Infinite Bloodline Evolution: Start By Building A Great Monster Clan Chapter 2: A new world

Liming groaned, his whole body aching as if he had been running for days or sohow got stretched, and now he didn’t quite fit his body.

He tried to open his eyes, but darkness crowded him, and he brought his hand to his face to rub it. Sothing nagged at him. Sothing important. ’A dream?’ His thoughts were slow.

And then everything slamd into him. One person had just killed another in front of him. He tried to process that when another bundle of mories slamd into him like a hamr to an unprotected skull.

And more. So unknown mories forced their way into his head, and he saw white as a splitting headache cleaved his brain into two.

Liming... Thaedric... Liming opened his eyes with a gasp and saw death in the shape of a war axe coming for his head. He didn’t think; he had no ti to as his body responded.

Thaedric jerked away from the tal bed he was lying on, faster than he thought possible, and crouched, both hands touching the ground. He growled, a deep rumble that ca out of his mouth.

Liming blinked and pushed his purple hair out of the way. He blinked again. ’Purple? When did my hair turn purple? Wait... who is Thaedric? I am Thaedric. No, Liming!’ His thoughts spun, and his eyes rolled as his headache intensified.

But the axe, and the owner—a tal golem—followed him, sending an overhead chop that Liming thought would take his head off. But like before, his body reacted. He jerked back and then forward as if to ram the attacker with a weapon, but his brain ca up short as he realized he wasn’t holding any weapon.

His action brought him so close to the golem that he was able to sll the tal it was made from. Then his "Liming" brain got in the way, and he jerked back, muttering in panic, "I’m crazy, I’m crazy! The Arcane must have done sothing with the circle! Maybe I should have believed in magic!"

Liming was losing it, but the golem continued towards him with chanical efficiency, its axe in its right hand held high. Sothing occurred to him then. He was not dreaming, and if he didn’t do anything now, he would die.

That thought brought everything into focus. "Alright, a new set of goals for . Kill the golem, know what is going on, and get the fuck out."

That cald him. The thought that he needed himself, that he had sothing to do, made him calm down. His eyes narrowed at the monster, and so mories tickled into him—this is a tal golem, usually made with a set of instructions like "kill all," and this one was no different. They usually have a source of energy, their core, and crushing that is the sa as killing it.

They are usually slow unless they are specifically made ones. Thaedric smiled. "You underestimated too much, Elders." Liming blinked. Thaedric? Elders?

He made a ntal note to check himself for madness in the hospital when he got out of here. But for now, he would take from his madness and escape death.

He looked at his surroundings. It was dark, but his eyes easily picked up everything as if it was day. He was in a room, big with a lot of space.

The only thing in the room except for Liming and the golem was the table he was lying on. Nothing except for smooth stone. No weapon.

The mad part of his brain quickly thought about using the table as a weapon, but Liming looked at it doubtfully. He could never lift that bulky thing. He knew his own strength.

The golem was lumbering towards him, and it was on him before he could spell his na. Liming turned and ran; the room was big enough for that.

He searched for a door, but the wall was smooth stone.

"I’m fucked," he whispered, and it ca out strange from his mouth because of the fangs in his mouth. Wait. Fangs? Liming brought his hand to his mouth to touch it and felt his sharp, long fangs. In fact, all the teeth in his mouth were sharp.

He created more space between him and the golem. "Okay. Purple hair, fangs, strange mories, and..." he looked at his hand. It was slender, dark brown, and tipped with short claws.

"Where the fuck am I?" Liming looked at the rest of his body. He was still the sa height, but his body was strange. First, the color of his skin was now dark brown. He was dressed in a white but now brown robe, and he wore no shoes.

Sothing ca to mind then, sothing he read in a novel about so weak boy waking up in another body in another world. Liming scowled. "I’m not so weak bullied boy!"

And then the golem ca to a shuddering stop, and the mad part of Liming tingled as a mory ca to him. Golems can use bursts of explosive power taken directly from their core. And they need to be motionless to do it.

"No," Liming whispered. As Liming, he knew he might just be about to be crushed to death, but his now mad part with the strange mories was confident he could pull through.

Liming had been avoiding prodding the mad part of his head; he tried it once, and he nearly fell with the headache. So he waited for the mories to co naturally.

He tensed, standing in front of the golem with all his muscles strung tight and ready. Liming waited. This body, Thaedric’s body, was strong. Unlike his human one. Wait. Thaedric? Human?

He felt the headache press against his eyes, and he shook it off. He had to stop thinking and defeat this walking tal.

Liming relaxed his hand as the strange mories whispered to him. His body listened naturally, as if he had done this hundreds of tis.

The golem started to glow. It ca from the head, a small white dot that got bigger in seconds and sounded like the hum of a plane taking off. Thaedric understood why. It was glowing because it was taking power from its core.

And the core was in its head. That was why golems always hesitate to use the explosive power, because it will show where their cores are hidden.

"Good. All I have to do is bust that head open," Liming muttered. He was shaking inside, but the strange body he was in lacked no composure.

The good thing about the mad part of his brain was that it told him how he could fight the golem and how dangerous it was. A simple mistake could kill him.

They faced each other until the sound coming out of the golem reached its climax, and then it exploded forward, a thing of tal and flashing axe.

Liming... Thaedric was also a blur as he t it. He stopped thinking and let the other mory take over. What he was doing was a ga of timing because imdiately they reached the space where they should collide, he jumped, shifted all his weight, and threw a punch at the golem’s right hand as he flew above it.

The golem stopped and turned, but it was too late as Liming already snatched the axe before it reached the floor. He stood, his lean form straightened. He flashed his fangs at the golem. "Be thankful that my body is not at its peak. For that, you have a few seconds more to live."

Liming barely blinked as he spoke. It was perfectly normal for him to talk like that. His right even. He understood all this because the mories were now like his own. As if he lived them. He shuddered. Maybe all this was still a dream.

The golem looked at its right hand and then clenched it tight to make a fist.

Liming was breathing hard. "When last have I... have Thaedric done this much work?" Liming was fit in his body on Earth, but this body looked and felt like sothing used for a while.

He gripped the axe tight, and it reminded his body of his real weapon. This would have to be enough for now. Thaedric’s way of fighting was not to waste any movent but instead use all of it to fight.

He shifted on the balls of his feet. He checked the length of the axe, and a mory tickled in. Of when he started learning fighting on the training grounds with his father. Liming shook his head. ’When Thaedric started learning fighting,’ he thought furiously.

But then he didn’t have ti to think again because the golem was on the move again, rushing forward like a wall. Liming took the mory and left the rest for the body.

The mory was when Thaedric was taught how to use an opponent’s power against them. So Liming ran forward and raised the axe as if he was going for a chop.

But when the golem ca within distance, Liming slowed and changed his stance. He held the axe with both hands and lifted it up to the golem’s face.

The golem collided with it, face first. Too fast to avoid it, and tal tore with a whine. And the body hit the floor with a thud.

Liming was breathing hard. "Okay, okay. I am in another world and in another body. And I’m so, so, fucked." The brief glances he saw of the mories were enough to firm his conviction to that.