Soon came the next day of the party journey, sitting in silence once again as they all travel in the large carriage. The silence is unbearable for Zhihui. But she could not think of a way to make her servants, open to Mors.
And any try Mors did, was met by silence. He sure was trying his best to get their approval and get into friendly relationships with them. As such she has been spending her time looking over the system and all its interconnected parts.
She could not lie; all of this made no sense to her. If not for the lowkey question she asks Mors, she would have no clue what any of the bottoms did. Seeing all the types of martial arts, talents, artifacts, and even "Events".
With so many tools at her disposal, it would be a miracle not to become extremely strong and dethrone her cousin. She could now see why Mors is as strong as he is, being able to carefully make your own path to immortality without relying on luck, is sure to bring big benefits.
Then again, she has experienced firsthand how well of a fighter Mors is, so this system has only made him stronger than he would normally be. Just like she is stronger than normal, because of her past life knowledge.
She started to think of using some of these events, later, as some of them could prove to be very useful for her breakthrough into another stage. But as she thinks of this, the carriage stops suddenly. Her body is pulled forward a bit, as she tries to keep her body from flying out of her comfy seat.
Soon the voice of the rider, a poor old man who only does this job to provide for his family. An easy job with protection from strong cultivators. His voice is shaky and with fear in every letter. Sweat goes down the side of his face, his eyes looking at the hungry wounded monster.
The monsters are 3 in total. Large green frogs with countless sharp teeth coming out of their hideous mouth. Countless wounds of what seem to be blades cover the green mucous skin of the frogs. The middle frog towers over the carriage, and weird grows out of its head.
Pieces of the flesh are stuck to the curving white horns. Its repulsive saliva hits the ground. Mudding it up, its stomach growling in hunger, as easy and defend less pray lays in front of it.
"Mistress…..Master….there are three monsters…blocking the road."
"Alright, I was getting tired of sitting"
Said a male voice as the doors of the carriage gets kicked open. Taking the three frogs by surprise, a male figure walks out of the carriage. A brown skin man, wearing a beautiful well-crafted red dress. A long red sword hangs from its right hand.
The man makes a black blank mask appear out of thin air. As he wears it and presses it softly against his face with his left hand. His eyes shine with bloodlust as he looks at the monsters in front of him. Fear settles in, into their very tired and wounded bodies.
They should have never stepped out of the forest as the mindless predators they are running from aren't as scary as the man in front of them. The middle frog, ready to jump away, stops. As red covers its vision.
A flash of red bombards his mind and the next thing he knows, the world goes black. Its soul slowly leaves its lifeless body. For it had lost its life before it knew it. A rank 2 warrior stage monster dies to a rank 1 warrior stage human in less than a second.
As the oversize body of the frog falls to the ground, picking up clouds of dirt. Standing on top of his kill is no other than Mors. His blade is fresh with blood. The two other frogs could not help but shake in fear and respect for the strong human.
But before they meet their end against the blade of the human, two sharp wind blades are sent to their heads. As they breathe in the air of the wind blades, their heads slowly get cut in half right by the middle of it. The QI fill the air and enters their lungs. As it rages against the prison that is the fleshy frog lungs.
A large meaty and bloody explosion occurs on their chest. As pieces of meat fly everywhere, their fresh blood paints the road and ground red in color.
"Now now, don't take all the fun away from me M-Mings"
"Sorry, but being stuck in a carriage for so long is not my style"
Zhihui could not help but sigh as she walks over to the monster bodies. Her two servants slowly followed behind her, and the poor old man could not help but sigh as his life is safe. As Zhihui looks over the old wounds in the frog's bodies. She could not help but talk out loud.
"Blade marks, but they don't look like normal blade marks. Almost like claw marks, but more well forge"
Mors stands next to Zhihui, letting her talk and listing to her observations. When it comes to blade marks and all this medieval stuff, he is as lost as Zhihui is when it comes to the system. As Zhihui finishes looking at the wounds, she turns to her servants, giving Mors a side look as she spoke.
"Alright, I think I would start my hunt now. Clearly, this strong monster is ruining the ecosystem of the forest. Huan and Fen, I need you to go to the city. You need to spread rumors that I got my talents back and inform the city leader that I will be dealing with the monster. Tell him that I call dips in all the resources and fame from it. Just get the party ready for when we arrive victorious"
"Yes, lady, your word is law"
Both servants said as they went back to the carriage, as Zhihui started to walk towards the forest, follow close behind by Mors. Close enough to hear him say the following sentence
"Episode, 153, cleaning up corruption. Who knew that in this new life I will be making new videos."
"What?"
"Don't worry about it, just my little hobby. I like saying this kind of this before a big event"
"…ok, we all have weird hobbies"
"It's not weird"