Kata did not know what to think about this situation.
He had never lived in anything resembling this level of destitution.
In fact, he had never lacked anything, but he was now sure that food would become something to be concerned about.
They entered the village and, since he did not know the way, Kata made sure that his mother walked ahead of him.
He walked through the tent village while collecting as much information as he could.
‘The tents are made from some kind of animal leather, and the black color is nothing but soot.’
As he walked, he felt many gazes roaming over his body, and he saw more than a few men looking at his mother as though she were a lamb headed to the slaughter.
Even though these men were not human, Kata easily recognized that they were looking at his mother with lust.
These were gazes he was very used to seeing in men; even he himself had once been like that before he discovered his love for power.
They walked for a few minutes before they reached a tent at the fringes of the village.
It was a small thing that could barely fit a single person, let alone two.
‘Since this is now my life, I should immediately make plans to solve the basics of life before I can try understanding how I got here and how I can go back.
The first thing I need to take care of is the matter of food.
From how my bones are sticking out through my skin, I must be malnourished.
My mother is suffering from the same issue.
Even though her beauty is great, she should look even better after having some food.’
Kata stopped thinking about his reincarnation/transmigration issue.
He had honed his mind over many years to allow him to focus on the most immediate problem, and right now, he needed food, shelter, clothes, and some power to protect himself.
“I must quickly grasp how this society is organized and who holds power,” he said.
His mother only heard unintelligible sounds since Kata did not use this new language he seemed to have mysteriously learned.
He spoke in Mandarin, one of the many languages he had learned over his very long life.
“Get in here.
How dare you make me wait!” a male voice came from within the tent.
Kata was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by this harsh voice.
“Forgive my carelessness.
Kata fell down and almost died; this is why we got back so late,” she said in a voice so humble and weak that Kata instantly noticed the subjugation within.
“Play out here until I come for you,” his mother said in a gentle voice filled with love.
She caressed his face before entering the tent.
Kata got a glimpse of the inside, but before he could truly absorb all he saw, he saw the man slap his mother so hard that she was flung to the floor.
The slap was so powerful that she bounced off the floor before settling down.
The man then moved in and began kicking her stomach and chest as though she were a thief.
All this happened in an instant in which Kata analyzed everything.
Earlier, when he was crossing the river with his mother, Kata had gotten a glimpse of his face and, as he had expected, he was a handsome young man.
He now saw that he shared more than a few features with the man who was now beating his mother.
‘He must be my father.’
He concluded this before jumping into the tent.
His body was weak and he ached all over, but none of this mattered.
He moved faster than any human had any right to, and before he knew it, he was before his father.
‘Since my instincts tell me that this father of mine deserves death, death I shall grant.’
Kata had never been righteous, but he had killed many people who could be considered evil.
In his eyes, men who beat up their wives to feel powerful and superior were not deserving of life.
He had not gotten to speak to this father of his even once, and he was now ready to kill him.
Kata instantly judged that he was not strong enough to beat the man to death, so he picked up the small candlestick that was by the side and swung it at the man’s head.
All it took was this one swing to open up the man’s skull, pushing him towards the eager embrace of death.
The man fell to the floor as purple blood rushed out of the gash on his head.
If this man were a human, he would have been dead in minutes, but he was Wena.
The Wena had very powerful healing abilities that further separated them from the humans of this world.
When Kata saw the wound begin closing rapidly and the man who was supposed to be his father try to get up as fast as he could, Kata pushed the many questions he had to the back of his mind and decided to deliver death before thinking of anything else.
His mother was frozen in fear.
She did not move even a single finger as Kata raised the candlestick and brought it down onto his father’s head more than once.
The sound of his father’s skull cracking apart and the brain matter and purple blood that soon covered his face brought back many memories that made Kata believe that perhaps this world would not be so bad.
His father’s wounds kept on closing, and Kata kept swinging with everything he had.
His current body was far weaker than his former self, but it got the job done.
“Stop, stop!
You bastard!” the man cried out as best he could.
He had never begged anything from his fellow Wena, let alone mercy, and for him to now beg his son for life was more than humiliating.
The pain he was feeling was far from enough to get him to accept that, in this moment, he was no longer in power.
His family had been turned upside down, and the little boy he had used as a punching bag since he was only months old was now about to kill him.
Even then, he could not get himself to properly ask for mercy.
Kata did not pay any mind to the words of someone soon to be in the embrace of death.
The tiny tent was covered in blood, and the screams that spread out to fill the camp attracted more than a few people who wanted to feel better about their lives by witnessing the misery of others.
“Why don’t you just die?” Kata said as he shoved the candlestick into his father’s mouth.
The metallic object came out through the man’s neck.
His flesh knitted itself around the wound, creating a scene that had Kata wondering about who exactly the Wena were.
Kata stood over his dying father, and the two men looked into each other’s cold eyes.
One was on the verge of death, and the other was only beginning his path towards life.
They both had the same coldness, with Kata’s eyes being even darker and more merciless.
“Curse you, bastard,” the man said as he moved to close his eyes for the last time.
“Only fools curse their enemies instead of taking control of their environment.
Now that I am here, I will no longer live such a pathetic life.” Kata did not allow the man to die in peace; he raised his leg and brought it down onto his father.
The candlestick was struck at just the right angle to tear the man’s face off, along with his jaws and most of his skull.
The screams suddenly stopped, and everyone outside the tent knew that someone was dead.
Purple blood flowed out of the tent and formed a small pool outside.
The Wena who had gathered had come knowing that someone was having a bad day, but they never expected someone to actually die.
A few minutes later, Kata walked out of the tent.
He was only a small boy, and when he came out dragging a grown man’s corpse out of the tent, the entire camp went silent.
Over one hundred people had gathered, and they were now all questioning this decision.
Some wanted to run away as fast as possible the moment they saw what was left of the corpse’s face.
Kata heaved and grunted as he dragged the corpse.
He suddenly stopped and stood up with his small chest puffed out.
He looked into the eyes of a thin man next to him.
The thin man trembled, his legs almost giving out completely.
“Help me with this,” Kata said.
It was as though he was requesting help sweeping the compound.
The thin man did not come back to his senses until a few minutes later when he found himself helping Kata bury his father in a shallow grave.
After burying his useless father, Kata returned to the tent that had formerly belonged to the man.
His mother was still in shock, standing in the same spot he had left her.
Kata helped her sit on the floor before he began cleaning up the place.
It took him the entire night to clear away the brain matter and the blood, but when he was done, the place was as good as new.
One would never think that a son had just killed his father in this place.
Kata never did anything halfway, and even simple things such as cleaning up the corpses of his enemies were done to perfection.
By the time the sun came out, Kata was more than exhausted.
He collapsed to the floor and fell asleep.
His mother had already gone to sleep, and this was not surprising since the Wena were nocturnal.
They hated the sun, and the sun hated them; in fact, the sun burned their skin after just a few minutes.
Their eyes were also built for the night and did not function as well during the day.
This was Kata’s first day in this world, and he had already taken over his home, gaining a level of power.
This was a good thing as far as Kata could tell.
His father’s death was more than worth it.