Transmigrated as a Wrong Character in a Sorcerer World

Having the beast so close is something Klaus already knew. He is the one who is in control of this place, as he carefully observed the whole place just before throwing all that flour around. That's why he wasn't surprised.

He took a step back to gather momentum, recharged his arm with a powerful positive energy, and bent his body. In doing so, he dodged the first attack of the cursed beast, which was extremely angry and had strange knives in its hands.

From its body, it gave off a strange aura that stirred Klaus' emotions and feelings, wanting to anger him. That meant it was a beast of Anger.

Each type of beast has its specialty, which does not necessarily have anything to do with the Calamity that gave birth to them. In this case, one of the specialties that the cursed beasts of Anger (or Wrath) tend to enjoy is great melee skills.

Klaus knew this, so keeping this thing away from him was necessary.

'Your anger doesn't have much effect on me, little beast.' He grinned and immediately launched his strike against the beast's stomach.

'An attack with a curvature of 60 degrees should be able to move it several meters backward with a curvature of 15 degrees, right?' He thought, his calculations moving quickly, so his blow had a considerable curvature in the end, and he hit the beast's stomach with ferocity.

He was looking for the beast to fall in a certain place that he remembered was in that area, it was the place where the flour sacks were parked.

The beast could not avoid being carried backward by the force of the impact, and suddenly, its body crashed against a pile of wooden boards arranged in that place.

It wasn't the flour sacks, Klaus had missed. 'But not quite.' He smiled, and suddenly, all the wooden boards started to fall on the beast and on the nearby flour sacks so that special flour started to come out in heaps, making the 'dust' of the place practically palpable.

That made the man from the cursed world and the cursed beast lose their prey. Unlike Klaus, they didn't remember what was on what before; while Klaus had a mental map of everything he had seen, there was no way to go wrong.

He ran to the side and jumped across the room, landing on different wooden boards, lifting them up, and subsequently knocking them in the direction of where that guy should be.

Thanks to the large amount of flour scattered all over the room and the small amount of space, the crashing sound of the boards flying filled the room.

The man from the cursed world frowned.

'This bastard is playing stupid games.' He thought and, at the last moment, moved his head back to dodge one of the boards that passed in front of him at great speed.

The first wooden board soon became a second, and they were not coming from one place; they seemed to trace a trajectory. He managed to see it.

'It's running backward... The door?' Quickly, his senses became alarmed, and he turned, trying to find his cursed beasts to put one near the door, but as he tried to do so, he realized that the beasts were there, fighting a guy they had turned to pulp.

'Isn't it?'

His body soon trembled as a shiver crossed his spine. He immediately realized that he had been tricked.

He wasn't planning to run away.

'He...' His body acted instinctually as he threw a hard punch to his right. His hand soon slammed hard into something.

'Wood?'

"Hehe, you're powerful, but you lack cunning." A cold voice suddenly came from the side of him, in conjunction with an attack from a powerful knife, which stabbed firmly in the middle of his eyebrows.

The attack still failed to pierce his skull as it should, but that was of no consequence. The knife was stuck between his eyebrows, and Klaus did a flying kick to hit the knife hard, finally sending it flying out the back of the guy's head.

The knife continued on its way until it stuck firmly into the wall, and the man from the cursed world fell backward, his head partially split in half.

Just then, Klaus heard a loud roar from the beast behind him. After giving it a quick glance, he grabbed the corpse and ran to where his knife was. After stripping it of its valuables and removing its head, he ran out.

He arrived just in time to see that the two cursed beasts were about to kill his companion, so he smiled.

'Well, you're tough, kid.' He immediately jumped around the place and quickly got to where that guy was. He grabbed him by his clothes and threw him over the houses.

That guy was in shock as he suddenly found himself flying through the air, and when he saw Klaus' face, he felt anger come over him, but Klaus' shout came first.

"Run; you'll meet the family we were supposed to rescue, protect them; I'll be there in a moment."

Klaus quickly jumped to the side to avoid the attacks of the two beasts, and just before he hit the ground, he threw the thing he held in his other hand toward the front.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Suddenly, the headless body of the leader of these beasts hit them, pushing them backward.

They were both stunned. They could feel some connection with the body before them, but they did not understand what.

They were not that smart.

Still, Klaus did not stick around to watch this encounter. Soon, he disappeared.

...

On the other side of the village, two men were now fighting three thieves.

They had managed to kill 2 of them without being hit much, thanks to Carion Westwood's good control skills and the good moves he had in a place with so many trees, but in the end, they were quite a bit more powerful than them.

Only Carion was at the level of their two leaders, but the other could hardly do anything against the remaining one. Besides, they had to protect the injured one; they were in a difficult situation.

While they were like this, Carion felt frustrated. 'On my own, I'm too weak.' He sighed as he looked at his three enemies.

They were powerful, but the surroundings were favorable to him. Even more, his abilities as a Soft Class Sorcerer Specializing in Control were incredibly good in this place.

Despite all that, he was at a total disadvantage in this situation. He understood his own weakness and knew that this, rather than weakness, was that he had not had enough time to grow up. But, all in all, he blamed himself.

Suddenly, he remembered something he had in his inventory. That something made him stare at his rivals.

Their necks and all those places where killing was possible with a single blow.

'If I am to take revenge, I need to pass all my tests. If fate wills it, so, fine... Let me pass this test, then.' He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them, letting all the air out of his lungs.

When he opened them, he was holding something in his hands.

No one noticed.