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36.27% Shameless Transmigration: I turned everyone on! / Chapter 37: The courage it takes

Chapter 37: The courage it takes

In the far, a bright light enveloped the surrounding and all around was dark. Frozen Milk could barely open his eyes.

Was this the end?

He couldn't even lift his fingers to cover any of his wounds leaking his blood. He exerted all of himself for something he never thought he would.

He didn't know why but as he heard how his protagonist was captured and tortured, he lost all composure and the blood just gushed to his head and he was unable to hear anything else than the streams of it running upwards, he couldn't see anything else than the thick red.

It was as if nothing in the moment mattered, he needed to do everything he could to save his protagonist, everything he could to not make him suffer. This was all Frozen Milk could think of.

He knew his protagonist wouldn't die but Frozen Milk already made him suffer enough, he didn't want Prota to endure even more. He couldn't bear it and God forgive those who dared to harm his people.

Frozen Milk could faintly hear the voice of his system but he barely remain conscious. His limp body just rested against the wall of the cold and dark corridor and a large blood puddle formed around him.

In his daze, Frozen Milk also missed the oncoming footsteps. Then a pair of shoes came in his vision. They stepped into the bloody pool and splattered Frozen Milk's own blood back onto him. He couldn't look up or identify the person, but he felt he was grabbed by the collar.

"I remember you."

Yet Frozen Milk could barely make out the words.

"Heh, now you're in this state... suits you very much."

Frozen Milk was ungently thrown back against the wall. The force was strong enough for Frozen Milk to hear his bones crack.

The person finally bent down and met Frozen Milk on eye level.

Hazy, a very handsome face entered Frozen Milk's vision. He wanted to touch this face to see if it was real but his hand just slumped next to him, so he could only with the last of his breath exhale,

"Vil..."

"How do you know?"

Yet Frozen Milk closed his eyes.

His villain, named Vil, narrowed his eyes at Frozen Milk, "Causing troubles in my place and then dying like this?"

Vil stood up but then thought for a while. He dragged Frozen Milk by the hair with him, leaving another bloody trail behind.

***

Holbe left Prota and Glimpse Water behind and rushed down the hallways. The drops of blood weren't as large, thick or much, so it must mean that Frozen Milk wasn't in a bad state. However, when Holbe just turned around the corner, she saw the pathetic and broken form of Frozen Milk.

She halted her steps and covered her mouth. She wanted to rush to him immediately but couldn't move at all for some reason.

Then coming along the hallway, opposite to her, a tall male approached Frozen Milk. Once again, Holbe felt fear.

The man was very dangerous. Holbe couldn't help but hide behind the corner again and cautiously peek.

She was the captain of the holy knights but in the face of the newcomer, she felt incredibly small and weak. She instantly knew the moment her eyes rested on him that there was no way she could defeat him.

And she just cowered behind the corner, powerlessly watching how Frozen Milk was dragged away. She felt shame.

The very person who told her she was not a failure, he was glad she was born, the very man who gave her a worth, was heading towards his demise and she could only disappoint him.

It wasn't that she valued her own life more, but it was that fear bound her incapable of moving. Or so she told herself.

It was just an excuse. She knew deep down it was just an excuse. If she was stronger, if she wasn't so afraid, if, if, if...

None of the ifs could turn the fact around that in this very moment she didn't do anything to help Frozen Milk even though she was the only one who had the chance to save him.

The footsteps faded and Holbe took a deep breath. Her whole body shook. She dug her nails into her delicate skin and drew blood. After all, she was a failure.

She shot up and her feet moved towards the spot Frozen Milk laid in. The amount of blood nauseated her and her eyes stung.

One deep breath after another, she calmed herself and collected her courage. She followed the path Frozen Milk was taken away, but didn't make it far as a grinning male stood in her way.

"Beauty, you can't pass from here on. Stay away or else I've to use force."

***

Glimpse Water was still confused as to what has happened and helped Prota. He saw all the cruel wounds and had to hold Prota back who wanted to run instantly.

"Let go! I need to go aft- "

"What can you do in your condition? Rest first! Holbe's going to take care of father!"

