I Refused To Be Reincarnated

Watching two teenagers berate the whimpering calamity amidst an ocean of chitinous shards and torn legs became too much for William.

He took unsteady steps, his breath a mess of ragged exhales. His voice cracked in disbelief. "W-What is happening?"

Adam turned, not forgetting to punch the centipede one last time. "Behave." Then, he smiled at William as if nothing strange had happened. "Oh, isn’t it Archmage William? Why did you follow us?"

Why? To stop them from enraging the calamity, to sacrifice himself to protect his village? William glanced at the beast’s sorry state, his answer almost choking him. Speak the truth when he only watched slack-jawed? Unthinkable.

"B-Because I was worried about you, of course!" He lied through gritted teeth. "You rushed here right after I told you about the beast. What madness got into your heads?"

Adam rolled his eyes. "You’re using that patronising tone of yours again. As you can see, we’re fine." He waved his hand. "If there isn’t anything else, let me deal with the centipede."

Without bothering to entertain the old archmage’s curiosity, he focused on the squirming centipede. Misha sat on its back, her hands raised, ready to slap the unrelenting creature.

A threatening smirk split his face, mana and qi wafting from his sky-blue eyes. "You lost." His voice echoed, cold and merciless. "Death isn’t the only outcome. Spare yourself the suffering. Abandon your prejudices and shapeshift to discuss."

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He stretched his hand, his smile and voice softening. "We don’t mean you harm; rather, we come with an offer."