Cheat Awakening

"My dear Master, where do you think you are going in such a hurry? How could you leave your little kitty alone outside with that old man? What if he took advantage of your absence and did something bad with your little kitty?"

..."

Myne had just touched the handle of the cabin door when the extremely seductive voice of Velvet whispered into Myne's ear, sending chills through his entire body.

F*ck you, Old Geezer! Couldn't you just wait for one more second? Myne cursed with a face uglier than a crying curse in his mind. He closed his eyes tightly to avoid seeing Velvet's creepy dark and gold eyes, not to mention her otherworldly horrific face.

"W, Would you believe me if I said I was going to bring some clothes for you? I don't want you to fight naked with that pervert Old Geezer." Despite trembling from fear as Demonic Velvet's bloody hand gently moved around his neck to his cheek, Myne mustered the courage to joke with someone who could beat him to death if accidentally provoked by his words.

"Yahahaha... Ohh my..." Demonic Velvet suddenly paused unexpectedly hearing a joke from the cowardly Myne who was trying to escape the moment she showed up. Contrary to Myne's expectations, she started laughing heartily before continuing, "Master, Shrekkk Khe-ah-sha."

Although Myne didn't understand the last words Demonic Velvet said in her weird demonic language, the way her voice sounded to him seemed mocking. Myne knew his time was running out just like with Alban. As bad things are often predicted accurately, right next moment Myne found himself in a similar situation.

After teasing him a bit, Demonic Velvet lifted him up by the collar and started walking further from the cabin. Myne slowly opened one eye and saw his only hope of saving his life slipping away with each passing second. Helplessly, he could only watch, since he didn't have much power to do anything.

His once OP skills, which made him nearly invincible in The Augusta Kingdom, now had almost no effect on powerful enemies like Demonic Velvet or suspicious characters like Alban.

"This should be far enough," Knowing that Myne wouldn't understand her native language Demonic Velvet, with a mocking tone spoke in normal language after dragging Myne like a chicken a hundred meters away from the cabin.

Just when Myne was wondering what she meant by 'far enough,' suddenly he saw his vision swam, his ears echoing with the phantom shrieks of Demonic Velvet's mocking laughter. He sputtered, struggling to breathe, the metallic tang of blood filling his mouth. Then, the world spun again, blurring into a dizzying kaleidoscope of browns and grays.

A brutal wind lashed at him, icy needles stinging his skin. A jolt of agony ripped through his stomach, a searing white-hot poker twisting in his gut. He didn't have time to scream, only a strangled gasp escaping his lips before he slammed into a rough-hewn garden wall. Bricks crumbled, and wood splintered. He bounced again, the house wall meeting him with a sickening thud. Then, silence.

"Cough!"

A mouthful of blood escaped from Myne's mouth as he lay on the road like a broken, but still intractable crop. One arm bent in a weird direction, one leg riddled with holes and a large wooden piece lodged inside, painted with his fresh blood. His new clothes, which had barely seen the world for four days, now became part of nature.

His entire body bore injuries, ranging from small to large, with blood gushing out from every single one.

The good news was that Myne still hadn't lost consciousness, although he wasn't far from losing it. To avoid being tortured to death or becoming a certain pervert guinea pig who liked to take over someone else's body, Myne was willing to endure excruciating pain, instead of using his Ultra Regeneration skill for short momentary relief.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Master, your bravado has dissolved quicker than mist on a summer's day. Just look at yourself—weak and helpless, on the verge of embracing death.

You promised to save me from all kinds of danger, but if you can't even handle a single punch from a fragile girl like me, how are you going to protect me from evil people with ulterior motives, drawn by my stunning beauty and this breathtaking figure of mine that would turn angels green with envy?" Demonic Velvet taunted with a sinister smirk.

Myne, who heard Demonic Velvet's demonic voice beside him, slowly opened his eyes. Now, his eyes could only perceive one colour filter for all things. However, upon seeing Demonic Velvet's ghostly, scary face, he honestly closed them again.

