Ozwald The Legendary Sword Assassin

Transmigration and Reincarnation

It’s truly difficult to live in this world. Good people are always bullied, while bad people die early. I was a well known killer in my lifetime. My name was like thunder that caused panic when mentioned anywhere. I tried to live by my motto: ‘live your life without any burden, if you get a burden then kill it.’ 

My life was this simple. Let me tell you some facts about me. Although I was very strong in my world, I wasn’t a tyrant… I was a just person. I never offended anyone except he did that to me first. 

No one ever offended me and lived to tell the story. I have no complaints as any complaint I had I would eliminate immediately. I had many enemies and zero friends, but I didn’t bother. I lived my life the way I like. 

They called me many names, but the name I liked the most was ‘Ozwald the just’. It was me who bestowed that name, and I admired myself for doing so.

Some called me an arrogant bastard, but I’m really not arrogant at all. What would you do if you were one of the strongest cultivators in your world? Would you coward away and live in seclusion? 

Life is a gift that was given to me one time only. I lived my life the way I liked and I had no regrets about it.

But everyone had his time especially from my only weakness… women! I met my end when I was trying to do someone a favor. To be honest, she was a very hot girl that I had a crush on. 

She asked me to kill someone who offended her. How could I let someone offend such a beauty and live? Then she tried to sleep with me. One mistake and I lost everything… One moment of negligence cost me everything… I hated women since that day!

Wait, are you confused? Yeah, you should be. I was also confused that day. When I lost my life on the hand of the strongest swordsman cultivator in my realm, I thought it was the end. I was mistaken. 

Fate gave me another opportunity to live again. I didn’t remember the whole process, but what I remember clearly is that my soul got mixed up with another boy’s soul… an unknown boy from an unknown world. 

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the ground. My whole body was very cold and my breaths smelled an awful smell. My mouth had bad taste, but I recognized it… it was the metallic taste of the blood… my blood! 

I tried to move, but every muscle of my body was hurt that I couldn’t lift a finger. Uncontrolled pain moans escaped my mouth. It took me a few minutes to be able to stand up again. When I did that, I nearly lost balance. My whole clothes were dyed red from my blood. 

I didn’t care, though, as I was used to the blood. I checked the place around me as an old habit. I was in a small deserted building. I didn’t want to wait any more second here, as I knew what this place was. 

It was an old factory that belonged to that boy’s family or my family now. Why did my family try to kill this boy? That was simple, as this boy was the bastard boy of a great wealthy man. 

That man owned one of the biggest organizations here in this world which was called ‘companies’. What happened in the past was simple, that man liked a pure girl and lured her to fall in his net. 

He then left her with her baby. The problem was that after 14 years, that man had died. His direct son and the one who got everything was a maniac. 

He searched for his deceased father's sons, no matter their origin, and started to kill them one by one. I had no problem with that as I met many lunatics in my life. I only needed to leave here without anyone noticing anything. 

This building had many great spaces and some small rooms. My body was led here via the front door, but with my experiences as a killer, I managed to spot another exit here. 

That would be through the back of this hall as there was a single door there. I went immediately in weak steps towards that door. My body was weak and my original power was lost. 

I couldn’t even sense any spiritual energy here. I was sure that if a fly hit me I would die forever. I reached that door and tried to listen carefully, but I got no sound at all. I opened it slowly to find another wide hall. 

In the middle of this hall I saw the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. It was a piece of art that would turn any man mad. That extremely alluring girl was tied to a chair and surrounded with a couple of men. 

The moment I entered this hall, an old looking sword penetrated that sexy girl's beautiful body exactly in the heart. I recognized the faces of these men who looked at my direction. I tried to escape from these men who killed that boy… but I failed. My luck was really bad. 

I was tied to a chair while a good built boy that looked in his twentieth was looking at me. He was the new ruler of the deceased father empire. I tried to tell them my story, but what I got in return was a long night of torture. 

I didn’t know why they didn’t listen to my words for even a second. I became angry and tried to fight back, but I was hopeless. The body I had right then was very fragile. I hated that body as much as I hated the girl that betrayed me. 

I hated that young man more for his torture. If he wanted to kill me, he just had to give the order. Why did he torture me the whole night? I never got humiliated like this ever in my life. 

