Hellhound (1)

The years of bloodshed had finally ended

The war between the humans and the demons that lasted for decades left a terrifying record in the history books as the ‘Age of Destruction’.

And the day when the victory of the humans has been written down in the books.

A neck was hung at the front gate of the Baskevilles, famous for their iron-blooded swordsmen.

Vikir. ‘Vikir Van Baskeville’.

The illegitimate son of Hugo Le Baskeville, the head of the Baskeville family.

The shadow that has been covered with countless blood on the back of the family.

It was the hound of the Baskevilles.

Vikir struggled

He had always struggled.

A bastard. Son of a Concubine.

So ‘Van’ middle name.

He was not born with a surname such as ‘Le’ or ‘Re’, which his half-siblings in the main family received, and because of that, he had to work hundreds of times more than others.

But in the end it was all for nothing.

Spying, assassination, kidnapping, blackmail, smuggling… … For the sake of his family, he crossed over 500 dangerous missions but in the end, they forsook him.

The moment when he is accused of being a spy for the demons and executed along with an unfair false charge.

He gritted his teeth.

He wanted to live

Aye- Aye- Aye-

A baby’s cry echoed throughout the large room.

The iron-blooded swordsman, the Baskeville family, had dozens of layers of slopes.

The head of the house, the Marquis Hugo Baskeville, raised a nonchalant eye and scanned the children born this year.

“There aren’t any guys that look useful.”

It was quite harsh for a father’s first evaluation of children born this year.

… … at that time.

Hugo, passing through the cribs in the nursery, stopped at one point.

Vikir. Vikir van Baskeville.

Originally, an illegitimate child who did not even deserve to be here.

Unlike the other siblings who are almost 6 to 8 months old, a being who has just entered this room after having just completed 100 days.

The baby wasn’t crying.

He just lay still with his eyes closed, as if he were dead.

“… … .”

Hugo looked at Vikir and relaxed his complexion a little.

It’s not that he was happy that Vikir’s qualities seem superior to those of his other offspring.

However, it was from the thought that if it was a place where only garbage was lined up anyway, it would be better to have garbage that was a little less noisy.

Eventually, Hugo spoke to dozens of nannies in the city behind him.

“Move the children to the ‘Cradle of the swords’.”

The children of the Baskevilles are put to the test from the moment they are born.

from cradle to the grave.

The first of these tests began right away.

… … What is the cradle of swords?

It is a unique rite of passage for the Baskevilles.

Countless knives are planted like a maze on a round hill and a baby is dropped in the middle.

The baby is trapped in the maze created by the blade and wandered through it.

Even if it moves, he get cut by the blades all over his body.

In this environment, babies have to crawl on the floor and through a labyrinth of needles.

It is only when you immerse yourself in the river ‘Styx’ outside of the labyrinth that you become a Baskeville in its true sense.

‘The Styx water is only effective for children under one year of age. If you soak your body in this river, your whole body becomes as hard as steel.’

Of course, the power of this river is not infinite.

If one baby sucks up most of her power, the other sucks in relatively less since the power remaining is lesser.

It’s like her mother’s lifeline.

The children of the Baskevilles were now thrown into the cradle of the sword.

Who is the first to get out of this labyrinth and jump into the river first? That will determine the future of these children.

Thirty-two children born this year, including all of the family’s rightful sons, bastards, and cousins, compete with each other in the middle of the cradle of swords.

The blades, densely packed with tracks for the children to the go through and become the sharpest of thorns.

Aye- Aye- Aye-

A baby who cried looking for a babysitter, while another was already crawling, he was bleeding from being cut by the blades, and another one who sat down and sucking his finger as he had no intention of escaping yet… … Babies are usually like that.

In fact, since these babies are less than a year old, it is a natural result.

however.

“Useless.”

Hugo Baskeville’s assessment was terribly cold.

A small, fragile creature. A creature that cannot survive without the help of others.

There was contempt in Hugo’s gaze at the human body.

Even if it is your own child, there is no exception.

Being one of the seven best swordsmen on the continent, he was famous for being an iron man from birth.

“Only like this can we fight the demons. The strong will survive and leave the weak behind”

Hugo stood high and looked at the waters of the Styx, which flowed around the cradle of the sword, and lamented.

