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Owen was reincarnated to a new world full of wars and conflicts with his useless system. How will he survive? could he even survive? No.

BlueVeil · Fantasia
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8 Chs

Fight to death

The battle continued. Hundreds of lives were lost every second as the ground was filled with blood.

Soldiers dies on both sides but the bereth army was still overwhelmed by the imperial army.

Owen kept on killing every imperial he could see but the wave of enemies just kept on coming.

"RAAHHHH!!!" Owen roared as he kills his enemies.

<You have learned the skill [Bloodlust].>

<The skill [Combat Sense] Leveled up.>

<The skill [Swordsmanship] Leveled up.>

He had to fight three imperial soldiers at once at all times. He had no one to ask for help because all his squad members were already dead.

It was hopeless and he knew it but he just kept on fighting.

He might survive the bombing and it's also too early to give up. That's at least what he told himself.

'Thst's right, we can win and i'll survive...' Owen thought to himself. It was a lie, but a fake hope is better than nothing.

Time pass and the battle continues, the bereth army's forces were cut in half. They were losing but Owen told himself that they could still win.

However, with only ten thousand soldiers from bereth to fight a hundred thousand soldiers from the empire, his chances were slim.

Nevertheless, he just kept on fighting, on killing, but then, he saw the man wearing a golden armor got up on his horse as he race back to their camp.

It was a sign, a sign that they will blow the whole place. As Owen saw the man in golden armor getting further away, his body couldn't help but shake.

Owen felt fear, he knew that he wont survive. He just lied to himself, to lessen his fear, his fear of death.

Knowing his fate, he ran as fast as he could but then, a volley of arrows rain from the sky.

An arrow hit his knee and he stumbled on the ground. It was just his luck, his fate, it was all he could blame as he was about to die.

"Dammit..!" Owen cursed to himself as the ground rumbled. Then, the shaking stopped for a moment before explosions erupt everywhere.

"Fuck-!" It was his last words before the whole bereth army, together with the imperial army, were blown to pieces.

And just like that, the war ended.