The Transmigrated Novelist

The next few days were extremely normal and without many thrills. They had yet to find the lair of the Rank 5 beasts, and even less the two Rank 5 beasts.

Everyone was getting a bit impatient and worried because they hadn't found either of the beasts nor their lairs it was clear that the beasts might have gone too far away.

Furthermore, the more time passed the more probable it was for the two beasts to recuperate and return, then this small camp would have to pay a big price to take them down.

This morning though everyone around the camp seemed to be more relaxed, and enthusiastic as the reinforcements were about to arrive.

From the rumors that had spread all across the camp, everyone knew that more than one Master of Rank 5 was coming to help them, and they couldn't help but dream about the great battle that would take place.

Even though most of these guys were brought here due to different circumstances that they couldn't ignore, they still lived in the excitement of the battlefield.

There were two paths in front of any soldier the moment that he participated in his first battlefield, he either became a battle maniac that lived on the excitement of the battle, or a dead soldier.

There were exceptions to this rule, but no middle path. One could say that it was a way of self-perseverance against losing their minds.

Even Roy was a special occasion of the first path, as even he could feel his blood boiling and his heartbeat fastening the moment that he took out his sword to take a life.

The only difference with the rest of those who had taken the same path as him was that Roy was able to keep that excitement of his in check.

As for the second path it was needless to talk about, someone who was unable to adapt to the battlefield was destined to die sooner than someone who did.

It was just like jumping in the middle of the ocean without a life-saving ring, if you knew how to swim, or learned how to swim you could swim towards the coast.

But if you didn't know how to swim, and didn't learn there by a strange miracle, then you were bound to drown and end up as food for the sharks and fish.

The battlefield was the same!

Looking at this change Roy couldn't help but release an emotional sigh. Not long ago he lived in a world where wars were either limited in some areas or done in private.

If he had to think deeper there wasn't much difference between the two though. The battles he had experienced until now only involved small tribes of the Death Forest, and some small noble families.

It wasn't like he had participated in a planet-wide war, and neither was there such a war for as long as he was concerned.

Even the undertaking of the Illyrian Empire after his disappearance was nothing more than a slightly bigger war than the others.

If the other kingdoms, empires, and federations thought of themselves as endangered because of it and took action, then it would turn into a planet-wide war.

But that seemed to be far from happening at this point, so Roy didn't have to worry about it at the moment, as he had to pay more attention to his current situation.

Since this was the day of the reinforcements coming, the whole camp had been left in attention and waiting. Which meant that were free to loiter around until the reinforcements came.

The only thing of importance that had happened in these few days was probably Roy's encounter with that guard of the Pleasure Tent.

When Roy had told him about the fact that the two bi*tches had attacked him, and he had killed them after ra*ping them in anger, that guard wanted to frighten and extort him.

But he didn't expect that not only wouldn't Roy get frightened, but he even dared to frighten him back, as he even pretended to be angry that he had been taken advantage of once.

Still, since Roy didn't want to create enemies, or attract too much attention at this moment, he said that since it was his fault that he hadn't been able to control himself, he gave him the remaining drinking tickets.

That guy was clearly suspicious of Roy's intentions but when he found out that Roy had no malicious intentions he even started befriending him.

Roy didn't like this guy much, as he saw nothing more than his own benefits wherever he was, and he was the type to bully the weak and fear the strong.

But he thought that he might be useful in the future, so he decided to keep a sort of contact with him. Furthermore, it wasn't like he knew anyone else in there, or had anything better to do anyway.

His daily routine was almost always the same, he would wake up early go near the river to train in his Indivisible Body Warrior Manual.

Then he would return and eat the cheap breakfast at the camp, join the team in the daily work, return, eat dinner and meat the captain and this guard, go meditate and cultivate magic power, and finally sleep.

The next morning the same routine would repeat without much difference. Today was an exception since the reinforcements would arrive.

As he was getting bored of waiting and was about to go and practice a bit by the river, suddenly he heard a scream,

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

Right after the first, there was a second, and after the second there was a third, in no time a crowd was formed, and the camp became boisterous.

At this moment one of the generals under Young Master Fjord came out of the main tent to quell the commotion, as he started screaming,

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself!? Pathetic worms, why are you acting like the Sun God descended from the Heavens!?

Stop screaming and enter into formation!

If I see you out of formation in 5 minutes, then I will make sure to break your legs and your teeth!"

No one dared to create a crowd or scream anymore, even though they felt extremely happy as most of their lives had been saved.

If they had to fight two Rank 5 beasts with only the forces they had, then it was obvious that more than half of them would die in the battle.

But now with the presence of these Rank 5 Masters, their lives would be much safer, and many more would be able to survive.

Roy couldn't help but think that despite these guys being on the battlefield more than him, they were still much more naïve than he was.

None of these Rank 5 Masters cared about their lives or wellbeing, despite their strength and power they were still going to use these soldiers as bait or cannon fodder.

Still, he didn't say a thing as he just entered the formation behind his captain and saw the reinforcements enter the camp.

At the helm of the new arrivals was a young-looking man, with a pretty boy look, and extremely smooth and clean skin, if he wasn't wrong then this guy should be that Young Noble Clark.

Behind him, there were 2 Masters of Rank 5 riding atop their horses like they were asleep, seemingly without paying attention to anyone or anything.

But Roy could easily understand that it was just a play from the two old things, as he had already felt two extremely sharp sense areas cover him the moment they entered the camp.

In order to not reveal himself, Roy had to act like he didn't notice it, just like everyone else, but he didn't doubt his senses.

After the two old Masters, there was a middle-aged to old looking man, who had worn a different outfit from the people in front of him, Roy guessed that this guy was that Master Troy.

Beside him there was a young man, who had the same type of pretty face as Young Noble Clark, but different from him, this guy seemed to be a bit stronger, slyer, and more confident than arrogant.

After Master Troy, there was a beast-like-looking middle-aged man. His body was even bigger and ripped than even those barbarian warriors.

For a moment, Roy even doubted that this guy was a normal human, as he was just too big, in all senses of the word.

Furthermore, his hair and his beard seemed more like a mane around his head, than what they were supposed to be. There was no doubt that this was that battle maniac, Master Gorg.

Beside this monkey-looking guy, there was an auburn-haired beauty, with a perfectly chiseled face. Her eyes were big and green, her nose was small like a button, and her lips were full and red.

The only thing that spoiled, or perfected this view was perhaps that cold and detached look on her face, that seemed to not put anyone on her eyes.

Her body was well-shaped, and curved as well, her melons were bigger than average with a sense of squishiness to them, while her butt was perky and seemed to jiggle with her horse riding.

Even Roy couldn't help but take a good look at her and feel the need to swallow his saliva like the rest, but he managed to control himself rather quickly.

The beauty just threw the soldiers a contemptuous look, and then continued on her way, as finally, a line of soldiers and horses carrying food and weapons ended the reinforcement line.

At this moment, even the leader of the camp had to get out and receive the reinforcements, as he came with a happy face, and warm smile…