"Did I get reincarnated as... A HARPY?!"

After having lived a life full of anguish, betrayal and the constant pressures of having to make his parents proud, 17 year old Simon Cavil found himself at death's door after being accidentally run over by a Truck. 

His blurry and lifeless eyes gazed into the skies and he saw birds flying freely in the skies above him and felt envious of their freedom.
Under his dying breath he muttered: "I wish I was as free as those birds."

And just like that his wish was granted, and he now found himself in a perilous fantasy world where he must either adapt or perish!

Berkah's scaly frame rapidly descended upon Atticus, his right hand clutching tightly to his burning plasma sword.


Atticus cried inwardly and poised himself to receive Berkah's attack.


Two palms made of hard stone burst forth from the earth, threatening to crush Berkah's being between them.


Berkah effortlessly sliced through the stone hands, scattering rock debris throughout. 


Atticus clicked his tongue and thrusted his Dark Mana imbued scythe, Berkah responded in kind and the tips of their blades collided. 


Berkah's forearm absorbed the full brunt of the force, sending intense pain that numbed his right arm. 


Cracks appeared on Atticus's prosthetic arm, he took advantage of the fact that he did not take any damage from the clash and performed a front kick, sinking his foot deep into Berkah's chest.


Chapter 70 - The Seventh (26)