Night of the Broken Gliph

The youth caressed the bow in his hands. Despite learning archery for the past few years, knives or guns were still his preference. Sadly, there weren’t any firearms in this world. Countless thoughts ran through the youth’s mind. He never expected to be reborn in another world, which only took place in stories. 

In his past life, he lived in a high-tech world with maglev, smartphones… and even games they could play with their brainwaves. The game was the cause of his death. 

He least expected to be reborn in such an undeveloped world, like the ancient barbarians he saw in movies. The youth felt extremely out of place at the start, but he was an extraordinary person, and he quickly adapted to this world. 

He took a feathered arrow from his pouch as murderous intent washed over his eyes.

The intent was so strong that it spread through the forest, alerting a cross-legged figure sitting on the ground. The figure’s eyes shot open immediately, and there was an intense evilness swimming in the depths of his eyes; he looked like a weeping ghost.

 “Such a strong murderous intent, yet such weak energliph… Who is it?” he murmured to himself as he vanished. 

The buck felt the strong intent and took off instantly. However, the next second, it was killed by an arrow that shot into its head. 

The youth came to the buck’s side and started harvesting its meat and skin calmly. In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared suddenly, not far from the youth. He was horrified when he saw the youth, and he fell back onto the ground in shock. 

“Hmm?” The youth turn around to see a scary middle-aged man staring at him in disbelief. What he didn’t know was that in the man’s eyes, he wasn’t a youth, but a hill, one made of flesh and bones… a hill of corpses. 

The man was instantly reminded of a legend: A boy will be the resurrection of necrogliphism. He will be born from a corpse hill and bathed in a sea of blood. Born with terrifying evil tendencies and a murderous intent that could shake the heavens and earth, he is none other than the bloodline descendant of necrogliphism! 

The corpse hill was only visible to their descendants, and they were the only ones to know its name—Bloodstained Hill’s Sacred Icon.” refer to the next purple comment 

The person who holds the icon will become the legendary descendant who brings necrogliphism into prosperity! 

Slowly, the middle-aged man recovered from his shock and stared at the youth excitedly. An idea flashed across his mind, and he exerted his energliph secretly, seeping into the youth. 

Eh? How dare someone teach our sacred son such a lowly cultivation style? 

Anger filled his eyes, but he wore a smile on his face. “Little brother, do you have a master in gliphism?” 

His question made the youth uneasy, yet having lived two lives; he wasn’t that simple. 

“Mhmm. No one around here dares to get on my master’s bad side. I suggest you leave quickly,” he replied calmly. 

This man must be planning something, I must let Shu Sam know about him. The youth thought quickly. 

“That’s great.” The middle-aged name smiled thinly. “I want to meet your master. Please show the way.” 

The youth was alarmed, but he didn’t suspect anything. Despite both his lives, he didn’t know much about cultivation, and Shu Sam was the most powerful person he had ever met. The youth knew nothing about the elites in this world either. Furthermore, he intended to get back to Shu Sam quickly, so he led the man back to the Bloodsucking Tribe. 

“I’m back.” In no time, the youth arrived back at the tribe. 

“Brat, where did you go?” Shu Sam appeared instantly, chiding him. 

“I hunted a deer.” The youth laughed in reply. 

“A deer?” Shu Sam’s face lit up, but it fell as soon as he saw the man following behind the youth.

Seeing him, the man laughed instead, his eyes turning blood red as black gas flowed out of his body. “How dare you scold our sacred son!”

Upon hearing his laughter, blood-curling screams rang throughout the camp as members of the tribe bled through their eyes, noses, mouths and ears, struggling as they collapsed onto the ground. On the other hand, Shu Sam was sent flying back as if he had received a powerful attack! 

The youth wanted to retort, but he knew that he wasn’t his opponent seeing how badly injured Shu Sam was with just the man laughing. Thus, he decided to watch the scene unfold silently as he came to a sudden realisation.

“Sacred son… He’s talking about me?” 

“Who are you?!” Shu Sam struggled to stand up. “Little Mouse, who is this?” 

But before Little Mouse could reply, the man behind him sneered furiously. “Little mouse? How dare you address my tribe’s sacred son in this manner… There’s no reason for you to live anymore,” the man said. A ball of black gas shot towards Shu Sam at a swing of his arms. 

Shu Sam stared at the youth in disbelief. He breathed his last breath as he stared at Little Mouse worriedly, unable to rest in peace. Screams rang throughout the entire tribe, and with a laugh, black gas spread outwards with the man at its centre. Everyone touched by the gas turned into a dried corpse. In seconds, the entire tribe was annihilated. 

Little Mouse and the middle-aged man were the only ones left. The man turned to Little Mouse, who had a calm expression despite the cruel massacre that had just taken place, and his reaction excited the man.

He’s indeed our sacred son! He’s unfazed despite the bloody scene he just saw at his age! Necrogliphism will definitely rise again! 

The man kneeled down on one knee respectfully. “Your humble servant Law Sum greets the sacred son. May I know how I should address the honourable sacred son…” 

The young man was at a loss, but he could roughly tell that it had to do with his birth. Shu Sam told me that he picked me up from a corpse hill…

“I’m Siu Fu.” 

“Greetings, honourable Sacred Son Siu Fu. Sacred Son might be at a loss, but please follow me. We will explain everything,” Law Sum said respectfully.

Suddenly, he frowned hard and turned towards the South. Despite being thousands of miles away from each other, their tribe had a special connection with all their members. 

“The Yellow Spring’s Lady… She died…”

The Yellow Spring’s Lady was a powerful four-chambered necrogliphism cultivator. With her treasure that she had spent ages refining, it should’ve needed a five-chambered glipher or thousand-gliphic state gliphist to take her down. 

What happened? 

Law Sum calmed down and turned to Siu Fu. “Sacred Son, this way please.”

A black gas surrounded them, bringing them up and vanishing into the skies, leaving behind the entire tribe of dried corpses, including Shu Sam. Siu Fu stared at his corpse as he was brought away.