Reborn Soul Master: The Rogue's Counterattack

The Undead Army. The army of undead creatures stopped in front of the broken city gate. Through the broken city gate, you can see the ruined city with the bodies of the tragic dead scattered everywhere.

Trample, tramp. A man in a black robe walked in front of the undead army. "It's too late." The middle-aged man looked at the ruined city and smacked his lips. Gulp. The man looking at the ruined city clenched his teeth as if in anger.

"Go back." The angry man finally turned around and looked at the Undead Army. Dadada! Dadada! Following his order, the Undead Army began to move busily. Boom! Bang! Boom! Like the sea being split apart, a gloomy and magnificent road appeared in front of the middle-aged man. At that moment.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh - whether to comfort the man's anger or to mourn those who died tragically, it began to rain.

The sudden rain made the man open his palms to catch the raindrops. He looked at the sky with a bitter expression. "What a hell." The man sighed deeply and walked along the road paved with skulls.

No, he tried to walk. Waaaaaa! From behind came the cry of a newborn baby. It sounded like it was asking for help, like it was looking for itself, a cry full of sadness and despair.

"Hmm?" The man tilted his head and looked at the other side of the city gate again. Wow! Wow! In the rain, the ruins exuded a terrifying and gloomy atmosphere.

“You three follow me, the rest wait.” The middle-aged man did not seem to be afraid, and he walked towards the place where the crying came from. Soon.

“…” He stopped in front of a collapsed building. Wow! Wow! “Clean it up.” The man pointed at the collapsed building and ordered. The three skeleton soldiers who followed him immediately began to clean up the ruins.

Soon. "..." In the arms of a young woman, they found a crying baby. "Thank you for your hard work, ma'am." The middle-aged man respectfully greeted the body that was still fulfilling its motherly duties until the last moment. "You suffered too." He carefully picked up the crying baby in the woman's arms.

"Waaaa! Waaaaa! Waaaaa!" The baby cried even louder, perhaps because he felt the warmth of the person. "Yeah. All you can do is cry." The baby's cry sounded pitiful, perhaps because it was still alive, or perhaps it was begging not to be abandoned.

"Among countless deaths, you survived alone..." The man looked at the baby with sympathy. The baby's face was covered with dirt and blood. Suddenly. The man carefully wiped the blood and dust off the baby's face with his sleeve and rain. "You will feel better." The man put his hand on the baby's forehead and passed the magic to the baby.

"Huh?" The man, sensing something was wrong, immediately took his hand away and looked at the baby. The baby, who had stopped crying at some point, looked at the middle-aged man with clear, transparent eyes. Those were a pair of innocent eyes that knew nothing.

Was it because of something he felt? The man was confused for a moment, but soon a smile appeared on his face. "Very good. Let's go together. Meeting you is your destiny." The man stroked the baby's head carefully and said. "For the one who controls death, this is a fitting birth." He didn't know.

What kind of soul is hidden in the baby in his arms? "Kadan. Your name is Kadan." Kadan. This is the new name of Huang Peng, the Double Flower Red Stick of the Bamboo Dragon Gang.

"Hmm..." The baby who woke up in the crib stretched his little hands and feet up and down like stretching. It was a cute look. "Damn." The cute baby cursed in his heart. "No, how is this possible?" The baby stared at the ceiling with his bright big eyes.

Kadan recalled his past memories. "I clearly..." At the last moment of his life, he died empty. "I'm already dead." As a double-flowered red stick of the violent social organization Bamboo Dragon Gang, Huang Peng is already dead.

In a war with another organization, he was stabbed by his betrayed subordinates and died tragically. That bitter tragic moment was still vivid in his mind. However, he opened his eyes again. "I didn't come to hell, but was truly reborn?" Even in the body of a baby.

Clumsy fingers, short arms and legs. Turning the head is not so easy for the baby body. "Ha..." He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Reincarnation. This kind of thing only happens in novels. "Suppose I can be reborn.

But is it really possible to be reborn with the memory of a past life? " This is really a fantastic story. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he wouldn't have believed it.

From the moment he realized that he could "recognize", he remembered his past life. From then on, his hell began. He couldn't say that he lived long enough, but in the organizational life, he experienced all kinds of tastes of life.

"What is hell?" The baby's body is not so easy to adapt. "If that's the case, let me go to hell. Damn it." Huang Peng, no, Cardin frowned, showing his irritability.

"Ah, no! Wait!" Just then. "Waaaaaaaaaa!" An inexplicable sadness surged in his heart, and he suddenly burst into tears. "Ah. I'm going crazy. Really."

After waking up, Cardin stared blankly at the ceiling. "First, let's start with sorting. First of all, this is not the world I've lived in." From the language to the environment, culture, and life, everything is unfamiliar.

The most important thing was this place. "Magic?" A place where magic was real. The existence of magic made it harder to accept reality. After all, in the world he had lived in, magic only existed in his imagination.

"After all, remembering the reincarnation of a previous life is unrealistic in itself." He couldn't ignore it just because it was unbelievable. This was the world he was going to live in. He had to accept everything. "Yes. There's no use in denying it." Now, accept it. Cardin decided to accept his new life.

"Fortunately, I was saved, otherwise I would have died as soon as I was born." He remembered that not long after his previous life, an accident happened. The war broke out and he suddenly lost his parents.

As a baby in the city that had become ruins, the only thing he could do was cry. "I thought it was hell." During the hellish days waiting for death, he survived thanks to the benefactor who heard his cry and found him. That day, Huang Peng got a chance at a new life under the name of Kadan.

"Kadan... Really?" Click. The door opened and a middle-aged man appeared. "You're awake. Cardan." He slowly walked to the crib and carefully picked up Cardan.

