Infinite Bloodline Evolution: Start By Building A Great Monster Clan Chapter 3: Now what

Liming was breathing hard. He stared at his hand, the axe still in his grip. "I’m alive. Of course, I’m alive! I am Thaedric...no...Liming," he groaned. The mories were ssing with him.

"Okay. So I’m in another person’s body. But I’m still Liming!" He held tight to that. It was the only thing that saved him from drowning in Thaedric’s mories.

Thaedric was the previous owner of this body. That much he knew, but the other, and Liming suspected, important mories were locked behind a sheer wall of headache and resistance.

He would have to carefully review them or find sothing to trigger them. He knew so stuff, like that his race was that of the Rashaka and that this world wasn’t Earth. It is called Maledicta.

But all the more important mories were lost to him.

"I also know that I have been useless for so ti...Thaedric has been useless for so ti." Liming shuddered. It was strange, it was as if he had lived as Liming and Thaedric at the sa ti.

’I wonder what type of person Thaedric is,’ Liming thought. ’Because why is he locked in a room with a killer walking tal?’

Liming panicked. "Don’t tell he’s a criminal and this is my punishnt?"

Liming wasn’t the type to uphold the law or the type to remind the teachers of assignnts (that’s the greatest of cris), but he didn’t want to be punished for a cri he didn’t commit either.

He moved the axe in the air; it was heavy, but Liming carried it with ease. It reminded him of his weapon. The hamr that he used. Liming shook his head. The hamr that Thaedric used.

Liming sighed. "I have to get out of here. Preferably without eting anyone and with my body intact..." Liming trailed off as he thought of his body for the first ti, his body back on Earth.

’What is happening to my body now?’ he thought. Surely....it’s not dead? That was about the worst thing that could happen. But if the soul leaves the body, doesn’t the body go into a coma?

"Ahhhhhhh! Why is this happening? Why did I have to pack there, and those two weirdos have to do their magic on ?" Liming growled. Then he paused; it’s not like he had anything better to do on Earth anyway.

He looked at his axe. He had done more exciting things in the few minutes he was here than in the rest of his life combined. Liming looked around the room again. "Maybe I should explore a bit....it’s not like I have a way to return imdiately. Once I’m used to these mories, maybe I can find a way back."

With his mind made up, Liming straightened as if a weight had been lifted from him. Just then, the whole room shuddered, and a door appeared from the smooth wall as if it had been waiting there the whole ti.

"Look at that! I’m going to see who this Thaedric is!" Liming started walking towards the door, trying to rember what he knew about such light novels he read.

Usually, the main character would stumble on so heaven-defying treasure or so thousand-year-old ntor dude who is immortal.

Liming grimaced. "Why should my own be different? I have to fight a golem!" Then he rembered one he read where the character was replaced into the body of so animal and promptly killed for at.

That sobered him up a bit and gave him so cheer. "I bet Thaedric is a warrior doing so trial to enter one of the greatest fighting schools." Liming nodded, ’I an, that’s what I’d do,’ he thought.

Thaedric...Liming paused at the edge of the door and looked through, but all he saw of the outside was pitch darkness. The type of darkness that you feel on your skin.

But surprisingly, in the middle of the darkness was a beam of light that cut through, bright and sharp. But the light didn’t light up the room; it looked like a spotlight.

’This has traps written all over it, and they’re not even trying to be subtle about it!’ Liming thought. He was starting to doubt his ’greatest fighting school’ theory.

Thaedric’s body agreed, and he stiffened, but he also knew that he would have to enter that room to progress. He waited, straining his ears to pick up anything from the room, but he heard nothing. It was as if the darkness blanked all.

"Nothing to do about it except to go on!" Liming said out loud, and he was a bit startled by his voice. It was the first ti he had said sothing without whispering.

Thaedric’s voice was smooth with a low growl, the type that begins with a lazy drawl and then drags over rough stones...or sharp blades.

Liming nodded and said, "I bet I can get so real bi..." he coughed. "Focus, focus." He did not have to start thinking about what he could do with that voice.

And besides, he didn’t even know how female Rashakas looked.

He entered the room and hurried towards the beam of light. He felt, not heard, the door close behind him. The beam of light was not far, and soon he was beneath it.

"Now what?" Liming shivered. It felt strange to be under the beam of light. Almost as if you are in front of your class doing a presentation or debate you are forced to.

More strange still, because Liming felt eyes on him. And not the type that was looking to embarrass you with a question you can’t answer in front of the whole class.

No, those eyes were cruel, and they raised the hairs on his neck. His hand tightened on the weapon as he felt small feet clatter on the floor to his right. Thaedric jerked towards it, his eyes narrowed to slits.

He heard a small yelping growl. He spread his legs apart, and Thaedric brought up the weapon, frozen, trying to feel where the attack would be coming from.

It ca in a blur of darkness that broke off at the edge of the beam and slashed him with long claws.