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“Alright. I think I’m ready,” said Leyton with a smile. “Want water, Skye?” “Yes,” said his wife, Skye, with a smile and accepted the water bottle he offered her. He had summoned the water bottle, to be exact a Mineral Water Bottle, from another world like he had done with the Tanks and the Helicopters. Both the angels, Veva and Lexi, were amazed by how clean and pure the water tasted and that it was mildly cold to the touch. “Do you use ice magic to freeze the water to keep it cool, sir?” Veva asked out of curiosity. “Yeah. We got these freezers back in our world that lets us store things for long periods of time.” “Although, doctors don’t advise keep food in freezers for too long since it might go bad,” added his wife wryly, drinking her fill from the water bottle and closing its top tightly. “So then, are we going to go to war?” “Hell yes!” Her husband replied excitedly. “Time to pay the enemy a visit and greet them personally.” “More like ‘I want to destroy them for hurting my wife’ right?” Skye asked, and he smiled at her. As he chuckled, Veva came forward and asked, “Sir, don’t you require armour or something to protect your bodies?” “We might need some, are there armour shops anywhere nearby?” “No, sir. They are a long distance away. I just thought you might summon armours from your world.” “Armour from my world?” He asked and chuckled. Then he shook his head and replied, “No. I doubt we have armour that could protect us in this world filled with magic and magical creatures and all.” “Yes, and I don’t think even bulletproof vests could be of much use here,” suggested Skye, and he nodded at her in agreement. When Veva and Lexi became concerned, he reassured them by saying, “It’ll be fine! We’ll be in this car, which is already powerful enough to protect us from literally everything. So, it’s fine. Rather, what about you? Do you have armour of some kind?” “We are already wearing them, sir,” replied Lexi, indicating her clothes. The couple blinked twice at them in surprise and asked, “That’s… armour?” Veva giggled and explained, “These are clothes woven with magic to act as armours to defend us against sustainable attacks.” Skye looked at her in awe while Leyton nodded in understanding as he remarked, “That’s convenient. Anyway, miss angels—!” “Please call us by our names, sir,” said Lexi with a smile. “Um… Is that okay?” He asked hesitantly. The reason for his hesitation was because he did not know the rules and the customs followed in that world. As such, unwilling to bring anything silly or stupid on himself and his wife, he chose to be as formal as he could with them without slipping up. “Alright. Um. Veva and Lexi, could you please lead the way to the enemy’s base?” He requested them politely. “Sure, sir,” the two of them replied happily. “Should we fly in front while you follow us?” “That’s a good idea,” he agreed with a nod of his head. And so, preparations were made, and the two angels flapped their wings and soared off into the sky. Leyton got into the driver’s side of the car, but his wife stood outside the door with a request to make. “Leyley, please let me drive,” she requested with glittering eyes full of hope. “Huh?” He asked back, becoming startled by her sudden request. “No way, Skye. It’s too risky.” “Hmph! You always do this!” She said, suddenly becoming cross with him and turning away to sulk. Realising he had upset his wife, Leyton quickly got out of the car and said, “It’s not that, Skye. This car is super-fast, and you’ve never had any training in driving this kind of car.” “Excuses, excuses!” She said repeatedly in an annoyed voice. “You said the same thing about my driving ability when I just use one hand to steer the wheel.” “I said so because it is dangerous!” He said fiercely. “Normally, you’d have your left hand ready to change gears on a manual car, but our car back at home is automatic. So, there’s no need for you to put your left hand on your lap just because there was no use for it.” “Hmph!” She said firmly without looking at him. Leyton looked at his wife and thought, “Damn that driving instructor for teaching her to use one hand driving! If he wasn’t dead already, I would’ve taught him a thing or two for not training her properly!” He thought of a way to make his wife feel better when he suddenly got an idea and suggested, “Say, when this is over, why don’t we head into the nearest city and look for clothes and accessories for you to buy?” “Really?” She asked, turning around and looking at him with amazement on her face. “It’s a promise then?” “Have I ever broken my promise before?” He asked her with a smile. “Oh. Plenty of times, enough to create long list,” she remarked, narrowing her eyes. “T-That was in the past! It’s all in the past!” He said quickly, trying to convince her. She looked at him with a beady stare for a few seconds before asking him, “You won’t break your promise this time?” “I won’t! I swear, I won’t!” He insisted, and he placed a hand on her head to convince her. For a moment, she was surprised by his action, but she smiled and appeared to be convinced. “Okay then! I wonder what kind of dresses I would find in the city,” she said, speaking more to herself than to him, but he smiled at seeing her becoming full of energy once again. He got back into the driver’s side while she walked around the car and got into the passenger’s side. After putting on their seat belts, Leyton activated the car using his voice command and it roared into life. A moment later, he switched on the AC in the car and then commanded the military vehicles to follow after him. “Alright. Tanks and Helicopters, I command you to follow me!” He shifting the car into gear and drove off to follow after the angels, whom he could see from the windshield. As he moved forward, the tanks came to life and began following after him while the helicopters soared into the air and followed after them. They travelled for several minutes in near silence, except for the sound of the car and the military vehicles making their sound from behind them. A while later, they saw the angels descend slowly until they landed gently on the ground. Leyton looked to the front and could see a strange fortress of some kind situated in his path. He brought the car to a stop next to them and brought the window down to ask Veva, “Is that it?” She shook her head and replied, “No, sir. That is a checkpoint barring us access to the main base.” “Checkpoint?” He asked, looking disappointed. “Let’s just destroy them and get going.” “No, Leyley. Not so rashly,” said his wife from beside him. She looked at Veva and asked, “Miss Veva, can you please request them to not interfere, or leave the vicinity?” “You’re being awfully nice to the enemy, Skye,” he remarked at his wife’s soft-spoken words. “Are you, by any chance, not willing to take their lives?” “No. It’s not that,” she said and shook her head. “I just want to give them a fair chance to escape while they can. If they still refuse, then it’s on their own heads for not heeding our warning.” He looked at her in amazement and laughed heartily at how thorough his wife was. Then they sat back and watched as Veva gave the checkpoint a warning by amplifying her voice so that they could hear her loud and clear. Then they waited for several seconds to see what happened afterwards. “Sir, they are mobilising their forces to fight us,” Lexi reported to him while Veva kept an eye on them. “I see,” he said and turned to look at his wife. She shrugged and stated, “I gave them a chance, and they wasted it. Do what you must.” He nodded and said, “Alright. Tanks, fire at the checkpoint over there!” At his command, the tanks raised their turrets to a certain angel all on their own and fired off a round. The missiles soared through the air at high speed, splitting the wind in their path, and rained down on the checkpoint. In an instant, explosions of great might occurred as fifty missiles from fifty tanks decimated the checkpoint and turned it into a scorched wasteland. “Wow. That’s quite the sight,” commented Leyton in amazement. His wife did not say anything, and he turned to see an uncomfortable expression on her face. Thinking she was feeling sad about all the lives lost in that attack, he wrapped an arm around her in a consoling manner. “In the end, she’s just a softie,” he thought about his wife with a smile. “It’s okay. We didn’t do anything bad,” he reassured her while squeezing her shoulders a little. She nodded and said, “Yes. I know. We can’t be nice all the time when the other person won’t listen.” He nodded in agreement and turned to Lexi before saying, “Let’s get going.” “Yes, sir,” the two angels replied. They soared into the air again and flew ahead of the main party, where Leyton followed after them in his car and the rear was brought up by his army of tanks and helicopters as they headed towards their destination.   ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “I’m liking Skye more and more as the story progresses,” commented the boy with a smile. “I like her sense of wanting to be fair with her enemies despite the injures they gave her.” “Yes,” agreed the older man with a similar smile. “Her humanity is pretty strong. Well, she was a village girl before she married Leyton and slowly became accustomed to a larger world.” “Yeah, but it’s good to see someone with a strong moral belief like her,” said the boy with a small smile. “The angels wouldn’t count since we don’t know much about them, but as far as Leyton goes, he just seems cold and ruthless.” “His wife got hurt in their earlier attack,” the older man said in a reasonable voice, “and though that didn’t do much harm to her, it still angered him very much. I think any loving husband would be greatly angered to the point of killing the opposing person for bringing harm to his wife or his family. Don’t you agree?” “Mmm. Yes. I suppose so,” the boy said finally in a reluctant agreement. “Anyway, the story has just started. Keep reading, and we’ll see how strong Leyton’s morale is as well. Maybe then, you’ll change your opinion that he’s not just a cold and ruthless person,” the man said with a knowing smile. The boy looked suspiciously at him and asked, “Something happens, doesn’t it? Don’t tell me he has some kind of tragic back story that makes him be like this?” The older man’s eyes widened in amazement before he burst into a hilarious laughter. “What? What’s so funny?” The boy asked, looking troubled. “No. I just found your question to be extremely funny,” the older man with a chuckle. Then he sighed and said, “That was satisfying. Anyway, you’ll never find out by simply asking me about it. Turn to the next chapter and keep going,” and he finished by winking at him.

There was a moment of silence as expectations were high of seeing that something might happen. The one with the most expectations was Leyton, who was eying towards the enemy base with excitement. As the seconds ticked by and nothing seemed to have changed, the angels and his wife began to wonder what was supposed to happen. “Um…? Leyley?” Skye asked curiously. “What was that?” “It’s a cheat code that I often use in games to auto win,” he stated simply. “Oh. Auto win? But… nothing seems to be happening?” She asked while glancing around uncertainly. “Give it a few more seconds. Perhaps the enemy’s so powerful that it’s taking time to load,” he replied excitedly. “Time to load?” She asked, looking quizzical. “Leyley, this isn’t a game. You just said that reality and games are completely different just now.” “I did, but judging from what I’ve been able to do till now, I believe it could work out.” “I… guess but… don’t you think you’re missing something?” “Missing something? Like what?” “Like the fact that what you summoned till now were existing objects, or already existing objects. Whereas, this… cheat code you used was a made-up term… in games. So, I wonder how a made-up phrase could apply into our reality.” At her words, Leyton blinked in surprise and turned to look at her with a blank look on his face. He had not realised until she pointed out the fact that the cheat code that he used was a custom-made phrase specifically for games, otherwise it has no significance in the real world except for making jokes out of it. Which meant that nothing will happen even if he waited for an hour or an entire day. “Ah!” Said Lexi, focusing her eyesight on the enemy base in the distant. “Sir, they’re mobilising their forces! Demons and dragons are heading this way!” “Sir, we must attack them before they reach us!” Veva suggested in a serious voice. “Uh…! Yeah! Right!” Leyton replied, a little distracted as he thought, “Damn! Not only did my plan failed, I also embarrassed myself in front of Skye and them by doing something so stupid! Curses!” Lamenting on the time he wasted on the cheat code, he immediately ordered his tanks with, “Tanks, launch missiles at that base!” As per his instructions, the tanks roaring engines geared up to the brim, causing quite a lot of noise. A moment later, the tanks raised their tanks at the certain angle before firing their missiles at incredible speed. The sound and the shock wave that erupted from the launch had caused the group to get buffeted strongly. “What a noise!” Skye exclaimed, startled by the shock waves that buffeted them. Clapping her hands together, she said, “Barricade!” In an instant, a solid wall of stone rose out of the ground around them and reached a height to their waist. This caused Skye to blink and look in confusion at what she had conjured. “Huh? What’s with this wall?” “Barricade is a wall, Skye. Didn’t you know?” Her husband asked her in return. “Oh. I didn’t mean to do this,” she said uncertainly. “What did you want to do?” She turned to him and explained, “I just wanted to stop the wind hitting us and the loud noise hurting our ears.” “Oh!” He said as he understood the misunderstanding of his wife and let out a light chuckle. “I think you meant to cast a barrier, madam,” said Veva, and Skye turned to look at her in surprise. “A barrier?” “Yes. It’s what we conjure to protect ourselves from physical attacks and so on,” explained Veva. “In your case, casting a barrier with your intentions would stop the wind from hitting us and reduce the noise from those… beasts.” “Military Tanks,” corrected Leyton from his wife’s side. “If that’s too hard to remember, then just call them Tanks.” “R-Right. My apologies,” said Veva weakly. In the meantime, Skye was digesting the latest information she had been given and felt a slight blush come over her face. Seeing this, her husband became worried and asked in a concerned voice. “What’s wrong, Skye? Are you feeling ill? Your face is red.” She shook her head and looked apologetically at him, to which he looked back at her in confusion. The reason for her cheeks turning red was due to the embarrassment she felt by using a wrong spell from the one she was supposed to use. No one would blame her for not knowing as she was a village girl that was introduced to the more modern knowledge and gadgets by her husband. However, she wanted to be of use to her beloved husband and felt embarrassed at the fact that she failed on her first try to being useful to him. “I won’t make this mistake again!” She thought determinedly and focused her mind on what to do. After conjuring the barrier this time correctly and causing the barricade walls to sink back into the ground, they looked towards the enemy base. At that moment, the flying missiles were slowly shot down until only two passed through and landed in opposite directions of the base. Two great explosions occurred, causing the ground to shake all the way to where they stood. At the same time, smoke began rising into the sky as they could barely see fires beginning to spread in the encampment of the enemy base. “Oh wow. They really shot down a lot of the missiles,” said Leyton, sounding impressed. “There are capable warriors powerful enough to fight our strongest warriors one on one!” Explained Lexi, looking worried. “It wouldn’t be a surprise that they could handle these weapons of mass destruction fairly easily,” remarked Veva with the same worried look on her face as Lexi. “Yeah. I suppose we shouldn’t give them the chance to recover and strike back,” said Leyton in agreement. Then he turned his attention to the helicopters and said, “Helicopters, fly forward and shot down the air units!” In response, the helicopters began to roar their engines into gear and began moving towards the enemy base, where they were soon met with resistant from the enemy dragons. “Alright. Tanks, move forward and mow down the enemy forces charging from the front. Blow them away at will,” he instructed them. At his command, the tanks began grinding their gears and moving towards the enemies charging from the front. He watched as the tanks opened their turrets and automatically sprayed bullets down on any enemy that came close to them. Feeling like the situation was being handled well, he focused his eyes up in the sky to see what was going on, however, with the distance between them, there was no way he could see clearly. “This is no good,” he remarked dully. “I can’t see the battle in the sky.” “Should we enhance your sight, sir?” Veva asked tentatively. Skye was the one who denied it by saying, “That won’t be necessary. Right, Leyley?” His wife looked at him with a small smile as if he would understand what she meant. True enough, he understood that she did not want to rely too much on magic as it may become difficult to be independent later on if they suddenly could not use magic for some reason. Leyton understood this very easily and smiled in return at his wife. “Yes. There’s no need when I have… these. Summon Binoculars,” he said and Binoculars appeared out of thin air before he grabbed them with his forearm. As the two angels blinked in surprise at the sudden appearance of yet another unknown object, he placed them against his eyes and began tweaking the lens module to watch the battle in the sky. Seeing her husband do it, Skye replicated the action and also used binoculars to watch them, leaving the two angels looking confused as to what those devices were. “Um… What might they be, madam?” Lexi asked Skye curiously. “These?” She asked, shifting them from her eyes and indicating them. When they nodded, she smiled and explained, “These are called Binoculars. You can see long distances with these by turning this wheel thingy to increase or decrease the zooming and focus effect.” “Oh wow. It’s an interesting artefact,” Lexi commented in wonder. “It’s not magic; it’s just science,” laughed Skye, to which the angels once again looked confused. “Dang! Those dragons have tough skin! The bullets aren’t penetrating through their scales!” Leyton complained while watching through his binoculars, causing Skye to use them as well while the angels used their magic to enhance their sight. “How about firing some missiles at them? Wouldn’t that work?” Skye suggested. “Yeah. Good idea,” he said in acceptance. “Helicopters, launch missiles at the dragons!” Upon receiving his orders, the helicopters opened their turrets and fired a round of missiles at the dragons. On seeing the incoming attacks, the dragons changed their flight pattern by swerving, dogging, and swinging their bodies out of the way. This caused the missiles to get confused and hit one another instead while only a few smashed into the dragons and exploded. “Man! Not all of them got them though,” complained Leyton. “At least, they hit a few,” said Skye soothingly. Before he could reply, the smoke clear in the sky and revealed that the dragons hit by the missiles were still alive. Both Leyton and Skye were shocked despite taking a heavy beating that they through their binoculars the amount of damage those dragons had taken from the explosion. “Damn! They’re tough!” Leyton complained irritably. “This doesn’t look good!” Skye said worriedly. Her worries were proven correct when several of the dragons opened their mouth and seemed to charge some kind of attack before spitting it out at the helicopters. Though Leyton immediately ordered his air unit to evade them, the fiery balls of destruction flew forward and slammed into the helicopters, causing them to explode and plummet to the ground. Leyton swore from the shock of seeing his air units brought down by a single attack from the enemy air force. “Oh no! The flying beasts are being brought down!” Lexi exclaimed worriedly. “They’re not flying beasts! Helicopters! H-e-l-i-c-o-p-t-e-r-s!” Leyton snapped at her. “Yes!” She replied immediately in shock. “Leyley, calm down. Don’t take your anger out on her,” said his wife soothingly then turned to the enemy dragons that were continuing to bow down the helicopters. “What are we supposed to do against those that even the helicopters aren’t able to fully bring down?” There was a moment of pause in which Leyton seemed to be thinking. While he was thinking, the dragons began firing the same fiery balls of destruction down at the tanks and began destroying them as well. Till now, the enemy ground units were held back by the sheer number of tanks and the destructive bullets they fired, but with the numbers decreasing rapidly, they began to push forward earnestly. “This isn’t good! The be—tanks are being demolished!” Lexi said, correcting herself by using their term properly to avoid being lectured by the hero. “What are we supposed to do now?” It was then that Veva suggested, “I think it’s best to retreat from here.” “Retreat?” Skye asked, looking a little taken aback. “But, Leyley said—.” “Madam,” said Veva a little strongly that caused Skye to hesitate and go silent. “Please look at the battlefield. The helicopters that the hero summoned were brought down and the tanks are soon to face their demise. At this rate, we will end up being caught up by the enemy.” Then she added, “This is merely a tactical retreat, so there’s no need to lose your pride over it.” “It’s nothing to do with pride, Veva,” said Skye slowly, hesitating to take a decisive decision while looking towards her husband. At that moment, Leyton spoke up by saying, “There’s no need for a retreat.” They turned to him as he went on saying, “Our main problem are those dragons and to beat them, we need more firepower!” “Yes, but we saw how lacking the helicopters are, didn’t we?” Skye asked worriedly. “Yes, we did,” he agreed. “I was overconfident to stop and think about the what if. It’s okay though because this is a lesson to learn, and I’ve got the perfect weapon to beat them with.” “Perfect weapon? What’s that?” Skye inquired curiously. Leyton smiled and said, “Fighter jets!”   ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “The heck?!” The boy exclaimed, looking surprised. “Fighter jets?! Really?!” “Really,” the older man confirmed with a smiling face. “This late into the story?” “It’s only been thirteen chapters, and the chapters length in average are short.” “I don’t mean that,” the boy said with furrowed eyebrows. “Shouldn’t he have summoned fighter jets from the very beginning?” The older man looked quizzically at him and asked, “What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of a flying military vehicle?” There was a moment of pause before the boy said feebly, “Helicopter.” This made the older man spread his arms out in a gesture of, “See what I mean?” “B-But, everyone has their own perspectives!” The boy quickly rallied in his defence. “Some may even consider fighter jets, a jumbo fighter jet, or something like that. So, you can’t just take one side.” “The same goes to our story hero,” said the older man with a smile, causing the boy to scowl. “But he’s our protagonist who was from a modern society and should be able to know what he’s doing, right?” The boy asked curiously. “He should know what he’s doing, ah?” The older man asked in a low voice. He looked at the young man sitting opposite him with a small smile for a moment in silence before asking, “Do you think a man, who lives his peaceful life, working day in and out from home and lives with only his wife care about all these things?” “Oh. Well,” the boy began hesitantly. “Still, I would think it’s common sense from where he’s from to know that a fighter jet is the strongest air vehicle there is.” “You are right in thinking that,” the older man said, “but don’t ignore the obvious fact that he lived a simple life with his wife and played arcade type games in the home built by his parents.” “A sheltered life, you mean?” The boy asked, and the older man chuckled. “I guess that makes sense seeing as he stupidly shouted out a cheat code when it only made him look embarrassing.” The older man chuckled again and said, “That’s right, so stop it with the thinking that Leyton should know things he wouldn’t normally know or remember just because he’s from a modern society. That’s just you creating a false image of him instead of seeing him for what he truly is.” “So, you’re basically telling me to ignore the stupid details and enjoy the story,” the boy said, and the older man winked. Then he sighed and said, “Fine, but I’m still curious as to why you constantly support the author and the character. It’s almost like you know, or knew them and like them.” As he looked shrewdly at the man seated opposite him, the man smiled and said, “That’s a secret,” causing the young man to fume with annoyance while the older man chortled with laughter. Vertrex Hey there, everyone! How's it going? I got a bit of free time and spent wisely writing this up just for you all to enjoy! =D Anyway, to the readers hoping for fighter jets to fight dragons, here's your wish come true! Now for the real fun to begin! ;-) See you next time! Vertrex out!

Vertrex Hey everyone! This story isn't forgotten and like my others, just took a hit from my IRL stuff and all. When I got back to writing, I took some time off to sort out my mind and a few things with gaps in between each chapter for each story that I'm writing currently. So, yeah, I'm multi-story tasking things! What fun! XD Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I am committed to continuing this story as long as I can though with delays, so I hope you'll be understanding of my situation in the unforeseeable future and have fun reading this wonderful chapter! =D “Fighter Jets?” Skye asked, looking confused. “Why them? Couldn’t you just yell at them like when you yelled at that dragon that attached us when we first got to this world.” “Uh… Yeah, I could do that,” he replied hesitantly. Seeing his hesitation, Skye was surprised and instantly became suspicious as she asked, “Leyley, don’t tell me you only did that because you got very angry that I got hurt?” “Well… I was angry at that time,” he admitted sheepishly. “Come on, Leyley. Don’t tell me you can’t shout because you aren’t angry or something? Do I have to get hurt to get you to be angry enough to yell at them?” She asked worriedly. “No! It’s not that!” He said quickly, moving over to pat her head gently. “It’s just…” he began and sighed before continuing saying, “look, Skye. Every since we came to this world, we seem to have this… unimaginable amount of power. Bottomless power even if you consider that that it’s scary.” “Why? Wouldn’t that make us invincible?” “It does but… to a certain extent, I believe. After all, this kind of power doesn’t come without a price tag on it, and we’re too much of an amateur to understand that.” She blinked twice at her husband with a confused look before saying, “Leyley, how many times did I tell you to not complicate your explanations?” “Oh. Fine!” He said heatedly. “What I’m saying is that we’re currently swimming without knowing how to swim.” Once again, she stared at him with a puzzled face and remarked, “That… doesn’t make any sense.” “Oh, for crying out loud!” He exclaimed with irritation. “We don’t know our own limits! You get it now, Skye?” “Oh…!” She said, finally understanding and smiling. “I get it now. See how simple it was than your overly complicated explanation.” “It’s not overly complicated. I was just giving… extra details… that… you probably wouldn’t need to know,” he said, with his voice becoming lower and lower until he realised how futile it all was. Just then, his wife placed a warm hand on his shoulder and said sweetly, “If you’re so worried about where your limit ley, then let me do things for a while.” “What?!” He exclaimed, looking shocked. Skye pointed at herself with her thumb and said proudly, “I’m your wife. I’m your other half. What you cannot do, I’ll do it for you! So, leave this battle to me while you take rest. Got it?” Then she beamed at him, giving him a lovely smile that which attracted him in the first place. He could vividly remember the first time he came to their village to visit his great-grandmother’s home and saw her playing with some kids in the neighbourhood and fell head over heals for her on sight. Though their bodies changed, but the smile that attracted him did not change, and he felt very content. Skye saw him looking at her face and curiously asked, “Is there something on my face?” “W-What?” He reacted, feeling surprised by question and not sure what had happened. “Did you say something?” “Well, you were staring at my face fixedly so I thought something happened to me,” she said while touching her face experimentally to see if anything was wrong. Seeing this made him smile and say, “No. You look as lovely as ever.” She blinked in surprise by his complement before looking down and asking, “Do you mean it… about my new face… or my old face…?” Leyton could see that she was feeling worried about the complement he gave since she was unsure whether he was referring to the present or the past. He understood her worry and smiled before walking forward, wrapping his arms her and hugging her warmly. “You are lovely no matter how you look,” he told her in loving voice. This made her blush crimson before looking down with an embarrassed look on her face. “I’m glad,” she muttered, but he heard it and caused him to grin and lean forward to plant a kiss on her neck. “Wha?!” She reacted in shock, looking up at him with his blushing face. “Why’d you do that so suddenly?” “What can I say? You were just… lovely,” he teased his wife affectionately. The two of them were staring at each other as it appeared that they were no longer in the present. However, it was crushed when they heard several roars of dragons and a strong gust of wind buffeting them. “I-I’m sorry, heroes!” Veva apologised as she reacted slowly to stop the wind. “Stupid dragon,” muttered Leyton, turning to look angrily towards the flying dragons. Then he sensed something from his wife and turned to ask her with worry, “Skye, are you okay?” She did not respond but the air around here had changed somehow and had become filled with anger. Till now, she bowed her head down, making it difficult for them to see her expression but she lifted her head in a flash and showed them how angry she was. In a flash, she whirled around on the spot to face the enemy dragons and yelled, “You stupid dumb animals! How dare you interrupt my lovely time with my Leyley?!” The moment her words left her; an enormous shockwave occurred as well as a powerful blast of wind emitted from their direction. Both the wind and the shockwave surged towards the dragons and decimated both them and their rides until there was barely anything left. Veva, Lexi and Leyon watched in shock as Skye decimated the entire flying unit of their enemies with nothing but her shout. Just exerting her angry out on them caused such a powerful release, which was even more powerful than the one Leyton unleashed when his wife got hurt. She breathed a few times roughly before taking a deep breath and letting it out smoothly. Then she turned to face them and gave them her usual cheerful smile that was contrast to the deadly anger she expressed moment ago. In that instant, one man and two angels coincidentally thought the same thing. “I better not make her angry at me.”   ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “Hahahahahaha!” The boy burst into a ridiculous laugher no sooner had he reached the end of the chapter. He just could not contain the hilarious ending the chapter. “This is too funny!” He exclaimed, banging the table while struggling to control his laughter. “Yes. It is,” sighed the older man wryly. “She wiped out those dragons with nothing but her scream. One moment, all romantic, and the next, explosion of anger! This is too good! I never thought she had it in her to do something like this.” “Well, those dragons did interrupt her lovely moment with her husband.” “About that,” the boy said, calming down and suddenly looking annoyed. “What were they thinking flirting in the middle of a warzone? They’re too carefree!” This made the older man laugh and earn himself a suspicious stare from the younger boy. “Why are you laughing?” “Oh. I just found your reaction funny. That’s all.” “What’s so funny about my reaction?” The boy asked indignantly. “Multiple dragons were attaching and destroying their helicopters and tanks, and yet these two love birds were flirting in the middle of it all! Not to mention, these dumb angels were just standing there and staring at them like it was some kind of spectacle all the while that was happening. It’s so stupid I tell you.” This made the older man laugh again and say, “When you’re in love, you’d understand that there are no restrictions to where and when you can flirt with your lover.” “Maybe… but a warzone is not one of them!” The boy retorted heatedly. “It makes for a good background for a romantic scene,” the older man said serenely. “Now you’re being protective of the author’s weird choice having a romance should occur in such a setting.” “It can happen if your lives are in danger and all.” “That would be applied to the first scene where they die when their original world came to an end,” the boy argued but the older man was smiling regardless. This made the boy sigh and say, “Seriously, when will they stop being so carefree and get some seriousness?” “But they are being serious. Didn’t Leyton express his worry about their power’s limits?” “He did and it was a good development… but all of that went out the window the moment that romantic scene happened!”  The older man laughed at how the younger boy was unable to let that part go. “The only good thing that came out of it, other than the unusual romantic scene, is that Skye is really powerful! Heck! She destroyed all those dragons with relative ease!” “She certainly is powerful,” the older man said serenely. This made the younger boy turn towards the older man and asked, “Hey, will we see more action from her in the next chapter?” “Why do you ask? Do you want to see more action from her?” “Hell yes! So far, it’s been Leyton this, Leyton that! It’s starting to get boring! I want Skye to get some attention! I want her flying in the sky like her name and beat up those villains like the heroine that she is!” The younger boy said, punching his fist into the sky with a wide grin on his face. “Oh,” the older man said, looking surprised. Then he chortled with laughter and said, “I’m glad to see you have such high opinion of her. In that case,” and he paused, causing the boy to look hopefully towards him shining eyes before finishing with, “turn to the next chapter and find out.” For a moment, time seemed to be frozen as the younger boy had the same smile as before. Then it slowly changed to that of anger, and he rose to his feet and held the book in one hand in a threatening manner. “I’m going to hit you with this book, you senile old man!” He exclaimed, and the older man simply laughed at how hilarious he found the whole situation to be. Then he looked coolly at the younger boy and said, “I’m being serious. What good would it do you if I spoil the fun?” There was a moment of pause before the younger boy breathed a sigh and sat back down heavily. “Fine, but if she doesn’t have any attention in the next chapter, I’ll trim that beard off!” The boy threatened and opened the book to continue to the next chapter. The older man chuckled lightly and muttered, “Fanboys are scary.”

