Transmigration: I Made A Deal With A Man in Yellow

My vision went dark the moment I finished the prayer.

It had worked.

A few seconds later, my sight returned. I found myself kneeling in the same position as before, but I was no longer in the ruins.

Where was I?

Dark gray clouds covered the sky, blocking out the sun. The air felt dry, hot, and strangely heavy as it filled my lungs. A dark, suffocating energy lingered everywhere, pressing down on my body.

I quickly covered myself in a layer of mana, easing the pressure until it became bearable.

Only then did I look around.

Buildings were barely standing, their walls consumed by flames. Others had already collapsed into piles of stone and timber. Thick black smoke rose into the sky, carrying the smell of burning wood, ash, and blood.

Then I saw the bodies.

Dozens of them.

Some had been burned beyond recognition. Others were crushed beneath fallen rubble. A few still clutched one another, as if they had tried to protect their loved ones until the very end.

Children.

Women.

Men.

Every single one of them was dead.

I finally understood where I was.

The real question wasn’t where.

It was when.

I wasn’t standing in the ruins hidden within the Grey Fog.

I was witnessing the very day this town was destroyed — the day its people were massacred, before time reduced everything to ruins.

I finally stood up, looked around, and no matter how far I spread my senses, I didn’t find a single sign of life...they were all dead.

Just as it was supposed to be. After all, this place wasn’t real. This was just a recollection of the past.

I checked my belongings and thankfully my sword was still with me, but my storage had been left behind.

My goal here was to find the church where I had made the prayer.

I created a bandana made of darkness and covered my mouth and nose to protect myself from the smoke. Then I started running in search of the church.

Because of the smoke, it was a bit difficult to find the church, so I jumped on top of one of the buildings that wasn’t too damaged by fire, to give myself a higher view.

"There."

Two hundred meters away from where I was, up on a hill, a tall black gothic church stood unharmed by the fire and destruction. And for some reason, the clouds above it looked even darker.

It was an odd sight, the town and its people completely in ruins while that church was completely fine.

I climbed down and headed towards it, but just before I could walk any further, something stopped me from moving.

I looked down — a hand belonging to a child who was supposed to be dead had grabbed the ankle of my boot.

I looked at the kid, whose face was burnt by the fire. The child growled, but that was the last thing it did before I unsheathed my katana and stabbed it through the back.

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Sasha]

The child let go of my leg and turned to ash.

I just stared at the child’s ashes for a moment, something passing through my eyes which quickly vanished as fast as it came. So I kept walking.

But just before I could get any further, I saw the corpses of the dead rising slowly from the ground, growling like zombies — some of their faces disfigured, limbs missing, their insides spilling out. Some of the growls sounded less like growls and more like cries.

Since dozens of corpses were spread around the town, I was surrounded on all sides.

I wrapped myself in black armor to protect myself.

I didn’t wait for them to move first and attacked the closest undead to me, a woman. I cut her head off, sending blood spurting into the air, then stabbed her chest, turning her into ash.

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Ana]

Before the undead could react, my katana had already split two of them into clean halves.

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Peter]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, John]

An undead boy tried to bite my thigh but its teeth shattered against the armor’s strong defense. My fist came down, crushed the boy’s skull and slammed it against the ground, painting the ground red with brain matter.

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Joel]

One tall man came from my left and punched me in the face, which I dodged by stepping to the side, countering by punching him back and sending him flying.

I dodged and blocked each of their attacks with ease. From the looks of it they hadn’t been fighters, given how clumsily they fought against me, so I didn’t really have to use any magical power, physical prowess was enough.

I grabbed one by the neck, lifted him up and slammed him onto the ground, bones cracking and protruding out of the flesh.

Each one of them that tried to grab me failed miserably and ended up with their faces caved in, whether it was a kid or a woman.

There was no time to feel pity. I was fighting for survival.

My blade flashed once, and dozens of heads flew into the air, their severed necks pouring blood. Then my blade pierced through their chests, killing them and turning them back to dust.

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Josileu]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Martha]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Melody]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Detea]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Xherki]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Vale]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Sunflower]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Aaron]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Matsura]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Nathan]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Angela]

[You have slain a Low Common Monster, Sofia]

The system whispered kill after kill...including their names, and with each kill I received both story fragments and soul fragments.

I would be lying if I said that killing people who used to be alive and innocent didn’t make me uncomfortable.

It did.

Sure, I was getting story fragments, which was good, but I would’ve preferred if they were just monsters.

The system classified them as monsters, but unlike the undead skeletons, these ones acted more like zombies and still had their human flesh. I could see the faces of children, women, older people, who once used to be warm with life, but were now cold, pale and lifeless.

It was sickening, but this was the only way if I wanted to achieve my goal.

They were no longer humans but undead, so that was better.

I kept moving forward through the destruction, killing any corpse that rose from the ground.

[You have slain...]

[You have slain...]

[You have slain...]

[You have slain...]

[You have slain...]

I killed and killed until no undead human rose again. Until my armor was drenched with their blood and my blade was covered in red with it.

This was the best I could do for these people — sending them back to the embrace of death.

Their story was done, so they needed to rest.

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