Transmigration: I Made A Deal With A Man in Yellow

After being cut, punched, frozen, decapitated, burned to ashes, and killed three separate times by this woman, finally hearing her groan in pain was incredibly satisfying.

Those months of training had definitely been worth it.

Sister Friede didn’t even touch the place where I had struck her. She simply stood there and stared at me through her veil, almost as though she couldn’t believe what had just happened.

"You... touched me?"

I raised my eyebrows.

"Yes, I touched you." I paused for a moment before realizing how that sounded. "Pause. Anyway, did you think you were going to remain untouchable forever?"

Sister Friede didn’t answer.

Her body blurred and that was enough of an answer.

I immediately sensed her presence behind me.

Instead of turning around, I raised my hand and summoned a thick wall of darkness at my back.

Slash!

A frost-covered scythe struck the wall. Ice spread across its surface almost instantly, freezing the entire construct before cracks began appearing throughout it.

I glanced over my shoulder at Sister Friede.

Then my eyes shifted toward the altar which was empty.

A smile appeared on my face.

Mana surged violently through my legs, and I launched myself toward the altar before Friede could completely destroy the wall. My boots struck the marble rapidly as I crossed the church, pushing as much mana as I could into my legs.

Behind me, the frozen wall shattered.

I could already sense Sister Friede chasing me.

She was freaking catching up. Of course she was.

Even after all my training, she was still faster than me.

But I had expected that.

The distance between us rapidly disappeared, and just before she could enter the range of her scythe, I suddenly planted my front foot against the marble.

I stopped while Sister Friede didn’t.

Using all the momentum I had built from running, I twisted my waist and whipped my scythe backward with everything I had.

Swoosh!

For the first time, Sister Friede’s calm expression turned into genuine surprise.

She had expected me to continue running toward the altar.

Instead, a black blade was already inches away from cutting through her face.

Friede snapped her head backward.

My scythe passed directly over her face, missing her by a hair.

But I wasn’t done.

I tightened my grip and changed the direction of the weapon. Instead of allowing the missed swing to carry me around, I redirected the momentum downward and brought the blade toward her exposed chest.

She couldn’t step backward.

Her upper body was already leaning too far away from me.

She couldn’t move sideways either.

I had caught her in the worst possible position.

’Got you.’

At least, that’s what I thought.

Sister Friede suddenly released one hand from her weapon and shifted her weight onto her other leg. Then, instead of trying to lift the scythe with her arms, she kicked the lower end of its shaft.

My eyes widened.

The force of her kick sent the weapon upward.

Clang!

Her scythe intercepted mine just before the black blade could reach her chest. Sparks exploded between our weapons as the collision knocked my arms upward.

Damn.

That was clever.

She hadn’t been able to move her arms quickly enough to block, so she had used the closest thing available — her foot.

Even after months of studying her, she could still surprise me.

Rather than fighting against the force pushing my arms backward, I let it carry through my body. I kicked off the ground and performed a backflip, using the momentum to create distance between us.

My feet touched the marble several meters away.

I immediately returned to my stance.

Across from me, Sister Friede planted the end of her scythe against the floor and used it to pull herself upright. She remained silent as she looked at me, another slight frown appearing on her face.

"Child..." she finally said. "You have changed."

"Of course I have." I smiled and rested the scythe against my shoulder. "Who wouldn’t change after training every single day until their hands couldn’t even hold the weapon anymore?"

Sister Friede continued staring at me through her veil.

For several seconds, neither of us moved.

Then she slowly nodded.

"It seems you are not as weak as I believed."

Oh?

Was she acknowledging me?

I couldn’t stop my smile from growing slightly.

"Well, after you killed me three times, I was bound to improve eventually."

"Indeed."

Her hands shifted along the shaft of her scythe.

Something changed.

It wasn’t killing intent. I had experienced enough of that to know what it felt like. Nor was she suddenly releasing more mana.

It was her posture.

The relaxed way she had been holding her weapon disappeared. Her feet repositioned themselves carefully against the marble, and both hands settled firmly around the shaft. Even the way she looked at me felt different.

She had stopped treating me like someone she could casually kill.

"Very well," Sister Friede said calmly. "I shall take you seriously from now on."

My smile slowly disappeared.

Ah...

Maybe getting acknowledged by her wasn’t a good thing.

The atmosphere inside the church suddenly felt much colder as Sister Friede focused entirely on me. I tightened my grip around my own scythe and adjusted my stance, keeping my eyes fixed on every small movement she made.

Neither of us attacked immediately.

For several seconds, we simply stood across from each other in complete silence, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Then the marble beneath Sister Friede’s feet cracked.

Mine did the same.

Our figures disappeared almost simultaneously.

BOOM!

We met in the middle of the church with enough force to shatter the marble beneath us. A violent shockwave spread from the collision and shook the entire building, sending dust falling from the damaged ceiling. High above us, the ancient chandelier groaned as it began swinging back and forth on its rusted chains.

Neither of us paid any attention.

Sister Friede raised her scythe.

I raised mine.

Then we swung.

Clang!

White-blue collided with black.

Frost met darkness.

The impact erupted between us, sending cracks racing through the floor while another violent tremor passed through the church.

And this time...

I wasn’t fighting just to survive.

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