Vertrex Sorry about the chapter title mix-up. I thought it was chapter 13, and then I noticed I copies chapter 11 twice to make a 12th chapter, which ended up becoming the 13th. My bad. =P “So, that’s the super doper bad guy’s base?” Leyton asked casually as he eyed the large settlement that was situated a few kilometres in front of them. “It’s big,” commented Skye as casually as her partner. “Way bigger than that base we destroyed.” “T-That was just a checkpoint,” explained Veva nervously. “T-This is their main base a-after all,” responded Lexi nervously. Upon hearing their nervous voices, the couple turned and looked at them with concern. They were amazed to see that both the Angels were sweating profusely and were fidgeting with their fingers in an uncontrollable fashion. It was like they were close to having a nervous breakdown due to the sheer stress of being so close to their enemy’s base. “My goodness! Are you alright?!” Skye exclaimed, looking shocked and walking over to check on them. “W-We’re… um…” began Lexi only to hesitate and glance nervously at the enemy base. “Seriously? You’re that nervous?” Leyton asked, looking disbelievingly at the two girls that stood unsteadily in front of him. “Why are you so scared?” Skye asked worriedly. Lexi and Veva turned to look at each other before turning back to face them with confused looks on their faces. “You… You don’t sense it?” Lexi asked nervously. “Sense what?” The couple asked in unison. “Him,” said Veva in an ominous voice before dramatically announcing, “The leader of the Embassy of Chaos, Everett Scrivenor.” There was a moment of silence, in which both Leyton and Skye gave the Angels a blank look. It was obvious that those two had no clue about who that was, but they did get the impression that the person must be very powerful indeed for these girls to fear him from this distance. Leyton, however, found the name of the enemy bizzare and commented, “The heck? Everett? It rhymes with carrot!” Skye coughed in surprise and stared at her husband in wonder before saying, “I don’t think now is the time to make jokes about people’s names, Leyley.” “Oh really? In that case, I’ll just make plenty of jokes once I beat them good!” He replied and punched his hands together with a big grin on his face. “W-Wait!” Lexi said quickly, her face full of worry. “Y-You’re not… sensing it?” “That’s the thing,” he said, turning and looking quizzically at them. “I don’t know what you’re sensing that’s got you so scared.” “Me neither,” added Skye with a shake of her head. When the Angels heard that, the two girls sighed weakly and said, “You aren’t able to sense him then.” “Excuse me?” Skye asked curiously. “What is this ‘sensing’ stuff that you’ve been saying till now? Is it like a sixth sense or the like?” Before the Angels could answer her, Leyton said, “No, Skye. They’re talking about sensing the life force of an entity, their power level and so on.” “Oh!” Skye said, looking surprised. “Like those RPG games that we play in that console of yours?” Her husband shook his head in denial and said, “No. Those are games. This is real life. That and this are not the same.” “Eh? Not the same?” She asked, looking puzzled while the Angels watched from the background in confusion. “How so?” “For starters, it’s complete and utter nonsense to think that you could sense the upper and lower limit of someone’s energy, strength, or power. This isn’t a game where you have a health bar, experience points, and a level up system. This is real life, and it just doesn’t make sense that a mortal could be able to sense someone else’s power level simply based on the notion that they could sense them.” “So…” she asked, not understanding any of it. “Power levels are bulls*t,” he said simply in a firm voice, which made her eyes widen in alarm. “Ah! You swore!” Skye said in complaint. “But it’s the truth!” He insisted. “Even so, you didn’t near to swear!” She complained profusely. Skye gave him a reproachful look that made him realise his fault and apologise with, “Sorry. I guess I slipped up.” She nodded in acceptance and replied with a smile, “That’s okay. We all make mistakes, but the import thing is to learn from them and not repeat them again.” “I know,” he said simply and smiled at her. As the two of them smiled at one another, the Angels continued the watch them from the background in complete silence. Then Lexi broke it by muttering to her friend about the relationship of their heroes. “I-Is this how the couples these days interact?” She asked Veva curiously. “I… I don’t know,” replied Veva while shaking her head. “I think most households I know of have the men in charge while the women are mostly pushed to the side.” “Oh. But that doesn’t appear to be the same for them,” said Lexi, glancing at the heroes in wonder. “Hey, I can hear you quite clearly,” said Leyton, causing them to jump in surprise. “W-We’re sorry!” They quickly apologised, fearing they had angered them. Seeing that the girls were scared, Leyton smiled and said coolly, “Ah. It’s okay. I didn’t take any offense. I just couldn’t help overhearing what you thought about our relationship and it saddens me that such forced relationships exist in this world.” He appeared a little sad, but the mood was brightened when Skye said, “I guess that does make our relationship appear strange and for that, all I can say is… we’re just different,” and she winked cheekily at them. The two Angels blinked in surprise while Leyton said, “Skye, they’ll start thinking we’re weird or something. Not a good way to leave a lasting impression, you know?” “It’ll be fine,” she replied coolly and patted him on the back. “Now, let focus on the enemies ahead?” “Right!” He agreed with a nod of his head. “We’ve got to announce our arrival,” said Skye as a reminder. “I know. I won’t launch a sneak attack. I’m not them!” He retorted indignantly. Then he held his hand out and said, “Summon megaphone.” Nodding in satisfaction that it worked, he said, “Enchant: Amplify volume to maximum.” “You sure that’s okay?” Skye asked with concern. “It’ll be fine!” He said reassuringly with a bright smile. “It’s a simple Switch On command and—!” In the next second, an ear-splitting shrieking sound began resonating from the megaphone that almost made Leyton drop it. The Angels and Skye shut their ears with their hands and closed their eyes tightly by how immensely loud the sound was. Leyton, being the closest to it, closed one eye and covered his right ear with his free hand before shouting the command to decrease the volume. “Enchant: Shrink volume 30%!” In an instant, the shrieking sound quickly lessened and disappeared. The three girls uncovered their eyes and stared at the megaphone with bewildered looks on their faces. Then Skye turned to look crossly at her husband, who was eying his latest instrument in amazement. “Oopsy-daisy. That was loud.” “Be careful, Leyton. You could’ve destroyed our eardrums with it,” she complained, looking irritated. “Yeah. Sorry about that, Skye,” he apologised to her in a low voice with an embarrassed smile on his face. A moment later, he placed the megaphone in front of his mouth and spoke into it as he directed his words at the Embassy of Chaos. “Ahem! Greetings, people! We’re the people that came from another world that you tried to recently destroy and failed at miserably.” He paused for a moment and turned to look at his wife, who nodded with a smile. At that moment, he suddenly had an idea of, “Oh, wait! Since most of the magic that I just happened to use from the thought of my head worked, why don’t I try this one out? It’s a cheat code after all and if my powers extend so far as to turn a simple cheat code into reality, then I’m truly invincible! So, might as well take this chance to try it out. I’ll at least figure out what works and what doesn’t work.” Then, as an afterthought, he muttered, “But I feel a little stupid since this isn’t a game. He sighed to himself, but was determined to go through with it. So, he cleared his throat and said, “By the way, I want to make sure of something, so here goes.” They heard him take a deep breath before exclaiming, “All your base are belong to us!”   ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “Huh?” The boy asked, blinking in surprise as he tore his eyes off the page and stared at the older man. “The chapter ended exactly where chapter 6 ended! What?!” “It’s not surprising to end it there since it’s a good chance to create a good cliff-hanger,” the older man replied smoothly. “Yes, but it doesn’t have the same effect as when it was used the first time around.” “I think you’re missing the point,” the older man said, and the boy looked puzzled. “The author had clearly and deliberately ended the chapter in the same cliff-hanger as a previous chapter, which means that there was something he wanted us, the readers, to take focus on.” The boy blinked in surprise before he asked, “So, is it the part where Leyton, realising that everything he had used till now worked and decided to try it out.” Then he looked sceptic as he add, “But, if we remind ourselves what he told Skye about the games and reality being different, it feels like a plot hole or a contradiction to what he said previously.” “You’re right,” the older man agreed much to the surprise of the younger boy. “Leyton is contradicting himself here, and he himself knows it as he states how silly he feels about trying it out despite what he told Skye.” “How can he do something that they know they would not normally do?” “He can because he is human,” the older man said coolly. “Take for instance; you.” “W-What about me?” The boy asked, feeling agitated. “You know that ice-creams are fatty food, and eating them makes you grow fat and bring health issues. Yet, you ate a litre of ice-cream without any reserve this morning.” “What?!” The boy exclaimed at unexpected being found out. “How?! Wait! I mean…!” As he faltered by realising what he just did, the older man smiled smoothly and said, “When you went out with your friends and used your pocket money to eat it. Pretty obvious actually considering you share your father’s appetite towards fatty food.” The boy looked disgruntled as he admitted, “Fine. I did eat a litre with my friends.” Then he sighed and said, “Dang it. You don’t miss anything, do you?” “You know me,” the man smiled pleasantly. For a moment, there was silence between them before the boy asked, “You certainly go to extra lengths to defend the author and his characters. Do you know him or something?” He was eying the man sitting opposite him expectantly, who appeared as though he was thinking about something. Then he looked back at the kid and smiled serenely as he gave his answer. “Find out as the story continues,” and he winked at him. “Hey!” The boy complained indignantly, and the older man let out a light laughter filled with humour. Vertrex Hello everyone! How're you all doing? I'm doing... well... it's mixed. The reason for this extended period of absence was due to my wife recently delivering to a healthy baby boy. Since then, my lifestyle went into a whack, and I was pretty much extending out my energy levels just to look after him together with my family. So, with having him (Dhruv's his name) coming to 2-months-old, I could finally start writing chapters again. So, I hope you're understanding of my situation and enjoyed this chapter! =) See you next time! Vertrex out!

“Damn you!” Skye yelled towards the charging enemies that were almost upon them. She waved her hand at them as if she was swatting a fly and following her arm movement was a sudden gust of wind. It seemed to gather at her arm and then get released into a fierce wind that blew forward and blasted the warriors away while sending some flying into the air. “Wow!” Leyton exclaimed, looking at his wife in amazement by the demonstration of her power. “That’s some power you’re showing, Skye.” “Thank you,” she accepted the compliment, turning to show a sweet smile at her husband then turning back to revert her smile back to that of an angry expression. “Now, let’s get these fools!” “C-Calm down, Skye,” he said, raising his hands in a gesture to stop her. “No! I can’t calm down!” She snapped angrily. “Our home world got destroyed, and just when I thought I couldn’t see you again; I get the chance to be with you again! And yet! As if to spit on my hope, a large lizard appears out of nowhere to try and kill us! All because of these people! I won’t stand for it anymore!” Skye was understandably furious by what her unknown enemies had done to her without them realising it. The thought of losing her second chance to live a simple and happy life with her husband made her lose all of her patience and fly into an extreme rage. Just then, she headed towards the car and her husband quickly followed behind her with an apprehensive look on his face. “Skye! What are you going to do?” He asked her curiously. “I’m going to smash those bastards!” She exclaimed and pointed at their enemies, who were recovering and headed their way once more. “I let them have a chance to live and they still want us to die! It’s only fair that I completely destroy them so I can return to my peaceful life once more!” “I… can’t disagree,” he admitted as he understood her point, but he was worried about her state of mind, “but ramming them with the car is kind of bad. It might damage the car. It is expensive.” The sudden mention of the car’s value made her come to a standstill with widened eyes. She suddenly looked troubled because despite her anger, she still had her mentality of not causing any damage on such an expensive car. Skye had no idea that her husband had placed protective spells on it to protect it from nearly all kinds of external damages, but Leyton did not want her to get her hands dirty. “Then let’s just nuke them!” She said casually, turning around to face him as she turned to the extreme option. “Wow! Hold that thought!” He exclaimed, looking alarmed. “Nuke them?! Skye! That’s really dangerous! This whole place will get destroyed, and the entire area will become unliveable. Remember what happened to our home world. Do you want something similar to happen here?” His reasoning with her made her ponder for a moment and nod her head in agreement because she too realised the devastating effect a nuclear bomb would have on the environment of this place and possibly the world as well. “But then, what are we supposed to do? Slap them with my shoe?” She asked, and to prove her point, she took off one of her slippers and held it in her hand like a weapon. Leyton was taken aback by his wife’s sudden proactiveness in wanting to attack and said weakly, “Uh… that’s probably simpler.” “Sir! Madam! They are coming!” Veva warned, and they saw the warriors getting nearer once again. “Ah! You, stupid people just never learn, do you?!” Skye exclaimed angrily. Then she brandished her slipper and announced, “Take this!” She held it like a javelin and swung it around in an arc, unleashing a strong wind once again in their direction. However, in the middle of swinging, her slipper slipped out of her fingers and went flying towards the oncoming men. “Ah!” She said in surprise. They watched the slipper fly like a rocket forward and pierced through several of the men’s chests, killing them instantly, but it continued to fly away. The slipper did not stop there, continuing to fly beyond the charging men and reached the wall of the enemy army’s base before smashing into it. The four of them watched as a small explosion occurred at the wall of the base before they heard minor explosion sounds from the base’s inside. Then they witnessed several tall buildings, which were protruding out of the base, slowly toppled to the side and collapsed to the ground. Veva’s and Lexi’s mouths sprang open in utter shock and disbelief of what had just happened. One slipper, released unwittingly by Skye, caused so much damage to a base. Leyton looked amazed as he blinked silently while Skye squinted with a hand over her head as a shade to let her see without the sun falling in her eyes. “Wow,” she reacted upon noticing the damage caused by her unusual weapon. “My slipper did that?” “It seems so,” her husband replied, looking impressed. “That’s some power.” “Do slippers have such power in this world?” Skye asked, taking off her remaining slipper and inspecting it curiously. “Obviously not!” Leyton snorted with a laugh. “I think your throwing strength had a lot of power, which caused the slipper to become a rocketing bullet. Or in this case, a rocketing cannon powerful enough to damage a base.” “I see,” she said, nodding in acceptance. Then she began hesitantly, “but…” “But?” He asked her when she faltered. “I… lost my slipper,” she said, and he realised what she was worried about. He understood that she was worried about having to walk bare foot as she would definitely not like wearing the other slipper that was missing its partner. “It’s okay. We’ll buy you a new one once this fight is over,” he told her with a smile. “Great!” She said happily and shouted at the armed men, “Hey! You guys can have this too!” She declared to their charging enemies, who had come to a standstill and were looking towards the smoke rising from their base. Then they turned to face her upon hearing her words and wore scared looks as she prepared to launch her second slipper in their direction with an excited look on her face. It was at that moment that Lexi and Veva shouted, “Look out!” The two angels flew towards them and caught them before flying away from there. No sooner had they done then a powerful energy blast soared down from the sky and landed where they were standing previously. There was a violent explosion, causing the wind to blow around wildly and shock waves to be sent in all directions. Lexi and Veva flew away from the explosion as fast as they could but got caught up in the wind that knocked them down to crash land on the ground. A few seconds later, they sat upright and watched the dust clear to reveal a figure standing there. Once it fully cleared, the figure came into visible focus, and they saw him to be a tall strong looking man with a nicely built body. He was wearing a serious expression on his face with some blood covering his forehead. “You heroes have done enough! This is where you will forfeit your lives!” The second-in-command of their enemies exclaimed in a furious voice.   ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “Aww!” The boy exclaimed, looking as if he had seen his hero lose. “It’s too short! Her glory is short! It needs to be longer! It’s not enough!” “Well, she did manage to prove herself to be quite capable by unleashing wind that blasted her enemies away and into the air while also having quite the throwing power,” the older man supplied with a smile. “No kidding! Seriously! She managed to do so much damage from what I could gather from this chapter to the enemy’s base!” The boy said, looking excited. “Not only that but judging by that blood that the enemy second-in-command has must’ve been from taking the full force of her slipper! Ha!” “Yes. It’s pretty funny to think about it,” the older man agreed with a light chuckle. “Yeah, but it’s too short! The author’s devoted an entire chapter singularly showing her off for how cute and awesome she is!” The youth complained, looking wistful. “Perhaps, but didn’t you get to see her looking both amazing and cute in a single chapter?” The older man asked curiously. “Yes, I did, but that doesn’t mean that I should be satisfied by it,” the boy said, and he turned to look crossly at the older man as he eyed his beard. “I need a cutting is needed.” “What?! No!” The older man protested, looking alarmed. “I wasn’t wrong with Skye doing quite good, right?” “Yes. You did say that, and she did shine. But not enough to satisfy me!” The youth said, and he brandished a pair of scissors with an eager look on his face. Suddenly feeling scared, the older man coughed and said, “Ah. Look at the time. I have urgent business to take care of!” and he quickly rose to his feet and escaped. “Get back here!” The boy called, also rising to his feet and chasing after the escaping old man. In their absence, the book lay on the table with it showing the page where the recent chapter ended. Just then, a sudden wind blew and that caused the page to turn the page to the next chapter. Vertrex By the way, I made a video (just 2 minutes long) of me typing and speaking briefly about the chapter and just having fun in playing around as usual. Link below. https://youtu.be/0syS_CYRkL4

There was a moment of stunned silence, where the couple stared at the two angels in shock. Then they looked at each other quizzical. “This is strange, don’t you think, Skye?” “Yes. People in this world speak English.” Her husband’s shoulder jerked in surprise by her statement, and he said wryly, “I didn’t mean that.” “Eh?” She asked, looking curiously at him. “Then, what did you mean?” “I meant them suddenly asking us to save this world.” “Oh. That,” she said, and nodded in understanding. “Yes. It’s pretty strange indeed, but it’s not as strange as them being able to speak English.” He smiled wryly at his wife’s innocence and commented, “I don’t think they’re speaking English.” She looked up at him in surprise and asked, “They’re not?” Leyton shook his head, and he looked at them with a curious expression on his face. As she was watching his face, she saw a small smile form on his mouth and realised something. “What are you doing?” “Oh. The usual,” he replied with a cheeky smile. Then he whispered, “Yours are bigger. I’m glad.” She shook her head exasperatedly and responded with, “Why are you proud of that in this situation?” As he smiled cheekily at her, she sighed and said, “Leyley, get serious.” “Got it,” he said and nodded in agreement. He looked at the girls and asked, “Excuse me, but can you answer my questions?” The angels looked surprised before they quickly said, “Yes. Certainly.” “So, who are you people? How did you know that we’re from another world? And, what did you mean by ‘save your world’ exactly?” Then he added, “One more thing, what’re your names?” At his last question, they gasped and the white winged angel said, “Please, forgive our rudeness,” and bowed her head deeply to him. “It’s fine. Let’s just introduce ourselves already,” he said with a carefree smile. “My name’s Leyton, and this is my wife, Skye.” He had intentionally let out his surname during his introduction because he believed that there was no point in being attached to the family name that died with the destruction of his old world. Skye did notice this, and looked curiously at him, but she did not interrupt him and merely watched instead. “You’re… married…?” The black winged angel asked in amazement while the white winged angel looked surprised. “Yeah. Is that something of a surprise?” Leyton asked curiously. “No. It’s just that we thought the two of you were siblings.” As he chuckled at her words, and his wife smiled wryly, the white winged angel coughed and introduced herself and the black winged angel. “Well, my name is Lexi Payne, and this is my friend, Veva Toft. It’s nice to meet you, sir and madam.” “Same here,” he said with a smile while Skye nodded her head while also smiling at them. “So, with the introductions out of the way, could you please answer my questions?” “Yes,” said the white angel named Lexi and looked pleasantly at them. “We’re from the Embassy of Light, sent by our High Commander to get you after we received a message from the High One about two individuals that arrived here from another world.” “A message from the High One?” Leyton asked, looking puzzled. “Are you telling me God messaged you or something?” “What?! God told them that we came to this world?!” Skye exclaimed, sounding and looking shocked. She peered out from behind his back and asked the girls, “Is that true? Is God the one who told you that? Does that also mean God brought us to this world?” The two angels looked at the couple with a clear expression of confusion on their faces. Their reaction puzzled Skye while it alerted Leyton, making him feel something was off. When the girl named Veva spoke, his suspicions were proven to be correct. “I’m sorry, but… who’s God?” “Eh?” Skye asked, and blinked twice in surprise. “Um…? You… You don’t know who God is?” “Sorry,” said Veva with a shake of her head. “Is it someone very important?” Lexi asked curiously. “Someone important?” Skye asked in a disbelieving voice and looked up at her husband. “What’s going on, Leyley? I’m confused.” He smiled at his wife’s confused expression and told her, “I don’t think they know what God means. In fact, I think this High One is basically their word for God, except the word ‘God’ probably doesn’t exist in their vocabulary.” There was a moment of pause before Skye muttered, “Wow. That’s so strange, and they speak English so fluently.” “They don’t speak English, Skye,” he replied while chuckling at her innocence. Then he addressed the girls by saying, “God is a very important person. That’s the name we refer to him, but in this world, it looks like you refer to him as the High One.” “Oh…!” They said, blinking in surprise and finally nodding in understanding. “Wow. So, there’s a clear difference of language between your world and our world,” said Lexi while both of their eyes sparked with curiosity. Leyton smiled wryly at their reaction and said, “I’m glad you understand.” At that moment, the smile on his face vanished as he felt a strange chilling sensation crawl down the back of his spine. A feeling of something was wrong made him glance around his surroundings. A moment later, he saw something in the distance from behind the angels that seemed to be moving towards them and it appeared to be very big creature. “So, this High Commander of yours; did he send just the two of you, or did he send more?” “No. Just us.” “Oh. In that case, what’s that?” He asked and pointed his finger into the distance. The angels looked surprised and turned around to look in the direction he was pointing. They saw a large shadowy figure moving towards them and squinted to see what it was. As it got nearer and came into full visibility, they widened their eyes in shock in recognition of what it was. It was a large creature with wings beating against the wind while carrying its large body through the air. Leyton could not correctly guess the measurements of the monster because of the distance separating them, but he guessed that it was the size of a small mountain. “Mmm,” he muttered, eying the monster with suspicion. “That suspiciously looks like—!” Before he could finish his sentence, his wife exclaimed, “Oh my god! It’s a dinosaur!” She had exclaimed that with a terrified look on her face, which made him put on a sarcastic smile. “It’s not a dinosaur; it’s a dragon,” he said simply. The red, scaly bodied dragon, which appeared to be strong and with a fearsome face, flew towards them. “Um… Judging by your reaction, that dragon is bad news?” He asked the angels curiously. “Yes!” They said together with concern. “It’s a dragon sent out by the Embassy of Chaos to destroy you!”   ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “Oh. Goodie. We get to learn about our antagonist,” the boy said, wearing a bemused look on his face as he reached the end of the chapter. “Still, isn’t sending a dragon a little too much to take care of two people from another world?” “Well, they must’ve been really powerful for the enemy leader to think of sending a dragon to take care of them,” the old man replied with a light chuckle. “Really? Because, I’m sure that’s not how story villains operate,” the boy stated. “I was sure the villains would send out their weakest minions to fight the heroes, and unintentionally help them grow, and at the end, have a powerful face off!” There was a moment of pause before the man said, “You’re talking about a game.” “Yeah, but games are also based on stories, right?” The boy asked. “A different kind of stories.” “That’s the impression that I got from this due to the names of the characters and groups.” To that, the man sighed and asked, “Do we really have to talk about the author’s weird naming sense?” “I don’t know, but it gives me these gaming vibes,” the boy replied with a chuckle. The older man laughed and looked shrewdly at him before asking, “Okay. You got all of that, but it seems to me that you missed out on the comedic effect the author was going for?” “I got it,” the boy replied, rolling his eyes in exasperation. “It’s just I’m choosing to take your advice and ignore it while continuing with the story, otherwise, I’d be complaining nonstop at how strange the author is in the head to be writing such weird jokes.” After laughing, the man said, “Glad my advice came in handy.” The boy rolled his eyes again and asked, “So, since a dragon appeared, does that mean that Leyton will summon a Hero Sword and slay the dragon, officially becoming a Dragon Slayer and a Hero at the same time?” “That’s quite the imagination you got there.” “That’s what usually happens in these kinds of novels, but I’m unsure about this one, and that’s why I’m asking you to tell me about it.” The older man chuckled and said with a serene smile, “I won’t tell you anything. Instead, read the next chapter and find out for yourself. But I promise you, it’ll really get interesting.”

After the utter destruction of the checkpoint, Leyton drove the car quickly in the direction kg the main demon army base. Following behind him were fifty green military tanks and fourth military helicopters, all ready to do battle. Lead in front were two angels, with one possessing white wings while the other possessed black wings. For the next half-an-hour, he drove the car through the rugged terrain, without him or his wife, Skye, feeling any of the roughness. It was all thanks to the incredible magic his car was customized with, they would not be affected by external factors whatsoever. “Man. I'm under sixty kilometers per hour. If this was the highway, I'd be doing hundred.” “It's a safe speed to go at in this unfamiliar… um… place,” said Skye with a wry smile. She had been about to use the word, “road,” as it was natural. So, that was why she put on a wry smile at how strange the situation was for her to see a new expensive racing car being drive over grassy lands as of if was perfectly on the road. “Yeah, but it's taking time. Just how far do we have to go?” Leyton asked finally after several minutes of silence. “I just want to finish our business and leave.” “Have some patience, Leyley,” said is wife calmly from beside him. “There's no rush. I'm sure we'll get there soon.” He glanced sideways at his wife and made a wry smile when he saw her smiling serenely at him. “That's some positive thinking you've got there, Skye, but I'm not as patient as you.” As his wife giggled, he leaned forward to look through the front glass of the car to where the angels were flying steadily up in the sky. Leyton wanted to ask them about the estimated time of arrival at the enemy base, but he realized that he had no way of doing that. “Oh!” He said, and his wife looked at him in surprise. “I know. I'll just speak to them telepathically.” Skye blinked twice at him, clearly surprised by his words, before she asked, “Are you a psychic, Leyley?” “Pft!” Leyton exclaimed reflexively by hearing those unexpected words. He glanced at his wife and chuckled as he replied, “Of course not. I'm going to use magic.” “Oh…!” She said know awe, looking impressed. He faced the front and narrowed his eyes slightly to focus on imagining that he could communicate with the angels floating in the sky. As he did, he sensed an unfamiliar sensation occurred within him, and then felt as though his thoughts were being carried through the wind. Then he heard a small “click” sound, indicating that his telepathy link was successful. Smiling in satisfaction, he began to speak out loud, and his words got transferred to the other person's mind through magic. “Miss Veva, and Miss Lexy, can you hear me?” For a second or two, he could not hear anything in response as everything was rather silent. He even briefly wondered whether the other party knew how to use telepathy, but his worries were for nothing because he got a response on bus head a second later. “This voice…? Is this Sir Leyton, or did I imagine it?” Lexy's voice asked in confusion. “Yeah. I heard his voice too,” said Veva's voice in acknowledgement. “Wow. I connected to both of them,” said Leyton reflexively outside. “Oh! That's great,” his wife said happily. “Yeah. Saves me the trouble of trying to speak to them separately,” he said with a smile. As he finished speaking, he heard the surprised gasps of the angels and hears them respond in awe and amazement. “Wow! Sir, you're amazing! To be able to use Telepathy so easily, it's remarkable!” “It took us around a month to master it, so it is amazing.” He chuckled and said, “That's great. Anyway, can you tell me how much further we have to go to reach the base, or maybe the estimation of our arrival?” The reply that came shocked him. “An hour.” “An hour?!” He exclaimed in shock and caused his wife to look at him in alarm. “That's way too long! Can't we go any faster?” “We could, sir, but the terrain is a little unbalanced,” said Vevain concern. “We just think your vehicle will take heavy damage and may hurt you, is we're going steadily,” added Lexy in concern. He shook his head and sighed before giving them his response. “It's fine. This car can take quite the beating and will still be fine. Believe me. So, let's not waste any more time and go faster.” There was a pause, and he momentarily wondered whether the angels were still hesitating. Then came their reply of, “Okay, sir,” and he smiled in satisfaction. The two angels activated their powers that caused their wings to suddenly expand as of they were on edge. A moment later, there was a burst of wind as the two were propelled forward at a remarkable speed. “Oh!” Leyton said upon seeing them flying forward. He immediately shifted the gears and hit the accelerator, making the car go faster. When he checked the speedometer and saw that he was doing just above hundred kilometers per hour, he smiled with satisfaction. “There we go. Now we're moving,” he said happily. He glanced at his wife and asked, “Are you okay, Skye?” “Oh. Yes. I'm perfectly fine,” she said, a little edge in her voice. “This is quite fast.” “Well, yeah. We are riding in a fast car after all. I'm pretty sure this thing can do 200 no problem,” he said with a chuckle. Then he saw her tense up and asked cheekily, “Should we test it?” He got an immediate response of, “No, no, no, no, no,” from his wife, and she even shook her head in a clear disapproval. Seeing her reaction made him burst into a hilarious laughter that startled her before he said, “I'm only joking. Just kidding.” She stared at him in disbelief before she put on a pouting face and said, “You are such a tease! I won't talk to you if you do it again.” He chuckled and said, “I'm sorry. Really.” Like that, the husband and wife had fun with each other while they sped through the grassy fields. The tanks and the helicopters kept up with their pace without losing any kind of rhythm. Soon, they covered the distance that could have taken them over an hour before they reached a steep hill. They rode up and quickly reached the top, which was where Leyton saw the angels descending to the ground. “Looks like we're here,” he said, and his wife leaned forward a little to see the front. They made it to the top of the hill and arrived at the spot where the two angels had landed at. He brought the car to a steady halt, and all the tanks and helicopters came to a steady halt behind them. From their vantage point, they could see that a large fortress was located several kilometers from where they were. They saw smoke from several places rising into the sky and thought that it looked tougher than the checkpoint that they very recently destroyed. However, they knew this was the main base just by the sheer intimidating aura that was resonating from that place all the way to where they arrived at. Leyton gulped and said, “We're finally here.” Skye was as equally as nervous as him, but when she saw him being nervous, she could not help but giggle. “I didn't think you'd be nervous, Leyton, after all the boasting and stuff you said a while back,” she said cheekily, paying him back for teasing her earlier. Started that she saw his momentary weakness, he coughed and replied, “You probably imagined it.” A moment later, he got out of the car just as Because and Lexy hurried up to him. “That's the demon's main base, sir,” said Lexy in a nervous voice and pointed at the fortress. He smiled at her and said with a small smile, “Yeah.  I can tell, and damn. It's quite intimidating, isn't it?” “Yes, sir,” admitted Lexy weakly. “Normally, we'd need a fully mobilized army to deal with this kind of threat because of how dangerous this place is,” said Veva with a dark look on her face. Then she added, “So many valiant souls died here. All for nothing.” Leyton looked at the two angels fidgeting restlessly and understood that they were scared. He remembered how his wife would get scared during thunderstorms and that he would rub her head gently to calm her. So, taking that as an example, he gently placed both of his hands on their heads and began rubbing them soothingly. “It'll be fine. I'm here, and so are my army of tanks and helicopters, so nothing bad will happen to us. Besides, I've only come here to greet our enemy. That's all. I'm not going to get tangled up in a full-scale war or anything like that. That's not going to happen, so please relax. We're safe.” The two angels looked up at him in amazement before they closed their eyes and smiled as they slowly relaxed. He continued to rub their heads to soothe them when he suddenly felt a presence behind him and heard a familiar voice ask, “And what are you doing?” Leyton jumped in fright and turned around quickly to see his wife staring at him with a stern look and her hands on her hips. This was the look of his wife when she would catch him doing strange things that would often annoy her. “I wasn’t doing anything bad! I swear!” He said defensively, removing his hands away from the angels’ heads and imploring desperately to his wife. “Really! They were worried, so I was just trying to make them feel at ease. That’s all! Honest!” Skye continued to look at him as if she was seeing a thief before she suddenly dropped her expression and grinned at him. “I know that. I was only teasing you,” she said and winked at him cheekily. He stared at his wife in disbelief, and upon registering that all of this was just her teasing him, he placed a hand on his face and let out a deep sigh in exasperation. She walked over and patted him on the back, causing him to turn to face her with a bemused expression on his face. “Wasn’t teasing me in the car about my nervousness enough?” He asked wearily. “No. I wanted to tease you properly and see your reaction,” she replied and flashed him another grin. Leyton stared at her in amazement before sighing yet again and smiling before rubbing her head. She closed her eyes and began enjoying the sensation. Then he turned and faced towards the fortress that was several kilometers ahead of them with a small confident smile on his face.   ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “What? That’s it? That’s the chapter?” The boy asked, flipping to the next page and seeing that it’s a new chapter while looking confused. He looked up at the older man and asked, “This can’t be it?” “Yup. That’s the chapter,” stated the older man in confirmation. “Seriously? That chapter was basically about them moving to the enemy base, having conversation, some use of magic with that telepathy thing, and that’s it. There was literally nothing great about this chapter!” The boy complained as he fumed about the chapter disappointment. “Oh? You really think the chapter is a disappointment considering what went down between Skye and Leyton?” The older man asked with a wry smile. “Oh. Well,” the boy began and hesitated, realising that he was probably a bit too harsh, “I guess those were moments with Leyton and Skye was pretty cute. I really like how they teased each other and shows us how close their relationship is.” “They are really close,” the older man said pleasantly. “They’re, what you call, a couple that are destined to be together for life.” “I can agree with that,” said the boy with a smile, which faltered a little when he said, “but Leyton is a pervert. Seriously, what goes inside that thick skull of his? I mean, he was basically flirting with those angels behind wife. It’s almost like—!” The boy suddenly got a thought, and he let out an audible gasp at how the thought horrified him. “Don’t tell me… that he cheats on her, on Skye?!” He asked desperately. The older man was taken aback by the boy’s sudden thoughts and let out a sigh of exasperation. “Where in the chapter did you get such a message or even an indication?” “I didn’t, but I realised. That guy is clearly a pervert and from the way he was behaving with those angel girls, it’s not difficult to imagine that he might get tempted to double cross his wife,” the boy said fearfully. “Then what would become of Skye? She’s so cute, so innocent, and so fragile. What will happen to her because of that scummy perverted—!” “That’s enough,” said the older man in a loud firm voice, drowning out the boy’s rant. As the boy went silent with a troubled look on his face, the older man went on to say, “What you’re imagining will not happen. I can guarantee that,” he said, but as if he suddenly thought of something, he smiled wryly and finished with, “or maybe not?” “Maybe not?” The boy asked, looking troubled. “Which is it? Will he cheat, or will he remain loyal to her? Which is it! Tell me!” The older man shook his head and replied, “No way. I don’t want to drop spoilers and ruin the story.” “If what I fear comes to pass, then I don’t want to read anymore!” The boy stated firmly. This made the older man sigh and say, “This is what I mean by overthinking, and I’m sure the author is expecting you to think like that.” “What?” “I told you since chapter one to not think too much about it and just read the story while enjoying what it offers. Once again, I tell you to stop overthinking because the author is trying to mess with your head. Relax, read the story, and enjoy it.” The boy seemed to realise when the older man pointed that out, but he continued to look troubled. “But still, I’m worried,” he admitted finally. The older man smiled serenely at him and said, “Believe me. I should know because I… I know the story,” and he finished smoothly by winking at him. Vertrex Hey everyone. Sorry for the really, really long delay in this chapter. You know how it is, you have life to focus on, and you have that really long story that you started 4 years back, that you really love and want to write more to (Phoenix Rising). So, when you focus only on that, you tend to forget about these stories that you started for fun. The same happened to me, so I'm sorry about that. This doesn't mean my schedule for writing TCFAW (short form for The Couple from Another World) is back on track because I'm being busy in real life at the most unexpected times. So, what I can really say is that whenever I got free time, like today where I couldn't sleep and decided to write the chapter, I'll write this or the one for Magician Endeavour. Anyway, thank you so much for listening to my rant, and I'll see you all in the next release! Goodbye!

