Transmigrating into the Wrong World, Starting with Berserk

Sold for three silver coins, Moge looked at the little brat in front of him, finally certain that he’d gone from one cesspit straight into another.

The good news: He’d become an Undead and didn’t have to worry about losing his humanity.

The bad news: The world was rotten even without anyone losing their humanity.

The good news: Touch a weapon and he could read its combat arts and witness its wielder’s experiences.

The bad news: It made no difference whether the things he faced had combat arts or not.

Thanks for the invite. I transmigrated in full Firelink gear, but somehow ended up in Berserk. Did I get the wrong world?

But it doesn’t matter!

A free spirit cannot be shackled!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Bandits, mercenaries, armies, Apostles: every demon and monster out there, bow before my invincible Spiral Sword!!!

“Guts, look at these three silver coins. Remember that number. One day, you’ll understand why I’m so furious.”

“Griffith, how did you build the Band of the Hawk? How did you get the Egg of the King? And how’s your ass doing?”

“And Zodd, no worries, come on over. Slurp. Let me see what your soul can forge. Will it be a Demon’s Great Axe?”

“Fire Kee, wait! Fire Keeper, why, why are you here!!!”

“What in the world is this place!!!”

Let the flames of civilization burn every demon and monster to ash!

Let humanity be great again!