The Transmigrated Novelist

It was a cutting wound to his throat!

While he had reacted quite fast, and the attack hadn't managed to pierce too much under his skin, the fact stood that he had just been through a cut to the throat.

If he had been any late to react, even by a single second, then most probably he would have been on the edge between life and death.

"You bastard, you…"

"What kind of shitty, and stupid bandit would ever believe someone else and take them up to their word?

Are you perhaps an idiot, or a retard? What obligation do I have to keep my word?"

The poor burly bandit felt like his whole mentality had received a huge hit, that he wouldn't be able to survive from.

He was a bandit, he had lived every moment of his life as a bandit through killing, lying, deceiving, and stealing.

Yet at a moment that his life was in danger, he actually decided to believe the words of his opponent. It was like some kind of weird and stupid joke.

"Then about the poison!?"

"Oh that? People like to call that a 'Placebo Effect' even if you don't have a disease, or a reason to suffer, as long as you truly believe you have it, then it will activate similar symptoms to your body.

It's really weird, I know! But you just proved its existence, so I think that your life hasn't been for naught."

"You motherfu*cking brat, I will…"

"Oh, yes, yes, I forgot to mention actually! While you hadn't been poisoned much earlier, this time you are done.

You wont even have to check you body to understand it!"

The moment that Roy's words ended, the burly man felt a numbness through his whole body. Like his muscles had suddenly been put inside an ice cold freezer.

He didn't understand what kind of poison it was, or where Roy had found it, and in fact it didn't matter at that point.

The only thing he knew was that the poison was vicious and extremely powerful, if he didn't react fast then he was doomed.

But the situation he was in at that moment was truly hopeless. His movements had been restricted, the poison was working inside his body, his comrade was useless, and he also had to face Roy.

Put in a nice way he was in an extremely difficult situation, put in reality he was screwed if the other vice-leader or the leader didn't help him.

With those thoughts in his mind, it didn't take him long to reach a decision as he screamed with all the strength he could muster,

"Leader help, this brat is weird! We have no chance of winning!"

His shout and words clearly shocked not only the leader, but also all the other bandits, soldiers, and mercenaries in the surroundings.

His words were just like some sort of death alarm that affected everyone's thoughts, hearts, and cores.

In a battlefield, strength was an important factor for sure, but not the most important one. The most important one was morale and motive.

As long as a soldier had the right motivation, and morale to fight, then even if his enemy was a death harbinger he would fight like a beast and might even win.

Put into simpler words would be the same as running against an athlete runner, while you were consuming drugs and doping.

The difference was clear to the eye, but if the reaction was right, then no one could predict the result.

The soldiers and mercenaries received a huge moral boost at that moment, while the bandits suffered the opposite.

The leader was extremely pissed off at that moment, as he had been trying for quite some time now, but he hadn't been able to break through the blue-haired beauty's defensive Formation.

He was on the edge and had been waiting for the arrival of those two idiots to take care of all this, but not only didn't they arrive to help him they even caused more trouble for him.

At that moment the biggest desire he had wasn't to break the defensive Formation anymore, but actually kill those two useless pieces of trash.

Despite that, he couldn't! After all, the sum he would receive should he succeed in this attack was something that would be enough for him to drink and fu*ck his anger away.

At the same time he couldn't allow those two scumbags to die there at the moment, so he could only send the last vice-leader as their backup, as he kept on attacking the defensive Formation.

The vice leader immediately jumped in the direction that the other two were but did so at a moderate pace.

The reason?

Simple! He wanted to reach the place when the two of them were on their last dregs of life, and only save them from deaths door.

Like that, he would be able to have them owe him a great favor while damaging them both and destroying their prospects.

After this, as long as he managed to take care of his leader as well, then the bandit stronghold would belong to him.

Just thinking about it made him extremely happy, and expectant of the future. What would it feel when he actually did it?

After all, it should be impossible for those two to lose the fight so fast. It didn't made much sense, as their opponent was only a Rank 3 Warrior.

Too bad that his thoughts were too optimistic, overbroadly so, as the moment he arrived he only found the bodies of the two guys he had to help on the ground and not breathing.

He was shocked at the scene and couldn't help but raise his guard to the top of what he could achieve and look at the area around him.

There was no sign of Roy at all! It looked like he had disappeared into thin air, as there wasn't even a print leaving the area.

This situation was just too weird, he couldn't make sense of it. After all, he was a mid-Rank 4 Earth Mage so he should be able to sense the prints on the ground, and yet there was nothing.

That meant only two things, either that guy was proficient with erasing his footprints, or he had truly disappeared into this air.

Slowly he approached the two bodies on the ground to have a look at the reason of death, firstly at Wolf, and then at the burly guy.

There were countless wounds on their bodies, while their insides had been turned into mush paste. There wasn't even one full inner organ in their bodies, making even this guy shudder at the sight.

But what made everything weirder was that there was a weird smell with their bodies, or to be more exact with their blood.

Immediately he thought of poison, so he threw the bodies away without even the slightest care and used tried to clean his hands with magic.

While Earth Mages couldn't exactly use Water Magic, they could use magic barriers on their skin to turn it into smooth stone, allowing everything to fall down.

But that was a Rank 4 Magic that not many people could use actually, so this guy must be quite a bit talented.

Unfortunately Roy had no interest in his talent, and just spread more of the poison in the air. The truth was that he had already started to do so from the moment the battle started.

It was his way to create a sort of domain around himself that would bring the death of his opponents but not his, and poison was the best for these cases.

With that out of the way, he quickly left the place, and made his way towards the leader, and his newly arranged businesswoman wife.

Her potential to be of use to him in the future was extremely high, and he couldn't allow her to die, even if it meant risking his own to fight that bastard.

To make matters worse, that Baldy had disappeared and had yet to return. He would certainly teach him a lesson next time.

When he arrived at the spot he saw the bandit leader attack at the Defensive Formation in front of him using around 100 hard iron swords.

It didn't take much brain matter to understand that he was either a Metal Mage, or some an Iron Metal Mage.

Among the two Mages, the first one had wider reach and more opportunities, while the second one had more depth and strength behind the attacks.

After all, someone who concentrated only in one subject would surely be able to go deeper about his subject than a general student.

No matter what, the situation was extremely difficult, as this guy was only one step away from becoming a Rank 5 Mage.

If by some chance he received enlightenment during the fight with him, then it would be close to impossible for Roy to win.

The way he saw it, there were two options in front of him, either he killed him in one blow and close the matters easily, or he fought him over a prolonged fight, and suffered until he won.

The second option wasn't even an option, he was no Masochist. There was no way he was going to actually select the suffering route.

Meaning that there was only one choice left, and that was to kill the target in one strike. Perhaps it was time to use that!

"Hoo~! You being here, means that those three idiots failed? You are quite the dangerous brat aren't you?

I think I should ask for more!"

As Roy was thinking like that, the voice of his target awakened him from his thoughts with a startle…