Leyton spent a few more minutes perfecting the amount of power stored in each missile before firing it. As such, the area was covered in a lot of smoke and the sky was covered in murky clouds while the land was littered with craters from the explosions. “Phew,” he said after finally finishing in finalising the output. “Program:- Set Missile power: 30%.” Lexi and Veva stood beside him during his experimentation alongside his wife, who had said, “I think that’s enough.” “Um…? How about a little more, sir? Maybe 50%, sir?” Lexi asked curiously while standing beside him. “It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, right sir?” Viva asked hopefully. He looked at the two angels with raised eyebrow before saying sardonically, “Yeah right. 50% is enough to destroy a city in one go! Even 30% is a bit much, but it’s better than outright destruction, so I’m going with it.” Both Lexi and Veva’s shoulders slumped weakly as they resigned to the fact while he turned to the tank that had grass stains all over its body. It had been flipped upside-down by the strong wind created by the unexpected amount of power it contained in its missile in the initial test. After the angels made the tank float through the air and set it upright, he complained with, “Man! I hope it’s working again.” After casing the spell, “Program:- Command START: Start the engine and be ready for action,” he activated it with the issued command and its engine roared into life. He became satisfied with it, but worried that it might be damaged, he cast the spell, “Repair,” which made the tank glow in green light while sounds came from inside the tank as it was mended. When the repairing was done, he began testing out the output of the missile power, which resulted in a land nearly destroyed around them. So, once his testing was complete, he decided to move on and summon 49 tanks when his wife suggested that they should clean it. “Clean it?” He asked, looking surprised. “Why?” “What do you mean: why? It’ll look good. Plus, it’ll improve its performance once it’s clean.” At her suggestion, he relented and cast the spell, “Clean,” on the tank. The tank was covered in a dim light before the stains disappeared and made it look brand-new. When he saw that she was smiling in satisfaction, he turned back and extended his hand to an empty land and cast the spell, “Summon 49 Tanks.” There a brilliant glow of light that lasted for several seconds before it disappeared and revealed 49 tanks neatly standing in rows with small gaps to let humans to walk in-between them. “Wow,” said Lexi in amazement. “Those are a lot of tanks, sir,” said Veva, equally as amazed as Lexi. Skye stared at all the tanks in amazement and asked her husband, “A-Are you going to program them all?” “Of course not,” he replied, and caused all three girls to look confused. “I’ll copy and paste the parameters.” “Huh?” All three of them asked, looking confused. Leyton turned to the first tank he summoned and pointed his left hand at it before saying, “Program Copy.” Then he aimed with his right hand at one of the 49 tanks and said, “Program Paste.” In an instant, the first tank’s light glowed before it shot out of the tank and flew through the air before hitting the tank he was pointing at. Before the light could dim on the new tank, Leyton shifted his right hand to point at another tank and said, “Paste.” Once again, the light from the first tank flew over to the new tank and dimmed a few seconds. By then, he had shifted his right hand’s aim at another tank and repeated this process until all the tanks had been copied with the same parameters of the first tank. “Easy-peasy,” he said with a smile. Then he sighed and lamented, “Maybe I should’ve tried using Paste All but oh well.” “D-Did you just copy over the… settings of… this tank to… all those tanks?” Veva asked while Lexi appeared to be speechless from the shock of comprehending what just happened. “Yeah,” he replied with a smile. “It’s very handy.” “It’s cheating,” his wife grumbled. “Oh, come on! I’m not going to waste time programming every tank! That’s too tiring!” He retorted exasperatedly. “Besides, this is a much better way of putting time to good use.” She sighed and asked, “So, what will you summon now?” “I think I’ve got my ground forces covered, so I need air forces.” Skye got scared and exclaimed, “Don’t tell me you’re going to summon a fighter jet!” “Of course not!” He replied firmly. “They’re too powerful! No. I was thinking of summoning helicopters. Military twenty to be exact.” “Oh,” she said and sighed in relief. “I was just worried that you’re going to do something crazy.” “Oh man,” he said and rolled his eyes to the heavens above. Turning to a spot that was empty, he extended his arm out and said, “Summon Helicopter.” He was visioning a military helicopter in his mind, something which he had seen on the television. Sure enough, an exact replica of the helicopter appeared in front of them once the dazzling light appeared and disappeared. Leyton smiled in satisfaction and said, “Okay. Program:- Command LOAD: Intake energy from the area and turn it into missiles and load them;Command RELOAD: Discard the empty shells and activate command LOAD;Command DESCEND: Fly down, optional to specify how far to descend or land completely, alias command is LOWER;Command ASCEND: Raise into the air, optional to specify how far to go up, alias command is RISE; Command HOVER: Remain hovering in current spot without moving anywhere;Command FIRE: Launch the loaded missile to my specifications, alias command is LAUNCH, optional to give the direction to fire at;Command INTERCEPT: Engage and destroy any incoming attacks;Command MOVE: Intake energy from the area and convert it to fuel, optional to give the distance, height and/or direction to move;Command STOP: Stop performing current action without losing altitude, optional to specify FIRE, MOVE, DESCEND, ASCEND, HOVER, or ALL;” Once he finished programming it, he nodded in satisfaction and said, “Okay. That should do it for the programming. Now for testing—?” Skye became alarmed by his words and cut across his words by saying, “Leyley, before you test it out, remember to set the output to the minimum.” He laughed and grinned at her while saying, “I know.” With his arm aimed at the helicopter, he said, “Program:- Set Missile power: 30%.” The helicopter glowed in a dim light as the parameter was set before he began testing it out. “Right. Helicopter, rise into the air by ten meters and hover there.” On his command, the helicopter’s engine came to life and the wings began swinging at a wild speed, causing a strong wind to buffet against them. Then it rose into the air by the meters he specified and came to hover there. He nodded in satisfaction and said, “Now, helicopter, fire in that direction.” As soon as he finished giving instructions, the helicopter swung a little to face in the direction he indicated and launched two missiles. Leyton became surprised by this, but he watched as the two missiles soared through the air and into the distance before landing. In an instant, a large explosion of power occurred, causing clouds of smoke to rise into the air while the ground shook just a little. Leyton continued testing the output by changing them between 35% to 55%. Finally, he settled on the output power of 45%. “I could do 55% but since it’s firing two missiles with one action, 45% is preferable since they’re different from the tank’s missiles,” he said with a smile. “You could make it fire only one missile,” Skye suggested. “I could, but I get this feeling it’s better to keep it as is,” he admitted and smiled softly at her. Then he turned away and said, “Right. With the testing done, time to summon 19 helicopters.” “Isn’t twenty a bit much?” She asked him, but he shook his head. “I’d like to scare my enemies before bringing down the doom on them,” he told her with a smile. She smiled wryly at him and said, “Sadist.” He laughed and aimed his hand at an empty patch of land and said, “Summon 19 helicopters.” Everyone was blinded momentarily before the light vanished and revealed 19 helicopters lined neatly beside each other in rows and columns. Once again, Leyton did what he did to the tanks by utilising the “Copy and Paste” spell to copy over the parameters from the first helicopter onto the rest of the helicopters, but this time he used “Past All” to save time and effort. “Okay! I think we’re ready to fight this enemy of ours!” He said with a smile. “You think?” Lexi asked, looking confused while Veva smiled in bemusement. Just then, his wife said, “Leyley.” “Yes?” He asked while turning to face her. “I don’t think it’s such a good idea to go to war so soon after coming to this world and, you know, with our previous world being destroyed by bombing and everything,” she said nervously while fidgeting with her fingers. He noticed this and sensed the anxiousness that she felt because it was the reason that the both of them died and came to this world. So, in a sense, it was a scar that latched itself in her heart and made her feel nervous now that they were finally going into action. So, he smiled and spoke kindly to her. “I know, but we have to take the fight to our enemy now that we got the chance. I don’t want us to regret not attacking them when we had the chance now. Besides, aren’t you expressing your opinion a little too late into this?” “I’m aware, but… if there’s a chance to back out of this, then…” she said weakly while looking sad. Leyton looked at his wife’s sad face and wondered what he should do to cheer her up. As he contemplated, a thought suddenly struck him, and he smiled as her. He turned away from her to face an empty space and aim his hand before activating his power. “Summon Lamborghini.” At his summon, there was a dazzling light before it dimmed and vanished, revealing a yellow polished car that was low and looked very stylish. “Will that cheer you up?” He asked, turning back to face her while indicating the car with his hand. Skye froze on the spot upon discovering the Lamborghini that he had summoned and seemed to be staring at the car in shock. It took her a few seconds to react slowly to this shocking find. “I-I-It’s… It’s a… a… a… Lam… Lambog… Lamborghini…!” She spoke in mounting excitement that rose to a very high level, which caused her to suddenly feel dizzy and make her eyes spin wildly before fainting on the spot.   ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “No way!” The boy exclaimed, looking shocked. “He summoned a luxury car!” “He certainly did,” the man said with a smile. “Fine. Even if I do accept the summoning, how the heck does he think he can drive that thing through grass without streets or road for that matter?” The older man looked at him in surprise before smiling and saying, “We’ll have to see and find out.” “Don’t tell me he’ll use magic to magically form the road in front or behind while the car is moving?” The boy asked skeptically, “or, is it like he’ll give some enhanced wheels to the car to make it move without the need for a road? Well?” “Like I said, we’ll have to find out in the next chapter,” the older man said, grinning at him. Then to change the subject, he said, “Still, it’s funny that Skye fainted from becoming too shocked and excited.” “Well, it’s obvious she liked that car very much but couldn’t afford it, so she fainted from shock,” the boy said, smiling a little and getting easily distracted. Then he shook his head and said, “Still! This is ridiculous! How can he just summon such a costly car! It almost feels like a wish fulfilment from the author!” “Oh? Is that how you think of it?” The older man asked, eyeing him shrewdly. “Yeah!” The boy said vehemently. “I mean, take a look at what he’s done! He summoned fifty tanks and twenty helicopters. If that wasn’t enough, he summoned a luxury car! This is seriously wish fulfilment from the author! No doubt about it!” This made the man chuckle and ask, “Oh? So, you’re saying you wouldn’t do this if it were to happen to you?” “Huh?” “Imagine. If you suddenly died and reincarnated in another world with nearly limitless power, you’re saying you’ll behave like a good boy, stick by the rules, and try to act ‘normal’ even though no one knows what it truly means?” “Um… Well…” the boy began and hesitated, looking troubled. “Be honest,” the older man asked, looking intently at him with a small smile. The boy hesitated for a few more seconds before he sighed and admitted, “Yes. I might consider doing all of this.” Then he looked at he older man seriously and said, “Still, it’s a bad thing if you do too much with such powers. There should be a set limit on what you could use that power for.” “You mean like use it for good and not for bad?” “Yes, and that’s why I don’t like this hero since he’s stealing the stuff from other worlds, from alternate realities!” The older man chuckled and said, “That argument will not find a conclusion unless the author stated it clearly, and even then, debates will continue going on forever. Take us, for example. I’m of the opinion that he’s conjuring them from his imagination while you keep stating he’s stealing from other places.” “My theory makes more sense because how can a vehicle, that got summoned from just imagining it, work so flawlessly like a real one?” The boy asked, looking curiously at him. “It’s magical,” the older man said with a smile, and the boy sighed. Then he asked the boy, “Do you honestly think fantasy stories are based on realism?” “To a certain extent, I believe so,” the boy admitted. “You have to be able to feel for the characters and the environment in which they live in at least.” The older man nodded in understanding and asked, “In that case, what is reality?” “Uh,” the boy said and blinked in surprise. “Reality is… what we’re facing, I think.” “So vague,” the older man said with a grin. “Well, it’s really hard to describe, you know?” The boy asked, looking annoyed. “I know that,” the man said softly. “Reality can be anything that you perceive as reality. For example, a reality could be that you’re a working parent, you’re a rich kid, or that you’re from a poor family with no hope at all. Different realities have different settings, and that changes one’s perspective. That’s why, there is no right or wrong in this world; just the truth of our situation.” The boy tried following the words that the older man said, but he could not understand it clearly and said, “Ugh. My brain hurts.” This made the man laugh and say, “That’s why, forget about reality and enjoy the story. Life is too short, and you can’t live with regrets, so have fun with the little time you have and make fond memories before taking your leave. That’s the best approach to life if you ask me, and the author shares this same principle.” “Yeah. I suppose so,” the boy said and nodded in agreement, looking a little baffled. “At least, he’s given us a smart MC.” “MC?” The man asked, looking curious. “Main character. Male character. You know what I mean,” the boy explained. “You and your shortened words,” the man said and laughed. “Anyway, he’s smart to use Copy and Paste spell to copy over all those parameters to the tanks and helicopters respectively.” “Yes, and in doing so, he answered your question,” the older man said with a smile. As the boy nodded with a small smile, the man asked him curiously, “So, you aren’t going to be angry at him?” “You’re the one who told me to enjoy the story without thinking too much about it,” the boy replied, and the man laughed and nodded in agreement. “Besides, I should’ve realised it, too, since it was kind of was obvious as I probably would’ve done the same thing.” “Like most people would do if they had such powers,” the older man supplied with a smile. “Yes, and now, we’re finally at the stage to see how this war plays out!” The boy said, and he started getting excited. “I wonder what’ll happen. Would they fight? Shoot some beam attacks, whip out some sword fights? Man, so much expectation.” “You’re expecting a little too much,” the older man said, looking amazed. The boy looked shrewdly at him and asked, “Don’t tell me none of those will happen, and they just bomb the place, and arrive to claim the enemy base? Wait! Don’t tell me that cheat code is actually a magic spell that defeats the enemy without breaking a sweat?!” As the boy was running his mouth away with his imagination going wild, the man chuckled and said, “Calm down.” When the boy became calm and looked at him, he went on saying, “There’s no way we can learn anything by just speculating about it. Turn to the next chapter and find out.” “On it!” The boy said firmly and gave him a thumbs up gesture, making the older man smile sweetly at him. Vertrex I was wondering whether people were thinking that maybe this is a wish fulfillment story and decided to address it through the boy's growing antics and the older man's patience in giving him valuable advice in life. So, I hope people didn't get offended by this and continue enjoying the story that I can offer right now. :) See you next time everyone! ;) The song that keeps me energized to write this story is this (language is Telugu if you're wondering). Mr. Majnu - Naalo Neeku

The world was coming to an end. How did it come to it? The reason the world was ending was because nuclear bombs had been launched all around the world. The official word was that a rogue virus had hacked itself into the nuclear facilities around the world and triggered the attacks. Some believed the attacks were launched by a secret group of organisations bent on destroying the world. Others declared that the tensions between the world nations had caused a strain on the soldiers and caused them to initiate an attack that was responded to swiftly with deadly force. “Whatever they claimed, the world will be destroyed in a few hours’ time!” The news reporter reported through the television screens around the world. “So, I suggest you spend these last few hours doing whatever! I’m going and hitting the beach!” With that said, the reporter rose to her feet, picked up her suitcase and headed out of the news reporter’s room. The telecast continued to play out, and transmitted the panicked yells of the people in the studio as they urgently cleared out of the building before the telecast died and the screen went blank. In a certain house, a young couple in their twenties were doing just that; having fun by playing games. They had gotten married only a short while ago and were inseparable, but upon learning of the news, the woman became devastated by the horrifying reality before her husband managed to convince her to play games with him. So, they sat down in their bedroom, switched on the two large televisions and booted up two consoles to play on separates screens. That was why the news channel was left active in the living room because the husband had taken his wife away into their room while the news was still being broadcast around the world. “I can’t believe this is how our lives are going to end,” commented his wife while playing the game. “I know, and it’s sad to think about,” he replied in agreement. After getting married, the couple had gone on their honeymoon, a trip travelling around the country, visiting places of great interest. They had only returned a few days ago, and suddenly this shocking news was dropped on them. As such, her reaction to being shocked and depressed at the prospect of their lives ending in such a short amount of time after recently getting married was nothing unexpected. “Cheer up,” her husband said, noticing that she was still looking sad and grinning at her. “I’ve taken you around the country and bought you a lot of clothes and accessories! So, cheer up and spend the remaining time with me playing games! Please?” When he asked in a sweet voice, she giggled and looked sweetly at him. “Alright. I’ll do anything for you, hubby.” He laughed, and they immersed themselves in playing the game for the next few hours, shouting at one another, having the best time they could possibly have by just staying at home. Only a few, like them, were spending their last remaining hours in peace and quiet while the rest of the world had gone into a frenzy. People lost their minds over the shocking news and were screaming for help while looting took over the streets as the attackers targeted local stores. A majority of the people, however, jumped into their cars and went to different places as a means to enjoy the last few hours they had left to live. The nuclear missiles flew through the air at high speeds to different parts of the world. The programmers were doing their utmost to stop this from happening, but they were tragically locked out of the systems and were left to only watch helplessly as their inevitable doom came. Just like the meteors that had showered down and decimated the Dinosaurs, the same was happening now to the civilisation known as Humanity. With each impact, an explosive nuclear bomb erupted and wiped out the cities in a blinding destructive flash of light. Nothing could deter this destruction, and no one stood a chance of surviving against it. As such, many cities vanished in a blink of an eye and spread a great debris of nuclear waste that clouded the sky and caused irreversible damage to the world. A few hours in, and countless lives were lost and whole cities vanished from the face of the Earth. Even so, the couple continued to play their game without a care in the world because their house was powered by solar energy, allowing them to avoid the problem of losing power like most people did. Finally, they felt their house shaking and understood that the devastation had finally reached them. They set down their controllers and looked each other before they got off their bed and walked out to stand at the veranda to stare out into the open. A devastating blinding flash of light was sweeping towards them and destroying everything in its way. People tried to run from it, screamed as much as they could, but still none were a match against the disaster created by humanity’s own foolishness. “I guess this is it,” the husband said slowly after a few seconds of silence between them. His wife instantly burst into tears and hugged him while saying, “No! I can’t accept this, not after finding a wonderful partner and a peaceful life!” He hugged her back and smiled sadly as tears formed in his eyes, feeling sad from this whole event. They had recently married, promising each other to live a long life happily together without harming others and living in peace. Yet, that promise was not going to be fulfilled as their lives reached their end. “If,” he began speaking softly into her ear. “If there is a chance at another life, then… then I wish to meet, love, and marry you again.” Her whole body shuddered from all the crying she was doing before she exclaimed, “Yes! Yes! I promise the same! If there’s a second chance, let’s meet again…! This time, lead a happy life!” “It’s a promise,” he replied sweetly, and pulled away from her to look into his wife’s face, whose face was covered in tears. “Don’t cry. It’s alright. Let’s meet again if there’s another chance.” She hiccuped and wiped her tears with the back of her arm and nodded while saying, “Yes! Definitely!” With the promise made, they turned to face the destructive white light looming closer before turning back to each other. Then he placed a gentle hand on his wife’s cheek and pulled her closer to kiss her on the lips. At the same time, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back with all the affection she had for him before the brilliant destructive flash of light swept forward, and they vanished into it. Thus, the lives of the young couple came to a tragic end.    ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “What?!” Exclaimed a boy’s voice in shock. “That’s so sad!” A kid sat on a chair made out of clouds and was sitting in front of a wooden table with clouds floating around him. He had been reading through the beginning of a book he had taken interest in after reading the title. However, his opinion changed when he read the first chapter, thinking what it was about. However, he was shocked to find that the first chapter alone contained a tragic ending that made him feel tears streaming down his face. “I know right?” Another voice said in agreement. On the other side of the table sat a figure, who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, and he smiled serenely at the kid. “The husband was 22-years-old while the wife was 18-years-old and only got married very recently. It’s a pity that their lives ended like that when they seemed to love each other very deeply. You could even say their marriage was made in heaven.” “This is rubbish! What was the author thinking?!” The boy said, slamming the book down on the table angrily. “A story should have a good beginning, not a tragic ending right from chapter one!” The man chuckled and responded with, “Well, the author had an interesting sense of humour because this isn’t the end that you think it is.” When the youth looked confused, he indicated at the book and said, “Continue with chapter two because their story isn’t over.” At his words, the boy looked at the book and reluctantly picked it up. But before he went on reading, he glanced at the man with a curious look on his face. “Say, do you know this story? Have you already read it before?” “I do,” replied the man vaguely. The youth nodded in understanding and asked, “So, what’s it about?” When asked that question, the man looked coolly at him and asked, “Isn’t it obvious?” He then chuckled and said, “It’s the story about the couple from another world.”

“Um… What just happened?” Leyton asked, staring blankly at the mess that became of the dragon. It was a large monster that had come to attack them, but after witnessing his wife being injured, Layton had yelled at it with the words, “How dare you hurt my Skye!” This resulted in his words somehow transforming into a powerful gust of wind that shredded the monster into pieces. “Ugh,” said Skye, and he quickly looked at his wife, who was staring at the mess with a complicated expression. “I don’t like this. I think I’m going to puke.” “Ah!” He said, and clapped his hands over her ears. His wife looked up at him and smiled wryly as she said, “I was joking.” “Oh,” he said and smiled bitterly while uncovering her ears. “So, how the hell did that thing get… well…!” “I have no clue,” admitted Skye, looking as confused as him. “Maybe they know?” They turned and look towards the two angels sitting on the ground while staring at the destruction of the monster with shocked looks on their faces. Clearly, they were not expecting that a powerful dragon of that size would get shredded to pieces like that from just words alone. “Um…?” He called out to them hesitantly. His call made them snap out of their reverie and look towards them with a wonderous looks on their faces. Then they flapped their wings and rose to their feet before they soared towards him and hugged him tightly from both ends. “Woah?!” He exclaimed, and the impact from them colliding against him made him fall on his back. “What’s the matter?” “Our hero!” Lexi exclaimed excitedly. “You saved us!” Veva said happily. “Eh?” Leyton said, blinking in surprise as the two girls hugged him from both sides. Skye, who watched this happen, looked sad that her husband was being hugged by two other women. Still, being the cheerful person that she was, she coughed and made a request to them. “Would you kindly get off my husband?” “Oh,” the angels said, realising what they were doing and smiled sheepishly at him. “Sorry, hero.” After apologising to him, they got off of him and moved back while he sat upright looking bemused. Then he turned to look at his wife and was amazed by the dull expression present on her face. “What is it?” “Oh. I just thought you looked happy being hugged by two women,” she commented dully. “Eh?!” He exclaimed and blinked in shock. Waving his hands at them, he said, “It’s a misunderstanding, Skye.” “I know,” she said, still remaining dull as ever, which made him make a disgruntled expression. He sighed and turned to the angels while asking them, “So, mind explaining what just happened?” The two angel girls blinked at him in surprise and then turned to look at one another before looking back at him. “Well, at a guess, I think your words became some kind of wind power that attacked the dragon,” explained Lexi. “Yeah. I guessed as much on my own,” he commented, smiling a little. “What I’m asking is how did my words become power?” “It’s your power, hero,” said Veva, and he looked at her in surprise. “You’re overwhelmingly power, which was why by merely shouting caused a torrent of wind that destroyed that dragon.” While he looked at her in surprise, Lexi added, “Your wife’s also overwhelmingly power.” “Me? As powerful as my husband?” Skye asked, looking at them and smiling in a disbelieving way. “That can’t be.” The two angels nodded resiliently and said, “Yes. It’s true, madam.” “Don’t tell me you have some kind of ability to sense power levels?” Leyton asked curiously. “We do,” the angels replied, making him widen his eyes a little. “Ever since we arrived, we’ve been feeling your overwhelming power, hero,” explained Lexi. “If we appeared nervous and anxious, that’s the reason; the two of your powers are just that overwhelming.” “Oh. But I don’t feel anything,” said Leyton, looking down at his hands. Then he turned to his wife and asked, “How about you, Skye?” “Nope. I don’t feel any different,” she replied, looking puzzled at their words. “Maybe not, but we certainly feel it and it’s amazing,” said Viva with a smile. “I see,” he said shortly, smiling wryly as he noticed the sparkles that seemed to appear in their eyes while looking at the both of them. Then he turned to look at the pieces of the monster meat that fell everywhere and asked, “We defeated it, but I don’t think that’ll be the end of that?” The angels nodded, and Lexi said, “I believe it’s best we leave before they figure out what had happened and send more dragons out way.” “I don’t see the problem of that,” said Leyton, and they blinked in surprise at him. “Sorry?” “Well, you said we’re really powerful, right? So, I was thinking of using this overwhelming power of ours and pay the leader of that… what’s that group name again?” “Embassy of Chaos.” “Yeah. I really wanted to pay their leader a visit and introduce myself. It’s the least I can do after the warm reception he sent for us,” he said and wore a smug look on his face. While the angels blinked at him in surprise, Skye became worried and said, “Wait, Leyton. Aren’t you being reckless? We don’t even know how to control this power of ours, let alone use it properly.” She was worried about her husband being reckless because she understood that his motive for suddenly wanting to meet the enemy was so that he could punch him in the face for my injury. Over the few months that they got married, she quickly understood that Leyton disliked anything that would hurt something that was precious to him, and she already knew she meant a lot to him. “It’s easy, Skye,” he remarked and made her blink in surprise. He turned back to the angels and asked, “I’m guessing magic exists in this world, but please clarify this point for me.” “It does, hero. What you used earlier was the wind magic,” replied Veva promptly. He nodded in understanding and asked, “Okay, and we can’t just go and visit the enemy’s leader?” “I think we’d be hard put to do that considering how large his army is,” stated Lexi wryly. “We’d need a large considerable army to break through them, which we don’t have at the moment,” expressed Veva in sorrow. “Mmm,” said Leyton, thinking about what he just heard. “That makes sense. We’d need an army, or a substantial fighting force in order to breach through the enemy’s defences.” He remained silent while thinking about what to do before he looked at the angels and asked, “Is summoning magic possible?” “Yes,” they replied automatically. “Okay. So, I just have to imagine what I want to summon and say the words out loud?” “That’s right,” they said, blinking in surprise. “And how does the summoning work? Does it create the object and summon it here, or summons an existing object here?” “Well,” began Lexi doubtfully and looked towards Veva. “If the person you’re summoning does exist and is alive, they will get summoned here. As for summoning an object, I’m unsure of what’ll happen since summoning magic is difficult to do.” “I see,” he said, nodding in understanding. “What’re you thinking, Leyton?” Skye asked her husband curiously. “Oh. Something interesting,” he said with a small smile. He rose to his feet and turned away from them to use the summoning magic safely away from them. Then he aimed his hand in front of him and visualised what he wanted to summon before saying, “Summon Tank.” In an instant, a brilliant glowing light occurred in front of them that caused the angels and Skye to cover their eyes. It lasted for a few seconds before the light dimmed and vanished, restoring the view back to normal. When they opened their eyes, all three ladies were shocked by what they saw. There was an armoured vehicle that looked both heavy and tough from its exterior alone. It looked both powerful and destructive judging by its appearance as it looked like it was meant for combat. “W-What is that?!” Both of the angels exclaimed in shock. “It’s a tank!” Skye exclaimed, looking alarmed. Leyton, who had summoned the tank, was staring at this in disbelief as he muttered, “Wow. It worked?” The reason for his reaction was because he was not expecting anything to actually happen. The explanation from the angels made him think that summoning magic only brought what already existed to the summoning location. However, he had a wild hope that he could summon this thing and just went with it, which resulted in it actually working much to his surprise. “You wanted to summon this?” Skye asked her husband in amazement. “Yeah,” he replied and clenched his fists tightly while forming a confident smile on his face. “This is awesome. I’m starting to like this world already.” Then he spoke in a loud voice by saying with a big grin on his face, “Alright! Time to build up my army and go greet this enemy of ours!”   ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “Wow! He summoned a frigging tank!” The boy exclaimed, looking shocked. “Yeah. Quick thinking on his part,” the man admitted with a smile. “That's great and all, but how does he plan on operating it? It needs fuel, ammunition, driver and an operator, and what we know so far about him, he doesn't have any of those skills and don't go telling me he'll figure things out because he's overwhelmingly powerful because that just doesn't cut it!” He looked intently at the older man with a challenging expression. The older man blinked at him in surprise and spoke softly to him. “Relax. He's a smart guy. I'm sure he'll figure something out.” Seeing him evade the challenge, the boy sighed and decided to move on from that topic. “Sure. I guess, but what is up with his recklessness? It’s absurd.” “Well, he’s already given his reasons, hasn’t he?” “What? Going to greet the villain because he attacked them first? That’s just madness. It’s like skipping all the levels and going straight to the endgame.” “It’s not a game.” “It feels like one to me,” the boy replied vehemently, and the man sighed in resignation. “Well, you’re probably right, but you’ve got to admit; a husband would want to punch the face of the guy responsible for hurting his wife. Don’t you think?” “Probably but… I don’t think anyone would be as foolhardy as this protagonist?” The boy asked in uncertainty. The older man laughed and said, “That makes him an interesting person.” “It makes him a dangerous person with a screw loose or something,” the boys said, looking disgruntled. “Like I said, he’s an interesting character, who is both unique and different to the rest. The same goes for his wife, who’s pretty chill considering most wives would’ve scolded or pulled their husband away by the ear.” “You’re right on that one,” the boy admitted with a small smile. “I like her.” “Too bad she’s a fictional character, otherwise, she’d make a good wife material,” the older man remarked with a smile, and the boy sighed wearily. “Anyway, how did the summoning magic work? I mean, judging by the explanation the angel Veva gave, he shouldn’t be able to summon a military tank because obviously it doesn’t exist in that new world, and his old was destroyed, so he can’t summon it from there.” “He could’ve created it with his imagination and brought it to life?” The man questioned the boy curiously. “That puts him on the level of a frigging God!” The boy exclaimed, looking shocked. “Maybe he is one? Who knows?” The older man asked vaguely and chuckled to himself. The boy eyed him suspiciously before he shook his head and said, “I think he probably summoned one from another world from an alternate reality.” The man blinked at him in surprise and asked, “Did you even understand what you just said?” “I certainly did!” The boy replied, looking cross. “It makes more sense than him being on the level of a God because that begs the question: why and how did he and his wife gain such overwhelming power when they were ordinary people not too long ago?” To that, the older man smiled and replied, “Well, I’m sure we’ll find out sooner or later, but you won’t be learning anything by guessing and talking about it. Come on. Read the next chapter already.” “I am. I am. Don’t be pushy,” the boy said crossly while the man smiled serenely at him.

