Sovereign

Chapter 3

World number 37 – Veto

Year 1750.

"This time I will not screw up. This time I will not screw up," I repeated again and again. I promised father I will try my best not to ruin everything.

Self-control. No killing. No destruction.

I was already on Veto, Sarai's world of martial arts, and I looked completely different. My hair was now black and my eyes brown, instead of the usual white and red. I was also wearing clothes that were typical for this period, the so-called hanfu that consisted of two parts. One was a robe worn as the upper garment with a skirt worn as the lower garment. The upper garment was wrapped over the front, the left side covering the right side and extending to my right waist.

The design and color were plain, just like the rest of my appearance. Black robe with small, almost unnoticeable, silver markings spread out on the edges of it. Now I looked like any other human being on this planet, ordinary and inconspicuous, and worst of all, powerless. I had to seal away my powers so that another god wouldn't notice me. If he really was in this world, that is. I only had ki, which, although strong compared to humans, was not even close to the powers of gods.

The only good thing was that I was able to take an interspatial ring in which were my most important things and weapons that I carried on every planet. I could take things out of it and store them without using powers, so that other, stronger beings could not feel the fluctuations in space.

However, the most important thing is to remain unnoticed, find the threat and remove it as soon as possible.

I was walking down the old dusty road trying to think of a way to fit into human society. I had no money, no accommodation, and no excuse about my own background and past.

This world is ruled by individuals from prominent families, whose origins date back hundreds of years. No one will accept someone who appeared out of nowhere, especially if they are weak.

My thinking was interrupted by a scream that broke through the valley. I glanced in that direction, focusing the ki in my eyes, so I could see more clearly even miles away. What I caught sight of were bandits surrounding the carriage. They had already stained their swords with the blood of warriors, who were trying to protect their masters. The scream belonged to a girl, who released it the moment one of the bandits wounded her companion in the shoulder.

Their robes, much more decorated and of better quality than the rest of the procession, indicated their higher position. And the identical faces of the two young people told me that they were siblings.

The young man in his early twenties was holding a gem-encrusted sword in one hand while he used his other to press the wound that was now bleeding more and more, soaking his lavish garb.

The girl seemed two or three years younger than him. Her face, though stained with tears, could not hide her beauty. Her broken gaze, begging for help, simply aroused a desire in a person to save her, even if one had to sacrifice one's own life.

I focused ki in my legs and ran, finding myself but a few meters from the carriage in the next moment.

I smiled trying to look as innocent as possible (not that the bandits would be afraid of a 17-year-old girl no matter how she looked) and said, "Excuse me, can you help me? I think I'm lost."

Surrounded people were staring at me in disbelief. Not that I blamed them. No one in their right mind would ask outlaws for help. Especially after seeing them covered in blood and with their weapons ready to attack at any moment.

One of them approached me, grinning ominously.

"Certainly. Come here. Don't be afraid. We can give you a ride to the nearest town once we're done with this job. Ah, those damn people tried to attack us. We were just defending ourselves. You don't have to worry about it", he assured me.

Others laughed at that, licking their lips, already certain that I would come with them.

I barely restrained myself from making a grimace. Do you think I'm dumb, you piece of shit? But despite the disgust I felt, I just kept smiling.

"Thank you very much for your kind words. But, you see, I was not talking to you," I said, letting them feel my killing intent. The smile on my face disappeared, and the pressure exerted by my powers made the man in front of me fall to his knees. The other bandits got alerted, but still not enough to take me seriously.

"Restrain that bitch. We will sell her along with the others," shouted the man who seemed to be their leader. He was bigger than the others, covered in various tattoos all across his body. He was just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest looking menacingly, observing the situation, and giving orders.

I laughed and said while giving him a look: "Go ahead. That is if you think you can catch me."

Now, will you take a bait and come to me yourself, or will I have to kill all these poor souls, who sold their conscience for a little money and safety, just to come to you? There was no need to ask my question out loud. The answer was already quite clear.

I closed my eyes.

It seems that wherever I go, I can't escape the shadow of death. My every step is accompanied by screams of pain and remorse. The only things left behind me are puddles of blood and piles of dead bodies.

It was the same then. Everything was over in an instant. Only their leader remained. I tried to control my bloodlust, but my eyes betrayed me for a moment, returning to their original color.

The outlaw, only now realizing how much of a threat I actually posed, began to flee, wanting to save at least his miserable life. What he didn't know was that he couldn't escape death no matter how fast he was.

After the last bandit died from my hand, I used his clothes to wipe my sword. The last, and perhaps the only, useful thing he ever did.

Although the sword was now clean, my whole appearance was stained with blood. Relying only on pure strength, without any coordination or technique, the fight did not spare me from the blood that gushed in all directions. But the most important thing I learned from it was that in the future I would have to carefully choose who I attack. If I had been fighting against someone with a more powerful and better technique, I wouldn't have been able to win by only relying on ki.

Putting the sword back in its scabbard, I glanced at the carriage. The young man watched me suspiciously while the girl had already thrown herself at work, bandaging his wound and ordering the other survivors on what to do.

Contrary to my initial estimate, of the ten people who made up the procession, only three were killed and two were seriously injured.

"Can you take me with you to the nearest settlement?" I said grinning from ear to ear, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Drenched in blood and with a wide smile etched on my face, in the eyes of others, I probably looked like a maniac craving violence.

The girl, having finished dressing her brother's wound, got up and said: "If it suits you, we can drop you off in Asan. We were planning on going there anyway."

The young man pulled her by the arm and whispered something angrily to her, but she just shook her head and continued.

"That's the least we can do for our savior."

"I hope we will get along well", I said with a smile.

And so my journey continued.

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In this chapter, I included a picture of hanfu, just so that you can see how their robes looked like.

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