Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 105: A bloody sight

Chapter 105: A bloody sight

I found myself bundled to the blanket on the left side of the carriage, while he wrapped a blue and green wrapper around his waist.

He glared at me as he sat on his chair, looking as if I’m a liability.

"I can walk with Ray if you don’t mind. I won’t feel —"

"Don’t you dare mention his name to me!" He sneered.

I flinched at the tune, while he relaxed back and closed his eyes, looking bored.

A smile tugged on the right side of my mouth. It’s obvious that the current Storm is jealous. And it’s either he doesn’t know about it, or he doesn’t wish to acknowledge his feelings.

Throughout the ride, I lay on the blanket watching him until I fell asleep somewhere around noon.

The sounds of grunting woke me up. I peeked an eye open when I noticed that the carriage had stopped moving.

I sat up on the blanket, and my eyes immediately went to where Storm was, but he wasn’t there.

What the hell is happening?

The sounds of swords clashing and men’s grunts filled my ears. Without further thought, I tugged on the door of the carriage, hoping to get out, only to discover that the door was locked.

Shit!

Did that bastard lock me in?

I hastened over to the closed window and opened it to a sight I never imagined I will see. At least, not now.

Ray, Phil and the other guards were fighting men in purple wrappers. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. It was Storm who stood not far from the carriage, drenched in blood, and looking like a god-damned vengeful angel.

All around him, the bodies of the strange men scattered on the ground, in a pool of their blood. Yet, more men kept on rushing out from the trees.

I watched in awe, too stunned to say a word as Storm went through the men, cutting them in one single stroke of his sword, while he snapped some heads off with his left hand.

"Watching an incredible fight, are we?" Fan suddenly appeared next to me, leaned on the window, and pretended like he was gazing out from his balcony.

"He’s strong."

Were the only words I could muster as I stared, awed by how strong he is. The others were also good, but not as fast as Storm, who seemed to be the target of those men.

A yelp escaped my throat when an arrow whizzed towards him. He caught it, turned towards me and smirked, looking like the grim reaper with such an appearance.

Had I not known him before this, I won’t dare approach him, not after seeing him kill more than fifty men effortlessly. He went through the last batch of men and ran towards the trees, only to return with the head of the man I suspect to be the archer.

"Seems like the spectacle is over. This humble system is leaving," Fan winked at me, ready to disappear.

"Wait! Why did you suddenly come? To watch the fight?" I turned to ask him when Storm went over to his men.

"Oh, that’s true! His percentage moved up by one. So the negativity reduced by one."

"Is that a good thing? I’m barely moving!"

"It’s an achievement. Have a positive belief, and continue with what you are doing!" He winked at me before he disappeared, just the way he came, without a trace.

I turned and focused on Storm, who was now speaking to Ray.

Ray occasionally glanced at me before he focused on Storm, who had his back to me.

The other guards gathered the bodies, stacking them on each other until they grew as high as a mountain.

I only had a minute to wonder what they were going to do to the piles of bodies before they set them on fire.

I sat back in shock, watching the flames go up, as I wondered what the family of the dead men will do when they realized that their family members were killed and burned without a proper burial.

Though they deserved it, I couldn’t help the feeling I got at the thought of how helpless their family will be.

Storm returned to the carriage after speaking with Ray, who got in a horse, and hastened forward. Seems he’s going forward, to announce the return of the crown prince.

Storm got in and stared at me for a long time before he went to the carriage seat opposite mine, and sat without saying a word.

He didn’t bother to change out of his bloodied clothes and didn’t think of wiping the blood off his skin, to rid it of the pungent odour wafting out from it.

I tried to endure it, by keeping my focus on the outside when the guards started the horses, but it was damned impossible for me to do that.

That was why I turned to the culprit, who didn’t seem to be bothered about the smell. Perhaps, he has gotten used to it, but I haven’t!

"Why don’t you have a bath? You can wash the blood off and —"

I froze when he sent a freezing glare my way, scowling at me as if I just asked him to run around the place naked.

"You don’t have to look at me that way. You stink!" I wrinkled my nose and scrunched my face to show him what I think of his body.

He shrugged but didn’t say a word, and I know he will never do that.

"Hey! I’m talking —" I gasped when he flung a knife my way, and it latched on the wood right above my hair, pinning just a strand to the wood.

My heart skipped a beat, and I would have given him a good tongue lashing had the glare he sent my way not stopped me.

"Don’t think you can do anything you wish, just because I let you do so, slut." He played with another knife, looking like he was thinking of pinning me with it once more.

I stared at the knife and back at his face, but didn’t say a word. The psycho is back.

Keeping my mouth shut seems to be the best option.