There was a feeling of a fresh breeze touching his skin, so the man opened his eyes. He found himself standing in an open grassy field that stretched for kilometres in front of him. Looking up, he saw the sky being clear blue with the sun shining its beautiful light down on him. “Huh?” He was puzzled, confused even, by this unprecedented turn of events. “Why am I… alive?” He asked, and looked down at his hands. This man was the husband who had vanished into the brilliant destructive light from the nuclear attack that had hit where he lived at. He remembered clearly that he had died together with his wife, whom he had kissed one final time thinking that he would never get the chance to see her again. “Could this be heaven?” He wondered aloud. There was nothing to explain such a thing, and he felt heaven would look like a better place than this. He shook his head, reasoning that this was not heaven, but a different place, perhaps a different world. It was unclear how he knew this, but he somehow knew that he was in another world. “Skye,” he whispered, calling out his wife’s name and realising the implications of him being alive meant. He began turning around while calling out her name by, “Skye! Where are you?” He glanced around at his surroundings, hoping to find his wife there. Instead, he saw an unfamiliar woman lying motionless on the ground. She was young, beautiful, and looked slender, wearing beautiful clothes. “Who’s this?” He muttered curiously as he did not recognise her at first. As she continued to lie there motionless, he grew worried that maybe she was dead. However, when he saw her chest slowly rising and falling, he sighed in relief. Unfortunately, one bad habit of his surfaced when he glanced at her chest. “A little bigger than Skye’s?” He questioned himself, feeling unsure. The one thing this man always did was glance at a girl’s chest and compare it to his wife’s chest. He even went as far as stating his opinion to his wife, to which she would chide him for being a pervert. Thinking about what she would have said if she was there made him become depressed at the thought that he would never see her again. As if in reaction to his thoughts, the unconscious woman stirred and moaned softly as if she was waking up from a deep sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and peered groggily up at him before widening them in shock and sitting upright. “W-What’s going on?! Where is this place?!” She exclaimed in a shocked voice. “Calm down,” he told her in a soothing voice. “As for what’s going on, I have no clue either.” “Oh,” she said slowly, looking sad when she suddenly remembered something and began shouting, “Leyton! Leyton! Where are you, Leyton!” The man became alarmed by her sudden shouting and asked in a surprised voice, “Leyton?” “It’s the name of my husband!” She said while continuing to glance at her surroundings. He was taken by surprise by this revelation and made him slowly ask, “D-Does that mean… you’re Skye?” “Yes,” she replied, turning and facing him with a curious look on her face. “That’s my name, but… how did you know?” She was looking curiously at him, but he was staring at her as if he could not believe what he was seeing. He slowly raised a hand and placed it on his chest to indicate as he introduced himself to her. “I’m Leyton, Skye. I’m your husband.” There was a momentary pause in which her eyes widened with shock, and she whispered, “You’re… my husband? That can’t be…! You and my husband don’t look alike!” “And you and Skye don’t look alike either!” He replied, looking equally as shocked as her. “But your voice… it’s the same as my husband’s voice…” “Yours also sounds the same as my wife’s voice.” The man and woman stared at each other in silence for several seconds before the woman broke it. “Okay. This is strange,” she said, commenting about the situation they were in. “You have the same name and voice as my husband, but I can’t accept that you’re him.” “The same goes for me too, miss,” he replied, looking seriously at him. “My wife is my wife, and the only thing you both share in common is your names and voices.” The woman nodded, but a slight hesitation came over her, and she asked, “Yes, but… what if you’re my actual husband?” He blinked in surprise and asked, “Well then, ask me something that only you and your husband shared only between yourselves.” She nodded in agreement and asked, “Alright. What’s the one thing you know about you, something that you always proudly share with your wife about and she always chides you for?” Her question made him blink in surprise before he responded with, “Um… Comparing her chest with others and feeling proud about it, I guess.” His response shocked her, and made her widen her eyes while making her go silent. “That’s… That’s what my husband does,” she replied in a quiet voice. “Huh?!” He exclaimed, looking alarmed. This made him quickly ask, “Okay. Uh. Tell me something that you call your husband when you two are alone.” She looked at him and blushed a little before she replied with, “Leyley.” It was his turn to become shocked by her response before slowly saying, “That’s… right! Does that mean…? Skye!” “Leyton!” She called out to him as the two finally realised who the other person was. Overcome with emotions, the two rushed forward and hugged each other really tightly. Skye was crying into his shoulders while he too was crying into hers. For a while, the only sound came from the sobbing the couple made as they released the emotional distress they had been feeling ever since coming to this world. “Leyton!” “Skye!” “I’m so glad to see you!” “I too feel the same way!” They remained like that for several seconds before they pulled away while wiping their tears with the back of their hands. Then they smiled at each other, happy and glad to see each other again, although the feeling was slightly different because their outward appearances were different. “It feels kind of strange that you’d ask me the one thing you knew I would respond with all honesty,” he said, smiling bemusedly. “I had faith in you,” she replied with a sweet smile that touched his heart. Then she became curious at their appearances and asked, “Still, why are our bodies so different?” “I’m not too sure,” replied Leyton, looking puzzled. Then he guessed by saying, “Maybe, we look like this because our old bodies were destroyed in that explosion and we needed new bodies to live in this new world?” “Wait. New world?” She asked him, looking amazed and glancing around her surroundings. “I just thought we were in heaven.” He chuckled and stated, “That’s what I thought at first too, but I also thought that heaven might look differently to this. So, it’s reasonable to believe that the two of us got transported into another world.” “Really, because all this talk sounds like something that happens in a fantasy novel.” “It does, doesn’t it?” He asked, grinning at her. “Still, I wonder how we ended up getting here.” “Yes. I was sure we were a goner,” his wife admitted, looking sad. Leyton noticed the sadness of his wife and smiled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into him. “It’s okay. We’re still alive, and we are together again. I don’t see us not being able to solve any problem now that we have each other.” “You’re right,” she said and smiled sweetly at him. As they smiled at each other, the wind suddenly began to blow quickly, and ruffled their clothes. Then they heard the sound of flapping wings coming their way, and they turned in that direction to see two unknown figures flying through the sky towards them. “Leyton…?” Skye asked slowly, looking worried. “Stay behind me, Skye,” he said while facing the unknown figures with a serious look on his face. She obediently hid behind his back and peered over his side at the two unknown figures that flew over to them. As they drew closer, the two of them could make out that they were young girls with wings sprouting out of their back; one possessing white wings while the other possessed black wings. “Angels?” Leyton asked curiously as it was the first thing that hit him when he saw who they were. The so-called Angels flew through the air and landed gently in front of the couple before getting into a kneeling position. This surprised Leyton and Skye, who still was hiding behind her husband’s back and looked curiously at them. “Greeting to the individuals from another world,” they greeted them in a polite voice. Leyton widened his eyes in amazement and whispered to his wife, “They know about us.” Then the two girls looked up at him and pleaded, “Please, save our world!”    ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “Well, I’m glad they’re reunited and everything, but what is this strange turn of events?” The boy asked, looking up from the book at the man sitting across the table to him. “They died in their own world, and now are requested to save this new world?” “Quite fitting, don’t you think?” The man asked with a small smile. “They weren’t able to save their old world, but now, they get the chance to save their new world. Sounds interesting to me.” “Yes, but with what confidence did those angels ask them? I mean, they probably looked like your everyday folk you come across the street,” the boy commented. “By the way, there are Angels, so does that mean there are other races too?” “Sure,” the man said, nodding in assent. “They’ll probably appear later on in the story.” “I see,” the boy said and nodded in understanding. “What about my question about the angels’ confidence in our protagonists?” The man eyed him with a raised eyebrow and asked, “Don’t ask me about every single thing that goes on there. Try to read, understand, and analyse. It’s not that hard, you know?” With that, he winked at the boy, who raised an eyebrow in a bemused way. He relented and said, “Fine, but I can’t ignore just how strange their exchange was to check that the other person was really who they think they are.” “Is there something wrong with it?” “Well, they could’ve done it differently by asking different questions, you know? Like, asking when their birthday was, or what was the first gift that they bought for each other. Instead, the wife asks something strange, and the husband gives her a really strange response.” The older man chuckled and replied, “You’re right. They probably could’ve done that, but they did what suited them best. Like, anyone could learn about their date of birth and gifts are easily forgotten. Instead, they chose to ask the other person what best distinguished them from the rest and showed their strong bond and how well they knew each other.” “It does show that the husband is a pervert,” the boy said dully. There was a momentary pause before the man replied with a wry smile, “Are we really going to have a conversation about that?” “Seriously, though!” The boy pressed on, ignoring the man’s obvious exasperation. “It’s so weird for a husband to compare… well… you know what I mean.” This made the man burst into a hilarious laughter before he admitted, “You’re certainly right on that one. He is a pervert, but you could argue that this kind of pervert is better than a savage pervert.” “What? There are two kinds of them?” The boy asked, raising an eyebrow in bewilderment. “Yes,” the man replied with a nod of his head. “This kind of pervert, also known as a closet pervert, is one who enjoys his fetish while keeping it to himself, or shares it with his friend or partner. A savage pervert is someone who openly describes his fetishes and has no control over it, leading to them doing some really dumb things like attacking people and so on.” The boy stared at him in shock for a moment in silence before saying, “I can’t believe I just heard that.” “You don’t need to believe it; just accept the fact.” “But—!” “And, if you didn’t realise already, we’re talking about something really silly,” the man said, smiling wryly at him. “Just accept those parts as one of the author’s strange sense of humour and move on.” His words made the boy look at him wearily and sigh before asking, “Fine, but the author sure is a little strange in the head.” The older man laughed at those words before the boy looked at him and asked in a curious voice, “Before I move onto the next chapter, can you at least tell me if there’s more of this kind of humour?” The man blinked at the boy’s question and shrugged his shoulders as he said, “I don’t know. Find out for yourself by reading the chapter. But, believe me, it starts to get very interesting,” and he winked.

The Embassy of Chaos were known as the beings that cause chaos and destruction wherever they went. Their settlement was located away from the other Embassies and it was fortified by tall walls made of stone. In addition to that, they had warriors stationed atop the walls in a line to guard the place. Behind the wall was a huge army comprised of many different monsters from various races and sizes. There were dragons, demons with horns, and beasts with inhuman features that walked on two feet with claw like hands, and they were located in each quadrant of the settlement. Several demonic beings with horns with jet like wings moved among the army, checking on their supplies and arranging the armies into groups. There were others stationed inside tents communicating with other forces that were spread around the world with mission of their own to conduct. It was during one of these transmissions that they found out about something that shocked all of them. They informed a spectacled demon with large horns, and he widened his eyes before quickly marching out of the tent and towards the fort in the centre of the settlement. After walking through the entrance, he arrived at a large door and knocked on it twice before he heard the command, “Enter.” He turned the knob of the door and pushed it open to go inside, where he saw a large u-shaped table with many seats. Presently, only one was filled by a man, and he was seated at the other end of the room at the centre of the table. That person was none other than the leader of the Embassy of Chaos, Everett Scrivenor. “What is it, commander?” His leader asked him curtly. “I thought I told everyone to leave me alone for a while, haven’t I?” The commander gulped as he knew his leader was a very temperamental person, and would lash out if he was pushed in the wrong way. So, he chose his words carefully and informed him of the situation. “Sir, it’s an urgent news that we received from one of the checkpoints.” His leader did not say anything, appearing to narrow his eyes as he waited for the commander to say it. He had a slender body and appeared quite normal according to the standards of a demon, however, his eyes were red vertical pupils, and he had six jet black wings compared to the two or four wings that most demons have. That itself was an indicator of his superiority over them. The commander took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh before telling him about the dragon. “Sir. It appears that the dragon we had sent to take care of the individuals from another world was defeated.” This news caused the leader to widen his eyes in alarm and made him ask, “What? Defeated? Did you check the news properly?” “I certainly did, sir,” he said, nodding his head in assent. “They reported that they lost the signal from the dragon, and could not trace its life signs—!” “—meaning that it was killed in battle,” his leader finished, and glared at him. “Did you send the strongest dragon like I ordered you to?” “We did, sir!” The commander replied quickly, realising that his leader was growing angry by the second. “It was a Red Dragon, one of the strongest from the dragon class and it was capable of destroying an entire city on its own!” “And it lost to some random individuals from another world?” Everett asked coldly. “W-Well…” the commander said and faltered, realising no amount of excuses he conjured up could hide the truth. He looked hesitantly at him before admitting, “T-They were… probably strong, sir.” At his words, Everett snorted and replied, “Nonsense. That dragon must’ve been killed due to trickery. No matter. If one fails, let’s send ten next time.” “Yes, sir!” The commander said, and saluted while inwardly sighing in relief that he was not punished. It was at that moment that the door to the room burst open and someone stood there breathing heavily. As it appeared, this person had run to them as fast as he could because of something that was so urgent that he had to ignore the proper etiquette of knocking and entering. “Sir, there’s a prob—!” Suddenly, he was silenced when a laser came out of nowhere and pierced through his throat, killing him instantly. The attack originated from Everett’s finger, which he casually raised and aimed at the man before firing the attack. “What a rude fellow,” he commented casually, looking satisfied since he got to relieve the pent-up anger he felt over the loss of a powerful dragon. The commander, who was shocked by the man’s sudden entry into the room, watched with sorrow as he lay dead on the floor. Then he remembered the man was saying something and turned to speak to his leader. “Sir, I think he was here to inform us about something.” “Go find out what it is,” his leader replied curtly. “O, and make sure to clean up this mess.” At his words, the commander looked at the dead body and nodded wordlessly. He aimed his hand down at the man’s body that caused him to float into the air and move out of the room. Then he washed away the blood on the floor by waving his hand that caused water to appear before wiping it away with another wave of his hand before he exited out of the room. He quickly hurried out of the fort and felt an unrest among the army as if something was wrong, especially the beasts and the dragons. Unlike the demons, they had an acute sense that allowed them to sense things that are far away and feel things that cannot be sensed by normal means. Then he heard it, a strange whirring sound somewhere far away. He hurried towards the front of the settlement and walked out through the large gates to find the guards looking just as worried as him. “Sir, something is coming this way!” One of the guards told him in a worried voice. “Yes. I hear it too,” the commander replied, narrowing his eyes and looking into the distance. While the sound of whirring sounds drew closer, they could also hear the sound of grinding sounds as something moved along the ground. Then they saw a large mass of green appear in the horizon and move slowly towards them. At the same time, they noticed that there were odd objects flying high in the sky above the mass of green. “W-What are those?!” One of the guards exclaimed in shock. “I have no clue!” Said another honestly. “It’s my first time seeing something like that!” The commander gritted his teeth and looked up at the ramparts and bellowed, “Can you see what they are?” “Yes, sir, but I don’t recognise any of them!” The reply came in a loud carrying voice. “How many of them can you see?” “More than fifty, sir! As for the ones flying, I spot twenty of them!” “That’s not many,” the commander muttered, turning back to face the front. “Yet, why do I get this feeling that we’re in a bad situation?” The sound from the incoming unknown entities soon began to reverberate in the surrounding environment and made their ears prickle from the volume. They stared in shock at the incoming entities before the commander realising a battle was imminent and turned to order his men that stood behind him. “Men! Prepare for battle!” Like him, they too were transfixed by the strange appearance of the green in the horizon before they nodded at him in agreement. After saluting to him, they turned around and sprinted back into the settlement to get the army ready while the commander turned back to face the unknown entities that made a lot of sound. A few seconds later, the advancing beings came to a halt, and while the sound continued to echo in the surroundings, they appeared to not move anymore. This confused him and the watching guards, including the guards on the ramparts that had a better view than those on the ground. “They stopped, sir!” They informed the commander. “I can see that for myself!” The commander replied angrily. “What I want to know is—!” What he wanted to know was lost, cut off when an ear-splitting shrieking sound occurred from the mass of green. This caused everyone to wince with shock and clap their hands over their ears in shock by the unbelievably loud sound. A moment later, they uncovered their ears that were still ringing with the sound and heard a voice that said, “Oopsy-daisy. That was loud.” Then they heard a much lower volume of a female voice that responded to the speaker, “Be careful, Leyton. You could’ve destroyed our eardrums with it.” “Yeah. Sorry about that, Skye,” the man, named Leyton, replied to her in a low voice. Then his voice boomed again as it was directed at the Embassy of Chaos as he said, “Ahem! Greetings, people! We’re the people that came from another world that you tried to recently destroy and failed miserably.” That introduction shocked the guards while the commander clenched his fists and muttered, “So, it’s them, but what are they doing here so soon? In fact, what happened to the checkpoint on the way?” While he was muttering to himself, he heard the speaker go on saying, “By the way, I want to make sure of something, so here goes.” They heard him take a deep breath before exclaiming, “All your base are belong to us!”   ==== + ==== + ==== + ====   Closing the Book   “What?!” The boy exclaimed, staring at the last dialogue of the chapter in shock. “What in the world was that?!” The man burst into laughter and asked, “Quite unexpected, isn’t it?” “Yes!” The boy admitted, looking up at him in shock. “Not only did he gather what sounded like fifty tanks and twenty helicopters, but he also tried to use something that sounded like a cheat code, although I didn’t get the reference.” The man chuckled and said, “You’re right, but it was originally a quote from an old computer game called Zero Wing. Then it became really famous and was used widely in other games as a cheat code to win the battle automatically.” “Oh! I get it now!” The boy said, nodding in understanding. “That means he was probably trying to see if it worked or not.” “He sure was,” the man replied with a smile. “Honestly…!” The boy said, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is ridiculous! What was he thinking, using a cheat code from a game in that kind of situation? In fact, what was the author thinking?! I was only joking about this feeling more like a game, but it seems like the author is taking me too seriously!” “Being unexpected, I guess?” “There should be a limit to how unexpected one can be!” “Yeah, well, it’s hard to control the imagination when it starts flying through the roof.” “You make it sound like it’s a good thing.” “Admit it, it’s funny, isn’t it?” The older man asked with a grin on his face. “Fun is based on perspective, and it being more ridiculous makes more sense,” the boy stated wearily. “But then again, we’ve already established about the author being crazy, so I suppose this was something we should’ve seen coming.” His words made the man chuckle and respond with, “Well, read on, to the next chapter since it’s getting so exciting.” “Yes, but I’d like to know how he managed to move so many tanks and helicopters!” Suddenly, the boy had a wild idea and he exclaimed, “Don’t tell me he summoned people from other worlds to pilot them?!” “Pft!” The older man said and burst into a hilarious laughter, causing the boy to look strangely at him. Even after recovering, he continued to smile widely as he asked, “Seriously? You think that makes sense?” “Well if my theory about the tanks being summoned from another world from an alternate reality is true, then this makes sense!” The boy stated, nodding in agreement to his own words. “This means that, not only did he steal the tanks and helicopters from another world from an alternate reality, but he also kidnapped people from there. Then he probably put them under his mind control and made them pilot the vehicles! That would make our male protagonist… a bad guy!” With his imagination running wild, the boy began sprouting stuff that made the man blink at him in amazement. “You’ve got quite the imagination there,” the man said finally, and the boy looked at him in shock. “But my theory makes perfect sense!” The boy replied adamantly. The older man chuckled and replied, “We’ll see if there’s truth to it or that you’re just flying off your handle with your imagination once you stop talking and check out the next chapter.” “Yeah!” The boy said firmly with determination, and the man smiled expectantly at him.

I, Senra, looked at the app icon of the game I bought -- ``Deathless Empire'' -- A VWMMO sandbox RPG. A few years back, technology had advanced to the point where devices had the ability to create worlds. In these ``virtual'' worlds, users feel like their surroundings are real (which, in a way, they are). In fact, All senses are reproduced without difficulty. This system had been created as an alternative to freezing users' muscles, as doing so would often result in death, or other similar circumstances. Simply put, there were two machines, one was able to analyse the body, recognize the nervous system, copy it's chemical flow, deconstruct the body and send the information to the second machine, which was in charge of maintaining, sometimes in a loose definition of the word, a virtual world. The reverse process could also be generated. These machines are altogether branded as VirtWurld. I, who was currently standing (or rather floating) in a body created by these machines, in the ``Home World'', pressed the icon. Rapidly, my surroundings warped and a window popped up: ``Welcome, would you like to use your default user name?'' YES NO [YES], I entered, of course. I wanted to get to the game, not waste my time picking a name! ``Would you like to build a new body, use the default body (your current body; this will result in your race being human), or generate a random body (this will skip the rest of the steps of character creation and send you straight into the game)?'' NEW BODY  DEFAULT RANDOM I did not want to waste my time on a new character either, and [DEFAULT] was the best option, as I would not have to get used to a new body. Alas, at the last moment, my finger went too far to the left and clicked [RANDOM]. I stared at the window in disbelief as a loading bar trudged begrudgingly across it, along with some senseless too-fast-to-read text posted underneath. This game was notorius for it's randomiser. Not only was the job randomly selected, but no one who had used it, as of yet, had gotten away with a symmetrical body. More often than not, the avatar would have a dystrophy and would be unable to walk. Some even missed some fingers. This was a result of the character creator being so infinitely precise that every single muscle, bone, and tissue in the body could be fine-tuned. The randomians, as they were called, would also have a hard time finding themselves a party and would face severe discrimination. As such, most randomians quit within a month, despite the game not being free, since the game had no reset button, courtesy of it's eccentric creators (their reason was that ``There should only be one soul per body.'') Obviously, the game had been released a long time ago, but somehow it's support still ran well and over 50k players were active, around a quarter being permanent (permanent players never left the game). ``Loading complete. Welcome to `Deathless Empire' '' My surroundings flashed white and the usual feeling of disorientation assaulted me.

The next day I woke up and went to the higher town. On the canopy of a neighbouring house leaned a man. He had a look of loneliness in his eyes, as he looked towards the glowing gem. I had nothing to do, so I approached him. “SunRa, isn’t it?” he confirmed. Nodding, I came closer. “I am sorry if my gaze saddens you, these green crystal remind me of the ring I once had given my wife. It’s been two years; on that day, she was bitten by a mosquito. I regret the VirtWurld not coming out earlier, but at the same time, I pity our relationship, for I lived to see their diffusion. now, every morning, I find myself staring at an emerald in another world and another body” Whew, that was heavy, and also a weird way to start a conversation, if any. But I could relate to his sorrow: my own family had died to the same disease. my real body had also caught it, yet I got pushed into a VirtWurld by my father. He never followed. “My name is Aleks, by the way. I'm a level 79 Bladesman, a class up from warrior. This evening, after you've received your bow, come and knock at my door, and I will finish your training. We will train by night as most monsters in this forest are diurnal, so rest well until then.” My goal in going to the higher town was to get acquainted with the rest of the villagers, but it seems almost no one else was here. One of the central buildings had their window open, so I approached it. There was a sign with a two knives, a cleaver and a hunting knife, crossed, engraved on it. Cutting boards, pots, pans, spoons, forks, chop sticks, various knives, rope, and snare wire were lined up on the counter. the shopkeeper, a large man, welcomed me. “I don't have money yet, so I'll come back later.” In shame, I turned to leave yet his voice stopped me. “There is no such thing in our society. As there are only seventy five of us, it is much easier to simply keep tabs on each other and remind ourselves not to take what we don't need. This sets us apart from the humans, who have lost most of their sense of order and morals.” Confused, I looked at the shopkeeper who passed me a curved carving knife. “For your defense. Although a bow is a scout's main weapon, it often helps to bear a knife in case of any surprises.” Graciously, as I felt he wouldn't allow otherwise, I accepted the knife and asked: “what's wrong with the humans?” taking on a serious face the shopkeeper answered “Quickly after the game started, some human players overthrew the NPC rulers and established a rule of the strong. By restricting access to certain hunting zone, they kept their friends in power. There are some really horrible rumours about their lands. If you are human you hope not to spawn in their country, for fear of becoming a slave.” I thanked him for the explanation and got ready to head over to Vectan's, but noticed a problem: the knife had a sheath, yet I did not have belt, I only had the clothes I spawned in : a dress. Enquiring about it, I got as response that the textile merchant was still organizing his wares, and that his store would open in the afternoon. I knocked at Vectan's top door, Lidia answered. “Oh, hello SunRa! please come in. Your bow is coming along nicely, but I got hungry so I came home to eat.” Home? Lidia pulled my arm and brought me inside, down the stairs to a large conference table. On it was cake. For breakfast? My stomach grumbled, reminding me I had yet to eat since I spawned. Vectan came in the room and noticed the situation. He sighed “Lidia, didn't you already have breakfast? And why cake?” Lidia gave a pitiful gaze to Vectan. As she seemed to really want the cake I interjected “She seems to want to talk to me and I haven't had breakfast yet. Could you please get me anything but cake so that we can talk while eating?” Vectan acquiesced and cooked me an egg and some slices of a mysterious meat. He then shooed us to another table as he needed this one to have a village meeting. “Just what I was craving” said Lidia as she was happily eating cake. “So how are you an Vectan related?” I dared ask as the cake was disappearing faster than the egg. “Weif Maffeed” she answered with her mouth full, brown crumbs falling down the side of her mouth. “Alright, I need to get back to work or you're not going to go on your excursion tonight.” I only got to say one sentence! By the time I could complain she was already gone. I went back to the first table to see if Vectan was done his meeting and to thank him for the food, but it was not done. In the room were Vectan, Aleks, and two men that had not been there the day before. “They seem to have amassed five hundred, even with so few, we will probably get stuck in a defensive battle.” Reported a newcomer.“Hmm, I believe there is a way to stave them off with that number.” Vectan responded. Everyone else bore a slightly confused face, he continued: “We simply have to rout the monsters towards them. Knowing humans, they are probably only level 25 with a few level 75 officers.” At that point I stepped into the room. “If you're going to do that, should we postpone my training?” I worried. Vectan assured me that it was not the case, I would be training deeper into the forest which could help push some monsters outwards. The only problem afterwards is how to force the monsters towards the humans. The answer: bagpipes.

We had returned to the point where I had spawned. It was a place surrounded by a literal wall of trees. On the inside, there all the trees came in sets of at least three very tightly joint gigantic trees. each of the sets came with a small door and a few windows. ``Welcome to Viviastrea, the third and newest outpost. I had to cut our hunting short as the remaining settlers are going to come in. To be honest, I had just registered this place as a town when you spawned. As the mayor, I give you the right to select any house in the outpost, except for the large one dead center, which is my office.'' As I did not want to have a noisy neighbourhood, I went near the outskirts of Viviastrea, yet not the perimeter, As having a new player there would be a hole in the defenses. The town formed concentric circles, the center building, five around it, then 8, then 16, for a total of 30 houses, outside of the rings of houses was a wall of trees, some larger looking trees had passages at their base, which seemed ready to close at a moment's notice, given the presence of magic. I chose one of the eight houses of the second circle, and touched what seemed to be a door knob. A prompt saying the building was not owned popped up, and when I selected to acquire it, a message showed saying the mayor would have to accept and decide the price. He can only be a maximum of five houses away, so I waited five seconds and yelled as loud as I could to tease him. ``Vectan, Hurry Up!''. Before I could finish, I was notified that the price was nil and that I now owned the house. I reached for the handle, but before I could open the door, he appeared behind and answered ``why are you in such a hurry to let me visit?'' ``Just a comment about the size of the village, really. You should worry more about the settlers as I would rather buy some furniture from them before you come to visit.'' Vectan left, smirking ominously, and I went in to find a table, five chairs, what is most likely an oven (inside a tree, with a chimney) and a set of spiral stairs lining the wall, completely invalidating my last statement. He got me, I made a fool of myself... I went up the stairs to find three jack sized beds and a double bed. Am I supposed to build a family here? Keeping my comments to myself, I continued upwards to reach a second door, which I opened. Behind was the true facet of the village. All of the houses were interwoven with bridges, Eight of the sixteen on the outside ring expanded further upwards, over the canopy while everything else was completely covered by it. The wall also seemed to extend above the foliage, blocking any entrance from above, presumably a defence against asmeren. Above Vectan's house was a giant green crystal from which vines expanded and formed handrails for the bridges. These vines glowed in the same green light as the central gem, providing what the sun could not due to the dense foliage. The five inner houses each had a counter attached to them, presumably shops. Glancing down, I could see the forest floor, the lush green grass hiding the glow of the crystal. The treetop village was nearly 50 meters high, Yet, for some reason, my acrophobia was not making me uncomfortable, as if something was reassuring me the village would not fall apart. Hearing some noise, I turned my head towards the main entrance (Vectan's house opens toward this entrance, and there is a clear path between them). Vectan was standing in front of his house, facing the 23 people who had stepped through the entrance. He was seemingly going to give a speech. Time to go, I guess. After heading back to my house and going down to the forest floor, I joined the group. ``And here is our newest member, Just in time for her introduction!'' The crowd cheered at Vectan's words. ``This is SunRa, the seventy fifth addition to our community and a scout. Lidia, I leave her to you.'' What does he mean, leave me to her? A Velforan lady answered with an affirmative, then approached me. ``Come with me. Say: which would you prefer? A knife, a bow, or both?'' I followed her and answered ``A bow would be preferable.'' she stopped at one of the inner houses, claimed it, and invited me in. Lidia had long, golden hair which returned the soft green glow from the crystal. Her skin was of an almond colour, giving her a healthy look. While I was inspecting her she took a measuring tape from her bag. ``short bow or long bow?'' she interrogated as she measured my height. ``Short please, long bows are harder to string and to put down. If I'm being pounced on by a wolf, I want to be able to react.'' With a small smile, she continued on to measure the length of my arm. ``That's good, are you going to be a permanent player or a login player?'' This question took me aback. Noticing it she added ``Permanent players need their tools to be more robust, while login players need stronger weapons, which they can swap for better gear later.'' Understanding, I replied that I wanted to be a permanent player. ``We're done, you're free to go for now, I should have your bow made by tomorrow evening.'' I went back home and slept on one of the smaller beds, as even they were gigantic relative to my body.

