Chapter 1736: Devastating Life of a Barbarian Warrior
Chapter 1736: Devastating Life of a Barbarian Warrior
Kent remained stunned for a few minutes, simply watching his Blacksmith Incarnation laugh his heart out. He had no idea he would meet one of his incarnations at the auction.
However, as things stood now, the appearance of the Nine Dragon Whip had triggered some of his memories, and soon, the rest would return to him.
In fact, Kent can already sense that this auction has fate’s fingerprint all over it. First was the Heaven’s Breath Crystal, which he needed to upgrade the 14 Lost Knights, and now, this Nine Dragon Whip, which had triggered his memories.
He wondered what else awaited him.
He smiled, knowing he would be sent on another devastating journey, one in which he would relive the life of a past incarnation to reclaim the memories that would one day shape his future once again.
He only hoped the tower had acted by sending him inside the sword tower to mask the passage of time even more. Then again, Kaelgorin Fjorge had assured him that not a single day would pass outside, so he had nothing to worry about.
"You know what? Why don’t you send me on my way? As it happens, I was in the middle of something before you called me over," Kent said, and Kaelgorin Fjorge nodded.
"Very well."
He stamped hard on the ground, and it cracked open, revealing a door.
"Walk through, and good luck."
Kent accepted Fjorge’s handshake before walking toward the gate. With one easy step, he passed through it.
The next second, he found himself as a baby...
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The cry of a baby caused thousands of barbarian warriors to take up arms and become alert. Today was the last day of the siege, and out of over forty million people, only four hundred thousand remained.
The Hell Crusaders had attacked their small planet and either slaughtered its people or dragged them down to Hell under the orders of the Hell Emperor.
After the previous Hell Emperor died in the battle against the Chaos Beast Race, his successor had turned Hell upside down. For years, he made sure the land of the living felt his wrath simply because he believed they were responsible for his father’s death.
Today, the Barbarian King welcomed his lastborn son, one he loved but regretted siring, given the desperate situation they were in. It was no world for a child to be born into.
Yet the moment the child’s cries echoed through the air, every warrior knew they had to fight for him.
The Barbarian King, a man with pure green hair and green eyes, held his son in his arms with a tired yet warm smile on his face.
"My son, you shall be known as Kaelgorin Fjorge, a Barbarian Prince and a great warrior who will one day liberate our people from the clutches of our enemies."
He pulled out a dagger and cut a wound across the baby’s chest, drawing blood. Then he pressed his thumb against the child’s forehead, and the wound healed, leaving behind a scar.
Turning slightly, he handed the child to his mother before running off to the battlefield. He was the strongest warrior among them, so he had to stand at the front lines.
The woman held Fjorge in her arms for a few minutes, tears rolling down her face.
"You will grow up, Fjorge. You will become a great warrior, just like your father."
After saying that, she planted a kiss on his forehead and handed him to three maids.
"Take him away and never look back. Protect him with your lives, even if it costs you everything."
The three women nodded and took off, running as fast as their legs could carry them.
Ten days later, the three barbarian women lay dead.
A baby barbarian was held by one leg, dangling in the air as a Hell demon with a skull-like face swung him from side to side.
"So young and tiny, yet full of life," the Hell demon muttered, pinching Fjorge’s nose. "You will make a fine warrior for the arena."
He turned to look at his men.
"We’re taking the little barbarian with us."
Weeks later, they passed through the gates of Hell and entered Bone City, one of the great cities within the Bone Hell Layer. The first thing the Hell demons did was sell Fjorge to a merchant who specialized in purchasing children destined to become arena warriors.
Though Fjorge was only a baby, they knew he would one day grow into a fearsome warrior. Seeing his potential, the merchant bought him and took him to a brothel, where he would be raised.
Twelve years passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside an arena littered with the battered corpses of Hell demon beasts, a twelve-year-old barbarian who looked more like a Hell demon than a barbarian stood amidst the carnage, a massive hammer resting on his shoulder.
The boy was Fjorge, an underdog who had slowly begun to rise through the ranks of the Hell arenas.
He had not yet begun cultivating, yet his physical strength was already comparable to that of a Core Formation expert. Though only twelve years old, he stood 5’2" tall with a heavily muscular physique.
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BANG!
A hammer slammed into the head of a Hell demon, causing it to explode. Blood and brain matter splattered across the arena floor and sprayed into the air.
Thunderous cheers erupted throughout the arena as tens of thousands of spectators chanted the name of the warrior who had delivered the devastating blow.
Fjorge rested his hammer on his shoulder, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips as he waved with his free hand, completely ignoring the blood and brain matter covering his skin.
He was now seventeen years old and had already reached the Heavenly Ascension Stage. More impressively, he had begun hunting and killing immortals. No Immortal had survived against him yet.
Years continued to pass, and before long, Fjorge became an Immortal Lord at the age of twenty-five. Standing 6’9" tall, he possessed an overwhelming presence that radiated both bloodlust and killing intent.
By then, he had already dominated every lesser arena. Today, however, he had been invited to step into the legendary Damnation Arena, where Demigods, Gods, Supremes, and even Celestials fought to the death every single day.
Each match ended with only one survivor.
The mortality rate was terrifying, but when Fjorge received the invitation, he was overjoyed. After all, he had dreamed of setting foot in that arena ever since he was a child.
And he did.
Only, the moment he arrived, everything changed.
His life became an endless cycle of battle, slaughtering one opponent after another. Before long, his name spread throughout Hell, and with every victory, his strength continued to soar.
He became a Demigod at the age of thirty-five and ascended to Godhood by the age of seventy-five. Even before reaching those realms, however, he had slaughtered so many powerful opponents that even the Hell kings and queens began to take notice of him.
By the age of twelve thousand, he had reached the Supreme Realm. Long before that, however, he had already been hunting Supremes, making every one of them regret crossing paths with him.
After becoming a Supreme, he finally stepped away from the Damnation Arena briefly to pursue a different goal.
It was then that he discovered where he had truly come from... and who had torn him away from his family.
When he learned that the Hell Emperor was responsible, he embarked on a path of vengeance, one that left an ocean of blood in his wake. His fury engulfed the entirety of Hell, and his relentless campaign claimed the lives of millions.
At long last, after countless battles and immeasurable sacrifice, he slew the Hell Emperor.
Using the emperor’s blood, he cleansed himself of every trace of demonic stench before setting out to search for his parents.
His name was forever engraved upon the walls of the Damnation Arena, marking the end of a legend—a warrior who had turned every Damnation match into a spectacle no one dared to miss.
His parents had named him Kaelgorin Fjorge.
But throughout the Damnation Arena...
He was known only as the Blood Hammer King.