"At least at the end of my life, if it is the end, he wants to see or imagine something beautiful, not haunted, so even if he embarks on the long journey of the afterlife in the next moment at least he has something better to think.

"Ahhh, such exquisite fear," Demonic Velvet purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "I haven't tasted something like this for years," She nonchalantly licked a smear of blood from the corner of her mouth, her laughter a chilling chime in the stillness, not minding Myne's act of playing dead.

"But I think we could take it to the next level. What do you say, my funny Master?"

*Bang!

With a casual flick of her wrist, she unleashed a blow that reverberated through the air. Myne, as if struck by a super-fast dragon head-on, his body contorting into a grotesque "V" as the force of the punch sent him plummeting into a two-meter crater. The earth groaned under the impact, a testament to her seemingly gentle-looking punch.

"Ahh...Cough, cough, f*~"

"Oh, you're still alive? Quite a shocking feat. According to your previous performance, I thought you would surely pass out from this attack. Seems like I underestimated your little body... Hmm, maybe I can consider taking your young body instead of that old guy."

Myne, now in dire condition and everything slowly blurring in his eyes with each passing second, had no idea what nonsense Demonic Velvet was speaking. He was in a dilemma about whether he should activate his Ultra Regeneration skill or let the story unfold as Demonic Velvet wished. There was a high chance that the next time he woke up, he might have a weird partner sharing his body.

However, surrender offered a slim hope – perhaps Demonic Velvet, her twisted amusement satisfied, would delay his ultimate fate, leaving him a sliver of time to escape.

BOOM!

Myne's rapid brainstorming halted abruptly; he felt as though someone was lifting him up by his tattered shirt, exacerbating his already unimaginable pain. He resisted the urge to cry, aware that it would only intensify his suffering. Suddenly, as if Lady Luck had finally taken pity on her faithful believer, a deafening explosion echoed from afar.

A colossal mushroom of dust and flame, the size of two houses, came into view, causing Demonic Velvet to frown, and Myne finally opened his eyes.

As Myne and Demonic Velvet gazed at the mushroom, a black tail of flame shot from its centre into the sky, reaching a height of around a hundred meters. Then It changed direction like a burning meteor and hurtled towards Myne.

BOOM!

Another explosion, just a few meters away from Myne and Demonic Velvet, showered both of them with a torrent of molten debris

With a snarl that ripped through the air, Demonic Velvet flung Myne aside and flew out of his two-meter-deep crater.

Meanwhile, Myne, finally free from Demon's clutches, wasted no time in pasting the Ultra Regeneration skill on himself. As it was a passive skill, there was no other way to stop it from working, other than cutting it off. The Ultra Regeneration skill instantly sprang into action at full power, aided by Myne's nearly unlimited magic power since he only has a few power-consuming skills.

In just ten seconds, Myne felt a tide of vitality wash over him, his broken body mending piece by piece and he was ready to endure another round of beating.

Breathing a sigh of relief after escaping unimaginable pain, Myne slowly crawled to the edge of the crater and poked his head out to see his knight in shining armour. However, upon seeing him, he couldn't help but click his tongue, overwhelmed by a deep sense of envy and jealousy.

The protagonist of the chapter turns out to be none other than Old Pervert Alban, completely surrounded by his fierce black flame. Unlike previous times, the flame had entered a violent mood, visibly increasing in density and power. The heat escalated to the point that, with each step, the ground melted beneath Alban.

Inside the violent-black flame, Alban resembled a barbaric warrior, standing at a height of three meters with bulging muscles and intricate veins. His eyes burning in red fire, only god knows how he is able to see anything in this condition and his pointed hair stood like needles ready to pierce someone to death.

Alban looked exactly like a certain tailless monkey who enjoyed getting beaten by his enemies at the start of each battle, only to scream until the audience's ears started bleeding, and then effortlessly defeat them.

Like an ancient leviathan stirred from its slumber, Alban marched towards Demonic Velvet with an angry expression on his face as if Demonic Velvet killed his family.

"Get the f*ck away from my food supplies you damn bastard. I'm not going to eat those disgusting mice again..."

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