Chapter 9: The Mana Pool By the time that the merchants got here with the rest of Mariel and Lindari's team, we had already finished transferring the carcasses into the wagons that I made. All in all, there are 13 large wagons, capable of holding up to 25 tons each- about 55,100 pounds. And 39 large earthen golems, with three golems to each wagon. The earthen golem will only last up to four hours since they don't have any magic stone or magic shard inside them. But they are both strong and flexible. And besides, I didn't carve any magic runes on them either, so yep, they are all temporary here for four hours. I can just resummon them once four hours passed by. It cost me little mana and nothing else since they are making out of the earth. While I was checking the wagons to make sure that it's structural strong enough to not collapse, Sir Marcus was panicking. "Shirin-sama!" He shouted with a panic face as he ran toward me. Wait, Shirin-sama? I look at Lindari and Mariel with a look, causing both of them to flinch and sweats. "Sir Marcus," I answered calmly as I finished checking everything. "W-was there really a mana pool inside this cave?!" He asked, completely panicking and wishing that I was joking. Sorry dude, I'm not jesting when it comes to lives. "Come, I will show you," I said as I lead Marcus and the other merchants inside the cave. The smell of blood inside the cave wasn't that strong but it was enough to cause the merchants to nearly throw up. They aren't used to this much blood, even when they are pretty used to bandits and monsters during their business trips. This much of blood wasn't normal. Well, obviously. I did bleed out all the monsters' carcasses so the amount of blood in this cave wasn't normal. "Oh Holy Mother of Igrisa, what is this pool?!" Marcus yelled, completely surprised at the size of the pool. "A mana pool, of course," I answered calmly, not bothering to hide my sarcastic. "A-a mana pool this big?!" Marcus was completely frightened. Same as everyone else. Marcus was near hyperventilating due to stress. Okay, now that they are here, the rest were their responsibility. I left the merchants to their jobs as a nobleman as I went back to the wagons, not caring that Marcus looks like he was going to cry as he watches me leave. "Shirin-sama, everything is secured into the wagons," Mayfill told me once I got close enough to the wagons. One wagon's worth of carcasses was for Mariel and Lindari while another one was for the women to start their new life with. Each wagon should be worth at least 5 small gold coins. No, it might be worth more than that since the news of the mana pool will cause a lot of people to start gathering and accumulating more foods. Especially smoked meats- which means that that one wagon was enough for the women to live comfortably for a couple of months. Until they found their own jobs. I don't know if the women were going to stay in their old village or coming with us to the next village, but regardless so, Sir Marcus, as a nobleman, have the obligations to make sure that the women's new lives can restarts okay, even as a slave or otherwise. As long as they are alive and have enough funds to restart their life, the nobleman's obligation and responsibilities are filled. After all, this was the law and rule of this world. As a world that had long ago accepted lives as slaves, their obligations and responsibilities as a noble are only so. I know that Prince Yui has already started to change some of the slavery laws in this kingdom but as of yet, such laws haven't reached this part of the kingdom yet. If the native lives of this world itself don't care for their own lives, why in the world should I care for them? I have no reason to care or take responsibility for them, much less wanted to. Prince Yui was only doing such interfering because he was bored. Me? Nah- I hate troublesome stuff. Those that will get my obligations to look after are those that have connections with me, like the orphans that I had hired and Novelle and her mother and sister. Other than that, there's no one else that would get my protections. Even if the world got ran over by monsters tomorrow, excepted for the people who have my protection, others could've died for all I care. What? I'm not a god and I am not a good person. No matter how much you said otherwise, I know myself well enough to know that I am not a hypocrite. When I said I don't care, it means I don't care. When I said that they are my responsibility, they are my responsibility to a certain point. When I said that I could care less if this world is destroyed, I really mean it. When the merchants came out of the cave, their expressions were grave and gloomy. As a merchant and a nobleman, Sir Marcus knew exactly what this would mean. The villages and towns within a certain distance of here will all have to migrants and relocate far away. This cost time, efforts, lives, and emotional trauma. Fortunately, the area that Sir Marcus's family governed over was not within that distance from this cave. Since this cave located about 17 days of traveling away from Karnosh City, farther to the East, the distance between here to the small town that Sir Marcus was governing over was about 25 days away. Thinking of the distance, I wish that I could make some traveling vehicles or flying mounts. The wagon pulling methods was good and all, but they are very slow comparing to cars and flying mounts. Of course, I knew that Prince Yui was currently making them right now with his Knighthood but... it's so slow! Why is Prince Yui so slow at making flying mounts! At this rate, I would have to take out my own Crystal Mount if I want to travel faster. "What should we do?" The merchants were all seating over the campfire, eating their lunch, as they brainstorm on what to do. We are currently still in front of the cave, as the merchants and the women try to heal all the women from the cave. The girls- women- where doing a good job at healing, however, they are very slow. Healing potions and healing spells- those two were the only two healing methods that they have. So, it was slightly slow. I took out four small bottles of healing potion from my Inventory and gave them to Lindari. She looks at me with surprise before inspecting the healing potions that I gave her. Her eyes widen so wide but she didn't say anything. She just took the cap off one bottle and pour into the cooking pot in front of her. She then stirred the cooking pot a couple of times and scope out a large label of soup into a bowl. She passed them to the other women and have them drink it slowly. From where I am sitting, I can see that the women's skins and facial expressions getting better and better as each minute passed by. Luckily, Lindari knew better than to drawn attention towards me even though she keeps stealing glances toward me. Uris and everyone else in his group was also there, listening and helping them brainstorm. I am too, as I eat the food that I had cooked. What? I ate a lot. There's no way that I will eat the food that other cooked. Not only does it not suit my taste, but it also tastes extremely simple. As someone from Earth 36 Centuries, you can say that my taste in food was very spoiled. Not only that, I have a very extreme tongue that can taste things to the extreme so I am a very picky eater. This was why I will also cook my own food, as I am a perfectionist when it comes to my own cooking. Mariel was looking at the large plate of food on my hand with shock. Lindari, who cooked the food for everyone, alongside the chef from the Therius Merchant group, was both shocked and disappointed that I didn't eat their food. No, they shouldn't be disappointed, you know? There are 15 other kids, more than 20 other women here that needed more food than me. And yes, the merchants took the kids with them when they came to this cave with my animal messenger. One of the merchants, the treasurer of the group, Nathan Til Therius, one of Marcus's cousin, replied, "What else can we do? We have the obligation to help out as best as we can. We also will have to send words to His Highness the Emperor, alongside with letters to the Duke of Marshen and his Lordship Flavius. Since this area is governed by his Lordship Flavius, he will have to send people over to help the people in this region emigrants. The only problem is that this will take a lot of time and effort. People will need a new house, jobs, and lands to farm." Nathan looked utterly worried. The Duke of Marshen was the neighbor city next to Karnosh City in terms of population. He and Lord Flavius are cousins. Lord Flavius Wife was the second sister of the Duke of Marshen. And Lord Flavius's second uncle married the Duke of Marshen's third aunt, too. All in all, these two families have a marriage tie since long ago. So, they are really closed. Karnosh City has a lot of trades with Marshen City. Karnosh City specializes in fabrics, wheat, and lumber since the Green Amber Forest was so closed to Karnosh City. Marshen City specializes in medicines, potions, and magic scrolls. Well, magic scrolls are very low-level but they are magic scrolls. So far, those magic scrolls had help out a lot. As a low noble house, if ordered by Lord Flavius, then the Therius House will have to help the villages in this region move, this will cost a lot of time and effort. "Where would the villagers in this region go to, though? His Lordship governed over this region and two other regions. But, the other two regions aren't places that people will want to live in, much less can live in," James Til Therius, the person who takes care of the group's restocking, Marcus's cousin and Nathan's younger brother, said with a depressed face. "His Lordship Flavius's other two regions are farther up north right? Isn't that a snow region?" I asked, wanted to confirm my knowledge. Marcus nodded as he sighed in depression. If the villagers move to the northern region, it will make it harder for merchants like him to go there since those regions were very cold. This will also cause hardship for the villagers too as taxes will also increase alongside living expenses. Just thinking about it caused Marcus's head to ache. "Going or not going, the future doesn't look very good for the villagers." Marcus was very worried. He wanted to ask all the villagers to move to larger towns but he can't do that since moving to a whole village to certain towns will only cause more problems. Food, shelters, jobs, and safety was a big concern for villagers. "Hmmm... wasn't the Northern Mountains a part of the regions that Lord Flavius owns?" I asked, completely not worry at all. "The mountain? Ah, those regions." Marcus was enlightened. The mountain region that I am talking about was a part of the northern region, where it snows 24/7. It was part of the formerly known as the [Ice Mountain Ranges], one of the other forbidden regions in this part of the continent. Right now, the people just called it the Northern Mountain since it was literally straight north from Karnosh City but it's truly named was something else. The mountain region that I am talking about was a bit south of the [Ice Mountain Ranges]. It has a large amount of Ice-Elemental Water, which naturally forms into various lakes that have a couple of variety of very delicious fishes. Well, fishes aren't the only ones living in that region but it was the fishes that were the most well known of. And it was the fishes that the World's Core was most conscious of too, so those fishes were the reasons why I know of that region. The Ice Salmon, Frosty Bass, Rainbow Tuna, Frost Mackerel, and Blue Seabeam. These monster beast were very huge and they have a ton of goodies inside their body. For example, the stomach of the Ice Salmon was used to make the anti-coldness potion. The liver of the Ice Salmon was used to make hyperthermia potion, the heart of Ice Salmon was very useful as a catalyst for making antidote potion. The Frosty Bass was even more useful. Its eyes can be used to make glasses that are just like a binocular, its brain was used to make healing potion for a specific illness, the bladder of the Frosty Bass was used to make medicine for [male]. In words that were easily understood, Ice-Elemental Fish are very Super Useful. Not only that, the flesh of the fish, the meat, itself has a ton of favors and energy. If it was someone else, they won't make sushi out of those fishes because just one piece was enough to make their stomach full. A small slice, about 2 inches by 2 inches, was already enough to fulfill a level 3- of what this world called Apprentice Level- Magician for 12 hours. This was why these fishes are in very high demand but have no source of supplies. The only problem was that the water was far too cold, making it impossible for the human to fish there. Oddly enough, this causes the fat from those fishes to be even more tender and moist, not cold. This was also the cause of the fishes from that region to be very huge and very docile since there was no natural predator hunting them. Since the fishes themselves had live in the Ice-Elemental water, they will not spoiled for a long time, causing these fishes to be so high in demand that only the Emperor will get to eat it due to the cost. Each fish cost at least 50 large gold coins, you know? That's already worth about 40,000 Galactic Credit- something which took a middle-class businessman to earned in 5 years on Earth. For here in this world, 40 Small Gold Coin was about 8 years' worth of middle-class citizens earning. Even high-class noblemen don't have the option to eat them that much- if at all. Marcus looked confused for a couple of seconds before his eyes widen in disbelief at my idea. "Making a new town that specializes in Ice-Elemental fishes?" Marcus caught on really quick. His eyes were sparkling with hope and was that hunger that I see in his eyes? Oh? So he had eaten an Ice-Elemental Fish before. "That will not work," Nathan said as he rejected my suggestion. I shrugged my shoulder. If he thinks that it won't work then so be it. I won't force it. After all, the only reason why I suggested it was because I want to buy some Ice salmon, Frosty bass, Rainbow tuna, Frost mackerel, and Blue seabeam. I have some other variety of fishes for sushi and sashimi inside my Homestead but I wanted to try this world's fish first. After all, the fishes inside my Homestead was a far higher grade fish. Using it in this world was good and all if only I am the only one using it but once I took them out that guy will also want them too. And once he ate, he has even more energy to spend on sex. And that was very troublesome. Not only that, this World's Core had told me something very interesting about those Ice-Elemental Fishes that perk my interest. Those fishes are a kind of near-magical grade beast, a kind of fish monsters. Due to their lack of hunter and prey situation, the number of fishes that each lake has had increased far too much that it caused the World's Core to twitch with annoyance. Which was why she had pleaded for my help. She wanted me to take some of those fishes away to save those lakes from overflowing with Ice-Elemental Fishes. Since I was craving fishes and sushi, I was wondering where I can go get some and the World's Core just happen to hear me wondering it so she told me so. It just happened that the Commerce Guild Master in Karnosh City also requesting the same fishes for the First Prince, the Heir to this Kingdom, whose birthday was coming up in a couple of months, too. So, I got a really clear expression of those fishes. Of course, the reason why my suggestion won't work was that the temperature there was very cold. It was low enough to freeze even boiling water within seconds. So, it was understandable as to why it was an impossible suggestion. Since the Commerce Guild Master, Vinolle von Chester, request this and was willing to pay up to 100 small gold coins per one ice salmon, 120 small gold coins per frosty bass, 130 small gold coins per rainbow tuna, 135 small gold coins for each frost mackerel and blue seabeam, I was willing to procure it for him if I had the time. This was already 3 times the price of the market's price, afterall. This request was for Rank C Adventurer and above only, so I can accept it if I want to but for now, I plan to finish the requests that I had already accepted. It was quite a good business selling Ice Elements Fishes. I might go into this business... Or have the orphan do it in my stand, while I provide them with the fishes... Okay, let's do that since I am far too lazy. Fishy~ Sushi~ What should I made?~ Wait, I'm getting far too ahead! Since the Northern mountain where the lakes located at was a bit far from Karnosh City, I was thinking of going there after I finished my five quests here, but for sure, I will have to go there sooner since I really am craving some sushi. I want some tuna(the normal kind) too but since normal tuna is a sea-fish, I will have to go to the sea to catch some. And the nearest seaports was to the far East of here, about 30 days of traveling away. Or about 45 days away from Karnosh City. Normal fish was good and all, but the main reason why I wanted those magic fishes was because I want to farmed/breed them for the normal citizens of this world too. After all, they are going to be needing it soon. I want them inside one of my External Spatial Space; either the Space Dimension Homestead, the Fold-Space Dimension or the Internalized Space World was fine. If not in those External Spatial Space, then the Internal Realm Space that I have was fine, too. And if possible, near my house in this world too. Well, not my house exactly since they suppose are to be used as a catalyst for my water-garden, the hydroponic gardens. But only when I successful breed them into normal fish and not a monster fish. After all, if they stay as a monster fish, then they would absorb too much mana and caused the natural formation in that city to collapse. Not to mention, the Ice-Elemental Fishes are an Ice- Elemental monster. It was not a good idea to use place them near the normal plants that I have. If I succeed in turning them into normal fish than the Ice-Elemental Magic and mana that the fishes natural emitted would only do a good thing to the land. Besides, they are very good as a food source too- especially when they are still a magic monster fish. So, placing them inside my Internalized Space World to breed them was not only a very great way to farm them, but it was also a great idea for me to hide them. Hm? Feeling confused? Where? The spaces? Ah. When I said my External Space- I meant them as my External Spatial Space like my Inventory Space, my Space Dimension Homestead, my Internalized Space World- which was created out of a World's Core like Cidetal's Core, and my Fold-Space Dimension which I created using Spatial Law and Time Formation to bind a Magic Core. My Inventory Space was gifted to me by the God of Earth- my Original Earth. The Demon God granted me my Space Dimension Homestead in my 4th World transmigration. He gave it to me because I didn't kill him. My Internalized Space World was created by myself using a World's Core from a world that has already died. As for my Fold-Space Dimension, I created that using my Blood to form the spatial law and the time formation onto a Magic Core. All of this External Spatial Space was not inside my soul but rather my Magic Domain. It does not have a so-called [Dimensional Axis] because it is with me whenever and wherever I am. As for my Internal Space, those are the actual Internal Realm Spaces that are tied to my Soul, Magic Core, and Spiritual being. Ah- just to clarify, my Soul and Spiritual are not the same okay? My Soul World Space was where all of my Soul Creation objects are in. My Magic World was where the top 5,000,000,000 Strongest Beast or Monsters, or in some cases, Star Beasts, that I had time lived in. My Spiritual Dimension was where the rare and precious herbs that I had gathered and planted are in. The majority of the herbs that I have planted and cultivated inside my Space Dimension Homestead and my Fold-Space Dimension. Still, the ones that I put in my Spiritual Dimension are the ones that will literally eat a whole world as a snack. I put those in there because they are used as a Restriction on my Spiritual Power so that I don't accidentally destroy another world- again. How many are in there again? Hmmm, let me check real quick. Oh- wait for a second. Since when did they start to cross-breed?! And what the fuck did they do to my house?! I don't want a castle! I want my house back! Arggg... Forget it. Now was not the time. I will check on them later on. Right now isn't the time. Anyway. I wanted to breed the fish for cooking purposes. Mainly because my stomach demands it. Okay, don't start to feel hungry right now- it was not the time. I don't have any high-grade food with me, so I can't afford to be hungry right now. Hm? The food on my plate? These are my snacks, okay? "If that doesn't work, where would the villagers go to? Our town? There isn't that much free space that can be used for farming left," Marcus sighed in depression as he worried for the villagers. He totally forgot about the food in his hand as he eyed the food on my plate. Even though he was very stressed out and depressed over this situation, his body still reacted to the food on my plate. Well, that can't be helped since my food smells far better than the trash in his bowls. Not only that, my food was all cooked by me too, so the mana inside the meat was emitting out-stream into the air- causing everyone to eye my plate of food with both curiosity and hunger. "If there's no free space, then we can only make more space," James replied back with determination glints in his eyes. "Sigh, James, even if you say that the most that we can do are to accept another ten families at most." Both Marcus and Nathan answered at the same time. Causing James to quiet down. A frown was on his face, and his hand clenched so tight that the bowl of soup in his hand cracked. He knew that, but he didn't want to accept it. As a nobleman and a merchant, he really should be thinking about the pros and cons of having ten new families within his family's land. Still, the thing was, the Therius Family was always a low-rank noble house that originated from a small village. Their history was what caused them to want to go to small villages for transactions like this in the first place. This was mainly to help out the smaller villages. "Sir Marcus, your town is Cremon Town, right? What is the size of your town? What do you need to do to increase it?" I asked. This man is a good man. This merchant group was a good group. They have the moral and the sympathy to help others even when knowing that it doesn't give them any advantages. "Yes, Cremon Town belongs to my family. As for the size, we have about 1,000 to 2,000 households, give or take a couple of tens. To increase the size of Cremon, it is necessary to border out the wall, and to border out the wall, a lot of time and effort is needed asides from the materials and cost of labor. To increase the wall's defense, it has already caused a lot of burdens to the civilian there due to the high tax." Marcus explains clearly to me all the facts and opinions. This isn't a secret, so he has no need to hide it. Uris and the rest of his team listened quietly to our talks, not interrupting us but also weren't inputting any forward too. They have no clue as to what they should say. Since Marcus had already sent one of his bodyguards to inform Lord Flavius using my flying bird- a shadow flame bird called "Fringle," for now, he'd decided that we could continue going on to the next villages. All the women and the kids we found are also coming with us in another two wagons I had to create. At first, the women all feared the earth golem that I summoned, but after a couple of minutes of noticing that they weren't alive and have no will of their own, the women all relaxed. Even now, they trusted the earthen golem more than the men that protected them. And as we had expected, the other two villages were in a similar situation to the previous one, except that their situation wasn't as bad as Novelle's village. A lot of elderly people had died already, but the children, teenagers, and adults were still alive even if they were so miserably in pain due to their fights against the monsters and beasts that kept on coming toward their villages. After Marcus explains everything to them about what we found in the cave, everyone who heard it pales so badly that they collapse onto the floor. I tried not to pay attention during this as I scanned the surrounding of the village to see if there were other monsters that we had missed. There was. A large group of beasts horde that's about 13 miles away from the village, making their way here. Based on the life reading of that horde of beasts, most of it is the dires monsters? I can just use the skill 'Map' to make sure that everything is corrected, but I got used to using my own skills without using Bel-chan. But, to make sure that I am not mistaken, I'd pull out the Map Skill and check the red dots on it. And yes, they all are Dire beasts and monsters. I was ranging from Level 50 to Level 80 Dire beasts and monsters. I inspected Sir Marcus and everyone else's levels. Name: Marcus Til TheriusLevel: 12 || Profession: Merchant CaptainStrength: 48 || Constitution: 28 ||  Agility: 24 ||  Intelligent: 58Charisma: 64 ||  Willpower: 27 ||  Perception: 32 ||Skills: Item Appraisal Level 2Arithmetic Level 4Commerce Level 5Management Level 2Vendors Level 5Enlarge Weight Capacity Level 2Profiteer Level 3Spendthrift Level 1Luck Level 1Dagger Technique level 1 Name: Nathan Til TheriusLevel: 9 || Profession: Merchants TreasuryStrength: 38 || Constitution: 30 ||  Agility: 20 ||  Intelligent: 68 || Charisma: 4 || Willpower: 20 || Perception: 42 ||Skills: Money Management Level 5Commerce Level 4Arithmetic Level 5Item Appraisal 3Short Bow Technique Level 2 Name: James Til TheriusLevel: 19 || Profession: Merchant StockmasterStrength: 48 || Constitution: 28 || Agility: 28 ||  Intelligent: 28 || Charisma: 14 || Willpower: 57 || Perception: 42 ||Skills: Money Management Level 3Commerce Level 6Item Appraisal Level 4Arithmetic Level 3Hammer Fall Level 6Hammer Technique Level 3 The rest of the merchant has a lower level, three common skills; Arithmetic, Commerce, and Cart Booster. .... The difference between the levels is too high. I don't even need to see what Uris's group's levels are at... Monsters and beasts such as dire apes, badgers, bears, boars, lions, and wolves were all above level 20. The chances of this group of humans coming out alive were very slim. Not zero, but close to it. Oh? There's the reading of a chimera and a large monstrous scorpion. Are there any flying monsters? Ah, found them. Hmm, they flew pretty far behind the rest of the horde... A group of a hawk? No, that's not what it's called in this world. I believe the term is "Shark Talons," So there would be 1,250 monsters, including the flying ones? Oh my, this village was so in deep shit. When I told Uris this, the man froze completely in fear. Seeing that Uris was completely useless, I had to tell this to Marcus instead of waiting for Uris to tell the man. Ahhhh- the joy of being the receiving end of my luck- note the sarcasm there, please. "A-a horde of Dire Monsters and Flying Talons are coming here?!" Marcus slammed the table with his wooden cup of water. He had just finished talking to the village's chief. And now, even more, the bad news was here. He slumped into his chair as his face pale completely. Nathan, James and the rest of the merchants had completely frozen in their seats. Their expression was completely in desperation. "H-how f-far...?" Marcus tried to come back to his senses, but he wasn't really successful. Yep, even if this world has a horde of monsters attacks often, their hope is completely washed away for a small group of merchants like this. "About 6 hours minimum at the rate that they are traveling. However, once they get closer to the village, their speed will probably increase, so about 4 hours max?" I answered. "4 hours..." Uris whispered as he snapped out of his surprise. Uris had been through a couple of monsters' hordes before, so he had experience with it. However, I doubt that his previous will helps in a situation as shitty as this. Sorry, everyone. It's because I am here that the situation is like this. My presence tends to trigger hordes of monsters a lot. For me, this was considered lucky; for other people, this was a disaster. This was one of the reasons why I didn't go out a lot back when I was a teen. This was why I nearly turned into a Hikikomori. Because my luck affects the people around me far too much. Back when I couldn't control my luck, do you know how many people's lives changed because of me? "Sir Marcus, please calm yourself down. We still have some time. The only choice that we have right now is to evacuate the villagers here into a safer place and fortify the walls of the village. I can create an underground shelter that will last three days, and I can create walls using Earth magic. However, everyone here who can fight will have to continue fighting the hordes that are coming, as I will be busy keeping the walls up." This is the best that I can do for now. If I keep using my powers when I just got to this world not even that long ago, bad things will happen, so I won't do any more than that. I have to wait for this world to accept my presence and get used to my luck before doing anything else. Well, it probably won't take that long since this world already had gotten used to His Highness Prince Yui. That man's presence is even more... You know, mind-breaking than mine. At least with me, I won't take out things like Immortal Pills for Cultivation and Martial Arts... Or Pills that will increase the lifespan of a normal human... Even if I have tons of them in my Inventory Space. Yes, I had already noticed that Prince Yui had given the two bodyguards that were there with him at that time these two pills. Because their presence was no longer human but rather a semi-human-semi-immortal, I cannot act rashly since I have no clue when Tian Yuanle had already been Prince Yui in this world. I have to ensure at least that my presence won't cause this world to collapse. Again. So, for now, this is all that I can do. "Really? Shirin-Sama?! You can make walls?!" Asked Marcus with hope in his eyes. The rest of the merchants looked hopeful like they had seen the sun after a long year of darkness. I wondered when did the merchants start calling me Shirin-sama, too. I hope that it wasn't because of captain Uris. I nodded. "For now, gather everyone up and tell them to go to the Chief's house. His house is in the middle of the village, making it easier for me to create an underground shelter there. As for water, food, and other things, I will also take care of it, but it would only last three days at most." I said as I stretched my arms, pretending to look like the actions that I would do would be very tiresome. Marcus, Uris, and Nathan all looked worried that I would collapse from using too much mana, but I didn't wait for them to protest and went ahead to the village chief's house. It didn't take me that long to make a shelter that was deep enough and secrecy enough. The shelter was about 25 meters away from the surface. There's a small natural water well inside alongside 'holes' that they can use as potty during nature's call. Of course, tissues and paper for wiping their ass isn't something available in this world. So, instead, I left a lot of small sticks for them to use... This was just how it is in this world... Even if I had successfully created a modern-day pumping system for my house, this isn't my house, so such a thing isn't my problem. Creating a stone wall for the shelter was a lot easier since I was under the ground. As for beds, earthen beds with wooden planks are fine for now. All in all, there are three large bathrooms with a water well next to it. Ten small toilets (holes) that are away from everything else, food shelves with enough food to last for a week. Water containers made out of bamboo baskets. And, lastly, enough rough blankets made out of jute and linen for sleeping. The rest, things like cooking tools, cannot be taken in, so only magical tools are allowed to be used here. The chef's daughter will be the one to power those tools. After making that, the air circulated throughout the whole underground, I nodded in satisfaction. Next, I pretended to sway as I went out toward the wall of these villages. Sir Marcus and the villagers look worriedly at me, but I just wave them away. The rest was not my job so Marcus had to lead the people down to the secret underground. While he was doing that, I went toward the large trees nearest to the wall and used magic to cut them down. A lot of the trees will be used to support the wall, so Uris and the merchant's bodyguards helped out too. Since they, too, have their own Storage Backpacks, carrying and transferring the wood logs didn't take long. I planned to make an earthen wall for this village, of course, but I also need something to be the foundation of the walls, so the wood will have to do. I don't have the time to gather stones to make a stone wall. So, woods and earth will work for now. Next, I fired up the earth to harden them and fortified them with the woods logs. In this village, they specialize in herb plants used for making glues so I also request that and used it to harden the walls. This way, not only would it last longer, but it would also offer protection against fire. After three hours, I finished making ten towers made of wood and earth for archers, along with walls that are pretty much what will stop the monsters. Ah, I also make pits all over the places too. With sleeping potion smeared spikes on the bottom. Now, all that I have to do is wait. I pretended to collapsed as I pants with sweats rolling down on my forehead and neck. "Mayfill, water..." I ordered Mayfill who stay next to up me for water. Mayfill worriedly gives me a cup of cold water as I drank them all. After that, it was just a matter of waiting. I rest my mind and keep track of the horde. Five hours later. I am very disappointed. Sorry, I shouldn't be saying this when the villagers are crying in relief that their homes are intact but for real, I am very disappointed. In myself. I had made the Earthen walls far too strong. The sleeping potion smeared on the spikes was a little bit far too efficient. Not only does it slow down the monsters on the ground, but it also causes the flying talons to drop from their skies, into a dead sleep. .... Like serious... This only means that my skills are far too strong for this world. I have to be careful about which skills I used from now on. So I leave killing the monsters and beasts to everyone else while I pretended to be resting. Since the sleeping potion was specifically for beast only, humans are safe to go near it. The rest? They have no problem with killing it themselves. Asides from me, everyone else, even the villagers who had hidden themselves underground came up to kill them. I am not going to talk about what happened afterward because of its a pain in the ass. Nor am I going to talk about what happened next. Let's just said that I had successfully completed all my mission/quests with an A+ on all quests, and leave it at that. Yes, I even got the spiderworm's threads that I wanted along with accidentally collecting enough honey to cover my whole house with. I left all the bodies of the monsters that I killed to the villages that we passed by and that's it. Of course, if it was monsters like Black Wolf who have very beautiful furs then I am keeping it. No one complains about it, either. I took Novelle, Annabelle, and Mayfill with me back to Karnosh City. The other women? They went to the nearby towns that we passed by, even after knowing that they will probably have to move again once the Emperor investigates what happened in this region of the world. They still decided to live in those villages and towns that we passed by. As a result, I left behind enough materials and two Summoning Stones for each woman. Those Summoning Stones will summon two large mobile earthen golems that they can use as transportation, a place to sleep in, and storage space. It would only last 3 days each for Summoning Stone but it was enough for the women to travel away from this region when the times came for it. When we went back to Karnosh City, the guards were already mobilized out to scout and investigate the pool. People were running to and from whatever place that they went to and the city was in a rush. While everyone was running all over the place, I was cooking a storm for myself while I settle Novelle and her family in. For now, Mayfill's job was to make musical strings for me so that I can craft all sorts of strings instruments. As for Novelle, for now, her job is to clean the house that I made for them to live in and my house. Aside from that, she had to look after the orphan's payment every day and make sure that they eat the foods that I had cooked for them. Since I wanted Novelle to be able to read, write and do basic math. I hired two people to teach her since I am no good at teaching kids. One of my bad points was that I am not very good at teaching things like that. My brothers had emphasis this a lot of times and I know it myself, too. Not that I cannot teach them, I can since I do have the teaching skills, but I myself just don't feel that I am good at it. Besides, I never learned this world's writing system. I can read, write, and speak in them due to my "All Languages Learned" Skills but I had never actually learned the languages of this world. Ah, since this will cut the times that Novelle can look after her sister, I only make it so that she will only work in the afternoon when Annabelle is asleep. Hm? Their payment? Of course, it is as I had said that I will pay. Novelle's rates aren't as high as the orphans since she doesn't need to use a lot of her strength but for Mayfill, for now, I am paying it according to the grade that her strings are worth for me, asides from the already paid. This means that if in a day, Mayfill can make up to three strings that I approved off, then her payment will be 3 small silvers coin, as each string costs 1 small silver coin each to make, plus 30 copper coins. The reason was that it was hard to make music strings so this much was a given. After all, this was handcraft and not machines created. After that, I stop accepting requests from both the Adventurer's Guild and the Commerce Guild. I plan to take a couple of months off in a complete rest as I look after my gardens and farms and give this world a chance to get used to my presence. While I rest, I will be making a violin, a piano, a bass, and let's just said the whole orchestra musical instruments. I even plan to make the entire drums sets since I have a lot of hides from monsters. The rest of the time will be spending luxuriously. Ahh, I still want some fish... I want some sushi.