The secret river, which flows only in the Holy Land of the Baskeville family, has the effect of increasing mana, purifying one’s aura, and making one’s body as tough and hard as steel just by soaking one’s body.

If it hadn’t been for something that only worked for children under the age of 1, Hugo would have soaked himself right away.

When Hugo is looking at the river with a sad expression.

“… … hey, over there!”

“Ah, how can it be!”

“Nonsense!”

Arguments erupted from everywhere.

What was there to be astonished at by the family’s guardian knights, who were not shaken by anything?

Hugo raised his head with a puzzled expression.

and that moment.

“… … !”

His eyes, which had been filled with bitter boredom, contempt, impatience, and disappointment, lit up.

The cradle of the sword.

For through this thick forest of blades a child was heading straight for the River Styx.

Jjoeok- Jjeook- Fit-

The child’s body is already covered in blood.

Surprisingly, the child was going straight through the cradle of needles, which were spiraled like a snail’s shell.

Instead of going round and round on a relatively safe road, he directly squeezes into the small gap between the blades.

There was a knife mark on his white, soft cheek.

His soft waist and forearms were cut and torn all over.

His knees were all bruised and the soft palms were already bloody.

A child crawling forward, making a bloody path by squeezing between the countless needles.

Everyone in the family was overwhelmed by the spirit of this child who was less than 100 days old.

It was the same with Hugo Les Baskeville, the head of Baskeville, the iron-blooded swordsman.

Before long, the child was completely out of the maze.

His siblings were still trapped in the center of the cradle of the sword and could not get out.

… with a plop!

Soon the child came out of the cradle, he threw himself into the River Styx.

The river water started turning red.

Hugo moved forward in an unusual way, clutching the railing with both hands.

Seeing the cracks in the marble railing, the attendants widened their eyes.

It was because it was the first time I had seen him, who usually showed an emotionless attitude in everything, be so agitated.

“What happened to him?”

Hugo raised his voice.

The child who fell into the River Styx still did not come up.

Before long, several of the family’s guardian knights approached the River Styx and peered into it.

and. The knights were frightened at once.

“Sir, he is drinking the river water!”

It was an answer that would make Hugo’s mouth turn into a grin.

‘Where is this place?’

Vikir checked his body.

There was no mana and it was extremely weak

There is not even a handful of auras that he had built up across his countless battles

‘Did I fall into hell?’

But it is not.

This place… … It’s too barren to even call it hell.

A place where even hell would look more hospitable. Because that is the Baskeville family.

‘ There is no way that I do not know the atmosphere of the place where I have lived as a hunting dog for the past 30 years. ‘

The smell of blood, of pus, of all that was filthy and dead.

Vikir van Baskeville had a hunch. That he had returned to the time when he had just been born.

‘What should I do now?’

A body that has just lived for about 100 days. There’s not much you can do.

Just turning over and signaling the shared nursery nanny to breastfeed?

Right then.

“There aren’t any guys that look useful.”

A familiar voice was heard.

Hugo Les Baskevilles, patriarch of the Baskevilles, was seen standing in the center of the nursery.

The moment he heard his voice, Vikir almost got up and bowed, as was his habit in life.

Fortunately, it was impossible because of the body of a newborn baby.

Pudeuk-

Seeing the main culprit who had executed him , he gritted his teeth.

However, because the body had not yet grown teeth, there was no sound.

‘Let’s calm down.’

In the past, in order to become a member of the Baskeville family, to be recognized by his father, and to get rid of the pretense of being an illegitimate child, the days of shame and shame he struggled with.

Inferior blood, the tag did not leave him no matter what he did.

I would live differently in this life. If the rabbit disappears, it will not live a life like a hound being boiled.

Right then.

There was an opportunity that made Vikir’s determination even stronger.

“Move the children to the ‘cradle of the sword’.”

I heard Hugo’s words.

As she left in the hands of her nanny, Vikir’s mind was racing.

‘Is it the first rite of passage?’

The Cradle of Swords is a journey to the River Styx, which took place around a small hill.

The moment they moved through the maze made of swords and dive into the River Styx, the children of the Baskeville family are reborn as warriors.

Of course, the blessing of the River Styx did not give strength equally.

The weak die and the strong survive.

The strong get more than the weak.

The children of the Baskevilles must get out of the cradle of swords as quickly as possible and dive into the River Styx.

