Finally, I Got Transmigrated Into Another World!

On the other side, Tristan arrived in front of an unguarded iron door. Without hesitation, he pushed it open casually. Inside, the scene was grotesque, a room littered with mutilated corpses of humans and monsters alike.

Walking slowly, Tristan surveyed his surroundings, his eyes calm but sharp. "Monsters, huh? No, they're worse than monsters themselves. Well, what else could you expect from followers of a demon god?" he muttered to himself.

His steps brought him to another room, this one separated by a smaller iron door. "They're in here," he said under his breath, pushing the door open.

What greeted him was a chilling sight, two men tormenting Cheryl. They had ripped off all her nails and carved deep gashes across her body, arms, and legs. Cheryl sat slumped, her lifeless face streaked with silent tears.

Tristan moved closer, his presence silent but deliberate. Cheryl's gaze flickered as she noticed a shadow approaching. When her eyes met Tristan's figure, something inside her reignited. Tears burst forth as she cried out, "Tri... Tristan! Uwaaah! Tristan! Tristan! Tristan! Uwaaah!"

Tristan's lips curved into a gentle but sad smile. "Sorry, Cheryl. I took too long to get here."

Cheryl sobbed even harder, a mix of pain and relief flooding her. The two men froze at the sudden voices behind them. One of them, panic etched across his face, barked, "W-who are you?!"

The second man squinted, scrutinizing Tristan. When he realized the intruder was just a boy, his fear subsided, and he smirked. Standing, he approached Tristan. "Hey, kid, are you lost? Do you want to end up like her?"

Before the man could finish his mocking threat, Tristan moved with blinding speed, severing his left arm in a single motion. Blood sprayed, and for a moment, there was only silence. Then, the man's scream tore through the air.

"ARGHHHH!"

Unfazed, Tristan retrieved a strip of cloth from his storage room and shoved it into the screaming man's mouth. Holding his jaw firmly, Tristan leaned close, his voice a chilling whisper in the man's ear. "Is it fun, torturing little girls?"

As the man whimpered, Tristan stretched out his hand behind him, creating a barrier over the iron door to ensure neither of them could escape. His gaze remained steady as he turned to the remaining man.

"Wait your turn," he said coldly, before walking toward Cheryl.

Tristan retrieved a clean cloth from his storage and carefully draped it over Cheryl's battered body. He then sliced through the chains binding her hands and feet before gently lifting her into his arms and said with a smile, "You're safe now Cheryl, you can rest" Cheryl felt a comfort and fell unconscious. Without hesitation, Tristan opened a wide portal to his storage room and stepped through, vanishing into the void.

"A... is he gone?" the first man stammered, glancing nervously at his companion. Approaching the second man, he pulled the cloth out of his mouth and said, "Damn it! When that kid spoke, I felt like I couldn't move, paralyzed with fear. I didn't even see him cut off your arm!"

The second man, seething with rage, screamed, "That bastard! I'll kill him!"

As if in response to his declaration, another portal materialized before them. Tristan stepped out, his cold smile piercing through the air. "Oh? I'm looking forward to seeing how you plan to kill me," he said calmly.

Panic set in as both men scrambled to their feet. "Run! Let's get out of here!" they shouted, bolting toward the iron door. But before they could reach it, they collided with an invisible barrier and fell back, as if striking an immovable wall.

"Don't worry," Tristan said, his tone devoid of warmth. "We'll play the same game you enjoyed earlier with the girl. I'm sure you'll love it." His slow, deliberate steps toward them only heightened their terror.

The second man, clutching his severed arm, shouted desperately at Tristan, "Don't get cocky, kid! Take this!" He began chanting, a portal forming on the ground. From it emerged a grotesque creature, a chimera with an orc's body, an ogre's arms, and a human's head.

Tristan's expression remained unimpressed as he muttered, "A chimera, huh?"

The second man let out a maniacal laugh. "Hahaha! Face my greatest creation—"

Before he could finish, the chimera was sliced into countless pieces, its remains scattering across the room. Tristan stood still, his blade already sheathed. "Is this your so-called greatest creation? It couldn't even react to a single strike."