Cctx Sorry for the long delay, studies kinda got hectic. As this is a chapter of lore and I did not have a following chapter, I chose not to post it earlier. Chapter 4 should come soon (after some editing) The six Dragons looked at the void in loneliness. There was nothing except the six of them. « Let's go visit other worlds. » they decided. So they went to explore the different dimensions created by other gods. The first deity they met was an amorphous liquid, whose only goal was to integrate them into his self so it could expand its powers. The young Gods made haste to their next destination, where they met a God that looked like a white sphere. « Leave immediately! » The sphere bellowed, so they high-tailed. The six Dragons visited many worlds, most of which were not very hospitable, and in quite a few, the gods were warring. The Dragons were ready to go home, where they were not in danger, but decided to stop at one last world. It was the largest world they had visited by far, yet was only managed by a single ancient God. This God was a bipedal creature who welcomed them, and told them they could visit his world on the condition that they limited their interactions with it. This world had many stars, and they spanned far and wide, in little clusters which would balance each other out like perfectly complete puzzle, it was obviously made to last much longer than anything else, yet moved enough to be impressive. As they traveled the universe, they noticed their host had left them. Worried and wary, they set out to look for him. He was found, looking longingly over a single sphere of soil, one out of many in this world, but this one was different. There seemed to be movement. Dominu, Curious went to see. On it were various creature, ranging from minuscule to small (from a Dragon's point of view). Most of the larger ones were quadrupedal, or lived in a restricted domain, but there was one species that stood out. They resembled the Lord and modified their environment quickly and vastly. His curiosity satisfied, Dominu headed back to the group. « Amazing, aren't they? » the elder remarked. « My only mistake in my whole creation was to make them look like me. I grew much too attached to them. However, never would I regret giving them free will, for if everything goes the way you want it to, things get very boring, and you end up assuring your own destruction, along with all you've ever created. Young ones, I would like to ask you, why did I give the condition of non-interference?» « So that we would not destroy what you've created. » Velforas answered. Unexpectedly the God refuted « If you wanted to do so, you could have done it. After all, I gave you some freedom. The minimal interaction of pushing a planet out of orbit could have destroyed everything. I limited interactions so that you would get to see everything and could inspire yourselves to create a world much like this one. » Acknowledging their elder's wisdom, the dragon stayed for a while and studied the organisms, then thanked the creator and returned to their origin, where they started building their own world as a mirror of the one they had just left. Skraeggis formed the stars and the planets' cores, covered some cores in rock and soil, while he left some dust drift and float around other, with the help of Asmer. on some of the rocky planets, Alchena and Asmer added lakes and an atmosphere. Then on one of those planets, selected by all of them, Velforas made living beings and Dominus gave them free will.Thus, they thought, this land was as beautiful as their teacher's.

Chapter 7: Escort Quest and Dangerous on the Road Marcus Til Therius, the owner of this merchant group. A low-rank baronet with a small land of a town to the east of Karnosh City. Small in size but large in population; Marcus Til Therius was a loved Town-Manager and a Merchant. Sir Marcus Til Therius was the oldest son of Madame Jewel Til Therius, the head of the household. His younger brother, Sir Lean Til Therius was a Knight to the Order of Red Knighthood directly under the fourth prince, at the rank of a Captain, commanding 100 troops, of four platoons. Sir Lean Til Therius was stationed at Krantirosh City, a city about 30 days of traveling to the southwest of Karnosh City. Near to where the Swamps are located at. Hmmm... I see where's this is going. So, this trip was both a business one and a family one. Sir Marcus was going to one of the towns that Sir Lean's platoon is in charge of. It seems like the topic was for Sir Lean to come home for his younger sister's wedding day and for his other sister's engagement party. Which was suppose to take place in another three months, plenty of times for Sir Lean to notified his superior. I found all of this out from asking Liz. She had a lot of connection so this was naturally something that she would know. Hmm, interesting. By the time I made it to the meeting place, everyone else was already there. The merchants were still transferring their merchandise into the wagons and tying it up securely but everyone else was already here and presented. The party of adventurers has two women and three men. One was an archer, one mage, one healer, and the other two are a warrior. Both warriors are swords users. One of them has a longboard sword while the other has a very heavy sword that looks to be a claymore. Both of the warriors are in light leather armor mixed with iron plates. It seems like they are the speed type of warrior that specializes in heavy weapons. The archer has a longbow and two large quivers filled with arrows. The mage has a wand made out of some kind of magic wood, probably the Elder Listhristle wood, and the healer has a small short wand. The only thing that's missing in this group was someone who specializes in assassin and poison and someone who specializes in scouting. Even if the hunter can see pretty far, his specialty doesn't seem to be scouting. This means that this group's potential was limited. Two warriors, one mage, one healer, and one archer. A pretty damn balanced team. Well, balanced enough to make it into a rank-C as a team. I don't know about individual powers but as a team, this team was a pretty well damn balance. "Hello," I was greeted by the lady healer. Huh, strange, why does it seems like the two warriors are glaring at me? "Hello, nice to work with you guys this time. I hope that we will get along," I said without even twitching. Seeing my nonchalant looks toward the two women on their team, the men all relax a bit while the healer who had greeted me look surprised for a second. She hesitated, seeming like she wanted to ask me something. What? Was this girl hitting on me? Sorry, woman, I am gay. I'm not interested in women that way. So, it is better to get not their hopes up. If I was going to be interesting in someone, then the archer was more of my type... although, he was a bit too tall for me. What? The archer was 6 feet 6 inches tall!!! As a full Japanese descendent, my height was only 5 feet 7 inches! I am pretty small compared to the men in this world... However, if you underestimate me because of my height, then you are in for a world of pain. (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡) "I'm the captain of this party. My name is Uris." The warrior with the claymore introduces himself. "I'm Kirash, I handle heavy melee combat in this team," The warrior with the board sword said with a nod. "I'm Joel," The archer said as he waved his longbow to dedicated that he is an archer. "I'm Mariel, a water wage and I specialize in Ice Magic," The woman in the magician robe said with a small smile on her face as she leans toward the captain, Uris. Oh, they're married... "I'm Lindari, the healer. I can handle up to tier 2 healing spells," The healer introduces herself with a seductive smile on her face. I nodded, totally ignoring her suggestive manner. What the hell is wrong with this woman? Tier 2 healing spells included Light Healing, Searing Wounds, Blood Restoration, Heaviness and Lightness. Light Healing will cure light wounds, Searing Wounds will sear up bleeding wounds without causing infection, blood restoration was for increasing the rate of red blood regenerates, and lightness was to make sure that during combat, the combative doesn't get cursed by slow spells. While Heaviness was a curse spell to make enemies slower and heavier. It atrophies the muscles of a target enemy for 10 seconds. All of these spells was pretty basics for a healer. It was very useful during combats so healer was people who were never short of jobs. However, I do wonder how many times can this healer used those spells in a day? How large was her mana reservoir? I am pretty sure that she can only use those spells at most three times each, in a day. That would mean that she had around a mana reservoir of 150 as the base. Her stamina and natural talents with using mana will impact whether how much mana she will use per spell. Still, she was pretty useful in this team so they ignored her behavior. Although, it seems like Kirash and her relationship might not be so innocent. Ah - that explains why he was glaring at me. "I'm Shirin. I can use healing magic, the three common magic elements, swords, and I specialize in scouting," I lied without caring. If I don't lie this much, then there will be problems. It was for the best that I don't hide this during the mission. They will probably spread this knowledge after the mission but I really don't care about it since I have the strength to protects myself and those that are working for me with no problem. Besides, once my farms and gardens started to mature, people will notice it anyway. Either way, hiding this will not benefits me in any way. It would only get in my way. All five adventurers look utterly shocked and their jaws were opened wide in disbelief. "What-what tier of healing magic can you use?" The healer, Lindari asked with hesitation and curiosity. Her hand holding on her short wand tightened, making her knuckles turned white in nervousness. "Up to Tier 4. However, I will be reserving my mana and concentrating on melee so I will leave the healing to you," I said. I don't want to cause the woman to hate me or make her loose moral during this mission. Lindari's eyes widen in shock at my answer. She wasn't the only one. "W-what three common magic elements are yo-you talking about?" Mariel asked with both fear and curiosity in her eyes. "Wood, Fire, and Earth. Up to Tier 4," I answered with no hesitation. "E-eh?!" Mariel shouted in astonishment as he eyes widen in disbelief. Kirash's brows were twitching and Uris look slightly pale for a second. "... How good are you at melee combats?" Uris and Kirash both asked at the same time, causing them to look at each other in awkwardness. "How good? Hmm, I would say good enough? I had never actually test my melee skills against a Swords Master so I am not sure," I replied back, not sure how to measure my strength and skills. Since I had already held back a lot. Even so, my skills will probably one-hit-kill any Swords Master in this world. As for Grandmaster Swordsman? There are none in this continent that I know of, even after reading all the information inside this city, there aren't any Grandmaster Swordsman near this part of the continent. If there was, then it was probably someone who had sealed his or her skills. Still, Prince Yui might be a Grandmaster Swordsman since that man was damn strong. Strong enough to annihilate this planet of the universe if he as much as use his Swordsmanship skills. Uris and Kirash both exchanges look. A whole conversation seems to go through there eyes contact within a split second. "Any other question?" I asked, intending to get this over with. "You said that you specialize in scouting but what do you really can do?" Joel asked with an impressive face. He's pretty calm. He was the one that got back his senses the fastest after finding out about me. "I can use Earth magic to sense upcoming monsters within a range of 15 kilometers. I can also use Fire magic to sense the heats within the monsters that are in the air and underground up to a certain height and depth. So, you can leave scouting to me," I said. All of them look relief at that. "Should we go now?" I asked as I tilted my head toward the merchants who had just finished putting all their items into the wagons and securing it to the wagons. The captain nodded. "Ah, by the way, you guys will probably have to do most of the works in this mission while I take care of all the scouting details," The team can take care of those that they can, I will take of those that they can't. The captain nodded. Thinking that I will probably use a lot of mana during scouting. I have no intention to correct that thinking. After all, not everyone has a monstrosity of a reservoir as I and Prince Yui does. After introducing ourselves and our roles to the merchants, we set off. The escort mission for this merchant group was going to be from Karnosh City to three other smaller villages and then two other small towns. The first village that they will be stopping by was a small village without a name. The village only has about 50 households and the majority of them are farmers. So, they could only afford normal goods and very common magic tools that already have a lot of mana store inside; all they have to do was either turned on the switch or flicked the necessary engravement. There was only one person out of the whole village that can use magic tools effective enough, so the merchant explained to her the procedure of doing so. And such, we had only stayed there for a couple of hours before we left that small village. Before leaving, I had ordered from the village some of their milk. The milk from this village has a natural taste that would make great cheese, as the fat content was oddly high. So, I want to order enough milk to make at least 50 pounds of Mozzarella cheese and a couple of types in smaller quantities. The milk in Karnosh city was too mellow, causing the cheese that I plan to make tasted mellow too. The milk in Karnosh City was great for butter making but for cheese? Not so much. And I want a rich taste, so the milk from the cows in this village was better. Otherwise, I would have to use the milk from within the beast Flying Cows inside my Space Dimension Homestead. Since this was a request for my personal uses, I asked the merchant group to order it via their channels. Which means that I have to pay taxes, but not much handling fees. Because of my order, the village will be busy for the next two weeks. This was good for them in a way as they provide everyone with something to do. And since the pay was good, they are more than happy to do it. The next small village that we stop by was about a day away from Karnosh City. However, this village had problems with goblins attacking their farms and animals so they were more than thankful that we stopped by. When we got there, we were all surprised and alert to notice that the wood structure they call their village wall was all torn down. Some parts were burning. There were traces of old blood all over the place and majority of the people there were all hiding. Sir Marcus, who keeps telling everyone to call him Marcus, was not looking good. His face was pale and I can clearly see that he was thinking of the worse. Before the man can panic any further, "Marcus, calm down. There are still villagers hiding in their houses," I called out to the man. He looks at me with hopeful eyes as he nodded. It didn't take long for Marcus to take control of the situation and found the villagers. However, to the shock of everyone else, there were no adults among them. Kids. All kids. Ranging from newborn to 14 years old kids. All looking fearful and starving. Marcus was pissed as hell. He was enraged and yet there was little he can do. After we gathered up everyone and did a heads counts, there were two newborns, a boy, and a girl, two kids around the age of 5, three around the age of 8, one is at 12 years old, and the rest was either 14 or 15 years old. In total, there was 15 kids in total. All without any adults to look after them. "Little girl, can you tell me where your mom and dad had gone?" Marcus asked the girl holding on the newborn kid. The girl looks weary at Marcus as she hesitates to answer. I don't need to listen to know what had happened to the adults of this village. I already know what happened to them. The blood that was smeared on the ground and the smell of it was the blood of a human, not from a monster or beast. There's only one thing that could have happened. The girl's words proved me right, again. "Papa died two weeks ago when a horde of goblins and ogres came by our village. Mama was taking away three days ago. Mister, can you help my mama?" The girl asked with tears and hope on her eyes as she clenches onto the small baby girl on her arms securely. "..." Marcus's eyes were hopeless. He's only a merchant and not a knight. Seeing the looks on Marcus' face, I must say, this man was pretty used to a sight like this. No matter how much he wants to help this girl, as someone who has children of his own, he knew himself well enough to know that's suicide. And Marcus knew exactly where his limited are at as a low-class nobleman too. This was what this world has in offer for a powerless human. They can only watch and desperate as disasters happen. Marcus should really take some time off to learn magic if he can afford it. After all, with Marcus's body reservoir and his magic veins being this small, it would take him a couple of months to awaked his magic essence. Still, after that, Marcus would have a far easier time with his work due to the way that his body constitution was built. He won't be a great magician or wizard, but it would make his life far easier if he knows a couple of spells. Seeing the looks on Marcus's face, the little girl looks down. She knows that her request will never be answered. This man wasn't an adventurer. He was just a merchant. Yet, if no one helps her get back her mama, who's going to look after them? Her little sister was just born three weeks ago. Ever since the goblin took away her mama, her sister had been drinking the sheep milk that was saved underground her house. And she herself was eating preserved food that her mama and papa had made three months ago. She knows that soon, she will die from hunger and her baby sister will soon follow. Yet, as an older sister, she was going to stay strong and protect her baby sister with her life. She will not go before her. But without her mama to help them, what can she do? The food underground was already near its end, and the milk won't last that much longer without any magic replenish. And she herself has never learned how to do so or do so before. I must say, this little girl's very sensitive. Her aura was very pure and yet her emotional stress and traumas were... well hidden. She has a goal and a will to see it through. Her resolves were strong and flexible... Which was something that anyone who would succeed has in spade. This girl was not in fate to died this early in her life at all. Fine. If Marcus cannot help this girl, then I will. It wasn't the first time that I did such a thing and will not be the last time, either. "Little girl, what is your name?" I asked the girl as I tried to not be intimidated. Marcus's eyes were shining with curiosity at my action. On the roads during this quest, the merchants have already learned about my abilities and know what kind of man I am. So, Marcus knew that I hate troublesome stuff- yet, I approach this little girl with my question, so of course, he was going to be curious. She blinks her eyes a couple of times before she answered, "Novelle, my name is Novelle." She softly answered. "And you little sister? What's her name?" I asked, trying not to be intimidating. Since this little girl was very sensitive, she might feel the natural intimidating aura from me. "Her name is Annabelle, she is three weeks old!" The girl brightened up so fast that it cause Marcus to widen his eyes in shock. We both can tell that Novelle loves and adored her baby sister very much. The fact that this girl was still this good-hearted, it's a miracle. All the other kids were all affected in a way that causes their heart and nature to turned slightly dark. Yet, Novelle's heart was still pure and bright. Her traumas and suffering were there but she wore them like a well-aged old lady who has already seen through all kinds of lives. She was affected by this event but she didn't let it control her emotions and heart. What a girl... What astonished me the most was the fact that this girl, was not naive at all. She has this internal wisdom and emotional intelligence within her heart and soul that prevented her from being too optimistic but it also provided her with a view of auspicious for the future. This kind of girl will make herself into something big in the future. "Alright, Novelle, do you want to form a contact with me? If you do, I will help you find your mother, and kill all the goblins that took her away," I asked the little girl. Marcus's eyes widen so wide but he hesitates to stop me. I know that I took this mission as an escort for him so he has the right to stop me but he didn't. Yep, as I thought, Marcus actually hopes that I would be able to do something about this situation. It's just that as a nobleman, he doesn't have the necessary channel and resources to help out in this situation. If that man was here, he wouldn't even wait for Novelle to asked for help. He would have already gone to the caused of this situation and obliterated the cause themselves already. This was because this kingdom, this place, here, belongs to the Royalty of this Kingdom. As such, the citizens are their people too. And Tian- I mean, Prince Yui has always been a little possessive of the people that he views as his. Especially me... So, if it was him, he wouldn't wait for Novelle to asked him at all. However, this is me that we're talking about. I don't do things that are troublesome for me without a clause. I especially am not a good person either. So, yes, there's a reason why I decided to save this girl and her family. Not only that but because of Marcus, I now have some hope for the nobleman of this world. This man doesn't look down on commoners even though he was a noble. A low-rank noble but a noble nonetheless. So, there are nobles like this man too and not just wicked-sinister-manipulated nobles. If only every noble are like Sir Marcus and not power hunger, look down on people, then I admit that I would probably tie myself to a house in this Kingdom with no problem. However, such a thing was not realistic. "What kind of contact? A slave contract? But both me and Annabelle are so small. We can't help you with works," Novelle looks confused as she replied. Yep. The common sense in this world was a little too strong. Even little girls like her understand what is a Slavery Contacts. But no, what I am planning for the two girls wasn't slavery. After all, they both are too small for any manual labor works that slaves normally do. Not to mention, I have no need for manual labor since the kids at home had already done all that I need. Even though they aren't slaves. And if I ever needed Slavery, then there are better options out there. "No, this isn't a Slavery Contact. It is a Live-In Employee Contact. Your mother's good at making small metal threads right?" I asked. I had noticed that the house of this little girl was protected by a lot of wires traps. Small piano like wires that will do more than just stopping any goblins passing by due to the magic embodiment within the wire themselves. The little girl nodded, confused as to why this mister was asking about her mother. "That's great. I want to form a Live-In Employee Contact with you, your little sister and your mother once I saved her. This contact is for you, as the older sister who had a request for your mother's rescue, and for your sister, to live in with me and to work for me for 5 years. The salary is between 25-30 coppers per day. Food and board are included. For your mother, it will be 35 copper per day with boarding only. If you accept this request, I will fill out the paperwork and had Sir Marcus witness it." I asked the girl. Explaining to her why she has the power to control the initiation of this contract. Both Marcus and the little girl's eyes widened so wide that it makes both of them look like idiots. The adorable kind of idiots but idiots nonetheless. "Well?" I asked with a tilt of my head. I don't have much patient and time to waste on this topic if I wanted to save this little girl's mother fast. The girl startled and nodded so fast that her heads look like it was going to snap off. "Okay," I nodded as I take out the Personal Contract Form from the Adventurer's Guild paperwork that I have in my rental backpack and start writing on it. Afterward, I give it to Marcus for him to sign as a witness and then have Novelle drop one drop of her blood onto it to seal our deal. A small tattoo like insignia formed on her wrist in the form of a small star. This signified that the contacts are now formed and intact. Since it is an Employee Contacts with a time limit of 5 years, and a salary of 25-30 copper coins per day, this isn't a Slavery Contract. Although there is a couple of restriction placed on her and her sister, she will have the rights of a Free-Man, and not a slave. If they ever found themselves to want the end of this contract, then they will have to pay me 10 large gold coins for each of them to nullified this contract. Otherwise, this magic contract will be in effect for as long as it stated. This means that from now on, Novelle and her sister are my people. And my people are protected from other natural caused such as this situation. For free. Now, I have a reason to start moving against those monsters that took Novelle's mother away without having to restrict myself. Well, what can I do? This World's Core has pleaded me already to not move recklessly and I had already agreed to her plead. But with this reason as my clauses, even the World's Core can't stop me. Not that she could from the beginning...

When SunRa, My avatar, looked at the surroundings, they seemed to be a forest. There was only one way this could be a home town. SunRa was an elf, or more precisely a Velforan, as every playable nonhuman species were collectively called elves in this game. To my front was another Velforan, standing with his mouth agape. Great, I must look like an out of this world octopus monster... I surmised. Curious an panicked, I interrogated the man: ``is there a mirror nearby?'' To which he answered ``No, but there is a lake just outside the settlement, to your left ...'' Without wasting any time, I turned to my left and ran at full sprint. Soon after, I Reached the lake and looked down at my reflection and saw. A young girl, with pale golden hair, a sapphire blue right eye and a ruby right eye. In contrast to her hair, her eyebrows were a bold emerald green. As her ears depicted her as a Velforan, she had no earlobe. The body was so well sculpted that it looked like it was made by an artist, yet was very small and fragile. I looked at my body in awe. It was almost perfect, not showing a shadow of the usual randomian awkwardness. ``Wow'' I breathed out, noticing that even the voice fit with the rest of the body. Earlier, I had been too distressed to notice, but my voice as definitively not that of a man. This brought about the greatest problem with my new body: the gender was wrong. In the past, many men tried to play as women. However, that trend ended rather quickly since the VirtWurld created a world with rules very similar to the real world's, and as such had the deterrent of a certain time of the month. Most cross-players were frivolous and decided to quit gender swapping, saying the pain wasn't worth it. I had yet to try since I was apprehensive of what would happen to my reputation. As I was worrying about her current situation, a shout blew out ``Watch out!'' I turned Towards the source and moved aside just barely in time to dodge the wolf which pounced on me. It was a <<BROWN WOLF LV 51>>. Velforae were known for being hardcore players, as their home towns were in a forest where adult monsters had a mean level of 60, some reaching as high as 100. It wasn't my first game, but all the previous ones I played had all been peaceful resort style games. Therefore, the giant feral wolf, which was as tall as I was, was very intimidating while growling and crouching to pounce again. Yet, before the wolf could do anything more, it's head was lopped off by a scimitar. Dark mist flowed out of the wound and slowly dissipated, leaving only the remains of the fur and the bones of the wolf. ``Are you OK?'' The man standing in front of me was the one who had given directions to the lake earlier. He had darkly tanned skin and very developed muscles, was taller than the wolf, and had brown eyes matching his hair. As with most Velforae his vestigial parts were minimal, meaning he had no earlobes. The man crouched down and waved his hand in front of my petrified face ``Hello, is anyone home?'' I answered curtly ``Yes, I'm fine.'' The man smirked, amused by my annoyed attitude, then pointed towards himself with his thumb ``I'm Vectan, level 109 Velforan elder guardian, how 'bout you?'' I tilted my head inquisitively ``I'm SunRa, no idea what my job is, obviously level 1.'' Vectan smiled and remarked ``to open your status, imagine what a status window should look like and wave down your hand.'' I did so, and replied ``Race: Velforan, Job: Scout''. Confusion still remained in Vectan however, as he questioned ``How come you didn't know your job?'' and he got the plain report ``I am a Randomian''. Vectans eyes grew wide, to the point where it was worrisome whether they would split open. ``There has never been a nonhuman Randomian before.'' he gasped. ``It may not be uniformly random, simply poorly distributed. As such if there is a 99 percent chance of it turning out human, then it would be rare for one to see a nonhuman Randomian. The reason for my body not being completely distorted could also be because the distribution under Velforae is more sensible.'' SunRa conjured, to which Vectan replied: ``Either way you are super lucky.'' Luck had never been one of my strong points, ``Except, my gender got changed, I might have managed the point 16 percent, but failed at the 50 percent.'' However, the man standing in front of me held his optimism and attempted to persuade me that it was not a great problem. ``After all, you can still make friends.'' The Velforan elder guardian got up and changed the subject ``It is in the tradition of the Velforae to train newbies for at least a day. So, ready to go?'' As such I also got up, got ready... or not, as there was nothing to prepare... ``I don't have a weapon.'', to which vectan happily answered: ``We're power levelling as we don't have any craftsmen with us.'' I spent the next three hours leisurely walking through the outskirts of the most dangerous forest on the continent, watching Vectan defeat everything around us and getting party XP for it... On the bright side of things, I got to level 19.

Chapter 4: My House and Gardening Projects The plot of land that I bought was about three times the size of a football field, more or less. 164 meters wide and 350 meters in length respectively, about 57,400 sq. meter. There was already a tall stone wall reaching the heights of 12 feet tall and 3 feet wide surrounding the land. It seems that the noble who had lived here before built these walls to warrant off other people from setting foot on his land. The only reason why this plot of land was so cheap was that it has five histories of fire-breakout within the past 100 years already. So, the nobleman who owned it wanted to sell it out for a long time now as he believed that it was cursed. No one wanted to buy it because of the history of this land but such a thing wasn't a problem for me. In fact, it was so damn cheap that it cost me nearly nothing to buy this land. Had the nobleman knew that this land was a large treasure stove, he would regrets until his guts turn green. But by then, it was far too late. With the number of people that died here, there is a bit of dark miasma here but after I purified it, the lands turned into a rich soils land, filled with all sorts of nutrition for plants and animals alike. This was why I said that the nobleman would regret selling this piece of land so cheap. He has no clue as to what kind of land this plot was. The ores, gems, and minerals resources underneath this plot of land were what caused the fire in this place- it was mainly because the people who have been staying in this place doesn't know how to use the natural fire elements magic within the land, causing the lands to turn aggressive. Which was why there's always death and fires in this plot of land. Not only that, this spot right here was the "Pole" that was holding the Old City from turning into a dungeon. The Old City that this very city was built on was already gathering mana and magic to turn into a real dungeon. In less than 10 years, a large dungeon would appear here. When that happens.... well, that's not any of my business... Although, my presence here might be the catalyst of it... Yet, had it been for everyone else asides from me, this land would had been a nightmare. Mental illusions, miasma from the dead qi or in this case, death aura, and there's even a natural formation forming from thousands of years of magic circulation due to the Old City. Ahhh- I can see why that man wanted me to stay here now. That damn manipulated man... See what I would do to you the next time that I see you, you asshole! This was only possible because I have the Holy Purification Exceed, a purification spell ranked at the highest rank, enough to purified even a demon-king into heaven. So, purifying this small piece of land was like flicking a finger for me. Although I said that it was a traditional Japanese house. It also wasn't a Japanese house either. Since, well, traditional Japanese house only have one floor and an attic, at best. But the house that I am going be building will be a Japanese house but also won't be. It has stone foundation and stone pillars. It will be a three-story house in a Japanese Style-influence. The first and third floor looks exactly like a traditional Japanese house or inn found on Earth during the Heian period. But the second floor was more western-eastern hotel style. From the Earth times that I came from, Historic Buildings like traditional houses were expensive as hell. But, it was also very beautiful, comfortable, and strangely elegant that majority of the rich businessman or family preferred it. It is a sign of power, wealth, and affluence. And it just happens that my Grandparent's house was exactly that. So, I like living in such a house, too. The first floor of my house has four sectors; a large kitchen, a living room large enough to accumulate up to 200 people, a guest room for receiving important guests, an outdoor bathing spring- or soon to be one, and a general storage room. The second floor mainly has sleeping quarters and a couple of crafting rooms, such as alchemy, tailoring, an open library, and another storage room. The third floor has my research rooms, my private library, my bedroom, a couple more bedroom for in case that person came because I refused to share my room with him, and a room for when I feel like playing music. Of course, me being me, I also make sure that every floor has at least two bathrooms and a large bath-showering room attached to it. After deciding the architectural design of the house, which has turned into a freaking damn mansion/castle in the making, I proceed to cut the trees that I brought back into planks, pillars, bars, stone bricks, and all sort of lumbers for a building. Hmmm.... will these woods be enough for the whole mansion? Hmmm, seems like I have to go back to that forest to grab some more wood. I made the holes, the arches, and everything else on the wood planers, pillars, arches and everything else. After that, I level out the area that I would use to make the basement and built the foundation and walls for supports. Using Earth Magic, I condense and compressed the earth underneath to form into solid blocks of earth, rocks, sand, and gravels. And then, using Water Magic and Earth Magic, I manipulated the earth underneath to formed into a hard block of mixed earth, making it as strong as concrete and cement. This only takes me a minute to do and finished it. I double check to make sure that it was sturdy enough so there was no problem. After that, all that's left was to build the house/mansion itself. Well, after designing and making the basement, of course. After all, I have to make sure to not damage the natural formation that this land has already formed. The next part takes longer. Although, it only takes me an hour to build everything from the button up to the roof, and the basement. It does take some time. No, sorry. It only takes me ten minutes to build it but since I was quite indecisive about the interior designs of the windows, table counters, chairs, beds frames, closets, and those things, it takes me a full hour to finished everything. After that, I made a couple of water wells using Water and Earth Magic in my backyard, and one in the middle of the plot of land where my farms/gardens/greenhouse will be surrounded it. Making natural water well was pretty easy as all that I have to do was tap into the natural water veins underground, and then using earth magic to strengthen the wall of the wells itself. Now, all that's left to do was wait for the water to gathers. It doesn't take long, only a couple of hours. Yep. Now, all I need was to start with my gardening/farming/aeroponic/hydroponic/aquaponics projects... Okay, for now, just a greenhouse capable of holding twenty aeroponic gardens are fine. After that, building a natural bio-aquaponic for fishes of all kind- the edible kinds, I mean. That plan, would have to wait for when I find the appropriate fishes from this world since I have no plan on using the fishes from one of my External Spaces. As for the plants, well... let's see... the spices in this world are pretty expensive so I can just plant that; Black pepper, cinnamon, cumin, nutmeg, ginger, cloves, fennels, mustard, cayenne pepper, arils, saffron, turmeric, galangal, chili peppers, et cetera. Just the normal kinds were okay since it was pretty much a given already. As for magic herbs and spices? That will have to wait until I and this world's core got used to each other first. With the aeroponic gardening methods, it will be enough to plant at least 10 plants of each. The cinnamon and bark spices will have to be planted outside. Plants like basil, bay leaf, parsley, celery, and peppers are fine planting inside the greenhouse. But plants like carrots, radish, and cucumber will have to be planted outside or in a hydroponic garden instead. Since this part of the world doesn't have a cold winter, it is fine to plants fruits outside also. It was a good thing that Karnosh City was already in the Forever-Spring-Summer region of this world's sphere. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why my farms were all blooming years round. The question was, what kind of fruits are native to this world that wouldn't cause suspicious if I plants them. Spices are fine if I said that I got the seed from other countries, but fruits? No way. It will have to be slowly grow to prevents suspiciousness. The Answer: Apple, Peach, Orange, Apricot, Pear, Lychee and Grapes. Fruits farmer in this world have fruits that are surprising alike to the fruits of Earth. Although, their looks are a little bit off. The apple in this world shapes was more like mango and pear. While the orange was long like a banana. The apricot is veins growth like grapes and grapes are like cherry instead. This had at first cause me to be very surprised but oh well, at least their tastes are still the same. As long as they taste the same as those fruits that I like, I really don't care about their looks. After all, I had already been to too many worlds that have mutated plants to be shocked. I'm already desensitized from all of my experiences. For now, though, it was best that I only planted apple, peach, and orange to test what the citizens in this city will react to. Especially the nobles... After that, if the nobles doesn't acts like a bunch of idiots looking for death, then I will also plants other fruits too. Looking at my house/mansion/castle, I feel a satisfaction that came with contentment from doing the work myself. The looks, the aura, the structural, everything, gave me a feeling of being satisfied with it. Good enough. This mansion only has three floors but it was pretty huge for my standard. Next, the outdoor Hot-Spring. Now, where should I build that at? At the same place as I had designated? I guess at the back will be enough, as I had already designated it, to the two sides of the mansion are where the farms and greenhouse are at. Making the earth harden, creating water, making Fire-Rocks, making sure that the temperature wasn't that hot, and making sure that the water itself has more than enough minerals in them. Since this isn't a natural hot-spring, it was best if I am careful when creating this hot spring. In the meantime, for now, I wanted to continue working as an adventurer. I plan on going into business soon but only after getting a good idea of this world. So, before that, I am going see the orphan house and hired a couple orphans to help me with the farm. Things like watering, weeding, controlling the pest so that my fruits trees won't die, will have to be handled by the people of this world. If I handle it myself, the trees will grow too fast and bear too abundantly due to my ethereal presence. This will cause a lot of trouble in the future, so let's not let it infested with my presence for now.

