Bab 1: Chapter 1: As Always, Introduction: Transmigration, You Dumbass
Souma's laughter reverberated through the dingy alley, a stark contrast to the violence unfolding around him. His fists moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, each strike a testament to his unwavering resolve. Blood sprayed in every direction, painting the walls in a macabre tapestry of crimson as his adversaries fell beneath his relentless onslaught.
"Come on, you maggots! Taste my fist, you Subaru twigs!" Souma's voice echoed with defiance, cutting through the chaos like a blade through flesh. He stood alone against a tide of darkness, a lone warrior with nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Subaru, the cunning and cold-hearted leader of a notorious mob, sneered in response, his eyes glinting with malice. "You stupid dog, you think you're immortal? Boys, what are you waiting for? He's alone, for fuck's sake!"
The crowd, a chorus of malcontents and miscreants, roared with bloodlust, egging on the violence unfolding before them. Bones cracked like thunder, and the stench of sweat and iron filled the air as the brawl reached its crescendo.
But Souma was no easy prey. With the agility of a seasoned fighter, he danced through the chaos, evading blows and delivering punishing strikes with precision. Each impact sent shockwaves reverberating through his adversaries, their bodies crumpling like paper dolls in the face of his relentless onslaught.
"You'll have to do better than that!" Souma's taunt cut through the air, his eyes ablaze with determination.
As the thugs closed in, Souma's senses sharpened, every muscle primed for battle. He anticipated their moves before they even made them, a testament to his skill and experience honed through countless trials.
But amidst the frenzy of combat, a familiar voice pierced the cacophony—a slow, mocking clap that reverberated through the alley.
"What magnificent skill you have, stray dog," Subaru's voice dripped with disdain, his demeanor oozing arrogance.
Souma's gaze hardened, his fists tightening with restrained fury. "Shut your trap, Subaru. You think I'll let you go after what you did to Joe?"
Subaru's grin widened, a predator reveling in the game of cat and mouse. "Joe? You mean that brat who trapped me and ruined my drug business? So, he's alive. Hmmm, it's no good to have a witness. Better I kill him next time."
The exchange crackled with tension, each word a spark igniting the powder keg of their enmity.
"You dare?" Souma's voice was a low growl, his resolve unyielding.
"Yes, I do. And with you, the witnesses increase, which means you need to die now." Subaru's words dripped with venom as he flicked a dagger towards Souma with deadly accuracy.
But Souma was not so easily felled. With reflexes honed in the crucible of adversity, he deflected the blade, his eyes flashing with defiance.
"You have nice reflexes, brat. Unfortunately, that dagger was coated with neurotoxic venom from the infamous Victoria snake. You can feel your breath shortening, right?"
A cruel smirk danced across Subaru's lips, his victory seemingly assured.
But Souma's laughter rang out, defiant and unyielding. "Shishishishishi... huff, huff."
Subaru's confidence faltered, a flicker of doubt clouding his expression.
"What are you laughing at, brat?" Subaru's voice trembled, his facade of superiority cracking under Souma's unwavering gaze.
"You said it was coated?" Souma's voice was a razor-sharp retort, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "Taste your own poison, dumbass."
With a swift motion, Souma turned the tide of battle, hurling the dagger back at Subaru with lethal precision.
Subaru's eyes widened in horror as the dagger found its mark, sinking deep into his chest. "Shit, I am dead," he muttered, the realization dawning too late.
As the venom coursed through his veins, Subaru's strength waned, his body collapsing to the ground in a heap of shattered pride.
But Souma's triumph was short-lived. As he stood amidst the carnage of battle, a blade found its mark, piercing his back with cruel efficiency.
Blood gushed from the wound, mingling with the crimson stains that adorned the alley walls. With each ragged breath, Souma's vision blurred, the world spinning into darkness.
Still, Souma fought on, his spirit unbroken even as his body betrayed him. With the last vestiges of his strength, he faced his assailants with a defiant roar, a lone warrior standing against the darkness.
And though his journey had ended in tragedy, the echoes of his defiance lingered on—a testament to the indomitable spirit of a boy who dared to dream of a better tomorrow.
(Meanwhile in another universe)
"Ugh, my belly hurts," groaned a boy with whisker marks on his face.
But little did he know, his destiny was about to collide with that of a fallen warrior, setting into motion a chain of events that would reshape the very fabric of their worlds.
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