"Roar! How dare you touch this King!"
A powerful roar sounded in Thomson's head and he was jolted awake. The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by all different kinds of humanoid monsters.
All these humanoid monsters were gathered in different rows and the row seems to be moving forward slowly.
"Am I in the underworld?"
Looking up he saw a huge humanoid lion fighting a group of skeletons wearing black robes.
"You can't force into the cycle of reincarnation!"
The Werelion in the sky roared once again and started radiating a golden aura. As the Werelion gave off that aura Thomson started trembling. From deep within his core, he felt like his life was in danger.
The same thing happened to all the humanoid monsters around him.
Under the Werelion aura, the whole underworld started trembling.
Seeing the situation getting out of hand, the black skeletons also released their auras. A black aura radiated from the skeleton and the underworld stopped trembling.
As the skeletons released their aura, the threat Thomson was feeling also disappeared.
"How dare you threaten us."
A voice that originated from the skeletons travels throughout the underworld.
Hearing the voice, the Werelion seemed slightly panicked but he didn't back down.
He attacked the skeletons with full force.
But as he made his move, a light came from the skies of the underworld and the light hit the Werelion. The moment that light came in contact with the Werelion, his body started to disintegrate.
Every single humanoid monster saw this and they started to speak.
"Serves him right. Does he think he is Sun Wukong? How dare he challenge the Heavenly Laws."
"I think that was King Shi. He was the last King of the Golden Lion race."
"I think I heard about him. Wasn't he the one who killed the White Tiger?"
"No, you heard it wrong. He died at the hands of the White Tiger. It's just in that fight White Tiger was heavily injured and he is still recovering to this day."
Seeing the humanoid monster around him talk, Thomson's mind was a mess.
He couldn't figure out what exactly was happening. One moment he was trying to defend the caravan from the Werewolves' attack and the next he appeared here.
"I remember when the caravan was under attack. I was fighting a group of Werewolves but what happened after that?"
As Thomson thought about what happened during the werewolf's attack, he subconsciously put his right hand on top of his head. But suddenly it came to him.
'I was attacked. So, does this mean I am dead?'
Thomson looked around and he felt so lost. After three years he was finally going to meet his family but he died along the way. Thomson became sad as he thought about his family.
While Thomson was feeling sad, a Werebear was looking at him with a slight panic in his eyes.
'How the hell did this Monster appear here?'
But after getting a better look at Thomson, a doubt appeared in his mind.
'Although his face looks a little familiar, he isn't that guy.'
Still, deep in this mind the terror of that human was present.
"Hello there, I was wondering, do I know you?"
As a simple-minded Werebear didn't run his horses and directly asked Thomson.
As Thomson was grieving over this death, he heard a very polite voice.
Seeing a Werebear talking to him, Thomson was surprised. Hearing the Werebear words he was even more surprised.
'Do you know me? What type of question is this? In my whole life the only Werebeast I came across were Werewolves, wait it's now my previous life.'
Thinking about the Werewolves, Thomson felt angry.
"No, I don't think we have ever met before."
Thomson replied in a neutral tone. But the Werebear also sensed his emotions and now he was certain that the human standing over him was the same one he was thinking about.
"I should get out of here before that Angel also appears."
Mumbling under his breath, the Werebear left the row leading toward the bridge forgetfulness and took off toward the depths of the underworld.
All this was seen by Thomson, he wanted to chase after the Werebear and ask about what was happening there. But as he tried to move, Thomson found out he couldn't control his body.
He didn't know what was happening. Soon the row he was in started moving and he moved along the row.
Right now his body seems to be under some mysterious power control.
Walking along the row, after quite some time Thomson arrived before a long bridge. Under the bridge was a huge yellow river. At the bridge, a group of skeletons were standing and they all had a bowl in their hands.
Whenever a Werebeast or a human walks toward these skeletons, they fill the bowl with yellow river water and let them drink it.
As the Werebeast and humans drank the water their eyes lost all color and they crossed the river.
As the group in front of him crossed the river, Thomson's body also started to move.
Walking over the bridge, Thomson arrived before one of the skeletons on the bridge.
With his deep empty eye sockets, the skeleton looked very scary.
But the skeleton, like a lifeless puppet, filled the bowl with river water and handed it to Thomson.
Same as before, Thomson's body moved on its own and took the bowl. Looking at the yellow water filled with gooey bubbles, Thomson felt disgusted. But his hand brought the bowel to his mouth and poured it down his throat.
No matter how hard he tried, Thomson wouldn't do anything. Soon the bowl was empty and his body started moving once again.
After crossing the bridge of forgetfulness, all Thomson saw was fog. The moment he entered the fog, he got control of his body back.
The moment that happened, Thomson started gagging, trying to force the water he had just drank out of his body. But it didn't work and after a few minutes of trying he gave up.
Finally giving up, Thomson started looking around in the fog.
As he was looking around, a bright white light flashed before his eyes.