<div> The young man dusted off his torn cloak that provided no protection, compared to the clothes of the Hounds.
 While the hounds were wearing clothes that were reinforced by the magic of the Rottenheim Family, the young man had clothes so ordinary that it looked like he had bought them from some random stall.
 Just as he was about to step down the mountain of rubble, he noticed a figure that was flying in his direction. It was Anya that had taken the brunt of an attack, being sent flying.
 Instead of catching Anya, he simply stepped aside, her figure flying past him, crashing on the rubble.
 "Are you alright?" the young man innocently asked, reaching out his hand to help the girl.
 The girl looked at him with a frown, not understanding who this crazy person was. He was in the middle of the battle for no apparent reason.
 Normally, an ordinary person should have run away at the sight of a battle of this intensity, but he was still here?
 She could feel that he was a two circle mage, but that was an insignificant strength in the Northern Continent.
 He was so weak that she couldn't even use him as bait to delay the hounds as she attempted to escape. In her eyes, the young man couldn't even distract the hounds for a single second before dying.
 With her dragon being restricted and the Hounds being prepared, it was looking even less likely that she might survive.
 Instead of running away and getting stabbed in the back, she made up her mind. Even if she had to burn her life here, she was going to kill the hounds.
 She was going to make the Rottenheim Family suffer the loss of their strongest force.
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 </div> "Run away, kid. That is, if you don't want to die." She pushed the young man aside, walking past him.
 Even she didn't understand why she was telling this insignificant person to run away. It wasn't as if his life or death had any meaning for her.
 She wondered if it was simply because she wanted someone to remember that even in her death, she didn't surrender to the Rottenheim Family.
 "Hmm? From which angle do I look like a kid?" The young man scratched the back of his head, appearing confused as he watched the girl walk away.
 The girl didn't react to his question, completely ignoring him. She had already warned him. If he didn't listen to it, it was his problem now.
 "Now how can I die without it appearing like a suicide?" The young man was lost in thought. "Should I start running away? That should catch their attention. But I don't know if that will be counted as suicide. If it does, I won't have anything."
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 He was lost in a deep thought. If he jumped in the battle, it was like he was looking for death. If he started running away, it was the same.
 "These terms and conditions are so annoying." He scratched the back of his head, wondering how he could tread the fine line between being killed and looking for death in the eyes of his system.
 The man looked at the Hounds of Rottenheim Family that had started paying attention to him.
 A few of them even looked surprised that they hadn't noticed his presence before. Was it because he was too weak? They weren't sure.
 "Go and kill him." The leader of the Hounds commanded one of the hooded figures.
 The young man had seen them use the artifact. They couldn't let him live, even if he was insignificant in their eyes.
 The young man was staying in silence, lost in thoughts when a hound appeared in front of him.
 "Kid, you can only blame yourself for being at the wrong place at the same time."
 "Why does everyone keep calling me a ki-" the young man was about to question when a powerful magic blasted his chest, leaving a large hole in his chest.
 He looked at his chest in disbelief. However, before he could even take in the gruesome sight, his head was ripped apart, tossed away.
 The young man was killed right away in a brutal manner. Even if he was as insignificant as an ant, the Hound didn't go easy.
 They had been trained since their childhood to be killers of the Rottenheim Family. The first thing they learned during their training was to kill quickly and painfully.
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 </div> Even if she was a wounded tiger, Anya had managed to kill one of the Hounds when she started giving it her all. However, the situation was just as bad for her. With each passing second, more and more wounds were appearing on her body.
 She also caught sight of the young man being killed. However, she didn't feel any pity for him. She only felt that he was a foolish man.
 Then again, she understood that it was already too late for him. Even if he had tried running away, his fate would have stayed the same.
 The hound turned around after killing the going man, returning to reinforce the other hounds against Anya.
 He didn't notice the body and the head of the young man disappear. Instead, a completely intact body appeared. He looked completely unharmed, still in the torn robe that looked just like it had a few moments ago.
 "That hurt." The young man sat up, rubbing his throat that still felt the pain of being ripped apart.
 If anyone else was to notice him, they would have been surprised to see that a dead man had returned to life. Just as surprising was the fact that he had become a three star mage.
 "What? Only a D grade reward? What do you mean the death wasn't significant enough?" the young man complained out loud, catching the attention of the Hounds.
 Let alone the Hounds, even Anya was looking at him as if he was a ghost.
 "Should I have them kill me again? Then again, I don't know if it will count as a higher grade. I suppose I can only take what I'm given and look for a more epic way to die so I can get more strength."
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 Unaware about the changes in the Northern Continent, Eren had reached the Holy Church, looking quite upset as he came to realize what the Holy Church was doing to the people who had lost their faith in them.</div>
 
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Chapter 508 The Dying Transmigrator

The young man dusted off his torn cloak that provided no protection, compared to the clothes of the Hounds. While the hounds were wearing clothes that were reinforced by the magic of the Rottenheim Family, the young man had clothes so ordinary that it looked like he had bought them from some random stall. Just as he was about to step down the mountain of rubble, he noticed a figure that was flying in his direction. It was Anya that had taken the brunt of an attack, being sent flying. Instead of...

My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

Chapter 508 The Dying Transmigrator

My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character! - Chapter 508 The Dying Transmigrator