Transmigrated? My Cheat is a Random Dice?!

Suddenly, the boar let out a monstrous roar.

It wasn't just a sound—it was a scream drenched in fury and agony, one that shook the earth and rattled the trees around them. It sent a pulse of raw energy rippling through the air, thick with hate and primal rage.

CRACK!

The silver light in Desmond's palm shattered.

The "Gravity Plus" effect broke instantly, snuffed out like a candle in the wind.

The boar, once pinned to the earth by the crushing force, was now rising—shaking with rage, its blood-red eyes burning hotter than ever.

It turned its head toward Desmond and roared again, this time louder, angrier. And then—it charged.

"Shit!"

Desmond's heart pounded as he watched the beast move, faster than before, more violently than ever. This wasn't some random beast—it was a full-blown monster. And worse, it had just shrugged off his best attack.

No time to panic.

He had to act.

"OPEN POLARIS PATH! INERTIA MINUS!"

His voice tore through the forest air, laced with desperation and burning adrenaline. Blue light surged from his palm as he thrust his hand forward.

Instantly, the air around the charging boar shimmered.

The creature's movement slowed—like it had slammed into an invisible wall of molasses. Its legs dragged, and its sprint dulled to a crawl, as if the very inertia of its body had been ripped away.

Desmond gritted his teeth and moved.

Now was his chance.

He ducked, rolled to the side, then popped back to his feet, boots skidding on the dirt. He didn't stop.

"I'm just getting started! you bastard!"

He was burning now. Anger, fear, determination—everything inside him screamed to keep fighting.

"SWITCH POLARIS! PLUS!"

The Codex had taught him this—advanced polarity shifting. His hand flashed with a rapid sequence of colors—blue, red, violet. Cycling through Polaris types until finally settling into a soft white glow.

Now, Inertia Plus.

He didn't hesitate. Desmond spun toward a nearby boulder—one as big as the boar entire body. He didn't need to touch it. He just had to direct it.

He stretched out his hand.

Come on. Lift!

The boulder trembled. It scraped against the forest floor. It slowly, painfully rose.

Desmond's vision blurred. His muscles screamed. Every nerve in his body protested. But the rock... it lifted.

And with a primal scream, he hurled it forward.

"ARGHHH!"

WHAM!

The massive boulder smashed into the side of the boar's head, right as the creature's snout was stuck between the broken trunks of fallen trees.

A deafening crack rang out.

The boar staggered back, dazed. But Desmond wasn't finished.

"OPEN POLARIS PATH! CONDUCTION PLUS!"

Red-hot light poured from his hand, rushing into the boulder still pressed against the boar's skull.

The boulder began to glow—then burn. Its surface going from gray to glowing red.

The smell of burning flesh hit Desmond's nose.

The monster screeched in pure agony.

It flailed, trying to dislodge the molten rock—but it was trapped.

Desmond took one last, shaky breath.

He had one card left.

"I'M NOT DONE YET! YOU MONSTER!"

His voice cracked, raw from shouting—but his hand ignited once more.

"OPEN POLARIS PATH! ENERGY COMPRESSION PLUS!"

Golden light surged down his arm and into the rock.

The boulder began to shrink. Smaller, tighter—compressing rapidly, until it was no longer a boulder, but a sphere of immense, concentrated mass.

The pressure rose. The heat climbed.

Then—

BOOM!

Heat and noise crashed into him like a tidal wave of fire.

The boulder exploded.

The force of the blast sent Desmond flying back.

The shockwave tore through the clearing like a divine hammer, uprooting trees, splitting earth, and vaporizing everything near the point of impact.

Desmond hit the ground hard, his small body skidding and rolling, his arms thrown up to shield himself from the fire and light.

When the smoke cleared, when the shaking stopped—

There was silence.

Nothing remained of the monster. No body. No bone. Not even ash.

Only a crater.

Trees were blown apart. The earth cracked. The forest floor had been scarred by something unnatural.

And at the center of it all…

Desmond stood.

Barely.

His chest rose and fell in wild gasps. His leg throbbed with pain, maybe sprained or worse. Blood trickled down the side of his face, mixing with sweat and dirt.

But he was alive.

He was still standing.

He looked down at his trembling hands, his small fingers still humming with aftershocks of unimaginable power.

He did it.

He had killed it.

A six-year-old had just slaughtered a monster with his own hands.

And the power… the power from a mere roll of a four…

Desmond's eyes narrowed.

If a four could do that…

Then what would happen if he rolled a six?

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In the distance, a voice broke through the silence—urgent and panicked.

"DESMOND! DESMOND! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

He blinked, slowly turning toward the sound.

It was his mother, Celestine.

And she wasn't alone. His father, Cassian, was with her. Alongside them stood Sierra and her mother, all of them standing just beyond the forest edge.

They saw him—and froze.

Their eyes widened at the sight before them.

A boy, six years old. Standing at the center of devastation.

Hair a mess, body bruised, dirt and blood on his face.

His leg was twisted, limping slightly.

His eyes, sharp and cold, scanned them.

He didn't cry. He didn't collapse.

He simply stood there.

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A Transmigrator.

Destined to become The White Crow's most lethal hound.

One who shall be known as… Death Dice.

The earth shall tremble at his rise!

(Volume 1 End)