathetic. A useless blind man like you isn't needed in the group anymore."

With a loud bang, Mir kissed the floor with his head and died with an obvious shock written all over his face.

'What a ruthless guy...' This is the last scene that Caleb saw before darkness swallowed his consciousness.

Suddenly, time stood still. Everything stopped. Mordred's expression of disdain froze as if captured by a camera. Then a blue slime flew out from Caleb's body. A blue wormhole appeared in its path and it entered right through it.

Then time returned to its normal flow... Mordred stared at Caleb's body, unaware of the supernatural incident. 'The boss would certainly reward me for killing a potential threat this time.'

Though he was uncertain if their boss would buy his story. After all, who would believe that a kid can do such things? The brain of kids aren't even fully developed yet. "Fortunately, I can use Mir and James' corpses as evidence." Mordred muttered.

Mordred pulled Mir and James's dead body. He eyed Caleb's corpse one last time and the empty bucket near the chimney. 'Think about it now. He should have just climbed the chimney. He's just alone and James might not have been able to notice him.'

Thinking of this, Mordred shook his head, closed the wooded door, and left without looking back.

A few seconds after Mordred left. A little girl crawled out from the chimney with her face covered with ashes and her fingers were bloodied. She walked towards Caleb's body and sobbed.

A few minutes later, her eyes became colder and colder. She stopped crying and her face turned emotionless. "I'll avenge you, brother. I'll eradicate them all!!"

...

"So that's how it works." Caleb woke up with a look of understanding on his young face. This time, he finally knew how he got reincarnated. "So I'm a four years old kid this time. I hope Patricia managed to survive."

Thinking of his little sister in his first reincarnation. Caleb hoped that his death wasn't in vain.

'Let's see... Where am I now?' The first he noticed was the double-deck bed he was in. There's also a teenager playing games not far away from him. 'Good! Modern world!'

Now, he knew how his reincarnation works as he received information from a weird blue slime in his dream. Plus, he can also feel it with his consciousness as if he was connected by it by a spiritual link. Caleb didn't exactly know why he has it, but he at least understood its function. 'It might be my golden finger after all...'

His second reincarnation isn't a coincidence. Since he managed to access the mysterious blue slime whose origin he didn't know.

The blue slime is like a transportation tool where it carried Caleb's consciousness. It constantly travels in the river of time. Past, present, future. Different timelines and different worlds with different rules.