*BRRRFFTT*
"Ugh…s…so I'm now a 28 year old thegn, or lord in simple minded terms named mordred ainsworth who is branded as mad, which is essentially insane in simple terms." I said stutteringly with a loud frustrated sigh as I looked through the former owners, or basically my memories now that was of nothing important really if you exclude the constant rampages and wars the former owner has been through.
*PRRRFFTT*
"FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK DID HE EAT BEFORE HE DIED." I said loudly with gritted teeth while adjusting my squatting position and cusping my hands together and pushed out the rest of the fat turd hardly into the hole I dug in the ground.
*Thomp*
I breathed a sigh of relief, only to suddenly feel more come and clicked my teeth in annoyance as the rest started to quickly come out.
*SNAP*
I snapped my head in the direction of where the noise came from while pulling out a blade from my right boot, veins popping from my muscular legs in readiness as I said loudly "WHO'S THERE."
"Hahaha, It's me my lord ." Said a rather familiar man's voice laughing as a 6'0 muscular figure stood far away with his back facing towards me.
*PRRRFFTT*
I gritted my teeth hardly as another big one slipped out and said with anger "What the fuck do you want bjorn."
"My father would like to speak with you, he says this duel has proven your strength and your position as a strong warrior among our clansmen." Said bjorn while looking up at the sky, his face having no sense of jealousy in the slightest.
"And why would the right vice toísech want to see me, also do you have a clean rag on you." I asked calmly as another big one slipped out, finally feeling the rumbling in my stomach calm down a little.
Bjorn snickerd a little and said while balling a clean rag in his hands up and tossing it over his shoulder with a sigh as he said "Honestly I have no clue why my father asked me to call for you my lord."
I caught the rag with one hand and opened it, making sure that is was really clean and started wiping with it while saying calmly "Ain't that a little suspicious."
I threw the rag on the ground and got up from my squatting position, pulling my pants up along with me and started adjusting my belt while looking down at the hole I dug and seen it was overfilled with green shit and thought with creased eyebrows "What the hell, no wonder my stomach was hurting because it was diarrhea"
I took another deep breath to calm myself down from my intense moment earlier and looked back at my status screen that I never dismissed and started to look over it, my awareness of my surroundings not diminishing in the slightest despite my focus being on my status screen.
[DING!]
[STATUS]
[Name: Mordred Ainsworth]
[Race: Human (Gifted Human)]
[Str Lvl: 3rd Rank Intermediate Aura User]
[Age: 28]
[Health: Healthy]
[Perks: [Perfect Health], [Insight]
[Bloodline: Gifted Human]
[Aura Ability: Locked]
[Bloodline Ability: Telepathy]
[Foundation Art: Chess Sutra (3rd Rank Intermediate Aura User)]
[Titles: [Thegn (Lord) of Ainsworth Keep], [Mordred The Mad], [The Mad One]
[Skills: [Etiquette: Elementary], [Intrigue: Elementary], [Spearmanship: Advanced], [Aura Meditation: Advanced], [Swordsmanship: Guzman Style (Master)], [Horsemanship: Master], [Daggership: Master], [Multilingual: Master], [Sex: Grandmaster], [Leadership: Elementary]
[Storage: None]
"Well my status screen isn't looking half bad compared to my past life, but what I get from this was that the former owner isn't a natural born leader" I thought with a sigh as I looked over my status screen while adjusting my belt and pants.
I sighed again and bent down and stuck my dagger back into my boot, freezing in place from catching my appearance in a puddle on the ground that was of a very handsome viking like 6'5 light skinned man with a square shaped face, long jet black hair with a shaved cut going around the head, grayish-blue hazel eyes, and a ripped muscular moderately hairy body in a viking, yet wild luxerious like attire of this era.
"Well my strength would improve since the former owner didn't even know how to wield telepathy despite the vast potential it has and most definitely doesn't know that the chess sutra could help support telepathy, which is weird because he seemed to have luck with wealth, artifacts and foundation arts but is too stupid to even know what the value of such things are" I thought with a sigh while leaning back up and adjusting my attire.
"Are you finished with your business my lord." Asked bjorn calmly with his back still facing towards me far away, but enough distance to still be heard and offer privacy.
I kicked alot of dirt to cover up my shit and stopped after it was covered and said calmly "Yes I'm finished and do you want your rag back."
"N…no my lord you can keep it." Said bjorn stutteringly, a little disgust being seen within his eyes while looking back at me, revealing a handsome light skinned man of a impressive stature of 6'0 in height with cropped short dark brown hair that looks black with a clean shaved cut going around his head, dark brown eyes with a diamond shaped face, and a lean muscular body in a luxerious military like attire of this era.
"All good, I'll just leave it there since I have no need for it." I said calmly, but immediately while focusing intently, suddenly seeing memories of sex, secret deals and finally of a man he called father.
