Looking Forward to Another World

”DIE!”

Sorren seized the opportunity and, with a savage expression, swung his sword at Riezel’s neck.

At this moment, Sorren unleashed not only his strongest attack but also poured his spiritual power to the limit, resulting in the terrifying spiritual power pressing down on Riezel’s body like a solid force, pinning him down.

Evidently, this was a desperate counterattack—at least, this was Sorren’s intention.

Sorren had hidden his spiritual power until now to wait for this moment to fully ignite it and push his strength to the limit, causing the sword he swung to be fast and fierce, almost surpassing the strength of ordinary Sword Masters, barely touching the realm of Sword Saint.

If any swordsmen had been watching the current Sorren, they would have seen that his sword slash, in terms of angle, trajectory, and power, had already surpassed his own limits. As for ordinary onlookers, his sword slash appeared as a brilliant flash—a slash so bright it resembled a beam of light.

In such a situation, Sorren’s sword ultimately hit its target.

*Swish!*

Riezel, along with the surrounding mist, was cleaved by Sorren’s sword that flashed like lightning—his hooded head and neck were completely severed, splitting him in half, as if time had frozen at that moment.

*BOOOM!*

Sorren’s brilliant slash continued unabated, carving through the ground and slicing through the walls in its path, accompanied by a rumbling sound.

Such a scene seemed both eternal and fleeting, a sight those fortunate enough to witness it would likely never forget.

Yet, despite Sorren’s explosive power and stunning sword attack, he ultimately failed to draw even a drop of blood from Riezel.

Soon, Riezel’s severed head and body slowly transformed into mist under Sorren’s gaze.

”What?!”

Sorren’s expression changed drastically.

Unfortunately for him, by the time he tried to react, it was already too late.

*Pu-chi!*

A sharp sword pierced through Sorren’s chest, leaving a large stain of blood.

Riezel appeared behind Sorren without him noticing, stabbing him in the back and driving the sword through his chest.

”...”

Sorren froze in place, and the spiritual power around him instantly vanished.

”Your Highness!”

”Your Highness!”

Catching sight of this scene, the knights still fighting fiercely nearby widened their eyes in disbelief, erupting in frantic cries.

Riezel coldly watched Sorren, who was facing away from him with a sword piercing through his chest.

”You thought I wouldn’t be prepared for the swordsmanship of Jinas’s royal family?”

Riezel spoke coldly into Sorren’s ear.

”Everyone on the continent knows that the royal family of Jinas uses the War King Sword Style that can control spiritual power. Do you think you could hide that ability until the last moment and catch me off guard?”

”If so, I can only say you’re even more foolish than I imagined.”

With that, Riezel pressed down on Sorren’s body and slowly pulled his sword out, causing blood to immediately pool around them.

Sorren, losing all his strength, immediately fell to the ground before looking up at Riezel, his eyes showing no pain or despair, only endless rage and hatred.

”Tell... me...”

Ignoring the blood still gushing from his chest, Sorren fixed his gaze on Riezel, squeezing out the words from his throat.

”Who... are you...”

”Who wants to kill me...”

*Cough!**Cough!*

”I... I...”

Coughing up blood, Sorren kept pressing for answers, as if he wouldn’t close his eyes until he got them.

In response, Riezel tilted his head slightly.

”Guess...”

Riezel replied in a tone similar to Sorren’s from the past, a mocking tone in his voice.

”Well, you can take your time guessing in hell.”

Riezel turned and walked away from Sorren, but suddenly—

”...I won’t let this go.”

Sorren, barely hanging on, managed to utter these words before an unusual magical energy surged around him.

Sensing something amiss, Riezel paused and spun sharply, just in time to see Sorren vanish.

A second earlier, when the strange magical energy surge appeared, a magic circle suddenly emerged beneath Sorren, who lay in a pool of blood, causing him to instantly vanish in a burst of light. Riezel turned around just as Sorren disappeared, only managing to catch the moment when the magic circle shattered.

Riezel’s eyes narrowed before he rushed to the pool of blood.

Sorren was long gone, leaving only a shattered crystal on the ground, devoid of all its brilliance.

”...”

