Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Women only influence me by passing on the fire of Leviathan

An unusually thick fog gradually enveloped the world, and horrible demons emerged from it, plundering souls from people. Those whose souls were taken away lost their minds due to their hunger for souls and attacked others.

As the world begins its silent countdown, Russell travels here with a ball of fire. He unexpectedly discovers that the fire he brought with him not only poses a huge threat to the dense fog and demons, but can even restore sanity to those whose souls have been taken away by the demons, allowing them to become his followers...

But why do these women, after regaining their senses, all have improper thoughts about him?

Female scholars, female mages, female knights, female priests...

When the number of his harem (crossed out)... dependents increased, Russell wondered if this would affect his ability to pass on the torch.

Volume One

001 Wake Up

It’s hot, so hot, I feel like I’m going to burn.

Russell felt as if he was burning. There seemed to be a ball of fire in his chest that wanted to devour everything, using his body as fuel and burning him mercilessly.

Russell wanted to roar and scream to vent the pain, but when he opened his mouth, he felt endless heat that made his throat seem to stick together, and he felt his lips cracking.

In this scorching thirst, Russell barely lifted his eyelids that weighed more than a thousand pounds.

What appeared before Russell's eyes was not the familiar ceiling. To be exact, it was not even a ceiling, but a gray sky without the sun.

Although Russell was already used to waking up in different beds, he was still slightly startled to wake up directly in the wild.

Was last night really that wild? Did I catch a cold from a field battle?

Water, I want to drink water.

Russell sat up while thinking wildly.

As soon as Russell stood up, he felt weak and dizzy. At the same time, he felt not only a fire burning in his heart, but also a stabbing pain.

He was breathing weakly and heard a series of crows calling, followed by the sound of dozens of crows flapping their wings and rising into the sky.

Russell opened his eyes wide and found that there were many corpses lying around him. To be exact, he himself had crawled out from the pile of dead bodies.

Russell suppressed his nausea and fear and looked around, and found that he was on the main street of a medieval town that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.

The small town had experienced countless storms and finally collapsed, leaving only ruins covered with vines and moss.

The church's bell tower had collapsed, and the large bronze bell that used to be rung at regular intervals had been deformed and lay there powerless.

Under the gloomy sky, the whole town exuded an ominous atmosphere.

The crows above were reluctant to leave so many corpses behind, and circled stubbornly in the air, screaming and trying to drive away Russell, the guy who disturbed their meal.

Have I traveled through time?

Or soul travel?

Russell frowned, suppressing his nausea and fear as he examined the bodies.

All of these corpses had white faces and were wearing very uniform armor. Russell subconsciously looked down and found that he was also wearing the same plate armor.

The only difference was that there was a bowl-sized hole in the chest of Russell's plate armor, and there seemed to be a little fire flickering in the chest.

It seems that his predecessor died from this blow that could penetrate plate armor.

After examining the bodies in a daze, Russell confirmed that each person had only one wound, and it was a clean and neat blow that killed them.

I don’t know if this powerful enemy who wiped out an entire team and destroyed a small town has gone far away.

Russell swallowed subconsciously, and then he once again felt thirsty.

The thirsty instinct drove Russell to look around. He saw a well not far away, right next to the cobblestone road, but now he even lacked the courage to walk to the well.

To this end, Russell picked up a sword to give himself courage. He chopped it twice, and the crows that had just bravely landed were frightened and took off again, screaming, and dropped countless black feathers.

At this time, Russell felt the burning sensation in his chest becoming more and more obvious.

Russell forced himself to calm down and think for a moment, then he thought that before getting water, he should first figure out if there was anything wrong with his body.

So Russell picked up a dagger and put away the two sharp weapons, one long and one short, and walked into a church that looked relatively safe.

squeak - ah -

There was a teeth-grinding sound of a door being pushed open. Russell pushed the heavy cast metal door of the church open a gap for him to pass through, and then crawled in.

The church was now in a mess, with statues overturned, the altar pushed over, stained glass windows smashed to pieces, and the bodies of several clergymen lying on the ground, their faces still distorted with fear.

The heavy metal gate did nothing to keep out the enemy.

Russell stepped over the broken head of the saint statue. He looked up at the ceiling, which had been mostly collapsed, and at the mural on the ceiling, where only a few angel wings were left.

It was obvious that the saints, God and even the gods who could not protect themselves no longer had any energy left to protect this small town, and Russell, who did not believe in gods, could not count on them at all.

Russell found a bronze mirror in the church.

Russell observed intently for a while, and after confirming that the church was temporarily safe, he took great effort to reluctantly take off his complicated and exquisite armor.

Then Russell was shocked.

Because his chest was empty and his heart had disappeared, it was probably destroyed by the blow that pierced his heart.

Instead of the heart, there was a burning flame, but the flame looked a little weak.

Only then did Russell understand where the little bit of fire that he had seen spreading from his heart came from.

Is it this flame that allows me to control this body?

Am I still a human being now?

Looking at his own strong muscles in the bronze mirror, Russell had a huge question in his mind.

Russell was puzzled. He subconsciously stretched out his right hand and gently touched the flame.

Then he felt the seemingly endless heat from the flames, and felt his right hand being roasted by the flames.

