Chapter 162: Zonyan Grayclaws Demons (2/2)

Born with powerful physique, frightening speed and stunning strength, they were natural warriors who stood above the many nonhuman races as the King of Beasts.

Zonyan Grayclaw was the eldest son of the last tribal leader of the Leos. His strength was unmatched amongst the new generation of his tribe too, but something unexpected transpired when he should have inherited his father’s place as leader and assumed rule over the tribe.

Swordtail Grayclaw, tribe leader Grayclaw’s second son and Zonyan’s young brother who he once defeated had challenged Zonyan once again.

And yet, Swordtail was not pitting brawn in a direct match. He had instead defeated Zonyan with sorcery he learned from somewhere unknown, even killing their father to directly claim his place as Grayclaw’s leader.

Afterwards, Swordtail would kill every person in the tribe who fought his rule. Their own mother protected Zonyan with her life, but was still killed by Swordtail who was now a completely differently person—Zonyan, caught in the sheer force of the spell was sent flying into the sea.

In this world, the seas were much more dangerous than land, and therefore landing underwater had less chance of survival than falling off a cliff itself.

Even so, Zonyan didn’t die in those waters. Instead, he hung on to a piece of wood that floated towards him muddleheadedly, staying adrift on the ocean for three days. Old Vanke eventually found him and fished him out of the sea, and he escaped with his life then.

With that, he made a name for himself as a mercenary at Lovinia.

He didn’t abandon old Vanke when the registrar fell to hard times either, completely dropping his mercenary life as he escorted the old man down to Cromwell. Later, with Vanke’s recommendation to Marni, he became one of the first refugee Players.

“I guess I really couldn’t let that go.”

Zonyan’s fingers gently brushed over the mirror, staring his own face that was growing in resemblance with his father’s while a fire burned in his heart.

The more blissful life was now, the hotter the fire burned.

He didn’t know when he had clenched his fingers into a fist, but he shattered the mirror with a single punch, leaving a shattered reflection.

His identity as a Player had genuinely broken his past shackles—since the nonhumans’ combat ability was essentially based on their physical bodies and talents—and allowed him to become a warrior greater than his father, but that was not enough.

The horrific sorcery that Swordtail had used then was still coiling around Zonyan like a demonic nightmare, forcing him to dream of those very scenes of that fateful day.

Even after changing class to become a Berserker Swordmaster, he still wouldn’t win against Swordtail now.

“Dear god, what should I do…” He whispered with a face full of anguish.

He wasn’t pleading answers from his own god, but merely sleep-talking out of either habit or instinct.

Nonetheless, this nonhuman from the Western Continent knew not that his god was watching (peeking) over him from his divine kingdom.

Hence, a crisp sound rang in his mind in the very next moment.

Ding!

[Side Quest started: Triumph of the King of Beasts]