Suddenly bjorn looked at me and asked with anger, obvious pain in his eyes "What are you doing, what kind of sorcery is this"
I had a confused look on my face and said calmly "I'm not doing anything, whatever do y…"
*SHOOP*
*SPLAT*
I looked down at my hands and seen and felt blood spilling into it from my neck and looked back up at bjorn calmly and said calmly "I pray you die a painful death and get your cock cut off and cuckolded by your wife one day."
*Boom*
I fell to the ground completely lifeless, the color in my eyes fading quickly and completely.
Bjorn had a shocked, angered and frightened look on his face and said loudly "FUCK, FATHER WILL KILL ME FOR THIS, HE COULD HAVE BEEN A GOOD ALLY AGAINST THE SAXONS, WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE."
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Europe / England (Tudor Court): September 11th, 1517 AD
"Is she dead." Asked a man's voice whisperingly.
Another man's voice sighed and said with a little irritation being heard within it "How am I supposed to know dumbass, do you expect me to exert my strength to check if she is or not, I just want gold coins without putting in any effort for it and nothing more brother."
My eyes shot shot open instantly, making the two beaver teethed ugly servant looking men jump in surprise.
I stared at the roof for a moment and then looked at both of them and and asked calmly "Where am I and what year is it."
"M…m…morgana…y…your in england, in the year of 1517 ad of the julian calendar, m…morgana." Said the beever teethed man stutteringly with a longer right tooth compared to the other.
I clenched my jaw in pain while slowly leaning up with my hand holding my stomach that was wounded and thought "Status"
[DING!]
[STATUS]
[Name: Morgana]
[Race: Human (Gifted Human)]
[Str Lvl: None]
[Age: 17]
[Health: [Blood Loss], [Poisoned], [Gynecomastia], [Steatopygia], [Hypergonadism], [PAIS]
[Perks: [Perfect Health], [Insight]
[Bloodline: Gifted Human]
[Aura Ability: None]
[Bloodline Ability: Telepathy]
[Foundation Art: None]
[Titles: [Brothel Slave], [The Moorish Whore], [Morgana The Bitch]
[Skills: [Etiquette: Master], [Multilingual: Master], [Embroidery: Master], [Storytelling: Intermediate], [Sex: Master]
[Storage: [Morgana's Memory], [System Message]
"Huh…morgana the bitch and telepathy, morgana, where have I heard that name before." I whispered confusedly while wondering internally why my telepathy followed me to this life since my other bloodlines and abilities didn't.
I immediately glanced back at the ugly two men who where staring at me and said coldly "Who did this to me."
Suddenly the two men looked at each other and prostrated instantly on the floor while screaming stutteringly "M…MORGANA WE ARE INNOC…"
I stared at both of them and smiled while sending a telepathic blast to both of their minds.
*Boom*
*Boom*
Both of the beaver teethed men collapsed to the floor instantly and started shaking on it hardly with foam coming from both of their mouths like they were having a seizure.
"This is what happens when you lie to me you ugly little shits." I said calmly while getting up
from the floor slowly, my stab wounds having already healed during the time that I was in thought and talking these two ugly bastards.
I looked around the luxerious bedroom full of expensive silk, paintings, vases and a pool of blood on the floor and thought "Fuck it"
I Immediately clicked on the former owner memory in my storage on my status screen and surprisingly, I didn't feel any sort of headache as memories seamlessly flashed across my mind, showing how skilled the former owner was in pleasing men and women, but sucking at, how should I phrase this, using her intelligence correctly which got her killed and explains why little old me is here in her body.
Suddenly a smile formed on my face and rubbed my smooth chin while looking back down at the two ugly men passed out on the floor and dived straight into both of their memories and seen a man with a rather strong jawline ordering both of them to keep a close eye on the former owner or rather me now, to make sure that i was dead.
The smile on my face faded as quickly as it came and said with a sigh "So the fucker didn't stop to think that I would possibly awaken a bloodline or that these two are incompetent, I guess it is true that people are not equal at all and most just try to delulu themselves into being so."
"Anyways, what is this system message in my storage." I said with a sigh at the constant deaths and problems I seem to always have to deal with.
I zoned out for a moment, reminiscing about how my peaceful first life was and about how much I changed throughout my others and just sighed again while clicking on the system message in my storage and saying "I need some pussy, hoes or something to relieve my stress."
[DING!]
[System message: Hello soul, sam henderson I just wanted to warn you that this will be your last life and if you end up dying again you will not have another chance so enjoy, the transmigration and reincarnation cycle will not accept your soul anymore so make this life worth it, I pulled some strings to make sure you got a suitable body so make the best of this 7th chance and live your life to the fullest, let your desires roam loose]
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THE END…