Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race

In a vast plain bathed by the morning light, in the heart of Milis, a herd of Nufulaus grazed with apparent tranquility.

The creatures, monstrous variants of common buffalo, measured three times the size of a horse, with long, curved horns, hooves hard as iron, and eyes that shone with a strange reddish hue.

Classified as rank D and C monsters, they rarely posed a threat when unprovoked, but could tear entire villages apart if angered.

However, on that day, the calm would be broken abruptly.

Without any warning, a lightning bolt streaked across the plain. Agile. Uncontrollable. Devastating. The bluish spark cut the horizon like a divine blade, not hesitating even before the herd.

The bolt passed through the Nufulaus as if they were air, shredding their monstrous bodies in a more-or-less straight line.

The shockwave of its speed raised the earth around it, cracking the ground and sending debris flying in every direction.

Flesh, blood, and entrails exploded into the air in a grotesque, instantaneous blur, as if the herd had been struck by divine judgment.

The plain, once filled with the low sounds of the Nufulaus, became a field of panic. The surviving monsters ran wild, in instinctive frenzy, as if death itself lurked behind them.

But the bolt remained unaltered in its course, crossing the plain in an instant.

In the next moment, already far away on a hill that stood out against the clear sky, the lightning finally slowed. Its end was not abrupt, but rather like a train trying to stop after reaching top speed.