Transmigrated To Another World: General, I'm Not Your White Moonlight - Chapter 134: Xie Yanghui’s Doubt

A prince sent into exile, without the means to fight back.

It’s my 100th life!! This life’s genre is fantasy.By the way, am I a prince?My mother was a maid, and my father is a king. However, I’m just a prince who is born with blood from a lowly class.It’s actually good! Yeah! It’s pretty good to me!There are no followers and no right of succession. I mean, people don’t really care about my existence.‘This is a place where you can live easily, right?’

An unnamed scout, sacrificed on the battlefield of the Southern Border, is miraculously reborn in an alternate universe. Unexpectedly, he becomes a shaman of the Orc Kingdom, even more, a rare Dragon Shaman that appears once in a millennium. What's more, he is cursed with the Blood Sacrifice of the vilest magic pet!What lies behind this curse?A charming beauty of the Fox Tribe, a Mermaid Princess from the Abyss Kingdom, a mysterious Clam Girl from the East, a Swan Warrior maiden, who is the very embodiment of an angel, all these arrive at his side one by one.Mysterious Panda Warriors from the Eastern Panta Clan, powerful Elephant Warriors of the Orephin Clan, the invincible Whale Knights of the Banilou Tribe, from the deep sea, to the formidable warriors of Summer Palace will follow our protagonist on the stage of a grand war, carving their own path to glory.Witness how our protagonist confronts his new identity, challenges the formidable human magic and invincible legions with the heroic Orc war-song. Witness how our protagonist take on the identity of the Double Dragon Shaman to defeat the Dragon Knights, leading the Bimon warriors, whose brilliance is gradually fading, and penning a saga of zero mortality amidst the battle with foreign invaders!

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.