Riezel remained silent for a long time, his brows tightly knitted under the hood. After a while, he picked up the shattered crystal, took a look at it, and confirmed something.

’Teleportation magic crystal…’

As the name suggested, it was a magic crystal inscribed with space magic.

It was what people commonly referred to as a teleportation item, meant to instantly transport the user to a pre-set location, achieving the effect of teleportation.

Items like this were extremely precious.

First, only Tactical-Class Magicians or higher who were proficient in the Structure System could create such magic items.

Second, the magician also had to be proficient in space magic, or they needed to seek help from a magician skilled in it to assist in the creation.

Since space magic required compatibility with the Imaginary System to practice, the difficulty of mastering this magic was very high, and the requirements were extremely stringent, making it rare to find its practitioner even within a hundred years.

In other words, to create a teleportation magic crystal, a Tactical-Class Magician proficient in space magic and the Structure System, along with the highest-grade magic crystal, was needed. Otherwise, it would not be possible to inscribe the teleportation magic, preventing the successful creation of the teleportation magic crystal.

Such conditions made the creation of teleportation magic crystals incredibly difficult, resulting in their extreme scarcity—truly a special treasure.

Moreover, this teleportation magic crystal was for one-time use only, meaning that using one meant there was one less.

All of this illustrated just how rare and precious teleportation magic crystals were.

’Seriously... that mad dog has such good stuff...’

Riezel realized he had underestimated Sorren’s wealth.

Whether it was the previous bottle of highly effective healing potion or the teleportation magic crystal, these were treasures that ordinary people couldn’t even dream of obtaining.

Let alone ordinary people, even nobles might not have them, especially the teleportation magic crystal—a rarity that even some royal families in the Akasha Continent might not possess.

Just the fact that Sorren had one was truly surprising and unexpected.

However, the teleportation magic crystal’s existence undoubtedly signified to Riezel that his assassination attempt had failed.

’Well, whatever...’

Riezel stored the broken crystal in the storage space of the Dimensional Magic Cube, and his furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

’Forcing him to use something so valuable for his life isn’t a total loss.’

Riezel didn’t dwell on it any longer and glanced around the entire room.

Inside the room, Sorren’s men seemed to have lost all desire to fight after their master fled—some even gave up in despair and scrambled to escape, trying to flee this slaughterhouse.

Riezel scanned the room and then turned his gaze to the corner, where the Brynhart family huddled together, trembling and shouting, with their heads tucked between their arms.

Memories of this family quickly flooded his mind.

According to the original Riezel’s memories, no one in the Brynhart family was a good person.

The grandfather was always unhappy about being a peasant, dreaming daily of escaping poverty and becoming wealthy, yet the only real action he ever took was to curry favor with Baron Carfield, never once considering changing his fate through his own efforts. Instead, he relied on the hope of being recognized by so-called big shots, fantasizing about overnight success.

The father mostly complained about his own parents, blaming them for his existence and believing that if they hadn’t had him, he might have been born into a wealthy family, perhaps even a noble one, enjoying a life of luxury instead of struggling as a peasant in poverty.

The mother wasn’t any better.

She once tried to marry into Baron Carfield’s family to become a noble lady and even abandoned her own family for it, shamelessly presenting herself, only to be pitifully expelled by Baron Carfield.

In a desperate situation, she had no choice but to marry the original Riezel’s father to avoid starving on the streets.

In this twisted family, the grandfather despised his daughter-in-law, who in turn despised her husband, while her husband despised his father. Like a vicious circle, the whole family was constantly at odds, always arguing and causing trouble, even resulting in a notorious reputation in the Barony of Carfield.

Naturally, the original Riezel had always looked down on this family, resenting their poverty, their mediocrity, and everything about them.

As a result, after discovering his own talents, the original Riezel chose to leave home without hesitation.

One could say that the original Riezel had no feelings for his family, and Riezel himself could never view them as his family either.

As a result, after glancing at them indifferently, Riezel simply turned away and walked forward, letting mist rise up to envelop his body, vanishing like a ghost in the next second.

Inside the room, several Yoriichi Type One, having completed their slaughter task, set a fire to burn the building down.

Under the moonlit night, the abandoned mansion was engulfed in flames, gradually turning into charred ruins.