Glimpse Water had to pull all his trust in Holbe. He could feel the rage of Prota, and his heart also ached for Frozen Milk, but he had to stay rational.

There must have been a reason why Frozen Milk was so furious about what happened to Prota. Prota was after all his character, no Prota was also his character, but Frozen Milk should've known that Prota wouldn't die so easily.

"Lemme tend to your wounds first," Glimpse Water was glad Prota was hurt or else he wouldn't have been able to suppress him in his normal state. Prota's body vibrated with rage.

Glimpse Water sighed, "What are you angry for? At father?"

Prota instantly calmed down.

"No, not at Frozen Milk but at the other guys. Frozen Milk... I'm worried about him."

"Really?" Glimpse Water thought this was the perfect opportunity to tease Prota, not having grasped the severity of the situation, "Though you ignored him pretty much for a long time."

"That was because!" Prota hissed in pain.

"Because?"

Prota couldn't admit it was because he was jealous of Frozen Milk's preferential treatment towards Glimpse Water.

Prota felt abandoned but when he just saw Frozen Milk, his pained expression, his hurt body, all petty feelings vanished and Prota wanted to kowtow to beg for forgiveness.

If only he wasn't so childish, if only he didn't go on his own, none of this would've happened.

Yet it was Frozen Milk who apologised to him, Frozen Milk who took the words out of his mouth, Frozen Milk who protected him.

Just the thought of it made Prota's restless body pump with adrenaline again.

"Ok, you're all patched up," Glimpse Water looked at his bad wrapping skills.

Glimpse Water had to rip his own clothes to cover the wounds of Prota.

Part of Prota's clothes were also ripped and his toned chest and abs were clearly seen. Glimpse Water looked at his own not too bad muscular body and heavily cursed, compared to Prota's body, his seemed like milk next to a strong brewed coffee!

If Glimpse Water could avoid it, he wouldn't want the protagonist to run around spraying his manly and undeniable pheromones around and was basically a magnet for thirsty girls. Even Glimpse Water had to admit Prota was really, really good-looking and could seduce anyone.

But Prota couldn't wait a second longer to search for Frozen Milk, and so Glimpse Water had to follow him.

"Why are you in a hurry? It ain't like father can't manage on his own."

"No, Frozen Milk was badly wounded."

Glimpse Water's eyes widened and finally understood Prota's urgency. He was also anxious now. How could Frozen Milk get hurt? Their creator badly wounded? It was impossible! Frozen Milk was literally a god! At least to him.

If Frozen Milk could read Glimpse Water's thoughts, knew what Glimpse Water thought of him, Frozen Milk would've treated Glimpse Water a thousand times better and adored him to death but his ego would've also enlarged several times again.

Prota and Glimpse Water blindly charged through the underground place with no clue as to where to go. They didn't think of following the blood drops until there weren't any anymore. Instead, nothing but the clean floor met them.

They were lost.

"Damn it!" Prota hit his fist against the wall. It was the first time Glimpse Water heard Prota ever swore. This was bad. They had no way of communicating with either Holbe or Frozen Milk.

Glimpse Water missed his time in the modern world where phones, GPS, tracking systems, technology and electricity existed. Instead he was here in a middle-age like world with the only difference that power- superhuman or whatever powers existed.

Glimpse Water kind of felt homesick but this wasn't the time now.

Prota suddenly stopped in his tracks. Glimpse Water could also hear it. Footsteps, not of a single person but at least two.

"We've been told people have intruded but I never thought it was true, how annoying," with a sword in his hand, a tall guy yawned.

"If his highness orders, we follow. We will only ask you once. Please leave," another smaller guy who looked like a scholar appeared behind them.


Chapter 38: To prove to you

The stage was set. The earth trembled. The air shuddered. The tension rose.

Just one move and it'd begin. A fight for loyalty, trust and power.

Holbe grabbed her sword, her eyes icily pierced into the carefree opponent.

None of the previous cowardice, fear nor regret lingered. Holbe saw this opportunity as her way to atone for letting someone slip through her fingers, for endangering his safety.

Her delicate, soft fingers clenched around the hard, cold steel of the blade. Her blood tainted the ground.