You need to soak in the river as quickly as possible and for as long as possible to gain an advantage over your brothers.

So Vikir moved as soon as he was thrown into the center of the cradle of swords.

… Bck!

He moved the blade with two soft hands.

It is said that children from some prestigious families take things that help them in the future, but children from the Baskeville family have to grab the blades that threaten their future from the first birthday.

Spit- Pot- Jjik- Jjik-

The blade cut through his skin.

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Every time he squeezed between the blades with force, a burning pain rushed through his whole body.

But it didn’t matter.

This level of pain is something he had become accustomed to after living as a hunting dog for the past few decades.

‘Moreover, the deeper the wound, the better, so that the water of the Styx can permeate the body better.’

Vikir knew all the secrets, legends, myths, and ghost stories of the Baskevilles.

That’s why he knows how to make the most of the River Styx.

Eonggeum… Eonggeum… Eonggeum…

The child’s soft body is led to hell by the hound’s hardened soul.

The blood flowing from his body and going down the ramp indicated the straight route and the shortest distance to go forward.

Vikir continued to crawl in the direction as he continued to bleed.

And soon, he reached the holy ground of the Baskevilles.

River Styx flowing through the swamp.

When you soak in this place, your body becomes as hard as steel and your soul becomes extremely strong.

Vikir threw himself into the river in his fetal position.

… with a plop!

heavy. It was as painful as if I had been submerged in boiling molten iron.

Water hot enough to steam up. Having fallen here with countless stabs all over her body, there was no doubt that it would not be painful.

But Vikir endured the pain of being boiled. And he waited

The waters of the Styx permeated through the cuts, torn, and bursting wounds.

yet.

Tsutsutsutsutsu… …

The body began to change.

The water of Styx, which permeated through the wounds and penetrated into the bones and intestines, was transforming Vikir’s body from one to ten.

‘It’s definitely different.’

Vikir was amazed that his good start could make such a dramatic difference.

The body of the previous life was tough and seasoned, but it was still small and thin compared to the others.

Since the bones themselves were weak, there were limits to attaching muscles, and since the mana paths were narrow, there were clear restrictions on raising the aura.

But his brothers were different. Tall, thick bones, and a wide mana veins.

It is different in talent, quality, and starting line.

In his previous life, Vikir almost came out of the Tower of Swords in last place.

So he couldn’t properly enjoy the effect of the river Styx.

Because all of his brothers had already absorbed that power.

Since then, due to his background as an illegitimate child and poor talent, he has been given only the last rank every time.

When others ate healthy food, wore the best stuff, slept in comfortable beds.

He ate dirty scarps, wore shitty clothes, slept in dirty places.

The achievements obtained by him were taken by his brothers.

It was the same in the war with the demons.

No matter how many demons and demons he killed, the achievements always belonged to his father or half brothers.

There was little to no reward.

It was not only the demons that had to be killed, but also his father’s political enemies and humans.

He had to spy, assassinate, espionage, ambush, and intimidate the entire seven families, and in doing so, he raised Baskeville to the top of the seven families.

… … But what was the result?

Execution

When the rabbit disappears and the hunt is over, there is no need for a hunting dog.

Accused of conspiring with the demons, Vikir was executed while bearing all the dirty sins of Hugo.

His sin was only one.

‘Knowing too much’.

sigh-

Vikir gnashed his teeth.

The teeth that started to grow in the mouth collided fiercely before he knew it.

The water of the Styx rushed in following the fury that reached the marrow within the bones, and soon changed the bones thicker, the flesh tougher, and the mana barrel wider.

Of course, the burning pain continued to creep in, but it didn’t matter.

Vikir even started drinking water.

He was thinking of strengthening the internal organs as well.

He was thinking of an old legend passed down in the Baskevilles.

‘A long time ago, there was an invincible warrior in Baskeville, right?’

The strongest swordsman who did not even get a single scratch on his skin, let alone a bone, even when hit by an axe.

But his end was truly absurd.

A poisoned arrow shot by a rival from another clan struck him in the heel, and he died from the aftereffects.

It was because, when he was a baby, his nurse grabbed him by the ankles and dipped him upside down into the Styx, leaving a relatively weak spot where the water didn’t reach because of the nurse’s palms.

‘It shouldn’t have that kind of part.’

Vikir did his best to stir himself in the river.

