My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

After turning left and right through the alleys and walking through several streets, we arrived at an abandoned church on the edge of the outer city. The church was overgrown with weeds and covered with moss. It looked to be decades old and must have left deep marks, which should meet the system's requirements.

Can I check in here?

Sure enough, the system's cold voice rang out:

"Ding! The host's current location contains a large amount of spiritual energy, which meets the check-in requirements... Start checking in."

"Sign-in successful. Congratulations, host, you have obtained a B-rank Noble Phantasm—[Twelve Trials]."

"The Twelve Trials, an anti-human Noble Phantasm, is derived from the immortality Noble Phantasm represented by Hercules, the famous strongman in Greek mythology."

"Noble Phantasm effect: 1. Your body is an indomitable armor, nullifying all attacks of rank B or below."

2. You have twelve chances to automatically revive your body after death. As long as you have enough time and magic power, you can continuously replenish your resurrection chances.

3. An attack that has been used once will not work a second time.

"Ding! Special reminder: The magic power of the Noble Phantasm is provided by the system and can be considered positive infinity."

"Ding! Noble Phantasm binding in progress... Binding complete."

"Ding! The Twelve Trials is a treasure that enhances the physical body. It is a passive skill and will remain active once bound."

The instant the system finished speaking.

boom!!

Kouta's originally thin body erupted with an invisible wave of energy, shattering large raindrops into mist as they approached him.

Kouta clenched his hands. The hands looked the same as before, thin and weak, covered in dirt, but their inner nature had completely changed. He could feel the enormous power contained within them; a single punch could kill a bull.

"These are the twelve trials!"

Kouta carefully sensed the powerful force within his body. Although it wasn't as strong as in his previous life, it was quite similar.

More importantly, its "immortality" and "nullification of identical attacks" abilities are practically a bug in combat.

suddenly.

A cacophony of sounds drifted from the half-open church door, drowning out the noise of the rain and reaching Kouta's ears. The sounds included roars, screams, and laughter...

a long time,

With a loud thud, a man dressed as a merchant stumbled out, smashing through the half-closed, broken wooden door of the church, and crashed heavily to the ground, splashing water more than a meter away.

"Help! Help...!"

The man was not dead. His gorgeous clothes were soaked in blood, turning the puddles on the ground red. He struggled to sit up, his expression filled with fear, as if there was something terrifying behind him.

But he had a deep wound on his thigh that must have damaged his nerves, which is why he couldn't stand up.

Then, he saw a figure ahead and hope appeared on his face, but when he realized that the person was just a beggar named Kouta, despair returned.

Kouta frowned as he looked at the scene before him.

Chapter 493 Eileen Lorraine

A murder occurred in the church; more accurately, a brutal killing.

A cloaked girl slaughtered more than a dozen sword-wielding guards with a speed that left only afterimages in the air. Kouta saw the girl kill them several times, but she didn't. Instead, she kept cutting off their hands and feet... until she cut off all their limbs and left them to bleed to death on the ground. The thick smell of blood could not be covered up even by the torrential rain.

After dealing with all the guards, the girl looked at the man struggling to escape outside the church, thinking... the beggar next to him had a sickly, excited smile on his face, picked up the dagger in his hand and stuck out his tongue to lick the bloodstains on it:

"Oh my gosh~, I didn't expect there to be an extra dessert while enjoying the main meal."

She carried the sharp short sword that could easily cut through human bones and walked slowly toward Kouta.

Kouta was finally able to see the girl's appearance clearly.

She looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with short purple hair. She wasn't very tall, about 1.7 meters, and had a curvy figure. However, her clothes were extremely sexy.

Under the cloak, two-thirds of her breasts were covered by a piece of cloth, which was tied very tightly to prevent them from shaking. She wore only a tight-fitting bodysuit similar to swim trunks, which was designed to allow for greater freedom of movement.

The cloak she was wearing was made of some unknown material, yet it was completely waterproof, without showing any signs of getting wet.

Afra stared at her new prey, a smile of excitement and cruelty playing on her lips.

As they walked, they said slowly, "Hehe~, you're really unlucky. You're just an innocent passerby, but you're about to die because you saw something you shouldn't have seen..."

Are you scared?

Are you afraid?

Don't worry, look at these guys on the ground. When their limbs are completely severed—completely severed, you know—skin, bone, flesh, and even bone itself, all of it is cut off. Under such pain, people are not afraid of death. On the contrary, they would yearn for death, yearn for everything to end.

What exactly does that kind of pain feel like?

I've always been curious whether it's like a burn or a needle prick. Hmm~, just thinking about it gets me excited! Unfortunately, I've asked so many people, but none of them have told me.

