I calmly wait by the carriage.
As someone from another world with a rich culture, and is at the height of the information age, my perception of things is vastly different from the average denizens of this world.
It doesn't even move me despite the Godly Berserker Potion's miraculous effects. My adaptability since waking up as a young elf also speaks of my experiences in the prior world. Reincarnation is pretty much a wide topic, but so is the idea of 'transmigration' to other worlds via the various web novels that 'healthily pollute' the internet.
I feel my limbs and the boiling blood in my veins. I calm the urge as I wait patiently by the huge gates of Urden County. Shortly after, the gate starts moving. The sound of chains clinking, and the heavy weight of the gate as it grinds on the ground echoes in this silent night. I see a clean middle-aged man wearing leather armor behind the gate.
If I have the other elves being my entourage at this point, it wouldn't be this easy. I relaxedly bring my carriage inside Urden county. Inside, I wait for the gate behind me to close. I then descend from the carriage after I confirm that the gate is now closed.
A middle-aged man who is waiting for me by the gate has a scholarly appearance. He approaches me with steady steps with the intention to interrogate me.
"I have come to question…" The middle-aged man who I assume to be an official halts his words. "Your face is so bloody… What happened?"
Ah.
I almost forget the severe bleeding in my face. I gently wipe off the wet blood. It is not an issue anymore anyway as the bleeding has long stopped… or so I think. That Godly Berserker Potion will shave off 300 to 400 years of my life, so what is a little pain?
Moreover, if I have the great enormous strength I have now, it surely is worth it. I swing my fist meeting the middle-aged man's jaw. I feel my bones and muscles hurting, but I endure the pain.
Before everyone knows it, the middle-aged man's head is now 180 degrees turning to his back. The soldier who is just behind my should-be interrogator screams at the sight of this.
I sigh.
"Quiet down," I run to the soldier and punches his face with all of my strength.
The results are catastrophic. I feel my fist's bones breaking a bit to the point of contact. My clenched fist literally inserts itself into the man's skull, while his brain matter spills out. The way the man dies is disgustingly horrid, but I just casually look at it.
There are more soldiers at the site, but none of them tries to make a move. Their hands are shaking, and jittery. I look at the sentry above the gate watchtower.
The Sentry realizes that he just let a monster to the gate, and fear almost overwhelms his reason. However, because of the distance between him and the monster, he is able to awaken a semblance of free will. He grabs the rope connecting to a bell. However, before he can even make a noise. A spear finds its mark on his chest.
The soldier beside me dumbfoundedly looks at his hand where his spear should be. "Your grip on your weapon is so light…" I comment teasing him about this unreality.
It is a great hit to the soldier's pride, and the sense of fear makes him lose judgment. "AaAaaAAHh!" A pathetic cry unseemingly boosts what is left of his courage. His fist rushes at me, but I deign not let it connect as, despite my god-like strength, I have become more sensitive to pain now.
I push him out of reflex. But that push is so strong it sends the poor soldier flying to several yards. I count three other soldiers idly standing and watching this. They start running like headless flies. I let them be as the only person in my sight is the soldier who kindly lends me his spear.
Anger, rage, and wrath manifest!
Utter joy blossoms from the bottom of my heart. I arrive at the poor soldier's range. He is coughing blood and is out of breath. I control my strength, and with a 'light' stomp, I crush his abdomen. The soldier further screams into a horrible echo resounding on the empty street. I grind my foot to his abdomen making his despaired cry echo more.
In the next 12 hours, I will become the beacon of despair.
It is not just my muscular strength that is godly now. Even my perception, senses, and thinking have never been so clear. I feel multiple gazes land on me. With the commotion just now, activity should return to this peaceful night in Urden County.
The citizens of Urden County shall be the witness to my grand play.
"I come bearing news as the representative of the Fae… I am the Elf King, Arthram Fae Zorun! And on behalf of all of the elves, I come here to deliver divine punishment to all of the sinners of this estate!"
Exactly at that moment, a wrathful roar echoes and follows my words. The small carriage just behind me explodes into splinters as an angry Bear Stalker reveals itself for all people to see.
With my enhanced attributes, I quickly remove myself from the scene. The Stalker didn't disappoint me. It is the right move to share some Berserker Potion with that magical beast. As a Stalker is highly carnivorous, just the smell of blood is enough to stimulate its senses.
I perch on a high-rise building, watching the rampaging bear. The curious citizens of the county become the first victims of the bear, I hope some of them who manage to see my speech would survive and spread my 'heroic' deeds. I maliciously smile as I hurry to a 'destination' in mind.
....
Blood trickles on my boots as the Urden main manor presents itself to me. The soldiers guarding the gates fall dead flat on their backs. Gashing wounds on their neck drip with blood.
I shake off my steel sword causing drenching blood to splatter into a beautiful curve from where I stand. I casually come to the manor with relaxed steps. One of the advantages of a small unit is the difficulty to catch them in a terrain that highly favors guerilla warfare.
As I am alone, and my mobility with the Godly Berserker Potion is just monstrous, I am literally in a state of invincibility. If they cannot gather enough soldiers to take care of me, I will just freely go as I like on this battlefield.
I walk past the servants, casually swiping my sword to those who are in my reach. One servant decides to fuck it and run for it, but I didn't let him be as with an explosive step, I strike him down with savage glee.
I make sure to plaster a smile on my face as I cut them down to further emphasize the mad divine punisher I wish to be.
I don't have any finesse with my swordsmanship and am just a brute swinging his sword. Finally, I arrive at where is the Count's bedroom, but he wasn't there. It is a surprise, but not so much a surprise. My sick mind imagines the Count to be playing with some elves at this time of the night somewhere else.
The disgusting distaste bubbles on my tongue. I spit at the dead soldier on my foot. "I swear I will put him on a cross." I come to the Count's office, but he is still not there. "Where is he? Did he escape?"
"Who are you? Are you an assassin?" A righteous shout calls to me.
I see a young man with dark brown hair and eyes full of spirit. "Ah, you are Garus Urden, correct?" One of the things I had Wisley buy for me is the paintings of the related family of the Urdens. If possible, I wish to destroy their whole bloodline.
But after learning that there are only this young Garus and Count Galen, I decide to become bolder in my actions. That is why I didn't even hesitate to take the death-courting bloody 'Godly Berserker Potion' that is now flowing in my veins.
Garus with a nervous grip on his sword concludes. "You are not an assassin. You killed everyone in the manor, you monster! Just who are you?"
Just like I am hearing from the rumors and the story. The son of Count Galen, Garus, is a righteous young man. This is incredible! I entertain the thought of using this naive Galen as a witness.
"Don't resist," I tell him. "I don't know how to be gentle."
With the gale on my steps, I appear on his vanguard in the blink of an eye. I bring my hand to his throat, but Garus's accomplishment with the sword isn't something I should look down. With nimble hands, Garus waves his sword reacting just right in time to strike my neck.
Garus displays his ferocity to me.
With impressive accuracy, with my outstretched hand, I strike the flat side of Garus's sword with my elbow. This alters Garus's sword slightly, but just enough to miss my neck. Like a taut spring, I snap my arm to Garus, and with my hand, I grab his throat.
I lift him from the ground, and with my other hand wielding the sword, I threateningly place my keen edge above Garus's eyeball.
"I am in desperate need of a guide." I cheerfully force him into the job. "You are hired." I tell him as a matter of fact.