Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

In a dark forest filled with a sinister smell of blood, the devastation was the only thing in sight.

Trees were destroyed, the land was devastated, and the air was filled with something that only reminded me of death.

In all this chaos, a giant creature of dark crimson, black color, and while eyes that were filled with only hunger, were staring at the ground.

There was something that couldn't be thought of alive anymore.

His leg was almost cut off and the skin holding that leg was just there as a show.

This creature had made this boy like this.

Whatever it was, the desire to kill, destroy, or just pure instincts that lead this monster to do this, the monster was happy with the outcome.

There were countless cuts on the boy's body.

Big, small, deep, life-threatening, all kinds of wounds were covering his bare body.

There was nothing to protect him and this creature was just standing there waiting for the last remaining spark in this boy's eyes to fade away.

His eyes…

Those dark eyes carried hatred towards this creature, this fate, and towards himself.

His eyes were the most alive thing in him and there was nothing clearer than his mind in his body.

He was doing nothing and the blood gushing out of those wounds was severe.

His body was lifeless, but the wounds on his body were at least healing at a speed that was not normal at all.

As if a strong healing spell was at work, this boy was waiting for something to happen in his almost lost time.

The creature was looking at him as if he was watching something that was finally going to become his.

As if something he had waited for a long time.

His eyes had greed despite the chaotic air around his body.

This creature was berserk, and this creature wasn't doing anything to the almost dead prey.

This was strange but, at the same time, the grin on his face was deepening with each passing second.

The boy was doing his best to keep his eyes open and continue breathing.

His throat was filled with blood, but he was holding the desire to let go of that blood, fearing it might go in the wrong pipe and kill him earlier than it would.

The special necklace with a unique golden fruit was shining right now and there was some kind of light reaction going in that thing.

Looking closely, this fruit was something even more surprising than one could think.

This fruit wasn't the only thing that was moving in his body.

The bracelet around his wrist, the metallic silver bracelet with blue patterns, was glowing.

This was the sign of the mana running through the bracelet and activating the magic device.

The wooden bow around his back, something that was a special gift from an elder Ent, was also reacting.

These reactions were happening in unison, indicating the very last try of this dead boy.

His eyes were black just like his hair and because this dark forest became a strange, open area, we could see the rays of the sun on the far horizon.

This was something very different, as there was something this forest lacked the most.

A dark forest of dark trees and darkness blocked all the light from the rising sun.

For the creatures living in this dark place, the sun was something they could barely see, and the sunlight was something only the lucky ones that wanted to die could experience.

But, thanks to this monster, creatures that were alive, mostly tiny insects, were able to burn in the rising sunlight.

It had cleaned the area up and we could see the far-away things from this place.

The jungle was still the same dark forces but, there was something that attracted the attention of all the things present.

Two trees stood out the most in the distant dark forest.

As this was a straight road, the trees were positioned as some kind of gateway.

But that wasn't important for the one on the verge of death.

Yes, it was important to reach this peculiar place if nothing else but, there was still light in those bright eyes.

He was almost dead, but the spirit hadn't given up on life just yet.

There was still something this person could do, and he was going to do just that this time, too.

And, the creature that was slowly looking down at this corpse's sudden smirk noticed something going on in his hand.

There was nothing a moment ago, but now there was something in those blood-painted hands.

The same hands that were clenching his body a moment ago were now clenching something that looked strange.

Strange, but interesting.

The creature that was previously been a slime was now a demonic beast, but he was still the same creature, so he still had his skills.

And he couldn't sense anything but pure energy in that thing.

He couldn't see in that blood-filled hand, but there was a small shining crystal ball-like thing in his hand.

This was a small ball, and silver star-like things were shining in it.

This was easy to recognize, even for someone that had seen it for the first time.

This... was a ghost core.

Something of pure energy.

A condensed mass of the same pure energy that the ghosts were made of.

The boy was smiling while crying the tears of blood from the insurmountable pain.

The same boy that still had the same burning passion for living.

He wanted to live even while knowing that his body was beyond saving.

His body, something that all girls would fall for, that same desirable body, was now something no one would want to look at.

The gruesome mess of a body that was strangely alive against the world's rules.

That strange will was something that no child, not even the most normal creatures of the world, should have.

But, aside from that strange ball of shining stars, there was nothing important for this creature of blood.

The demonic creature was smiling as it looked at the beast's core and the deep smirk on his teeth-filled face became a sign of madness.

The creature had gone mad from the new type of pure energy that the boy had just taken out and it was enough to make this berserk beast mad beyond reason.

He took out the blades from his back in a hurry as if there was nothing more important for this thing than that small ball of stars.

But the blood-filled mouth of the boy made its last crescent smile as he coughed up all the blood with his last words.

"Fuck you! Ahem! Bwaaaa... you bastard!"

The carnage of a creature raised his hands, holding white blades, and attacked with all the force in his strong, muscular arms.

This dominant force was enough to make a hot gust of wind and then...

-Booooom!

With a sonic boom... the creature attacked the smiling boy.