"Hurting yourself won't do you good," her opponent brimmed with energy and excitement.

He twirled his staff in his hand and then put it over his shoulders.

He gave Holbe a chance to retreat but she knew it was just empty promises.

His thirst- his bloodthirst to fight, to fight to his heart's content, to toy with her and to tear her apart gripped her by the ankles and almost swept the rug under her feet.

If she didn't concentrate, if she didn't put all her strength into it, she would never be able to forgive herself.

"Ha!" no one in the water side could rival her but here, were the nature people actually this strong?

To make her feel excited.

Her indifferent face was overtaken by emotions, her eyes bordered on guiding her towards insanity.

Holbe grinned.

She felt relieved, she had the chance to prove herself, to prove Frozen Milk's words weren't just empty, to prove she could live up to his expectations, to prove to Frozen Milk no matter what.

"You were right."

She hated her weak self, she hated herself just a second ago and she still did.

She knew she used this moment as an excuse to make up for herself. She knew the minute she'd catch up to Frozen Milk and see the fearsome person, all the arrogance she had right now would wither away.

But that was left to the future. Right now, she adjusted her stance, right now this was the present. Nothing mattered than this stage right in front of her.

She was a ferocious beast, her beautiful face contorted with crazed emotions, her elegant appearance clouded by her ripped clothes and her dirty skin. It was opposite to her usual high bearing as captain to stand above everyone.

Right now, she wasn't fighting to display her strength. She wasn't fighting for her country or to follow orders.

Right now, she fought for something precious and for herself.

"If you don't make way, I'll force you. I never felt more liberated than now," the grip on her sword strengthen as her feet moved away from each other. Her force on the ground was so strong, the ground gave in to her weight.

"I'm looking forward to it. I'm Oppoa," (OpponentA- Oppoa) Oppoa threw his staff in the air and stabbed it in the ground. He also put a hole in the floor.

"What's yours?" he had a childish yet proud smirk.

"It's captain for you."

"Ah," Oppoa was caught off guard as Holbe closed the distance between them in an instant and her sword yearned for his neck.

His staff deflected her blade only an inch away from him being decapitated.

"Ha, this is interesting," Oppoa grinned.

He easily held his ground against her and as if he was only training, evaded her attacks and occasionally used his staff to defend himself. It looked like he was humouring a little girl who wanted to avenge her dead parents.

It was a pathetic and ridiculous sight.

Holbe retreated a distance away.

"What's wrong captain? Are you tired of playing?"

"Does a life mean nothing to you?"

"A life?" Oppoa faced her and his amused eyes turned serious, "I'm right now defending a life."

"You are obstruct- "

"You have your own to protect and I have mine. Who says you're in the right? C'mon, we both want the same thing yet the way we achieve it is just different."

His staff touched Holbe and bored it into her chest,

"How many of our people died because of you water people? Just because we are barbarians in your eyes? How many times have you holy knights tried to invade our place?"

Holbe grabbed the end of the staff and whisked it to the ground, then to Oppoa's surprise, she bowed,

"It was my mistake. You are correct. I apologise."

She composed herself and her indifferent face was back, "However, I can assure you, he's not a threat. He came here with the naïve thought to unite and create peace."

Oppoa laughed, "There're always idiots like that. Let's see how strong your conviction is then."

With a swift movement, he picked up his staff and attacked Holbe. His expression indicated, he started to enjoy this fight again.

Holbe drew her sword and coated it in gold light.

"Heh, so this is the holy power?" Oppoa got even more excited.

Holbe sighed, the holy power depended on the amount she put into her sword. She had to use up her energy which was then converted into the power.

At least 30% was used on her body, she couldn't afford to exceed 50% on her sword or else even if she won the fight, she would be too exhausted to go after Frozen Milk.

Her only option was to reserve as much of her strength and energy as possible. She took a deep breath and guided her energy along her body into the sword.

During that process, Oppoa attacked but Holbe dodged it like soft feathers floating in water. It was smooth and beautiful even Oppoa was impressed.

Holbe closed her eyes. She could still see it. The massacred corpses left behind by Frozen Milk. It was brutal. She would not resort to such violent methods.


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