Little brother, can you tell me in a moment?

How can I fulfill my sister's small wish?

"

Afra smiled grotesquely, eager to witness the fear on the young beggar's face.

The expression of despair on a human face is so captivating, no matter how many times you see it!

but……

Afra was stunned.

Because she saw that the beggar in front of her showed no fear on his face, and his eyes were only cold and indifferent as he looked at her.

"Aren't you... afraid? Aren't you terrified?" Afra's voice began to distort.

However, Kouta completely ignored her.

"Heh~, turns out he's just a fool. How boring, all that excitement for nothing. In that case, to be on the safe side, let's kill him."

As soon as she finished speaking, her fiery body bent slightly, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

Bang!

The ground caved in, and her body vanished from her spot in an instant, charging towards Kouta, appearing before him almost immediately.

A beautiful smile bloomed on her lips, but it was a smile tinged with cruelty and bloodshed.

The short knife in his hand flashed out like lightning, aiming to bite Kouta's neck like a snake. The whole movement was executed in one fluid motion, as if he had done it countless times.

Ding--!

A crisp, clear sound of impact.

It wasn't the sound of steel cutting through bone, but rather the sound of steel striking rock, vibrating the eardrums.

The short sword, entirely black except for its silver-white blade, slashed directly at Kouta's neck.

To be precise, it's on the skin of the neck that it can't go any further.

The skin looked no different; if I had to say, it might just look a little dirty because it hadn't been washed in a while.

This is one of the effects of the [Twelve Trials]: Your body becomes a tough armor, nullifying all attacks of level B and below.

This attack includes physical and magical attacks... and so on.

Although it's unclear what the equivalent of B in the Type-Moon universe is in this world, it's obvious that this girl's attack doesn't reach the level of B.

Afra looked horrified!

How could they not know they were being played for fools?

However, as a core member of the Blood Eye, a notorious assassination group in the northern kingdoms, her combat skills are definitely up to par.

She swiftly drew her knife and struck Kouta's shoulder, arm, abdomen, face, mouth, and eyes... one strike after another...

ding ding ding ding...

The crisp impact even had a rhythm, like a little tune playing.

Finally, with a "clang!", the mithril blade in Aifra's hand reached its fatigue limit, snapped, and flew out.

At the same time, Kouta grabbed with his claw.

Swish!

She retreated more than ten meters away with lightning speed, avoiding Kouta's movements. Her right hand was twitching uncontrollably from the impact of the attack. Her face was contorted, her teeth were clenched, and her eyes were filled with fear as she stared directly at Kouta.

"What kind of monster are you?!"

She's a great knight, a humanoid monster with twenty times the strength and speed of an ordinary person!

The weapon in his hand was a mithril weapon, a precious weapon that could cut through rocks like tofu, but now it couldn't even cut into his skin and was broken off.

Afra quickly pieced together Kouta's information: 'No Mana reaction, no trace of training methods, nothing... Could he be one of the lucky ones who awakened divine blood!'

Unable to come up with a solution, Afra left with the words, "Little brother, I'll remember you. Next time we meet, I'll definitely cut open your body to see what's inside."

Then, he turned around, leaped over the broken wall of the church, and disappeared into the rain.

Kouta didn't chase after him; the Twelve Trials hadn't increased his speed, so he couldn't catch up even if he wanted to.

He had only intended to test the immortality and attack nullification abilities of the [Twelve Trials], but he hadn't expected that his opponent was so weak that he couldn't even break through his defense. Disappointed, he turned to leave.

The merchant behind him said urgently, "Young man! Wait a moment, I am Abel Loran, the president of the Loran Merchant Guild. Can you take me to the Loran Merchant Guild? I will repay you handsomely."

Kōta stopped in his tracks.

He had heard of the Loran Chamber of Commerce, which was said to be a two-hundred-year-old chamber of commerce. Two hundred years, he should be able to sign in, right?

So he turned around to help Abel Lorraine up from the ground.

Just then, a woman's anxious voice came from the intersection leading here:

"Captain Roy, it's just ahead! Please, you must save my father!"

“Leave it to me, Miss Eileen.”

Immediately, a squad of royal guards dressed in knightly armor appeared.

At the front was a beautiful girl with wavy hair, wearing a brightly colored dress under a cloak and rain gear, and her delicate skin made it clear that she had lived a life of luxury.

The girl turned pale when she saw her father covered in blood, and when she saw the beggar-like Empress Dowager, she angrily said:

"Halt! What do you think you're doing, you lowly commoner?"