1 Chapter 1
A caravan of people were traveling through a small road. They were surrounded by trees and more trees. Bushes that hid what lies in wait behind them. The caravan traveled far and wide. They were near their destination.
They made it to their destination, a small village in the middle of the forest. Or more accurately, an abandoned village, it was the Village of Marsh, which was abandoned twenty years ago. Well before the birth of the person being guarded.
"How pathetic." He said, looking at the abandoned village from out side.
"We have made it to your destination, this is where we leave!" The leading guard stated. He then signaled the others to follow him. Like that, the twenty heavy calvary who guarded the person started to leave.
The man in the carriage didn't blame them, after all, if it weren't for the order of the king, they wouldn't even consider guarding him on his way to the village, after all, who would want to travel half way across the kingdom when they could party in the capital. And the king, his father didn't even need to send the guards with him, he could have just let him move on his own to this village.
He was actually grateful to his father for giving him this land. Even if his father only did it so he would not kill his brother whom his father deemed as the crown prince.
He knew his father sent him here hoping for his death. He would have done the same in his situation. But now is not the time to think about that.
The man left the carriage and revealed himself, as a young boy. The man was actually a boy, only twelve years old. His skin however did not fit the skin of a twelve year old, it was like the skin of a veteran soldier who had been on many battlefields.
He was Author, but he also had two different names in the past, as Alexander Mill, his past life, and Izuku Midoryia, his first life. In his first life he was a boy that dreamed a lot, hoping to become a hero who would save the lives of thousands, until he was diagnosed as quirkless, that was the start of the fall of his life, his friends started to bully him, beating him everyday.
That was until one day his first childhood friend went too far and killed him.
His second life was as Alexander Mill. He was born a Domana peasant, he was conscripted at a young age and after a year, he killed his first person. It was war, his kingdom had actually been at war for the past seventy thousand years. During his time in the barrack he managed to become an expert and became a royal knight. After that he became a master, thus he joined the king's shadow, and when he became a grandmaster he bacame the guardian.
He later died at the hands of the being known as the demon king who managed to killed over a thousand saints in a week.
Now, he was Author, prince of a small kingdom, the Kingdom of York. He was the third prince, of the kingdom, he had two brothers and no sisters. He eldest. Rather was killed by the second brother. His father then crowned the second prince as the crown prince while throwing him away.
He was sent to the Village of Marsh, where he will die in just a few hours. That is only if he was a normal person, Author however is someone who managed to become a peak advanced tier being in his time as prince. If not for the fact that he had to learn noble etiquette, he would have become an expert.
But that didn't matter, in the end, advanced or expert, he could deal with anything that took over the abandoned village. After all,the strongest thing in this forest was a Minotaur. Something he could easily kill.
He started to walk towards the abandoned village, he heard the snores of over a hundred beings, they were all small and light, quick as well, it was goblins.
"Lord, I do not think this is appropriate, let us go in first." Someone said, he was a peasant, but was much more different than the peasants in this life.
It was a Domanan Peasants from his past life!
The reason besides the fact he was confident in living in this world besides his own strength was because of the cheat that came one life time late. A golden finger.
[ Quest: Kill the ones that dare to take your land.
Introduction: Your land is being occupied by a bunch of weak goblins. They call this home, but it is yours.
Reward: Barrack Building Card ]
He knew not what the building cards were, but he had a good idea, it was probably like the ones in video games, allowing the user to instantly build a building.
And Barracks, they were places that soldiers slept in.
"No need, I shall lead, you are to follow behind me." He declared. The Domanan Peasants bowed before him. One thing he learned was that beings summoned by the system were completely loyal to him, even more so than when he was guardian.
The Domanan Peasants all had sickles and short swords. They had some light leather armor and strong leather boots.
Although this might seem weak to any normal person in this world. These are peasants from a place that had been at war for over fifty thousand years, so they were quite strong.
Author drew his sword which was on his waist. He then started to walk into the abandoned village. His twenty peasants followed him with their short sword in hand behind him.
He marched into the village and was greeted with the sight of over a hundred goblins sleeping in the streets. His warrior self would like to fight them head on, but he was a guardian, so he shut that part of him up and started to kill them while they were still asleep. The Domanan Peasants followed his example and started to slit the throats of the goblins.
