Reincarnated as a World

Eventually the magical outburst arrived, changing things within the Ogre Clan forever.

Asura had achieved the woefully rare double evolution, experiencing his own evolution whilst obtaining the blessings of Krysos’ evolution.

When he evolved, his growing desire to wield all the Armaments had actually manifested by giving him an extra pair of arms that enabled him to wield 2 more weapons. On top of that, he obtained a monstrous muscular strength that enabled him to wield each weapon with ease making him an unblockable calamity to all of his enemies.

But that was without the connection with any of his weapons.

The day Asura made his connections with his weapons... The whole continent felt it.

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Asura was in a jubilant mood as he swung all four of his weapons through the bodies of his enemies with little resistance. The bodies of wraiths would either be split in half before dissipating into ash or they would directly explode when they made contact with his Warhammer.

Just 7 days ago the whole World had experienced a great change that he couldn’t comprehend, even now his heart still palpitated when he thought of the series of events before his evolution. He really thought all life would end that day.

But look at him now!

SHICK, BOOOM! Asura’s axe crashed through 3 wraiths and the boulder behind them.

Asura raised his head to the sky and roared as if he was an abomination from the abyss causing both Ogres and Wraith alike to flee from fear. Soon, there was a 20 metre radius around him that lacked all life apart from plants.

{ ????????????????????????????’???? ????????????????: The abyss actually exists, more on that later. }

Anyone could hear the unparalleled pride and fury in that voice. Whether they saw the origin of this voice or not, they knew that this was not and would never be a normal person, this was a Monster to the Monsters.

The battlefield even quieted for a few seconds as everyone looked at him with various emotions.

The Wraith King looked at him with displeasure with something else hidden deeper before cutting off the heads of 2 Ogres with an ominous looking scythe.

Babunda’s 2 heads looked at him with respect and pride before leaping into a crowd of wraiths with his 4 metre tall body.

Krysos looked at him with a strange emotion on his face before it quickly faded to indifference. He waved his hand causing the flying mountain-shaped boulder in the sky to come crashing down on 3 unsuspecting wraiths.

The rest of the Ogres had mixing looks of fear and reverence. Whilst the Wraiths… Well there were no emotions to be seen on a faceless entity but the smoke-like substance that made up their bodies began to flicker erratically in an agitated motion.

Wraiths were Monsters that were… well, Wraiths.

They looked like grim reapers; A cloak made from a red smoke-like substance with the only other colour being the black mist where the heads should have been. Each one had a solid red lantern that contained a skull in their left hand.

As they resumed the battle, red mist-like skulls were shot out of the lanterns like fireworks. This was a Wraith’s main way of attacking and as they flew, the sound of a flying missile was heard as the mouths repeatedly bit the air. When they connected with a target, they exploded with a loud bang.

Really and truly, they weren’t unlike fireworks.

As for the Wraith King…

Asura looked at him a little warily. Even with his adrenaline rush, he still knew to pay close attention to this being at all times.

Wraiths were typically around 1.5 metres tall, but the Wraith King was a whole 2 metres tall. Instead of being red like the others, he was a dark grey. Only the black mist where a head should be was the same. Even the lantern in his hand was different, being a little bigger than the others and black in colour.

Most eye-catching was the sinister onyx black Scythe wrapped in dark bandages that the Wraith King carried in his right hand and the ghost-like horns on each side of its head.

Asura could tell that the scythe wasn’t much different from the weapons that he owned and the shackles that Babunda wielded. It was 2.5 metres tall with the serrated and razor-sharp blade being 1.2 metres long.

Such a sight would cause anyone's heart to skip beats but that wasn’t the cause of Asura’s concern.

As Asura watched, the Wraith would disappear in a puff of black smoke before reappearing in a different location. He would then swing the terrifying scythe with both hands or lift up the lantern in his left hand to shoot out a multitude of black skulls. (He had the ability to summon and unsummon the lantern)

Each time he appeared, death would follow. He was a very strong and very terrifying individual.

He was the one that nearly killed Babunda after all.

2 weeks ago, the Savage Earthen Ogre Tribe (but just a powerful ogre tribe back then) had encountered the Wraith Clan, they didn’t have the lanterns back then nor were they even wraiths. They were Phantoms, ghost-like figures with terrifying faces.

Naturally like any meeting between different Monster factions, it was an instant war. And normally the Savage Earthen Ogre Tribe would have won, but not this time.

In this battle, they met a Phantom King that was black in colour with 2 horns on its head that curled to the sky and a terrifying scythe.

All Monsters with the Divine Demon Physique were smart and quick-witted, hence the 4 beings could easily recognize each other for what they were.

But Asura didn’t care too much, although they were intelligent, the idea of communication barely existed in the same race, talk less of talking with other Monsters so the immediate thought was something along the line of:

‘There are 3 of us and 1 on the other side. There is no way we could lose.’

Haah...~