Chapter 10: Prince Yui and the Black Knighthood Three months had passed by already since I had hired Novelle and her family. Now, the pale and malnourished girl had grown two inches taller than before, and her facial skin's tone got better. She doesn't look like she was starving anymore. Mayfill's expression was also getting better too, Her pale face from starving and stress from being captured had caused her skins to be very pale and wan. So now, they all are healthy and happy. Mayfill was even thinking of saving enough money to sent her other daughter to school in this city. While all that happens, I was lazing around the house, doing whatever I want to do. When I am bored, I will go to the many bookstores in this city to buy some books. Since books are expensive in this world, me buying a lot of them had caused all the bookstore owner to know me by name now. So, now, my personal library(ies) has thousands of books from this world, already. And yes, by now, I can say that I know this world enough to use my other abilities with no problem. Things like making a puppet out of wood, stone, and the likes are okay. Things like crafting and making spells card to use are also okay. The only thing that I don't think it's okay was using my mid-to-high tiers magic spells. Things like instantaneously healing potion are no no no. If it heals over time, for example, says stop bleeding within five seconds and start healing slowly within ten minutes... those are fine but instant effects like my other mid-to-high level potions are a big no no no. Well, this is okay, I guess. I don't need to be overpowered in this world since Prince Yui alone is already powerful enough. I don't think that this world can handle both I and Prince Yui at the same time.... No, seriously. This world won't be able to survived if both me and Prince Yui started to use our ability for real. Ah, that's right. Today was the day that the royalty will send someone over to interview/interrogates me about the mana pool. Which was why someone lazy like me was up and about, making sweets and desserts. To be completely honest, I already knew who is coming. Still, since he will be here on business, he will act with a priority. That much, I know that I can expect from him. So, the least that I can do as the house owner was to greeted and entertained my guests equally. Which mean, deserts and sweets. What? Tian Yuanle, no, Prince Yui have a sweet tooth too! If only he would stop hitting on me, I would have been a good friend with him as we bond over sweets. Too bad, it seems like I triggered something within the Immortal when we first had sex for the first time back in that alternative Earth, the normal one that took place during the age of information, about 14 centuries before I was born in my original world. Since then, Tian Yuanle had been... stalking... me. That's why I said that he's a bit too creepy! Although, he has some stamina in bed... What? I like sex, okay?! I might not be a sex-addicts but I am not shying away from sex. I had live for a long time, I know that abstinence does no good for me. There's only so much that a sexless life can do for me. Which was why there are times when I would have one-night stands. Boyfriend? I used to have a couple, all in separated times, but knowing that I will not be able to live a life with them, I stopped looking for a loved one. The emotional damages that I cost me were no joke, okay? So, one night stand! In worlds that have both genders of prostitute or love-boys and girls like this world, I have no problems with going to the red-light district for quickies. Of course, there are times when Tian Yuanle wanted sex so he would come to me... this man was surprisingly very faithful, which wasn't even something that he should do since we aren't even going out. No, it's more like I am the only one that can satisfy him? Ever since then, I had sex with him a couple of times already. With no emotional attachment from my side. I can't say the same for his side though, because it was obvious that that man loves me with an intensity that will melt steel if it could. However, that intensitive could also freeze that melted steel too if he deemed so. Still, since I don't hate the man as much as he frightened the hell out of me, not terrified but frightened, I'd tried to stop running away from the man. Well... I don't hate this man but I obviously don't love him either. I can't be indifference toward this man so the best can do was act slightly friendly-slash-enemies/lover... I know I can trust this man with my back but I can't trust him with my heart. Tian Yuanle was not the kind of man that you would want to trust your heart to, especially since this man was the kind that will ruthlessly crush it too if he suspects you. That's why I will not fall in love with this man even if he's the last man in the universe or galaxy. Knock Knock Knock "Come in," I answered as I stopped cleaning the kitchen. I just finished baking two swiss cake, one lemon cake, a bundt cake, a chiffon cake, a Boston cream pie, a strawberry cheesecake, a Esterhazy torte, a sponge cake, a large double chocolate tiramisu and one raspberry cheesecake using the cheese that I had made from the milk from before and the honey that I collected from the wasps. "S-Shirin-sama, the royal knights are h-here with His Highness the Prince Yui." Celena, the oldest girl among the orphans that I hired, whose job was similar to a maid since she's the only one among the orphans that have a history dealing with nobles, greeted me with her eyes full of tears. "Let them in and tell the kids to continue watering the plants. After that, you guys can go get the money from Novelle for today. Tell them that they don't have to come in for the next three days." I said as I put away the apron. "Celena, after that, make some teas and call for Novelle to serve the cakes. Before you go home, take the large red cake with you to share it with everyone," I said. "Y-yes! Thank you, Shirin-sama!" Celena brightened up so fast that it makes it look like a tail had just popped up behind her. What are you? A cat-girl? No, a dog-girl? But, you're a human! "Don't forget to take your shares of fruits back with you, too," I said as I went to change while Celena does her jobs. After I change into a more formal clothes, I went to the guests' room, where Celena had already show them to. Everyone was standing up and no one was sitting down. It was Prince Yui who was watching the door and keeping track of my presence- which I admit, was something that I didn't bother to try to hide from him. It's no use doing such a thing. "Shinichi!" Before I knew it, Prince Yui already had me in his arms. My feet don't even touch the ground anymore. His arms were around my waist, my face was totally smashed into his chest. "W-what? Let me go, Prince Yui!" God damn it, this man! He's so clingy! Don't he know that there's something called Personal Space?! "Nope, I'm not letting you go. Never!" He cheekily replied with a large grin on his face. His face brightened up so bright that it looks like the sun. Although, honestly, this man acts like a dog, his a damn wolf to the bone. His happiness was nearly contagious as I can feel my mood lifting up too- although I was still pretty annoyed at him too. "Prince Yui!" I shouted as I try to stop him from kissing my cheeks. 'Hmm?" He snuggles into my face, trying to kiss my cheeks again. The aura of charisma he totally let out was causing the magicules and the manique to twisted and turned. Flowers bloom in the background and the sun shine brightly- NOT! Oh god, I can feel my face flush. This man! "Stop that!" I said as I try to push him away. Yet, Prince Yui didn't move an inch. Goddamnit, this man was still much stronger than I am! Just what in the world does this man's body are made out off?! "No way, I wanna kiss so I will kiss," He tenderly said as he places small kisses all over my cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead and even my ears. His lips were stretched into a bright and wide smile that speaks of his mood. It has only been half a year since he last saw me in person! Why is he so damn touchy now! "Kya~" Oh god, my ears are very sensitive! Don't touch that place! "S-stop it!" I said as I push his face away from me. Shit, dealing with this man always leave me so exhausted. I can feel my ears heated like it was on fire and I am pretty sure that my face was red too. Huh? What? Why are you hard, you fucking pervert prince?! [Dark Knighthood Luis's View] The captain of the Black Knighthood, Luis Markshall was from a family of declined noble. He was Prince Yui's classmate from ever since the young age of 8 years old. Ever since knowing the prince, he had never even seen the prince smile in a way that wasn't creepy and sincere like this before. As someone who had known the prince for the past 17 years of his life, this was literally the first time that he had seen his prince acts this intimacy toward anyone. As someone who grew up with prince Yui, he had seen how much the prince hates touching another human. He had seen him looking at human-like they were insects needed to be crushed under his foot. How disgusted he was with them. Honestly, Luis doesn't know how was it possible that he had sworn loyalty to his man when they were just kids. At least, that was until the prince had decided that they are weak as fuck and decided to train them himself. So now, even if a god came from the Holy Kingdom and told him that their prince was a Daemon in disguise, Luis will believe it but he will never betray him. They will only ever answered to their Prince Highness, they wouldn't even answer the Emperor's call. So, to see the Prince that he had grown up knowing, smiling as bright as the sun for the first time ever, was a shock to him. He doubts that he was the only one. His teammates were all looking at their prince like he just got possessed and was growing three heads. They had heard a rumor before. Rumors that the prince was courting a Visitor from another country who had settled down in the Green Amber Forest. And that the prince had fallen in love with the Visitor, at first sight, had taken him with them to the nearest city. They had also heard a rumor that the visitor had rejected their prince more than once, and yet, the prince had not taken it to heart. There was even rumor that the visitor was so very beautiful that it made the air sparkles... Well, the last part was certainly true. The man inside his Highness's arms was a beauty. With long dark wavy hair, black eyes that had long eyelashes, pure smooth skin tones that speaks of cleanness and flawless, a face that will make any man fall on its knees, a charisma that graces the atmosphere surrounding him, an elegance that make even nobles seems like kids, a personality that was not loosing to their Prince. And most of all, when he blushed, his face turned red and his expressions were even more beautiful and adorable. "Ouch! Shinichi, don't be mean to me~" Their prince whined as he continues to hold onto the man called Shinichi. "It's Shirin! Not Shinichi! Let go of me, your Highness!" The man shouted as he tries to push away their Prince again. Crack! Crack! Crack! For reasons unknown, the spots underneath their feet crack with pressure. Luis can see the rise of mana surrounding his Prince and Shinichi-sama. His eyes widen in disbelief. "No Way!" Their Prince once again smiles brightly as he continued to kisses the other man. "Mhm!" Ah, their Prince had finally successfully kissed Shinichi-sama on the lips. Oh, was that his tongue going inside Shinichi-sama's mouth? Ohhh, Shinichi-sama is starting to kiss him back! "Arg!" Ouch, Shinichi-sama had just knee their prince in the area that the sun doesn't shine to. Oh, their Prince had successful go behind Shinichi-sama's back and huge him from behind, this time. Aree? Where is His Highness taking Shinichi-sama too? "Let go of me, your highness!" Shinichi-sama's voice vibrated from above their heads. "NO WAY! I want you now and I will have you now!" Ah, their Highness Prince Yui's bad behavior of not listening to anyone when he wanted something is on again. Hmm? Wait, does that mean that His Highness was going to 'do it' with Shinichi-sama? Even though Shinichi-sama doesn't want it? Your Highness, what are you doing? Boom! Ohhh, did Shinichi-sama just punch their Prince? And why aren't us knights doing anything? Well, we can't do anything. His Highness had ordered us to stay put and enjoy the cakes that Shinichi-sama's maid will be serving and not act out of place in this house, or else... The threats at the end cause shivers to go up against his neck. Besides, what can they do to someone who can go head-to-head with their prince? They don't have a death wish, okay? [End of Luis's View] [Back to Shinichi's View] "S-stop touching me there!" I yelled at the Prince as I try to stop his hand from touching my little brother down there. My eyes meet his and oh god, the man's eyes had already turned purple-ish due to lust! I gasped as I too started to feel excited, too. Shit, this was why I can't hate this man! Our body was far too compatible. I don't want to be addicted to this feeling of compatible between us. It was not healthy! Sex friend with this man? Fuck no! His far too possessive for me to be able to be his sex-friend. If I can't even be a sex-friend with this man, what makes you think that being his lover or boyfriend is okay?!!! "Ahh, stop it, Tian Yuanle!" I pushed his hand away from my private area. No! Why are you kissing my neck?! Ah! Don't touch my earlobes!!! Goddamnit! When did you finish taking my clothes off?! "I said NO!" I used all my strengths to push him off. For the first time since he started to touch me today, I successfully pushed him away. The windows cracked as power surge from both our bodies. Both of us were panting, me in both exhausting and lust, trying to get back my breathing and calm down my body. While Prince Yui was panting from lust, as he tries to control himself. His eyes were still purple, something that only occurs when we had sex. He looks slightly surprised that I use this much strength to push him off. "Why?" He asked. Not understanding why I rejected him. "You idiot. I don't want to have sex with you today," I answered as I pull a new outfit from my Inventory Space. Just as I was going to get up to redress myself, Prince Yui pull me back underneath him. "Why not?" He asked again. "You are also feeling it, don't lie to me, Shinichi." My eyes harden as he used my real name. Before I can answer, his manhood touched mine and send a large amount of pleasure down my spine, causing me to gasped as my body shivers. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as my vision blurred. Damn it, this feeling was far too strong. Our body was far too compatible. Just by touching each other, both of us turned into beasts. If it was only our body, then it would have been so easy to rejects this man. But our magic/ki/spirits were also very compatible too. So, it made our sex something that makes porn look pale in comparison. Tian Yuanle didn't wait for me to come to my sense. The next thing I noticed was his hot lips and mine kissing each other like we're trying to eat each other up. My hand was in his hair, tugging it toward me as I press my body closer to him. Shit, not good. This feels far too great. He knew every spot in my body that would send pleasurable shivers down my spine, I know nearly every places on his body to poke that would cause him to lose control. How many times has this man and I have sex? Too many to count. I can feel his finger going down to stretches my private area with oil. One finger. Two fingers. Three fingers. I growled. Damn it! Stop playing with me! I pushed him down as I ride him hard and fast. Oh my god. I moan as I continue to push my body more and more. Deeper. Harder. Faster. The position change. Ohhhh! Deeper! Ah! Harder! Ah! Ah! No, not there! Shit! Coming! I still want more. He pulls me closed as he kissed my face all over again. Ah! Why are you still so slow! Faster! All I can feel was the highest pleasure that I had ever feel. Hot. Deep. Full. Intense. More. I want more. I think I can hear someone moaning deeply as my hand crawl into someone's back. As pleasure after pleasure causes my vision to blurred over and over again, I can feel my teeth biting someone's skins, drawing blood. Ah, not good. My conscious is slipping away... By the time I woke up, I was cocoon deep into someone's chest. My back hurts. My throat hurts and dried. My head hurts from screaming too much. My body was utterly spent and yet I feel so damn refreshed and satisfy. Ah, damn it. He came inside me again! I am lucky that this man wasn't the god of Life, or else I would be pregnant by now. What? My body isn't human anymore. Even as a male, now, I can get pregnant if I desire it. I have the power and the strength to make it happen. It didn't happen because I do not desire it. Especially when my partner in crime was Tian Yuanle. If not because I am preventing it from happening, by now, Tian Yuanle would have been a father already with multiple children. "Morning, Shinichi." A soft voice called from behind me as kisses landed all over my neck and my body. Ah, damn it. "Shit. Not again. How long did we have sex this time?" I asked, completely awake. I tried to sit up but Prince Yui won't let me. Ah, this man was so damn possessive. Especially after sex. "Two days. Don't worry about the investigation. I had already sent my knights to investigates it." He said as he kissed my cheeks. Ah, you know what? I am far too tired for this. "Let go of me. I need to take a shower," I push away from Prince Yui's chest. The man smiles lazily at me as he let me go. I bet that he would join me in the shower... and I was right. Ah! Didn't you have enough already?! Ah, damnit. Having sex in the bathroom was a bad idea! "No, sex in the bath is a very good idea!" Yui cheekily smiles at me as he lifts my tired body up and drops me onto his fully-awaked manhood. "Ahhh!" Shit, the pleasure. Too much. I already knew this but I will say it again: This man was a damn sex-demon! After another three hours of having another hardcore sex in the bathroom, we finally finished washing our bodies clean. When we came back to the living room, none of the knights are there. Only a small wooden doll was in its place. Oh? A Communication Doll? I look at Prince Yui with a look that said 'You actually made this doll for the knights?' He only smirked back at me and then smile brightly. What a damn deceptive smile. The fact that this man will smile brightly like this when he's scheming was something that I had learned a long time ago. I learned to stay away from him when he's like this. This man was still so damn manipulated. What are the Communication Dolls? Well, a doll. Made from wood using a sculptural technique that involved dark magic and wind magic infusion. You can say that it works the same way a cell phone work via wireless. The fact that Prince Yui had copy this technique and use it in this world was slightly uncomfortable. Why? Because I was the one that created this technique for better communication in one of my previous worlds that doesn't have the technology for such a technique. Only basic magic. Of course, that world was a world of magic and beast, like this one. Only not as dangerous and large. Not only that, that world was only a ranked-E world, meaning that it was a very simple world. So, making the Communication Doll was seen as Mysterious Magic, at that time. As the owner of the Communication Doll, I had opened a business selling those dolls to every kingdom in that world- aside from my stores that I usually opened, so you can say that I was very rich from it. There are various sizes too. Small ones that can be used once or twice to large ones that can communicate long distance. I had made a couple of them that are exactly like wireless, protected and secure, a smartphone from the 36th Century of Earth. The wooden doll in this living room was a medium-small size one. Specifically for private use. To connect from one doll to another, you need to use blood as the medium. This was why creating communication doll is a dark magic art. To make sure that voices reach from one end to another without interceptions, wind magic was used. It took some times for me to perfected this technique. To think that Tian-Prince Yui can make it too was both a surprise and yet not a surprise. It's just a tidbit annoying that this world doesn't such thing as privacy or copyright law. I sit down on the one person-chair as I take out the teapot from my inventory space. What? Oh, the Storage Backpack? I already returned it. Since I plan to only rent it out when I am doing a mission or working, I didn't use it every day. Of course, I could just make one myself but I am too lazy to do it. And besides, if I made one for myself then Prince Yui will convince me to make one for him too. A matching pair... you can say. So, I won't. I made some chamomile tea mixed with cinnamon. Hm. Taste great. What? Soreness? The soreness from sex? Ah, it had already vanished. My body recovered super-fast so no worries. If not, there was no way that I would have survived this man's lovemaking. "Shinichi, me too. Make me a cup too~" Prince Yui whined with puppy eyes as he pouted at me. .... Like seriously, this man. Forget it. It's far too tiring to refused this man. I take out another cup from my Invention Space as I poured the chamomile mixed cinnamon tea into it. Sip. Yep. So good. Delicious. Since the cinnamon in this world was sweeter than the ones from Earth, I don't need to add any sugar or honey in it. It was already naturally sweet. "Nee, Shinichi, can I buy some tea leaves from you?" Prince Yui asked with a tilt of his head. I blinked at his question. "Why on Earth would you do that when you can just make your own?" I asked, completely serious. As a god, Tian Yuanle was far stronger than me. He can create more than just about anything. Such things as tea were easier than breathing for him. His power and knowledge of the Dao were that high. I just can't tell how many Dao does this man knows. I knew that he could create herbs plants from nothing. I knew that he's alchemist skills was high enough to create a world new world from nothing but Dao Laws and Forces. I know that he can be both a god of destruction and a god of creation. What else? "And don't call me Shinichi in this world." I glared at him. "Well, I can make green teas but I am not very skilled with creating other various tea favors." He answered. Was he ignoring me telling him to not call my real name here? "Why don't we exchange them. If you could get me some Sencha, Gyokuro, Tencha, Matcha, Shincha, the Ichi, Ni, and San Series Bancha, and fukamushi sencha teas, Longjing tea, Liluochun tea, Maojian, La'an Melon seed tea, Junshan Yinzhen tea and Keemun tea then I can give you some other favours teas in exchange." I don't have a lot of green teas left since I drink them daily. And since I haven't made tea brushes farms in this world yet, I can't procure my own teas. Besides, with my little knowledge of how to actually grown tea brushes, the chances of success weren't very high. I need to slowly experiments with it. After all, it takes three years for a tea plant to mature from seed. So, I need to create a special zone or greenhouse for it. Or I could just go inside one of my External Spatial Space and do it there. "Okay!" Prince Yui replied back happily as he continues to sip his cup of tea. I had to refill mine a couple of time. Yep, still delicious. Hm? Oh, oh right. Novelle can't come in right now. I clapped my hands to reset the formation within my house. When the knights left, Prince Yui had probably restricted the entrance while we were having sex. After all, it would be very bad if normal people like Novelle and Mayfill come close to us when we're having sex. Our control over our powers wasn't the best when we were that distracted. We probably won't notice if we had accidentally killed someone when we were doing it. So, Prince Yui's action was a greatly sighted one. And it was from experiences... I still remembered that because of this man, tens of my maids died for nothing. Of course, I create other bodies for them but their original bodies were so totally destroyed that it doesn't even leave a drop of blood behind. A minute passed by and Novelle nervous and confusingly came inside. "S-Shirin-sama," She nervously greets me, completely ignoring Prince Yui. she's probably thinking that she did something wrong since she couldn't enter the house in the last two days. Ma, it's not good scaring the kid. "Come in Novelle, sorry about the last two days. I was a little busy so I closed the formation within the house. Which was why you can't enter," I explain with a small smile on my face. Oi, Prince Yui, I can feel your stares and jealousy. Stop it! "R-really? I d-didn't do anything wrong?" Novelle look both hopeful and fearful with a dash of relief on her expression. I nodded. Of course, Novelle didn't do anything wrong. This little girl was so cautious in working here that she wouldn't do anything wrong in fear of being abandoning or fired. So, everything that I told her to do, she did it with a concise and preciseness that are more or less make her a very great little worker. She's royal and know it well enough that I let her control the money for the other orphans because I trusted her not to do anything she shouldn't do with it. "You did nothing wrong, Novelle," I answered as I continue to sip my cup of tea. Novelle sigh out loud in relief. "For now, could you go see if there's any cake left in the kitchen? If there is, served them," I said as I continue to drink my tea. Ah, cinnamon always calms me down. The natural sweetness within the cinnamon doesn't go well with cakes but I can just brew a new teapot for going with sweet cakes. Hm, which tea should I brew? Chamomile and apple favor? Herbal tea? Red tea? White tea? Green Tea? Black tea? Or Decaf teas? Hmm, which one is good? "Nee, Prince Yui, which teas do you want to drink with the cakes?" I asked, knowing that Novelle has found the extra cake slices inside the 'magic cooler' that I made. "Hmm... Rose tea? Or maybe Cherry Tea? What about Peach tea?" This man... yep, he has a sweet tooth alright. The rose tea that he's talking about wasn't made on Earth, it was hand-made by me so it was sweeter and denser than the normal rose tea. The same applies to cherry tea and peach tea... Out of all the tea flavors that I had created, those naturally sweets and doesn't have honey cubes or slices were all favors teas. The majority of them are infused with organic tea leaves that are highly antioxidants and not allergy triggered due to the removal of some certain component. So, not only are they healthier than other teas, they are all natural sweetener and does not make your guilty for drinking a lot of it. Daily. Not that I care since I can't get fat even if I consume all the sugars in the world... And my metabolism and regeneration skills were so high that such things were impossible. This was one of the reasons why Tian Yuanle loves my favors teas. As a Chinese Immortality God, things like sugars aren't something that they like to consume due to the accumulation of impurity within their bodies, making it harder for them to transcended/leveling up. Since my teas were all naturally sweetened without sugars, there was no trace of impurity within the teas at all. Only benefits with no hidden clause. Not to mention, these teas of mine have a large amount of spiritual qi and magic manique in them due to where they are cultivated. When Novelle came back, she has with her four slices of two different cakes. Apple-mango fruit cake and the cinnamon flavored vanilla cream cake. Since I also have a very sweet tooth, but I don't really like it when my cakes are too sugary, I made all the cakes a tidbit sweeter using the natural sweetener contains within the fruits and cinnamon. Which mean that Prince Yui didn't need to hold back. The rest of the day was spent looking after my farms and gardens, making sure that they are watered okay since the kids won't be here until tomorrow. Since I really don't want to cause any irregular effects over my farms, I have to restrain myself with a couple more Restriction Spells as I watered the gardens and farms. Just right after I finished watering everything and making sure that nothing's wrong with my fruits farm, the knights returned with a grimed expression on their face. Their aura surged with a gloominess that had confirmed my suspicion. So, the mana pool's effects didn't get lessen even when that mermaid isn't there anymore. No, it got stronger? Since there was no one there to control the fusion rates of the pool anymore. "Novelle, lead the knights to the guest room and inform Prince Yui that they are back," I said as I went to the kitchen, to see if there are any snacks left. I haven't made any today so we will have to see. There are some cinnamon cookies and some rose cream left so I made some cinnamon rose flavored cookies. When I got to the guest room, Novelle was pale with fear as she shivers in a corner. The reason? Prince Yui's darkening expression and the helpless look on the knight's faces. I just don't know if Novelle's expression is caused by the fear of the mana pool or from Prince Yui's aura... probably both. "Novelle served the snacks and go back home to spend some times with your sister. Come back when it's time for lunch," I ordered her as I passed her the tray with the cookies. Novelle nervously did as I instructed before running away with tears in her eyes, causing a couple of the knights to be ashamed of themselves for scaring a little kid. I sit down far away from Prince Yui, causing him to pout at me, which I ignored in favor of brewing a new pot of teas. This time, it is just plain green teas to go with the cookies, which was already sweet enough. The knights didn't dare to look at their prince's pouting face at all. I bet that this was their first time seeing their royal highness Prince Yui acting so childish like this. This man was very serious at all times but for an unknown reason, whenever he sees me, he tends to acts childish... which can be both adorable and yet strangely irritated at times. He's no kid so even acting like so won't change my mind about this person. He's a hard working only when it comes to things that interest him personally. Anything that he thinks was troublesome, he won't even look at it. Taking me and his relationship, for example. Because I intrigued his interest when we first met, this man has been following me for the past three worlds. That's 2,000 years or so of knowing each other. So, you can say that I know this man well enough to say that he's heartless, ruthless, merciless, cold, sadist, have no interest in things that normal people take interests in, dominating in all that he do, and the kind of man that I really don't want to be friend with since things like friends and family tie is nothing but empty words to him. Tian Yuanle was a very cold man. He was cautious to a fault, merciless towards those that he didn't like and like the same, ruthless, heartless, cold-hearted, cold-blooded, uncaring to those that he has no interest in, vicious and can hold resentments the size of the universe. However, once this man falls in love with someone, even the collapse of the universe will not be able to stop him. And if you betray him, then even if you are in another dimensional realm, different universe, different timeline, he would chase you to make your life a living, special, hell. You would wish that you were dead already. That's just the kind of man Tian Yuanle was. This was why I would never place my heart into his hand. And this was also why I wouldn't accept his heart, either. He knew this. He knew that I know this. This was why he was still here, trying to court me with only 90% of his intention. Both he and I like our current situations. No one was placing one's heart into another's hand. Our trust toward each other can only be counted as physical. It was never emotional or spiritual. Because he knew that I will not accept him as he was. He also knew that with a mere 2000 or so years of knowing each other, I might not hate him but I will not love him either. If there was ever a chance that I would fall in love with this man, then it wouldn't be in this world. It wouldn't be within the next 10,000 years, either. I am pretty fond of him. I don't hate him. I don't love him either. He was not my enemy but he wasn't a trusted friend either. He was not a sex-friend, not a lover, not a boyfriend, or a family member but he was someone who I can trust my back too. Not my heart. Just my back. So, whenever he wanted sex, I will stop him if I don't feel like it, regardless of how much our body and soul reacts. Therefore, in a case like our previous sex, it wouldn't make me hate him either, nor would it cause me to be soft-hearted. Because half-way thru, I got excited too and let him. My heart had been tampered for so long that it turns harder than steel already. No matter how adorable this man acts like, no matter how pitiful he seems to like, it wouldn't cause my heart to waver that easily. So, stop pouting! The knights glance at me but I pretended that I didn't see it. They must've been scared of changes in their prince. The room was quiet. Prince Yui was looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face while the knights were nervously looking between the two of us. Ten minutes later, after we finished our teas and cookies, the knights all reported to Prince Yui with a grim expression and hopeless look in their eyes. Like I thought, even when the mermaid wasn't inside that pool, the magic resides within it was still increasing. And because I had killed every monster inside that cave, it made it both easier for the knights to investigates and harder for them to find any clues as to why the mana pool formed there. On their way toward that cave, they had encountered three waves of hordes from different monsters and beasts. Luckily, there was no Savage, Wild, or Magic Beasts. Only a small numbers of mutated beasts and a lot of normal monsters. Two knights have light injuries and no casualty. In other words, this knights order was very strong, the Elite within the Elites. To be able to survive with little to no injuries from three encounter with hordes of mutated beasts wasn't just luck. It was no wondered why Novelle was so scared of them. Their aura and mannerism were like war-warrior, filled with bloodlust and intensively impressive. The smell of blood from their clothes and weapons was very strong too. His Highness Prince Yui's expression was not good. "Shin-chan," My lips twitch at the nickname, "do you know anything that could prevent the further spread of the mana from the pool?" Prince Yui asked. I had thought that he was going to asked if I knew what cause the mana pool but instead, he asked for prevention instead. I closed my eyes as I think. Hmmm. I don't know if the magic restriction formations that I had would work in this case since it is far too strong. It would probably turn the whole area into a Magical Maze if I use these Magic Restriction Formation... 'Bel-chan, give me a list of magic restriction spells that work short-term but have a wide area of effect.' [Yes, Master.] Restriction Spells, Level 50-80Three Star Restriction BarrierThree Star Restriction BarricadeRestriction of Mana BarrierMagic Forest BarrierThe barrier of the VeinsodetRestriction of DiscontinuityFive Triangles of RestrictionsFive Circles of Termination Hmmm... for short term, that would mean... 12 months as the shortest? And 3 years as the longest for the spell within these level. "The Five Triangle of Restriction spell can restrict the effects of the mana pool for 12 months. Aside from that, the Five Circle of Termination can close the mana circulated within the mana pool for 14 months." I answered Prince Yui. "The Five Triangle of Restriction? Shin-chan, isn't that a forbidden spell?" Asked Prince Yui with a blank look in his eyes. "What forbidden spell? That's only a low-level spell! Don't speak nonsense if you don't know what I'm talking about!" It wasn't like I was talking about the kind of restriction spells that Tian Yuanle knew of. The Five Triangle of Restriction spell was probably a forbidden spell within his knowledge as a god but it wasn't the spell that I am talking about. "Ah, that spell. I thought that you were talking about the forbidden Five Triangle of Restriction spell..." Prince Yui smiles cheekily, brightly with no guilt in sight. This man... Yep. He's a pain in the ass. I don't need to see the knights face to tell that their expression wasn't good. Smirking, Prince Yui asked me for the spell's incantation and how to install it. ... Why do I suddenly feeling reluctant to give him this spell incantation?.... I told him anyway. "Now, go away. Don't come back this year!" I said as I kicked out the prince and his knights. Prince Yui didn't even care as his face have a cheekily smile on it but the knights all look uncomfortable and offended. "Bye, Shin-chan! I will be back in a week!" The prince waved at me as he went thru the gate of my property along with his knights. "..." A week. He will be back after a week. Should I take on a couple missions so that I won't be here when he came back? Yeah, let's do that. "Novelle," I called Novelle. My voice wasn't that loud but because I imbued magic into my voice, Novelle can hear it from her house. Within a couple of minutes, she came to the living room where I was at. "Shirin-sama? Do you need me for something?" Novelle asked with a small relief smile on her lips as she seen that the knights all are gone. "Yes, I will be gone for the rest of this week so I want you to take care of the other kids with everything else. You don't need to cook since I will leave the cooked food in the Ice-Storage toolbox, you just have to heat it up. Just in case, I am also leaving some medicines, potions, and magic stones in case of emergency. You remember the safety precautions procedures that I made you went thru right? Good. I will be cooking now so go back home and spend some times with your sister. Your mother is coming back soon. After that, you can come to clean the kitchen," I instructed her. Novelle nodded dutifully as she went back to her house, which was next to the hot spring that I made. In the kitchen, I made a couple of large pots of tomato basil soups with goblin minced meat, another two large pots of noodle soup with vegetables from this world, a long white rabbit skewers with barbecue sauces and ground herb, couples of fresh loaves of breads with herbs and honey, and for desserts, two large raspberry sorbet terrine and two pack of cookies for snacks. This was only enough for me to eat in a day but it would be enough for the kids to last a week. Just in case, I made another pot of fresh goblin soup with lemon juice and vegetables along with two long- 24 inches- loaves of white bread. I wrote down the schedule for what to serve on what day and glued it to the Ice-Storage toolbox so Novelle can see it. Right now, Novelle can only read up to certain words so I also make sure to put small pictures next to the menu for her to see too. This was for the kids. For Novelle, her food was slightly different. Oh, there's still white bread for her, along with the tomato basil soup with minced goblin meat. But this was only for her breakfast, for lunch, she has a choice between three different kinds of sandwiches. And for dinner, there was pasta in three different kinds of sauces and two other different kinds of bread. Since she doesn't eat as much as the other kids, she tends to take them home to share with her mothers. I made enough food to last for a whole 14 days for them just in case I was not back by then. I have a feeling that I might not be back by then, so making this much food was a given. Accepting quests so that I won't be back when Prince Yui was here was all good and all but the actual reason was that I really want some sushi. Since I am going to go get some ice element fish, I might not be back in time. Who knows? Or I might not be back at all, at least until I know for sure that Prince Yui went home already. Just for precaution, I left enough ingredients for another week of foods for Novelle to cooks them some simple meal and some money just in case.

