Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 117: The Secret Room

Chapter 117: The Secret Room

This was a completely unfamiliar and brutal world, teeming with people who killed without batting an eye.

The weak could not survive; the more ruthless and cold-hearted someone was, the longer they lived.

When he killed Steward Edric, he had begun to adapt to fear. Later, he killed Guts.

The moment his opponent’s head flew off and blood sprayed, dyeing his sword and vision red, he wanted to avert his gaze from the gruesome scene. But he suppressed the urge, forcing himself to stare.

No one knows when their time will come. Seeing how others die, witnessing their final moments, might prepare him for his own death someday, making it less terrifying.

Now, as he faced this long-dead skeleton with sunken eye sockets and the overwhelming stench emanating from its decayed body, Aizen felt his stomach churn.

The raw bird eggs he had swallowed earlier seemed to come alive, with imaginary little birds jumping in his stomach, trying to claw their way out.

He widened his eyes slightly and continuously recited the Ice Spirit Technique in his mind. Gradually, the nausea and unease subsided.

Squatting down, he forced himself to carefully examine the wounds on the corpse.

The fatal wound was seven inches above the navel, just below the xiphoid process—a vital acupuncture point known as Nine Tails .

The Three Finger had a technique specifically aimed at this point. Striking it caused severe damage to the abdominal arteries and veins, liver, gallbladder, and even the heart, leading to death by blood stasis.

The corpse had two other wounds: one nearly cleaving the wrist bone in half—a serious injury.

Aizen glanced at a short sword lying nearby on the ground. Judging by the injuries, the killer likely wielded a blade. After a fierce battle, they struck the wrist, disarming the victim.

Then, the killer delivered the fatal blow to the Nine Tails acupuncture point, resulting in the victim’s death.

Despite the long time since death, the corpse’s clothing was neat. Its pockets contained a few scattered items.

Aizen sifted through them: tattered pieces of paper, likely silver notes, and two small bottles that appeared to hold pills.

There was nothing else.

Had the killer intentionally left these behind? Unlikely, as the corpse had lain untouched in this hut for years. Clearly, no one else had visited this place.

The corpse was either the owner of the hut, or the owner had been the killer, leaving the hut after being gravely injured, only to die elsewhere.

Aizen didn’t touch the bottles of pills.

No matter how effective they might have been, years of neglect meant they were certainly beyond their expiration date.

Moreover, the deceased was clearly a Sorcery artist at the Magus innate Refining Body stage. If they had been an Innate Magus Stage expert, the body wouldn’t have decayed this way, even after twenty or more years.

This valley wasn’t so remote or hidden that no one would have discovered a body after a century. Hence, it was clear the person wasn’t an Innate Magus Stage master.

Disappointed, Aizen rose slowly and inspected the room.

A place this heavily trapped couldn’t have been set up without reason. He’d initially thought the hut might conceal a secret, but the barren, unadorned space revealed nothing of interest.

Perhaps the traps were set up to deter enemies. But if so, it didn’t add up. The traps hadn’t been triggered, making the victim’s death here puzzling.

Could the person who set the traps have fought here without ever intending to activate them? Then what was the point of the traps?

Aizen found it difficult to make sense of the situation. He decided to leave.

The hut was too dangerous to stay in. Any accidental trigger of another deadly trap might cost him his life.

Taking careful steps backward, Aizen Remained vigilant. His foot landed on a brick with a noticeable dent.

The indentation suggested blunt-force damage and didn’t seem connected to a trap.

But the moment his foot pressed down, Aizen sensed something was off. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The brick shifted slightly under his weight.

Goosebumps rose all over his body. He gripped his blade tightly, preparing for another onslaught of projectiles.

However, instead of a barrage of hidden weapons, the ground began to tremble gently. A low rumble sounded behind him, like stones grinding against ceramic.

Startled, Aizen turned to see the ordinary wooden bed in the corner moving aside.

No, it wasn’t the bed itself—it was the entire section of flooring beneath it sliding away, revealing an underground passage.

A secret tunnel beneath the hut?

Frowning, Aizen stepped closer to the opening.

Peering down the passage, he saw a basement reinforced with massive stone bricks. Without such reinforcement, the humid conditions of the valley would have caused the tunnel to collapse.

The further down he looked, the stronger the smell of decay and dampness wafting up from the depths.

Aizen retrieved a fire striker from his bag, igniting it to illuminate the underground space. The flickering flame revealed a basement roughly seven or eight meters wide.

In the faint light, he saw a person.

Sitting.

Staring at him.

The firelight reflected off their eyes, cold and piercing as lightning.

Even with his skill and bravery, Aizen’s heart skipped a beat, and goosebumps rose all over his body. He instinctively stepped back.

"Who’s there!"

The Cold Moon Blade flashed, its edge now before him.

Aizen’s heart pounded wildly. If not for the calming effects of the Ice Spirit Technique, he might have collapsed from sheer terror.

Even the bravest can be startled by such a horrific sight. Fear is a natural response, sudden and uncontrollable.

In the middle of the secret chamber sat a person, staring at him. There was no breath, no energy—were they a corpse?

Steeling himself, Aizen calmed down and focused the firelight on the figure’s face and posture.

The man’s pale skin, elongated face, and black hair tied bun gave him a sinister appearance.

Though the figure was clearly dead, its lifeless eyes gleamed under the firelight, as if alive, piercing Aizen’s soul.