Transtor: der Transtions

  --------

  The tall, muscur man had a determined expression, his rge frame almost pletely blog the vilge chief behind him.

  In a normal fight, even three or five ordinary people would not be his match. But unfortunately, his oppohis time was a ghost.

  A straehat he could not uand at all.

  It seemed that the ghost was also deep in thought, not attag immediately.

  "Vilge chief," the tall man stared intensely at the distorted figure, his voice low and hoarse. "How are you?"

  His hand, gripping the wooden stick, trembled slightly. It seemed the tall man wasn't as calm as he appeared; he had been stunned when the ghost appeared suddenly.

  It wasn't until the ghost made a move toward the vilge chief that he snapped back to his senses.

  The vilge chief, who had a moment to catch his breath, seemed tain some crity. His eyes flickered with light. "Asumu!" he gasped. "Why are you here? Hurry and leave!"

  The tall man named Asumu did not move. He gripped the stick even tighter.

  "You are different from us!" the vilge chief urged urgently. "You don't have blood on your hands! Hurry and go!"

  "I told you to go!!"

  Even though the vilge chief weakly lifted his arm to push him away a few times, Asumu still didn't move. Instead, he pressed his back against the vilge chief and pushed him toward the stairs.

  "Asumu!" the vilge chief shouted. "If you keep doing this, none of us will get out! She won't let me go! Your mother was right before she died. gsheng Tian remembers every debt. Sooner or ter, someone will have to repay it!"

  With blood-red eyes, the ghost coldly stared at the two, and unusually, it did not act immediately. Instead, it watched as Asumu pushed the vilge chief to the stairs.

  And then, in the moment, the calm was shattered.

  The twisted figure luoward them, and in that instant, Asumu shoved the vilge chief dowairs. He then raised the wooden stid charged toward the figure.

  "Go!" Asumu shouted.

  One figure, a thin, blurry shape about 1.5 meters tall, and the other, a muscur man over 2 meters tall swinging a wooden stick. The vilge chief stumbled and fell dowairs.

  Victory a came in an instant.

  The world before Asumu's eyes blurred. Then, he saw a headless body holding a wooden stick colpse with a "boom."

  His vision began to fade.

  "Drip! Drip!"

  The twisted figure stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the elderly man sitting at the bottom.

  The old man's silver hair was tangled, and his eyes lost their st glimmer of life. He stared at the ghost's hand, muttering, "Asumu."

  The twisted figure released its grip, and a huge human head rolled dowairs, finally stopping at the old man's feet with a thud.

  The head came to a halt.

  A pair of determined eyes opened wide, gazing sideways at the vilge chief. His mouth en, as though trying to finish the words he had not mao say.

  The old man stretched out a trembling hand and, with great difficulty, gathered the head into his arms, holding it tightly as if guarding a precious treasure. "Asumu," the old man cried, tears streaming down his face.

  In his eyes, this silent, strong man was his fourth son, even closer than his own three biological sons.

  The other three sons were more ed with gaining favor aly wished that he would die sooner so they could i the position of vilge chief.

  Only this foolish child stayed by his side, silent and always tent with just a meal. He was strohan a of burden, his strength greater than that of a mule.

  When grinding soybeans ie autumn, Asumu could pull the huge stone grinder by himself, so they didn't eveo borrow a donkey from the neighb vilge.

  He never scked off, never pined.

  He had grown up before the old man's eyes, just like his mother, her from the vilge, but both from far-off grassnds, supposedly fleeing from disaster.

  Along the way, his mother actally stepped on a hunter's trap in the mountains, and it wasn't until the day that the vilge's old hunter found her.

  Beside the unscious woman, apart from the child Asumu, there was a wolf's carcass.

  The wolf had followed the st of blood.

  They were highly intelligent and knew where the traps were. Often, when hunters checked the traps, they would find only the severed limbs of animals.

  The old hunter could only judge from the tracks that the prey had likely been intercepted by the wolves.

  But this time, the wolf had miscalcuted. It had uimated the bat ability of the 10-year-old child, and the wolf was eventually strao death.

  Looking at this clear-eyed child, the vilge chief felt rare sympathy and decided to take him in.

  Asumu's mother passed away not long after, and the vilge's barefoot doctor said it was due to the suffering she endured on the journey, which had ruined her health.

  As Asumu grew up, the vilgers couldn't help but marvel at how the men from the grassnds were stronger and more formidable than those from the mountains. Even before reag adulthood, Asumu was already 1.9 meters tall.

  No one in the vilge could match his strength.

  The vilge chief's oldest son, who was the most bative, once became annoyed with Asumu after drinking and, tally, joined in with a group of local troublemakers. Drunk, he tried to teach Asumu a lesson.

  Asumu simply avoided him. If he couldn't dodge, he took a few hits but never fought back or insulted anyone.

  When the vilge chief returned from town and saw Asumu's injuries, he felt heartbroken and almost shed tears. He then told Asumu not to tolerate the oldest son anymore.

  But Asumu, being a straightforerson, single-handedly lifted the vilge chief's oldest son and tossed him into the pigpen.

  This made the vilge chief worry even more for several days.

  The oldest so four months bedridden before he dared to get out of bed. From then on, he developed a problem of cramps whenever he saw Asumu's calves, a dition that remained with him even after he had children.

  But Asumu didn't hold grudges. He treated everyohe same, though he was always kio the vilge chief.

  The men in the vilge whispered that the only reason the vilge chief mao hold his position was because of Asumu.

  The vilge chief's sons thought it was because of their own talents.

  "Asumu," the vilge chief, often drunk, would call Asumu for a heart-to-heart talk, smiling as he asked what kind of woman he liked so he could help him wheried to deceive women into ing to the vilge.

  Kill the men, keep a few of the women—this was a busihey knew well.

  But Asumu always shook his head. After a few rounds of drinking, he would even try to persuade the vilge chief to stop doing such things, which made their drinking sessions unfortable.

  It always ended with the vilge chief giving up, putting on his clothes, and going to sleep.

  Logically, Asumu, strong and good-looking, should have attracted women, but the problem was that they were in Xiao Shijian Vilge, where there ast. No woman within dozens of kilometers of the vilge wao marry a man from here.

  Not even ould e.

  Business dealings were fine, but when it came te, there wasn't a single door open.

  Over time, this dey tinued, and the vilge chief, caressing Asumu's face, seemed to be lost in a trance.

  (End of the Chapter)

  ---Read (NS) ahead on (pa treon . / derTL) – Chapter 248.Early access starts at 1. Your support keeps this going!

  1 for this novel, or two novels for just 5, RDC/FF/MF Tiers. ;)

  Transted 4 Series, 1.5K+ Chapters and 1.78M+ Words.