He twisted his body as best he can, leaving no part untouched by the water.

In the meantime, the wound opened and opened, but it was even better.

Because the water can permeate well into the body.

bubbling bubbling… …

The blood drained out and his body started turning numb..

he was out of breath and wanted to get to the surface as quickly as possible.

But it can’t be.

The River Styx never accepts a child once it has left its arms.

If only the head was exposed to breathe, only the head would no longer be protected.

So Vikir desperately held on to the stone in the river.

He continued to stir his arm so that the river water could touch the palm holding the stone.

at that time.

I hear faint voices in my ears.

“young master! You must come out!”

“If you stay submerged any longer, you will die!”

“oh my god! he might die like this!”

“Get it! we have to pick him up!”

It looks like there was an uproar from above. Well, that’s bound to be the case.

Excessive greed becomes poison. It’s good to strengthen the body, but shouldn’t it be suffocating and dying?

even.

“Son. Come up now.”

The voice of Hugo Le Baskeville is also heard.

But that voice only fuels Vikir’s rage.

Soowook-

Vikir stood up.

But he just didn’t get up.

gulp- gulp- gulp- gulp-

Drink the water of the River Styx in your mouth. to the very end.

and.

“Puha-”

As soon as you come up, breathe in the air to your heart’s content.

Vikir opened his mouth wide to breathe.

Seeing him, Hugo Les Baskevilles smiles brightly, which is rare.

“Hahaha, look at this guy? Didn’t your teeth grow back then!”

Hounds boiled in boiling water exposed fangs.

Baby Vikir.

He was lying in the darkness of the shared nursery.

There is not much you can do with the body of a child who can’t even control his body.

He just sucks on his nanny’s milk and thinks over each situation before returning.

8 years old.

He felt mana for the first time. In the world, he was a talent worthy of being called a genius, but within the Baskevilles, he was just mediocre.

15 years old.

He has accumulated 1 circle level mana. His sword was able to light up an aura, albeit faintly.

20 years old.

He started putting himself into action in earnest. He mainly took on missions such as assassination, spying, and subjugation of barbarians.

25 years old.

Is it because the ship lived more fiercely than others? Descendants of the Baskevilles had mastered swordsmanship at a level they hadn’t reached even in their thirties.

29 years old.

The limits to which an illegitimate child were clear. The direct descendants, who had lagged behind for a while, began to run ahead of him as soon as they gained practical experience, and soon disappeared so far forward that he couldn’t even see them.

30 years old.

The gates to the Pandemonium were opened and countless demons began to invade.

35 years old.

He endured the era of destruction, accumulated a lot of practical experience, and killed more monsters than anyone else.

39 years old.

He won the war for the Empire. It was a valuable victory for the humans.

40 years old.

A hunting dog that had been loyal throughout its life. But the Baskevilles did not reciprocate that loyalty. What came back was the slander and false accusation of colluding with the demons. And then it was the guillotine.

aww-

Hatred for Hugo Baskeville crept in.

When Vikir gnashed his teeth, as the nanny was startled and pulled him away from herself.

“Ah, the young master goes through this sometimes.”

She put Vikir in the cradle and got up.

Now that her shift is over, it’s time to switch to another nanny.

but.

Swoop-

The nanny, who should have gone through the door as usual, looked around her and then went to the bed across from her.

“Come on, young men. eat up.”

The nurse started breastfeeding some of the children she had nursed earlier.

The children of the Baskevilles are raised together in one room.

It is to raise all children equally.

But what mother would treat her own child and her half-brother the same?

Some mothers memorized the characteristics of their children well and would tell the nanny and ask for a longer breastfeeding sessions.

Of course, for Vikir who did not know who his mother was, so he had no choice but to set aside all expectations.

At least until you can get food and eat it with your own hands, you will have to grow up to be able to do anything quickly.

… Right then.

A something unexpected happened.

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The nanny, who looked around her, approached Vikir’s cradle again.

“Ugh. why would Madam want to bring this to Master Vikir’s cradle?”

Lady? There are few people in this family who were called ‘Lady’.

And there is even less reason for someone like that to ask for something to be brought to him.

The nurse took out a rather large box from her bosom, and she herself did not seem to know what was in it.

Dalgrak-

The nanny tilted her head a few times as she placed the box in Vikir’s cradle.

the she stormed out of her nursery with her galloping stride.