"Don't worry. It's safe here." It might look unnatural to hold a baby, but his eyes were full of love. "Charlotte Ingmar. Is that right?" Cardin immediately remembered the middle-aged man's name.

"If it weren't for this man, I would have died long ago." He was the benefactor who saved his life in the ruined city and his future protector. Cardin smiled gratefully. "Wow, it seems that you have a strong survival instinct." Charlotte stroked Cardin's head with a pitiful look.

"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, there's no one in this world who can threaten Ingmar's heir." Charlotte tried to comfort Cardin with a gentle voice. But Cardin felt embarrassed when he really accepted the comfort.

"So this person is a necromancer?" At first, he didn't know what a necromancer was. But since he arrived at his home, he knew what a necromancer was like.

Quite naturally. Click! Skeletons clean, change diapers, and even cook. And there is someone who commands these skeletons. Charlotte Ingmar. "Necromancer. A profession that controls the dead..." Thanks to the skeletons, accepting reality becomes even more difficult.

It's not easy to accept reality in a place where skeletons are responsible for childcare and housework. "Don't be afraid, child. As long as I am here, there is no one in this world who can threaten the heir of Ingmar." Looking at the way he commanded the skeletons, the only word that came to mind was "villain".

If he becomes that man's son, does he have to become a villain as well? "Relax. If you feel uneasy, I'll be there to protect you." Looking at his kind look and loving eyes, it's hard to call him a villain.

"Well, even wild animals are extremely gentle to their cubs. We can't draw a conclusion now." Charlotte didn't know what Cardin was thinking. He just patted Cardin's back with his warm face.

"Ha. I don't have insomnia, but I will doze off whenever I get the chance." Under Charlotte's warm comfort, Cardin couldn't resist the sleepiness and closed his eyes.

Seven years have passed. "Growing up is fast, but time is slow." After a long time after reincarnation, he has completely adapted to his new body. Although he is no longer a baby, it is still inconvenient to live as a child.

"But at least it's less oppressive." The terrible childhood is over, and the relatively free teenage years have arrived. The oppression is gone, but the extreme boredom that comes with it is annoying. "There is plenty of time." In his previous life, he always felt that there was not enough time.

But now, as a child, the day feels very long. Rather than being chased by time, is it more like strolling through the cracks of time? He tries to use the experience of his past life to pass the time fully.

In order to understand the world he would live in, he learned the language and studied the history of this place. "This is a dangerous world, so dangerous that survival must be the goal." Through his childhood, he learned that the world he had to live in was not so peaceful.

"I've expected this since the time when Skeleton was changing diapers." Full of monsters that pose a threat to humanity, war could break out at any time. On top of that, this world is always threatened by demons.

Those who don't have the strength to protect themselves may face a tragic death. "Maybe the gangster world is safer?" At least in the face of threats, he must cultivate his own strength, and he started physical training a year ago.

Knock, knock. While sorting out his thoughts, he heard a knock on the door, and Cardin looked outside and said. "Come in." With permission, the door opened, and a skeleton in formal attire appeared. Click. Although it was a shocking scene, Cardin seemed to be accustomed to this situation, and he looked at the skeleton and said. "Is my father looking for me?" Click.

Cardan asked, and the skeleton nodded, motioning for him to follow. "I see." Cardan glanced at the full-length mirror on the wall, confirmed his appearance as a 7-year-old, and immediately followed the skeleton. Click, click.

Walking out of the room, you can see skeletons doing housework everywhere in this big house. "This is really not a good environment for children." The neatly dressed skeletons look strange. In the past 7 years, he has never seen other living people except his adoptive father "Charlotte Ingmar".

Strangely, there have never been any visitors in this big house, and it seems that no one lives nearby. "Thanks to this, I can only play with the skeletons." As playmates, there are always skeletons around him, and occasionally vampires who have signed a contract with Charlotte will come to chat with him.

He used hide-and-seek as an excuse to conduct physical training, and through conversations with vampires, he gained various knowledge.

At the age of 7, Cardin began to prepare for survival in this world. "It's not easy to pretend to be a child. Tsk. How long will this last?" Click! While recalling the past, the skeleton in front stopped and pointed to the place with the fireplace with both hands.

There was a man sitting in an armchair reading a book. "Are you calling me? Father." The man was Charlotte Ingmar, Cardin's adoptive father.

Seven years had left wrinkles on his face, and his once black hair had turned gray. "You're here, Cardin." Despite his age, he did not look weak. On the contrary, there was an indescribable majesty beneath his gentle appearance.

"I heard that you are growing up fast. You speak fluently and have deep thoughts." This might be what I heard from a vampire. "Because learning is fun, that's it! Father!" Cardin answered in a crisp voice. Charlotte smiled with satisfaction and then spoke. "Although I think it may be too early, seeing your growth, I think it may not be too late to start now."

Cardin's eyes widened, waiting for the next words with an innocent expression. "I plan to start teaching you soon. Before I do, I have a question."

The kind smile on Charlotte's face disappeared, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy. The hairs on his body stood up. Gulp. Cardin swallowed and nodded.

"Cardan Ingmar." "Yes, father." "Do you want to become a necromancer and the heir of the Ingmar family?" Giving a 7-year-old child such a choice. For a child, this choice is quite heavy. "I won't force you. The future must be chosen by you." The savior, the necromancer Charlotte, is more amazing than expected.

'Being saved by this man is a blessing I will never have again.' He is one of the seven heroes who saved the kingdom from the demons, and is the guardian who protects the kingdom.

He is the only necromancer known as a hero, and one of the strongest men on the continent. As his successor, Cardan is sure that he will be able to do anything in this world.