The second man collapsed to the floor in shock, his face pale as he stared at Tristan. The first man, desperate and trembling, grabbed the mace hanging from his belt. With a wild scream, he charged at Tristan. "HAAAAAA!"

He swung the mace overhead, aiming for Tristan's skull. But Tristan easily sidestepped the attack, his movements fluid and precise. With a swift kick to the man's leg, the sickening sound of bone snapping filled the air as the man crumpled to the ground, screaming in agony.

The second man howled in pain, his cries echoing through the room. Unbothered, Tristan retrieved a soiled cloth previously used by the orc from his storage room and shoved it into the first man's mouth. Gripping the man's hair, Tristan dragged him toward the spot where Cheryl had been tortured, then threw him to the ground like discarded trash.

"Alright," Tristan said, his cold eyes gleaming. "Let's begin the game you both love so much."

***

Meanwhile, on Rowen's side.

Rowen froze in disbelief as his gaze swept over the room. Dozens of glass tubes lined the space, each containing grotesque abominations, a fusion of humans and monsters, their unnatural forms suspended in some viscous liquid.

His eyes trembled as though refusing to accept what he was seeing. "These bastards... What kind of monsters are these people?" he muttered, his voice filled with rage and disgust.

Then, faint voices echoed from within the tubes.

"Kill me..."

"Please... end it..."

Rowen clenched his fists, shutting his eyes tightly to suppress his anger. Tristan's earlier words surfaced in his mind: "Once you're inside, you'll understand why I asked you to destroy it."

Opening his eyes, Rowen muttered to himself, "Did Tristan already know about this?" He sighed, his heart heavy. "I'll have to ask him later."

His attention returned to the rows of tubes, their pitiful contents numbering in the dozens. With a determined look, Rowen whispered softly, "May you all find peace in the afterlife."

Rowen gripped his sword tightly, his resolve unwavering. Drawing the blade, he closed his eyes in silent prayer. The sword began to glow with a radiant golden light, illuminating the dim room.

With a sharp cry, "HAAH!" Rowen unleashed a wave of mana from his sword, the golden energy slicing through the tubes and obliterating everything in its path. The air crackled with the raw power of his strike as the twisted creations were reduced to nothing.

Lowering his sword, Rowen exhaled deeply. "Alright. There's one more place like this."

Without looking back, he stepped out of the room and headed toward the rightmost corridor.

***

Back to Thoran's side, sprawled on the floor.

"Hey, you useless fools! Get this damned corpse out of my sight!" Elza barked at her subordinates.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted her.

"Ouch, that last stab really hurt. Definitely the tenth most painful one I've ever felt."

Startled, Elza spun around to see Thoran standing upright, clutching his stomach.

"How are you still alive, you bastard?!" she shouted, equal parts furious and shocked.

Thoran tilted his head slightly, a crazed grin spreading across his face. "Huh? Why would I be dead?"

His grin widened as he added, "Alright then, let's start round two, shall we? Elza, the mad scientist from the Lavindra family."

Elza's eyes narrowed as she hissed, "How do you know who I am?"

Feigning hurt, Thoran replied, "Aw, have you already forgotten me?"

Confusion flickered in Elza's gaze. "Who are you?"

Thoran clutched his chest theatrically, his face twisted in mock despair. "Ouch, my heart! That hurts even more than your stabs." He leaned closer, his expression shifting into a sly smirk. "We used to work together, remember? I was your assistant."

Elza froze, her eyes widening as recognition dawned. "You... It's you! You're the one who stole my years of hard work!" Her voice trembled with anger and frustration.

"Ah, so you do remember," Thoran said, his grin as wicked as ever. "Thanks to your research, I gained extraordinary power."

Raising his axe, he added with a mischievous tone, "Alright, enough reminiscing. Let's get this over with before my boss gets mad at me later."

Without waiting for a response, Thoran charged toward Elza, wildly swinging his axe, destroying everything in his path.

Elza reacted swiftly, summoning shadowy tendrils that erupted from the floor and lashed out at Thoran.

But Thoran's agility and heightened senses allowed him to dodge the attacks with ease. Closing the distance between them in an instant, he raised his axe and swung it directly at Elza's body.