Bizarre Realm-Chapter 303 - 3: We Are All Monsters! Exiles_2

The Barbarian reached out to take the salt, casually sprinkled it on the grilled fish, and said with a smile, "You casters have it easy, being able to teleport back at any time while staying outside. Life is really comfortable."

He picked up the half-cooked grilled fish, took a big bite without even removing the scales. After biting, he crunched the fish bones alongside and then placed it back on the fire to continue grilling.

Transcendents with enhanced flesh and blood have large appetites; when starving, they can even chew on stones, and they can digest them too.

Shawn frowned slightly as he watched, took out a bottle of Purgatory Fire Wine from Abyss City, sent it over with the Invisible Hand, and said, "What are your plans next?"

"If you want to go back, I can send you on your way."

It’s just a Teleportation Spell.

Venturing alone in the wilderness of the Bizarre Realm, he was quite a tough character.

"Demon’s wine?"

Quinn-To picked up the wine bottle, sniffed it, then took a big swig, drinking half the bottle in one gulp. He exhaled deeply, and a few sparks of fire appeared from his mouth. This stuff would kill ordinary people, only Transcendents could withstand the residue of the Fire Element.

He smiled, carefully grilling the fish, and said, "I can’t go back."

"I am a fallen exile."

Shawn was not surprised by this; actually, from seeing him initially using a deformed Ravenman as food, he could already tell a bit.

He said calmly, "How did you get exiled?"

Usually, only Transcendents who committed serious crimes would be exiled. For such people, embarking on the Path of Destiny could be considered a form of atonement, because humanity truly needed Destiny Legends.

Quinn-To said calmly, "Killed people."

"Killed many."

Spiritual Vision, on.

A flicker of Spiritual Light appeared in Shawn’s eyes as he saw the opponent’s body engulfed in dense, congealed blood-red Spiritual Light. Among it was the mad, violent fury of the Fury Sequence, a twisted Mad Fire, which had transformed into a savage bloodthirsty desire for destruction.

Shawn said blandly, "Lost control or went mad?"

"Were you once a Cyan Guard?"

Cyan Guards, equivalent to Night Watchers, the Guardians of the Natural Path have many titles, and Barbarians are inclined towards the Path of Nature.

Quinn-To took up the grilled fish, biting off the head directly, crunching the bones loudly, eating both meat and bones completely before saying calmly, "Once was."

"One day, suddenly lost control."

"Wiped out an entire town, including the elderly and children, I killed them all."

"The Great Druids, considering my past contributions, didn’t kill me, but I couldn’t get over the psychological barrier and chose exile for redemption."

"Only by ascending to a Destiny Legendary can I atone for my sins."

Detect Lies.

Reading Thoughts.

A faint spiritual light appeared on Shawn as he cast the spell, but this Barbarian remained unconcerned, saying to himself, "If I can embark on the Path of Destiny, I will continue to seek redemption."

"If not, dying outside would at least cause less trouble for my former comrades."

Unrestrained.

This Barbarian exuded an extremely unrestrained aura.

How many ordinary people did he actually kill?

A thousand? Ten thousand?

It was the first time Shawn had seen a Transcendent enshrouded in such dense, bloody Spiritual Light. Even Aemon didn’t have such intense blood light over him.

Aemon’s spiritual light was actually a grayish-white hue. He never actively killed the innocent, yet a fair number died passively because of him. But to Aemon, perhaps these were necessary sacrifices.

Shawn pondered for a moment and said, "There are no cities nearby, only a Demon outpost."

"I assume you won’t get along with them."

"If you don’t want to continue living like a savage, you can come with me. I happen to need some help."

Hearing Shawn’s words, the Barbarian before him looked surprised, gazing calmly at Shawn beside him, he said, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll suddenly lose control and start a massacre?"

At this moment, he appeared very calm, but the calmer he seemed, the more insane he became.

His Power of Fury had already transformed.

The fury had become a Mad Fire.

Shawn said expressionlessly, "If you lose control, we’ll correct it, still unresolvable, we’ll kill it."

Those on the Barbarian Path have straightforward personalities.

Shawn said blandly, "I happen to specialize in handling the out of control, and you wandering alone in the wilderness, finding food every day is a problem."

"You can’t keep eating this all the time, can you?"

He glanced at the treated Ravenman corpse beside him as he spoke.

Transcendents on the Warrior Side can fight but have no productive capacity. Without supplies, they rely on whatever they encounter for food in the wild. When starving, members of the Ancient Race can also become appetizers.

Seeing this guy fallen to such a state yet remembering to carry a flask reveals he was once well-treated in terms of food and drink. To be honest, considering the productivity of the Del Region where he used to live, his life there was probably even better than a Night Watcher’s. The fertility of Dele in the real world is among the top, and animal husbandry is very developed.

Quinn-To thought seriously for a moment, then looked up and said, "Is there a salary?"

This meant he was seriously considering it.

Shawn replied calmly, "There is."

"And a commission."

The Barbarian showed a little interest at the words, curiously asking, "What kind of work?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The Path of Destiny cannot be completed within a day or two. It requires time, opportunity, the integration of laws, and making oneself as perfect as possible, for death might come accidentally at any moment.

Shawn said blandly, "Leader of a trading team."

Just that?

Quinn-To looked a bit skeptical, asking in a deep voice, "No other requirements?"

Shawn calmly said, "A Plane Trading Team made up of monsters."

Hiss!