What made me hate him more was what he did to that girl. He kept inserting swords into her body with great amusement. Why would he do that to such a hot body? 

He should treat it better than that! After one hour of torture, that girl didn’t last and died after long time of screams. I hated that young man with every scream I heard. 

A man should never lay his hands on a girl except at bed… that was my motto. After a long night of torture, my body finally collapsed. I didn’t know how I lasted this long, but when I died I wasn’t content. Two times I died in a row and in both times I was hopeless. 

That wasn’t me; I never got treated like this! I didn’t accept that! For the first time in my life I prayed to the heavens… I want another chance… that is what I prayed for.

My heart wasn’t settled as my soul was about to shatter, when I felt some warmness that took me away. I didn’t feel myself except when I opened my eyes waking up from sleep. I felt I had a bad dream, but when I looked at myself I knew I wasn’t dreaming. 

I tried to sort the messy things up in my mind. I knew that the boy’s name was Hemis. His mother named him after the two words ‘Hell and Mistake’. She felt her son's existence was a mistake that would turn her life into hell. So, she dumped the boy and put him into an orphanage. 

At 10 years old, he got adopted from a family that had only parents with no siblings. This family was a modest one, but they treated this boy well. At seven his adopted parents died in a car accident. 

The boy was there with them and he got himself a nice scar at his arm and chest. I didn’t mind the scars though. The life of this boy was miserable until he died when he was 14. 

I didn’t know why I was here in his very organized room. My body was even healthier, younger, and smaller than before. I felt weird moving in this small body. I was like a kid. That was weird. Last time I remember, I was taller than this. 

When I looked in the mirror I found my face was very ordinary. I have nothing related to my old handsome self. I just glanced at my short stature then I moved to rest on the bed. 

I tried to sort out all the knowledge I got from those boy memories. This world was called earth. It had no cultivation at all. This boy was living on the pension of his late parents and some income that came from daily work he did. 

That work was so low work that I never considered myself doing it. I tried to cultivate here, but I felt zero spiritual energy. Either I lost my talent or this world is so weird and had no spiritual energy at all. I sighed and thought about doing my job again. 

In my world, I was trained to be a killer since I was 6 years old. The problem was I trained my cultivation back then and that made me a brilliant killer at a young age. I looked at myself now. I have a very weak body and no way to cultivate. How should I live then?

I recalled that boy's previous job, but I would never do this. He was working part time as a servant. Me… a king of killers… a supreme being would work like that? That would never happen. I sighed, why was my luck this bad? It would be good then if I just died forever. 

Why did I have gotten here? I searched deeply into that boy’s memory. He was discovered as a bastard son of his late father from a game. I recalled all the memories related to this game. That i***t had used his father's name in the game. 

That made it easier for that lunatic to find him. I felt some anger towards that lunatic, but now I was safe. I put what happened from him away for now. If I had a chance to return this favor duplicated many times, I would do that gladly. What stuck in my head, though, was the picture of this girl. 

She was slightly older than me; she was around 16 years old. She had grown up early and had a hot body. I didn’t like young girls, but she would grow up eventually… right? 

What I regret most is that I did not know her name. I know nothing about her. I tried to think away from her picture, but I couldn’t. I remembered something called a phone that the boy had. 

That phone had some stuff that could make me busy, like these weird games that boy loved a lot. That phone was under the pillow, so I reached for it easily. 

I pressed my thumb over the screen of this small phone like that boy did to open that phone. Once my finger touched that screen, another screen magically appeared in the air in front of me with a sweet female sound:

“Welcome back Hemis, your previous order for the game capsule has arrived at your apartment while you are sleeping. I let the workers put it in your hall. You can play the game any time.”

I didn’t say anything back to this mysterious sound. I had many memories about this sound. It was always coming from this screen. What made me speechless was the message itself. I had the exact same message about the capsule in my mind. Wait, what time was it?

“We are on Aug 13 at year Xc2534.”

I got my answer when I asked that sweet lady on the phone. That date was 4 years earlier than the date in my memories. I looked around the room in concentration now. 

I compared this room with the room in countless images in my head. I found some changes between them. This room was really like the room of that kid 4 years ago. That meant only one thing…

“Holy heavens! I got transmigrated and reincarnated at the same time!”