“… … .”

Vikir stared at the box next to him.

Did he have any memories like this before he regressed? There was nothing.

He lifted his head with difficulty and looked out of the cradle.

Vikir’s Cradle, quite far from the other cradles.

Something doesn’t feel right

And his instincts were right.

Creepy – Creepy –

Before long, the box was squeezed and something poked out its head.

A gift for a newborn child.

snakes.

Two black, triangular-headed snakes were exposing their thick bodies out of the box.

Bloody Mamba.

A venomous snake is also called Chilbosa because if bitten, one dies before taking seven steps.

It is a rare species that is rarely found in the world.

Vikir half-opened his mouth in amazement.

Who released this snake here?

Apparently, the nanny also left without knowing what she had unlocked.

Vikir, who was bewildered for a moment, soon grasped the situation.

‘Come to think of it, there were often cases of babies dying mysteriously in the nursery.’

There were many cases in which children who had outstanding abilities died prematurely.

In the meantime, it was a different world from him, and he thought it was just an accidental death, an assassination from an enemy, or just bad luck.

But looking at it now, the situation is not very good.

The black hand aiming for the nursery must have been reaching out from within the family.

shhh-

Two bloody mambas are coming towards him.

their red mouth, gleaming fangs, seemed already covered in blood.

In the event of an emergency, all the children in this nursery could be exterminated by them.

If that happens, there will be a catastrophe unprecedented in the history of the Baskevilles.

‘… … Well, that’s not too bad either.’

There is no attachment to the family at all.

However, if revenge come at the cost of self harm then it is useless.

Vikir stretched out his hand.

After going through the era of destruction, he had beaten and killed countless monsters.

He had dealt with reptilian monsters, especially those in the form of snakes, many times, and of course he was well aware of their weaknesses.

He could kill them with the body of a newborn child.

… Kwak Kwak!

Vikir stretched out his two hands and grabbed a poisonous snake each.

The place he caught was right around the nape of their neck. A place where it could not reach.

Rather, the snakes that have been preemptively attacked began to struggle.

They tried to stab Vikir with sharp scales, but body body was already hardened by the protection of the River Styx, so it was impossible.

‘I don’t know about it’s teeth, but the scales won’t hurt me.’

At the same time. Vikir operated his mana.

His body, which had been empty since he was born, was filled with mana.

It was the result of drinking the water of the River Styx to its limit.

… Pod!

His fists began to emit a twinkle of light.

It is a state that the babies in the nursery gathered here will be able to reach in the next 8 years.

That’s what Vikir did when he was less than eight months old.

Tsutsutsutsutsu… …

The bodies of the two venomous snakes stiffened.

It was when a weaker creature faced a predator.

The two venomous snakes froze with their scales stiff, as if they felt unprecedented fear from the child in front of them.

Before long, Vikir’s mana-infused hands ferociously twisted the necks of the two venomous snakes.

… Wood deok!

The hide and the flesh beneath it are intact, but the bones supporting them broke.

The two venomous snakes each opened their mouths.

The pressure caused her two eyeballs to protrude and her tongue to stick out.

The two venomous snakes, whose necks were broken, shuddered at that moment and died.

Deadly venom dripped from the tips of the exposed fangs.

next day.

All the guardian knights in the family gathered in the common childcare room at the screams of the nanny who came to work first.

Vikir, smiling brightly, held two venomous snakes with broken necks in his hands.

The Guardian Knights who saw that it was the bloody mamba, the notorious venom of the ‘Le Rogue’ Mountains, were literally surprised to the point that they didn’t belive their eyes.

Even though it was a dead snake, it was still a great disaster that such a monster was found in a nursery.

Within a few minutes, this was transmitted to Hugo, who was in the main castle, and he ran straight to the Fang castle.

Afterwards, all the nannies who worked the night shift were tortured and executed, and a really strict guard was set up in the nursery.

The culprit who released the poisonous snake was never found.

but only one person.

“… … .”

A young hound dog, silently, saw through it all.

A legendary child who, since he was born, crossed the cradle of swords in the shortest time, dived in the River Styx for the longest time, and strangled two poisonous snakes in the cradle.

Vikir Van Baskeville.

He just waited quietly, lying in the cradle.

For the moment to repay his debt, the time for revenge.

… … .

And eight years have passed since then.