Chapter 3 - Actually, I Have a Cheat Too

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The Kind-Faced Man

 

 

The scent of blood hung heavily in the air, and Ge Yan heard the ominous roar of beasts from the forest. He still had no idea what kind of world he was in, but that sound sent a chill through him.

 

One thing was certain: this world was bizarre. Not only did people fight with weapons, but they wielded strange and powerful abilities.

 

Case in point, his new master—a man who could kill with a flick of his hand, more ruthless than any killing machine.

 

And now, that ruthless machine was walking toward him, his expression as cold as ice. Ge Yan took an instinctive step back and tripped over something on the ground. Feeling around, he pulled out a pale, severed arm, bone sticking out from the break. He recognized it. It was the arm of the first person he'd possessed.

 

The horror on Ge Yan's face must have been obvious, as the man—now towering over him—gave him a disdainful glance. His look then shifted to disgust before he turned coldly and said, "If you don't want to die, follow me." Then he walked off briskly.

 

Ge Yan didn't stop to analyze his words; he scrambled to his feet and chased after the man, only a beat behind. Suddenly, a low growl rumbled from behind him. Ge Yan glanced back and took a sharp breath as he tripped over his own feet, nearly eating dirt.

 

Pairs of eerie green eyes gleamed in the darkness, as agile forms leaped forward, sharp fangs gleaming with drool. There were four or five of them, each one a wolf—but larger and far more savage than the wolves he'd known in his past life. They were nothing like ordinary wolves.

 

The sinister green eyes seemed to gaze this way. Fortunately, they didn't chase after him but instead surrounded the scene of the murder, their terrifying chewing sounds, swallowing noises, and the crunching of bones echoed ominously, indicating that they were feeding. Because they had food, they didn't need to hunt—this glimpse into the brutality of this world was chilling.

 

Ge Yan felt nauseated and wanted to vomit, but nothing came up.

 

The man walked fast, each of his strides almost equating to Ge Yan's two. In no time, he fell behind considerably, but Ge Yan hadn't noticed; he just wanted to quickly escape from the scene of carnage behind him, lest he become a meal for those wolves.

 

In the stillness of night, his frantic footsteps seemed amplified. When he finally glanced up, he froze.

 

The man had vanished.

 

Where had he gone?!

 

The dim forest path radiated an eerie chill, and the growls of the wolves behind him made Ge Yan shiver. Already injured, his legs buckled, and he slumped against a nearby tree, knowing he couldn't run any further. Leaning on the trunk for support, he felt the weight of his injuries pressing down on him.

 

He had barely escaped the man's deadly hands. Was he now destined to die here after all?

 

The thought of his body torn apart by wolves made his face pale. A sudden tightness gripped his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. The metallic scent spread quickly. His ears caught the sound of rustling, and a dread realization hit him: predators had excellent senses of smell, especially at night. Even the faintest whiff of blood would draw them like a magnet.

 

Four words blazed in Ge Yan's mind: I am done for. He closed his eyes, ready for the end. Cold, damp wind brushed his face, and, after thirty seconds, he sneezed.

 

Sneaking one eye open, Ge Yan saw not a beast but a strikingly handsome face before him. Sharp brows, deep eyes, and a sculpted, frost-covered expression—but what caught Ge Yan's attention was the blood coating the man's hands. He instinctively glanced at his own body. No wounds. He breathed a sigh of relief. Not his blood, then.

 

Relaxed, Ge Yan didn't notice how the man's expression darkened at his reaction. Flicking the blood from his hands, the man turned away, silent, and continued on.

 

That's when Ge Yan saw the massive corpse of a wild boar lying behind him, the size of a small hill. Its ugly snout was crushed inward, and its face was a mess of blood and gore. Only then did he remember hearing a thud earlier. So, the man had come back to save him?

 

"Hurry up!" the man barked, a scowl tightening between his brows.

 

For once, Ge Yan found the man's face almost... kind. If only he would stay like this! His chest no longer aching, he jumped up to follow, his spirits lifted. Maybe because he was feeling better, he found it easier to keep up with the man's pace this time.

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