How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis - Chapter 19: A Hunting We Will Go

Bruno Hornes' parents disappeared in a strange way, leaving behind a weird contract.He can trade anything with it...Money, talent, Insight, even identity and fate.So Bruno sells wealth to the poor, buys their health, then sells the health to the sick, buys their Insight.He keeps the Insight for himself, and he doesn't care about the rest.Bruno buys the skills of hundreds of knights, and becomes a powerful person.He trades with a trapped god for freedom, buys his loyalty...He works hard, but it's too slow.He needs a secret group, a middleman.He can help others trade anything, just by taking a little bit.Over time, at the crossroads where the shadow moon hangs low, members never say his name.They only call him “the Covenant Weaver” or “the Scale Lord.”When both sides wanted the same thing, he would appear. Sometimes he was a graceful gentleman with a golden cane. Sometimes he was a crow with one eye glowing golden. Most of the time, he sat on a throne that reached a million meters high...

I, the mighty Telepath Starlord, got banished into the mortal world. The days in the mortal world are much better than those in heaven! Everything is here — money, authority and most importantly stunning beauties! I am from a rich family. Yes, I am indeed wealthy now. The kind of wealth where you would not want to displease me. Domineering CEOs, military big shots, business geniuses, you name it — I know them all! I know everything you are thinking about. You can’t defeat me anyway, how are you going to go against me? A century in the mortal world is only equivalent to a hundred days in heaven.

In the Bog forest, dangers were in every corner. During the nighttime, the thick white mist blinded the eyes and the chilling air froze you to the bones. Once morning arrived, thousands of ferocious mutated animals as big as the hills roamed for prey.

Among them lived the weakest species on the Meer Continent, the Monster Species. They only survived with their tough bodies in the midst of a world ruled by magic power.

To the mage, they were simply pests that were easy to be exterminated.

To avoid the eyes of the mana rulers, they had to hide in secluded places; in the caves shrouded by shadows or in the dark underground where filth was brimming. But, continuing to hide was not a solution.

When warbeasts sharpened their claws, elves polished their weapons, humans feasted on their greed, and demons searched for prey with their thirst, an orc named Moku was born.

Moku was a world MMA champion who transmigrated into the body of an orc in the magical world. He had always dreamed of possessing superpowers; being able to jump beyond the clouds, shattering the mountains in one hit and running faster than sound.

Moku dreamed of having these powers. He used rituals, magical lore, and all the things that were considered myths and fairy tales in his home world to make him and his tribe stronger.

A promise was deeply engraved by him. One day, he would bring the war to those who underestimated them.

“Why is it that everyone has hated you since you were little?”“Why do you always manage to explode with power when you’re in dire straits?”“Why, despite having no weak chakra control, can’t you even walk on water?”Kurama (Nine-Tails) looked up and laughed heartily: “There’s only one answer—”“You are! The one who nearly destroyed Konoha and killed the Fourth Hokage twelve years ago! The Jinchuriki of the strongest tailed beast, the Nine-Tails Kurama! Hahahahahaha!”