He immediately withdrew his right hand from the flame, and was surprised to see a ball of lively flame gently jumping on his right hand, and then quickly disappeared.

what?

what is happening?

Russell frowned.

Russell was about to carefully study the abnormalities in his body when he suddenly heard a burst of footsteps coming from the cobblestone road outside the church.

He was startled and had no time to put on his armor, so he simply picked up the sword.

With a whoosh, flames suddenly burst out of thin air on the sword.

Russell didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the crimson flame looked listless and rather dim.

Russell felt his eyelids twitching, but he held his breath and stared at the church door, ready to give the uninvited guest a warm surprise.

Fortunately, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away and did not even stay near the church, as if they were just passing by.

Russell remained patient until he was sure that the footsteps had completely faded away and disappeared, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he stared blankly at the sword in his hand, looking at the burning blade.

Russell thought of the fire in his heart that seemed to burn everything and made his initial guess.

Is this, his ability?

Thinking of this, Russell put down the sword in his hand and took out a dagger from his waist.

Just as Russell guessed, the flames on the sword he threw away went out immediately.

And on the dagger in Russell's hand, the flame began to flow wildly and happily again.

Well, this is his ability, and it has something to do with fire.

Russell confirmed his guess.

At the same time, Russell also judged that the resurrection of this body - if the current state without a heart and pulse can be considered resurrection - was also related to the fire.

But what exactly was he? A dead spirit possessing another's body?

Russell was very confused about this.

002 First Battle

After finally accepting the fact that he was not only dead but also his soul had traveled to another world, Russell forced himself to calm down.

Russell forced himself to ignore the missing heart and the leaping flames in the bronze mirror and continued to look at himself through the mirror.

Russell saw a gold necklace hanging on his chest, with a pure gold disc pendant on the necklace. Russell picked it up and looked at the necklace, and found that the patterns and words engraved on it had melted and deformed under the scorching flames and could no longer be seen clearly.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the original owner of Russell's body should have been of a high status.

Only then did Russell have the energy to carefully examine the armor and noticed that his armor was much more finely crafted than the standard armor worn by the knights who died in battle. Unlike those simple armors, his armor was engraved with many decorative patterns.

Of the coat of arms engraved on the heart, only the outline of a shield can be seen now, and the rest of the parts are currently unknown.

It seems that the original owner of this body was the noble who led this team of knights.

If his previous incarnation was a noble, perhaps he could make use of this identity - provided that he dressed himself like a human being, his heart must not be exposed like this, and he must not be without a heartbeat and pulse.

Russell thought so.

He first murmured an "offense" in a low voice, then took off a shirt from a dead monk. He didn't care whether the shirt fit or not, and put it on roughly to block the empty heart and the flames.

The flames did not violently burn the linen smock, but were calmly blocked.

This made Russell feel much more comfortable, and he began to try to put the armor back on.

Such complicated armor often requires the assistance of knights' attendants to wear it. Russell took great pains to barely finish putting it on again.

Russell touched the hole in the armor over his chest again and felt insecure.

Miraculously, even though his hands pressed against the black linen smock and ignited flames, the clothes were not ignited by the flames.

This magical flame gave Russell courage again.

He put his sword and dagger into place, then once again stepped over the empty eyes of the marble saints and left the church.

Russell needed water. Although he didn't know whether he was still a human being or what kind of existence he was, the physiological instinct of thirst in his throat still drove him to seek water.

Russell remained cautious and walked carefully towards the well to get some water to drink.

Perhaps because he had just been resurrected, Russell felt that his hands and feet were still very stiff and not very responsive.

Adapting to his new body and directing his hands and feet to move forward, Russell finally noticed a gray monster on the right side of the well when he was not far away from it.

This monster was not tall, only as tall as a child, and looked less than one meter.

Its skin was completely gray, reminding Russell of the gray fog that covered the sky.

It was precisely because it was the same color as the gray fog and the gray ruins of the town that Russell didn't notice it until he walked closer.

Its face is ugly and ferocious, and its tail is as sharp as a scorpion.

Because the monster looks like the common demons in the game and is small in size, Russell temporarily named it the Little Devil.

It held a crude wooden stick in its hand, which seemed to be its weapon.

The little devil heard Russell's footsteps, raised his head and met Russell's eyes.

The height difference did not make the little devil flinch, and there was a ferocious look in its eyes.

Russell observed the little devil cautiously and looked around cautiously.

Because of his size advantage, Russell was somewhat nervous and fearful, but generally relaxed. He twisted his stiff neck and looked around, trying to find other little demons nearby that almost blended into the environment.

As if angered by Russell's slightly contemptuous look around, the little devil knocked the wooden stick in his hand on the ground, making a dull thud, which seemed to be a threat, but also seemed to be encouraging himself.

Russell had already drawn out the sword with his stiff hands. The moment the sword was unsheathed, it bloomed into a deep red flower of flame with a whoosh.

The warm and bright flames seemed to dispel the fog surrounding Russell's heart.

The little devil, whose expression had begun to turn ferocious, also became serious when he saw the flames.

It opened its stinking mouth, revealing fangs covered with blood and flesh, and slowly walked towards Russell.

Snap, snap, snap.