Chapter 6: Hunting Quest and Mission A week past by with no problems from the kids. I watch them for a week just in case they need help and have questions, but it wasn't necessary. The kids are very diligent and hardworking. So, after a week, I can leave them alone to tends to the gardens. Hmm? How many gardens? Five gardens. Each garden was divided by a walking plank platform and each garden was 32 meters wide by 14 meters in length. All sorts of vegetables and herbs were planted on it. Two of the gardens was the raised bed gardens, and they're far wider so the kids would have to walk around it. This was my way to help the kids build and prepared their body for the foundation that they will need later this year... Asides from the gardens, the kids also have to take care of the fruits trees so it was a pretty large farm altogether. That's why, even if they work every day of the week, it would have barely covered all the plants that need to be watering. So, I had asked for three more kids. Thus, in total, there are 15 kids. All above the age of 12. I won't allow kids under the age of 12 to work at my place even if the kids really wanted too. After all, this is my policy. Instead, I will have the other kids sell out my vegetables instead. Alicia, the oldest girl in the group of 15 was the one that looks after my vegetable booth. In Karnosh City, it was relatively easy to get a commercial license for selling things. No, it wasn't just in Karnosh City, it was this whole Kingdom that made it easier to do business. Since I had a Rank-C Commerce Card already, it was even easier to set up a booth for selling vegetables. All I have to do was pay was the tax for the spots, the tax for selling, and the cost of the booth's license plate, annually. The booth of vegetable was selling orange -color carrots, blue-color radish, long and straight cucumber, cabbages that have stripes of red color surrounding it, red and green stripes of tomatoes, garlic that are shaped like a star, parsley herbs that has wider leaves compared to the one from earth, potatoes that look more like yam but with more starch contents, and ginger that are a bit too large in the shape of a star fruit. Since fresh vegetables in this world are pretty common, the radish, cabbage, tomatoes, and potatoes are sold pretty easily. While the herbs and the carrots are sold not as fast due to it being spices and herbs. What? The carrots in this world are seen as a herb, I can't do anything about it. Still, since the booth was only going to be open during rush hours in the morning and rush hour before dinner, it was something that was sold easily. Everything was sold out by the end of the day with no problem. Hmm? No, there are no people who came looking for problems since the booth had a tag that dedicates that my Commerce Rank is at rank-C. There's no one stupid in this city that would come looking for trouble with someone of a Rank C Commercial merchants. Not even noblemen... No, especially nobleman. While the kids are watching and looking after the booth, I myself am looking at the quest board inside the Adventurer's Guild (AG). Quests to subjugation, hunting, collection, helping, an escort mission, requests from people, etc. etc. There was even teaching and mentoring requests. There was a quest to collect the hides of a Melithar, a bear-like creature that is more alike to a fox than a bear. Melithar is a horde mammal, meaning they live in groups of 30-50 per colony. Like bears- they are very aggressive and territorial but like a fox- each group has a leader and the leader was always looking different from the rest. And like the foxes, they are so damn vexing and wicked with their ways, too. This was why this request rewarded as much as 16 Large Gold coins. Other quests would be subjugations of normal monsters like a wolf, bear, fox, goblins, ogres, trolls, etc. etc. All the way to wyvern and even dragon, which admittedly, was very rare and required a high rank. Something that I don't want to do. Why? Mainly because I, myself, have a lot of large packs of Wolves, Foxes, Trolls, Ogres, Goblins, Kobold, Orc, Oni, Hobgoblins, Gremlins, Gnomes, Lizardman, Titan Spider, Dire Wolves, Giant Frost Eagle, and many other monsters inside my Space Dimension Homestead. Those are my tamed monsters okay? Since Karnosh City was far to the south of the continent, nearer to the deserts land and the swamp, monsters like wasps, bugs, and insects are very abundant comparing to other animals and or monsters. So, the majority of the quest all have something to do with subjugating swarms of flying monsters. In this continent, Karnosh City was the nearest largest city to the 5 Forbidden/Dangerous regions in this part of the Sphere. The Amber Forest was the nearest, with only about 5-9 hours of traveling away. It was the safest of the 5 forbidden grounds. In term of numbers of monsters, beasts and everything else, the Amber Forest was the lowest and most peaceful one. Well, it was still a forbidden ground even though it wasn't that chaotic compared to the other four forbidden grounds. The Swamps of Death and Gloom- or just the Swamps- was farther away, about 16 days of traveling away, farther to the southwest of Karnosh City. Then to the west of Karnosh City was the former territory, a city that used to call Surielsa City, ruled by a prince about 500 years ago. Except that now, that city was totally a dead city; ghost, ghoul, zombies, death knights, and all sorts of dark and sinister class beasts and monsters reside in that former city, making it one of the forbidden regions in this part of the continent. I wouldn't be surprised if that place turned into a Maze or a Dungeon on its own after a couple more years. After that, to the Northern of Karnosh was the Ice Range, the Ice Mountains/Snow Mountains Range that snows 24/7- year-round. It located a little farther up north from the Northern Mountains Range- where the third Sun of this world doesn't reach- causing the area to be very freezing cold. I heard that the temperature there was so low that boiling water will freeze in second from the World's Core. Next to that was the forbidden region where the previous Savage Beasts Horde rampage thru. I don't know where that location is at because it is Forbidden Knowledge, restricted by all the guilds in this world and ordered from the Emperor himself to seal it. If I truly wanted to know, I will just ask the World's Core for the location. But since I wasn't interested in it now, I will leave it alone. There are other forbidden grounds in this continent but those were too far away from here. They might not even be in this Kingdom. The Ice Mountains Range are about a month of traveling away from Karnosh City, maybe even farther away. While the Surielsa City takes about half a month away. One of the quests was both a collection quest and a subjugation quest, requesting honey from the Hive of the Xilra Wasp. The reward was from the Lord of this city, and the request was from his daughter, Lady Luciana. A reward of 100 large gold coins will be given if the proof of subjugation was bought back along with three buckets of honey. So, 100 large gold coin per three buckets, about one-gallon worth, of honey, is a good reward. Honey was a form of medicine in this world. It is a very precious good so 100 large gold coin was a high enough price for even high-level Adventurer to venture out. This quest was a rank B quest, meaning that someone like me who doesn't have a party and is only a ranked C Adventurer, cannot take it. Well, I am not going to take it anyway. I have no use for wasp monsters as of yet. And yes, the body of a wasp can be useful, especially in Alchemy and weaponsmithing. Since wasp in this world was Huge, after burning it into ash, the ash can be very useful as an agent in alchemy and weaponsmithing. As for the honey, if I came across it, I will collect it for my own use. Other than that? Nope. I already have a lot of variety of honey within my Inventory and Space Dimension Homestead. From this world, none, but from another world? A lot. Too bad, I have no use for it for now; the honey of this world nor the ashes. I have my own weapons that I had crafted from my previous worlds so I don't need to make a new one in this world. Although, they are a tidbit too powerful so I might have to make a lesser weapon for this world. But for now, such a thing will have to wait. I have no plan for it. One of the weapons that I had crafted was named Seeker, a dagger that was created from Trillium ore and Dark Iron, and then enhanced by myself using the Orb of Eternal, making Seeker a dagger that could and would kill a god. Seeker was the weakest weapons that I had in my possession. Although I said that Seeker is my weakest weapon, this dagger was strong enough to one-hit kill anyone below level 800. And that, was the level that majority of the gods and goddess, including the so-call Chinese Immortal Practitioners, are at. Hmm? No, I'm not a god or an Immortal since my fields of cultivating aren't in the Chinese Immortality Cultivation like Tian Yuanle. Although, my HP and MP was so much higher than those Chinese immortals... Yeah, even higher than some creation gods out there. I know exactly what this weapon is capable of so I hadn't taken it out from my internalized space- where I keep a lot of my World Defying Items and Objects in, yet. However, If I am going to participate in these large subjugation quests that involve a lot of wasps than maybe I should create a new one, one that is not subject to being a soul-weapon... Or make a new weapon to make it easier for me to kills those bugs and insects monsters. I wouldn't be surprised if I end up crafting one. Yet, for now, I won't since I don't have any iron ingot or bar from this world. I need to go buy some first. After all, I want to create a weapon that won't draw that much attention if I use it on normal monsters. As a result, this quest was ignored by me. Why? Since I won't be making another weapon soon, I also won't accept this kind of quest either. I have no use for it. Instead, I am going to accept the quest for collecting Spiderworm. Like its name suggested, Spiderworm is a kind of docile monsters that eat leaves and make webs as a spider does, only those threads of the spiderworm are mainly used for mana-reinforced fabrics. The quest requested a collection of 100 bundles of normal thread created by the Spiderworm. The payment is 30 small golds upon completion and an additional 5 large silver if there are any bundles of rare thread, per bundles. The so-called rare threads are the thread from the spiderworm that was already reinforced with mana, making it a great material to use for crafting magician's clothes, hats, and belts. It was also very useful for reinforcing other kinds of clothes for better quality and durability. What? You think that this quest was boring? No no no, you don't understand. My goals are to live a carefree life, okay? I don't need to do quests or mission that are troublesome and involving the nobles. Although, it might not do much since... well. I do know that there are both goods and bads nobles- but since I was already known by the nobles of this City because of His Highness Yui, I don't want to take bigger quests that will bring even more nobles to my door. It's a pain in the ass, okay? And besides, this quest wasn't as boring as you think. First of all, the Spiderworm is a very adorable creature that looks nothing like a spider nor a worm. It looks more like a mouse and a spider rather than a spider and a worm. It still has a body similar to mice, but with eight legs and a long tail that created threads. If I were to say anything about it, even their habitat is different from worm and spider. They don't eat their mate. Meaning that they are hermaphrodites, having both male and female reproductive organs within themselves. They will reproduce once every three years and their offsprings are all in egg-form until hatches two months later. And they don't take more than one spouse/partner at a time. Since the female worm had the tendency to create more magic reinforce thread, their ratio is lower to the male. Male produce threads faster but thinner and not as strong, while the female produces smaller thread but stronger ones and sometimes, even mana- reinforce threads. In other words, the spiderworm are a race of insect/mammal mixed. The only reason why they have the word worm in their name was that their waste was very useful in fertilizers, like how a worm inside the earth makes the earth healthy for planting. They are pretty damn adorable if I might say so myself. .... What? What's wrong with my beauty sense? Leave me alone! And another thing, spiderworm tends to attract wyrcats because of their sweet smells that are more or less alike to silver vines for a cat. Which mean that if I take this quest, I might get to see a couple of adorable wrycat. What? No, this wasn't the main reason why I take this quest! Serious! Wrycat isn't demi-human so they don't understand human language so it didn't matter if they make a great pet or not. Even if they do make a great pet... What? I don't want a Wrycat- damnit! I already have a lot of cats creatures, I don't need more! "Enitha, I will be taking this quest and these two collection quests," I said to Enitha, the lady clerk of this Adventurers Guild that works here. Enitha, a brown hair brown eye half demi-human half-human, between a werewolves demi-human and a human hunter, age 15, female, personality calm and collected with a good head on her shoulder, smile professionally at me as she processes the three quests that I have accepted. As a Rank C Adventurer, I can accept up to five collection quests or three hunting quests at the same time. Since the three collections quests that I had accepted are all within the rank of a ranked C quest, Enitha didn't stop me from getting these three quests. Before leaving, I went to the Commerce Guild to see if there's any request near the area that I will be going. There's two mission. One of them was an escort mission while the other was a transporting good one. Since the villages that look after the spiderworm were about ten days of walking away from here, so the number of times that they travel here to replenish their supplies aren't that often. This was why they would make a frequently request to the Commerce Guild, not the Adventurer Guilds. Things like salts, sugars, spices, and everyday essential products. Small merchants love quests like this. However, at this time of the year, the merchants preferred going to other towns and villages, where the villages are larger and have a higher population. So, quests like this were left alone at the Commerce Guild for lower rank merchants. I am not a merchant but my Commerce Guild rank is at C, so I can take quests like this with no problem. As for how my Commerce Guild rank can be at rank-C when I just got to this world not even that long ago, you can blame that man for this. The escort quest was for a rank D merchant, the Therius Merchant Group. The group had already contracted a party of five Adventurers whose party was at rank C for a party. So, with the addition of me to the list, there are a total of 15 guards, total. There are four wagons filled with crats and six small but sturdy horse. Two of the four wagons was a King size wagon while the other two are small twin-sized size ones. According to the smell that comes out from these wagons, those are healing potion, salts, sugar, herbal medicines, stock for alchemy and something that smell oddly like vinegar mixed with rice wine. Fusion agent? This smell... yep, fusion agent for potion making and fabric proofing. And then, there are the presences of magical tools, tools which are imbued with magic such as Magic Lighting Ball, use for lighting in the same way as to how lights were used for on Earth with the energy called electricity. So, this escort quest will probably go all the way to or near the villages where the spiderworm are located at.

Chapter 8: Eliminating the Goblin's Hideout I had said this before and I will say it again. I am very tired of being over powerful... Maybe I should ask Prince Yui to make me a restrainer since he's far stronger than me, the restrainer that he made might be stronger than the one that I had on right now. It didn't take me ten minutes to eliminate every goblin, monsters, animals, wild monsters, magical beast, and etc. etc. from the surrounding area within the range of 15 miles. Even though I held back a large portion of my strength and mana, I still one-hit-kill any monsters, animal, wild beast, etc. that I came across. Well, that might be because I always used headshots so it would always hit the brain inside the beast, monsters, etc.etc. Killing them instantly. This way, the core of the monsters and beasts are intact and I could sell them for more resources. White Wolf, Black Wolf, Savage Rabbit, Fire Foxes, Black Foxes, Stone Tigress, Crystallized Moths, Goblins, Ogres, Trolls, all sorts of monsters. When I came back, my Storage Backpack was filled to the brim with all sorts of those beasts carcasses. Ranging from small ones like the Savage Rabbits to trolls and wyverns, you can say that I totally get rid of all the monsters within the range of 15 miles from this village. Oddly enough, one of my Secret Skill attempted to activate right when I was killing the Crystallized Moths and I let it. Since it was just a safe Secret Skill called [World Item Generator], I don't see why I can't activate this skill for a bit. As a result, the Crystallized Moths dropped a couple of random items. [Item: Leather Pouch][Type: Space Container]A special spatial pouch made to carry currency- up to 500,000 coins worth of value. Safe from thief and magic inspection.[Rank: 6] [Item: Crystal Stars][Type: Accessory(Earring)]Able to grant the owner +12% Physical Damage Reduction for 4 hours upon activation. Require 90 Strength and 40 Intelligent.[Rank: 5] [Item: Wing of Flying Flame][Type: Wind Armor]A special magic wing made out of pure fire magic. Increase defense by 30% and can absorb physical damage up to 10,000 points.[Rank: 8] It was only low-level items but for people of this world, these items was already enough for someone like Marcus to see them as Heirloom Grade kind of artifacts. I would probably sell them later but right now, I will just place them in my External Space - the Inventory Space. I haven't been to the cave that was the Goblin's hideout yet. But, according to my reading, there's at least ten hordes worth of goblins inside. Ten thousand goblins, a hundred ogres, fifty trolls, two variant trolls and someone who should be the chef or leader. Ahhh - this reminds me of something that I had experienced before... What was it again? Damn it, I can't remember. Anyway. Then, there was a section of the cave where I believe was where they hide the human girls. However, some of them are so weak that their pulse barely beats anymore. If I don't hurry, I will be too late. Well, it was already too late to save the girls from traumatizing experience but at least they are still alive. When I came back to the village to drop off all the carcass inside my Storage Backpack and to inform Marcus of my finding, he asked me to take the healer and the mage with me. I agreed, only so that they can help out the women inside the cave. As a man, I will only cause them more fear. And this is insurance, to make sure that none of the women inside will fall for me. It will only cause them more pain later on if they fall for me. It happened before because of my carelessness. So, this time, I will make sure that none of that happens. Unnecessary kindness will only hurt someone else if you don't intend to take responsibility for it. At the cave Entrance "Shirin-sama, this is the cave right?" The mage, Mariel, asked with some doubt. Ever since finding out that I can do more than just one elemental magic, and the fact that I am also a master swordsman, Mariel, and her husband, Uris had started to call me "Master Shirin", which was stopped by me so they can only call me Shirin-sama, as their form of respects. Since there was nothing that I can do about it, I let it go. As long as they don't spread it to the point that the merchants would start calling me that too, then they can call me that. "Yep, this is the cave. Since you're a mage over water and ice, you can probably feel the emission of water elements inside the cave, right?" I asked. "E-eh? Oh, yes. I can feel a faint trace of water element inside the cave at about 2 kilometers from here, a little to the west in that direction." Mariel said with a tense look on her face. Oh? She could only feel a small trace? There's a huge ass pool inside the cave, large enough for me to be able to tell the depth of the pool, all the way to the size of the fish inside it. Not to mention, the large amount of mana emitted from within that pool might be the cause that increases the amount of goblins in this area. If the pool inside was really what I think it is, then, this problem cannot be in my control anymore. As this will turn into a National Problem. If not taking care of properly, the surrounding villages, towns, and cities near here will turn into dead settlements, overrun by beasts and monsters of all kinds. And it won't be just normal beasts and monsters, that will be the least of humanity's worries. Asides from that, I could also sense the human inside too. They are getting weaker due to fear of their surroundings and not having anything to eat, along with being the force by the goblins. Not only that, for some odd reason, there's an aura of Emptiness within that cave. "Well, then, let's hurry." I lead the two women inside. Whenever I passed by, groups of monsters would drop dead on their own. Causing the two women to be so shocked that their mouths stop closing altogether. If they swallowed flies, it ain't my fault. Just because I have a large Storage Backpack doesn't mean it will fit all the monster's carcasses so for now, I am ignoring them. On our way back, we will loot everything that we can. When we got to a crossroads, I made the two women stop. "What are you doing? Why are we stopping?" Mariel asked nervously. Lindari had already stopped shaking from fear since earlier but now, she's started to shake again. As a healer, she wasn't a damage dealer. She can only heal, so she's pretty much useless until they rescue all the women. With only this much resolve in her, Lindari will never be able to be stronger than this. At this rate, she would die in here, if not next, then the one after quest or mission that is this rank. I didn't answer. Instead, I place my hand on the earth underneath my feet and start chanting. "Spike of Earth, strong as steel, sharp as swords, obliterated my targets!" Within a second, screams of pain and terror shouted from the two ends of the crossroad, causing the two women beside me to shivers in fear. I won't bother letting the monsters in this cave go. After all, even if they are tameable, they still are not very cute. Not to mention, this race of goblins aren't the kind that will be loyal to you even if you had successfully tamed them. I have no need for monsters that will not be loyal to me, much less monster that will sooner or later cause harm to others. Mariel's eyes were shining as she looks at me. What? Oh, the spell? It's just an Earth spell. I then lead the two women toward the sector of the caves that were holding the human women's prisoners. I left them to their jobs as I continue toward where the Boss of the goblins was at... another two miles away from here, toward the pool that I can tell has some kind of Spirits beings in it. Yep. There's a huge ass goblin sitting on a throne made of bones, holding a large mace. Although, the throne was placed in a not-normal place... The throne was on a bridge going into the pool. And from what I can see, inside the pool was a ...mermaid. A mermaid with long golden hair, whose head was on the so-called Goblin Boss's lapse... What the hell? They're a couple?! The Goblin Boss's hand was gentling petting the mermaid. The atmosphere can only be called Lovey-dovey... Okay, I know that my lucks wasn't something that can be decreased but for real? I can feel my mouth twitching in annoyance. "You finally here," A deep voice call out. My eyes meet with the Goblin Boss and I feel like pulling my hair out. Not again! "Fuck." I cursed. "What do you want?" I asked, completely annoying. I have been to situations like this already in my previous worlds. More times than I care to count for. The Goblin King looked at me with surprise before his eyes turned solemn and majesty. Wisdom and intelligence that was far higher than some human out there was clearly visible in his eyes. "Can you take Ariel back to the Sea after I die? Ariel got lost in an underground cave that used to connected to here thousands of years ago. So, not knowing that this place doesn't have seawater, she starts living here. So now, her magic was causing the water in this cave to turn into a mana pool, causing all the monsters in here to get far too strong. I tried to kill off those that are weaker but as time goes on, my level got locked by the God of the Goblin, causing me to stay as only a goblin for the rest of my life. This also makes my authority over the rest of the monsters in this cave non-existent. The only reason why they cannot come over here to this part of the cave was that this is Ariel's territory. Because Ariel is my wife, I gain the ability to see the future and I know that you will be the one to kill me. So, I can only request you to let Ariel go back to the sea. She hasn't done anything. She doesn't eat the food that I bought, much less human. So, she's pure," The Goblin Boss was strong enough to know humans language and communicate with me as he explains his situation. Completely cleared and calm. Oh, fuck this situation. "If I don't kill you, will you swear to be my slave? If you do, I will take you both to my home and make sure that you both are protected there. Also, I will also create a teleportation point for your wife so that she can go back and forth to the sea shall she wish," I asked. Since this Goblin Boss was strong enough to not even fear me- which might be because he has already accepted his death- and can communicate with me this much, his intelligence and wisdom will be a great help as a slave to me. Not that I need slaves but it is better than killing it. After all, this Goblin's soul was so damn sure that it makes the surrounding area brightened up. This Goblin hasn't even killed a human before. I bet that his the boss of this race only because he's stronger than anyone else. Even though he has never done anything that he should as the Boss of this Cave. His far too naive and innocent, this goblin. Killing someone like him would only leave a bad taste in my mouth and conscious. I just hope that Prince Yui can be convinced to leave the man alone and not get jealous out of nothing. Otherwise, yeah- this goblin might not be living for so long if that man got jealous that he can't stay with me but a mere goblin can. Pointless jealousy. "I cannot." He answered with his eyes dimmed with tears and his face sadden with a resignation that speaks of his hopelessness. "Even if you don't kill me, I will still die soon. Inside my body, the Goblin God has put a Cursed Magic Shard inside of me. I will die today from exploding due to the cursed magic shard or die from fighting you. Regardless of what you will do, I will still die." The Goblin Boss calmly explains to me as he continues to pet the mermaid in his lapse with a softness that causes the mermaid to close her eyes in satisfaction. Although it seems that the mermaid cannot understand what he said, she was sensitive to the atmosphere here enough to worried about the Goblin. "A cursed magic shard?" I nearly laugh out loud. "If I can take the shard out of you, will you be my slave for the rest of your life?" I asked, completely confident that he will agree. This Goblin Boss might be the Boss of the goblins in this Cave but his level was very low. Only a level 10 Goblins. And because this Goblin has never killed any monsters from outside of the cave before, his strengths are oddly high while his level was oddly low. He might have an Extra Skill and or an Innate Skill, causing his level to be low but his strength and speed to be very high. The Goblin's serene and calm eyes started to shivers with emotions. "Really? Can you really take out the cursed magic shard inside of me?" The goblin was oddly cute... His eyes were larger than normal so it makes him look very adorable. Even as a monster, this Goblin Boss doesn't look or feel like one. Although, if you ask someone like Lindari, then the only answer would be "Terrifying". The aura around the goblin was closer to a small innocent and sensitive kids rather than a monster. Yep. This is my luck, alright. ┐( ˘_˘)┌ It would have been far easier if I meet someone who was scum, bloodthirsty animal, or sinister demons with the brain to actually make plans but in my case- this happens more often than not. "If I take it out, will you be my slave for forever?" I asked, completely knowing and taking advantage of this monster. Since this Goblin Boss was so intelligent, I am sure that I can make use of him. Even though I already had a couple of millions of different colored Goblin in my Space Dimension Homestead and my Soul World Space, the goblin from this world, this guy was the first one to show this much intelligence and wisdom. Don't tell me that his soul was transmigration? Oh. No, it wasn't. The Goblin Boss nodded his large head so fast that it causes the wind surrounding him to change. Afterward, I turned the goblin into a Summoned Stone along with the mermaid so that I can take them with me without causing panic. If anyone notices that my house has a Goblin Boss inside, I could just say that he was a Summoning Beast, to serve as my Slave. After all, Summoning Magic was very rare in this world so no one will question me if I said that I can summon monsters to serve as my minions. When I went back to see if Mariel and Lindari had finished helping the women, they both look utterly exhausted and weary. All the women that were rescued were all pale and weakening. A couple of them had already lost hope in living. Their eyes are hollowed and blank while others look so miserable that it cause Mariel and Lindari to cry for them. Even as strong as I am, my heart as a human being was still intact. I didn't lose any emotions such as pity and sympathy. So, I can sympathize with these women. However, I can't act much for them because doing so would cause their karma and fate to change too much. And that will only make it harder for them later on. "Which one of you is Novelle's mother?" I asked, making sure to imprinted my voice with mana so that all the women would have no choice but to hear me. A woman with pale skin, long brown hair, and green eyes raise her hand. Her face was dirty from sleeping on the floor while her clothes were torn over someplace. Yet, her figure doesn't look like she was forced, yet. She looked very tired and wrenches but that's reasonable. So, I made it in time. There's 47 women total, ranging from teenagers to women in their 30s. A couple of them looks newly captured while the rest seems to be here for a couple of years already. Two of the blank faces girl had a trace of giving birth to monsters before, while three of the younger girl had signs of being pregnant. The rate of pregnancy in this world is the same as Earth if both parents were human. However, monsters in this world have a far higher rate of birth and a much faster time during pregnancy. Within two more months, the three women with signs of pregnancy will give birth to the halfling, half-human half goblins. Three to four of them, at once. Looking at the pregnant women, their eyes had already told me that they wanted to die. As a woman, they have no hope for living now that their body has been tainted by monsters. Ignoring the three women for a second, I turned back to Novelle's mother. "What's your name?" I asked, causing the woman to look hesitant. "Mayfill. My name is Mayfill," She answered after a couple of seconds of hesitation. I nodded my head. "Mayfill, your daughter, Novelle, had officially requested me to come to rescue you as with the condition that if I succeed, she will be my employee for 10 years alongside your baby girl. And of course, you are also on the contract. For more information on the contract, please ask your daughter when we're going back," Since I am far too lazy to explains. Mayfill looks both confused and fearful at what the contract could include. After all, there are cases where it was originally an Employee contract but it soon turned into a Slavery one because of certain conditions stated on the contract. But I guess, for Mayfill who had already thought that she will never be able to see her daughters again, this was both a good thing and a bad thing for her. I don't care. The contract was only for 10 years Employee. I specifically made it so that Novelle and her mother will be the one working for me. What else could it be if not for making metal wires? Well, not exactly metal wires since it is for musical instruments. Like Piano Wires, Guitar Strings, Violin strings, etc. etc. What? This world doesn't all the musical instruments that I like to use, okay? There were a couple of somewhat traditional musical instruments like herpes and plucked musical instruments but more modern ones like piano, violin, viola, and a couple of Chinese Instruments aren't known in this world. I just found that out when I read the books I bought from the bookstore in the city. After that 10 years, Mayfill might need to find somewhere else to work for because I don't' plan on having her renew the contract. And besides, I might not be in Karnosh Town by then... Just a feeling that I have. "Shirin-sama, what about all the monsters carcasses?" Mariel asked, feeling hesitating to leave them as it is. "Collect them. As much as you can carry, toward the entrance of the Cave and I will make something to transport it. For now, we have to inform Sir Therius of what is in this cave." I answered. "What is in this cave? Didn't you kill all the monsters already?" Lindari was both fearful and curious. "A Mana Pool," I answered as I narrowed my eyes. All the girls pale and started to panic. Some of them collapsed on their feet and starts shivering in fear. "Enough, calm yourself down and help me transfer the bodies to the entrance," I said as I started to collects the nearest bodies into my Storage Backpack, causing both Mariel and Lindari to snapped out of it. Everyone here knows what a mana pool is. They don't need me to tell them how there was a huge increase in monsters in the surrounding forest once they heard I mentioning about the mana pool. Since I had already turned both the Goblin Boss and his wife, the mermaid, into summoning stones, I had also erased all trace of them in the cave. Even if the Emperor sends people to investigates this cave, they will find nothing that will say that there are beings living right next to the mana pool. Me, Mariel and Lindari started to go back and forth into the cave to transport all the carcasses of monsters into the entrance of the cave while the women are eating the foods that I made and passed them out. This was to make sure that they won't be too weak to walk back... or never mind. I'm just going to create a wooden wagon and make earth golem to pull them all. It didn't take us that long to transfers all the carcasses since we all have Storage Backpack in varies the size. The storage backpack that I had rented was the largest, capable of 10,000 pounds of a carriage. Mariel's storage backpack was only capable of 2,000 pounds while Lindari's storage backpack is 3,500 pounds, as she's the one that cooks for their team so her storage needs more space to hoard all the materials. The carcasses all weighed from a minimum of 120 pounds to 180 pounds for each of the goblins. The ogres are larger so they weigh from 300 pounds to 450 at max weight, per ogre. The trolls weighted from 600 pounds to 750 pounds each. Other monsters vary from 100 pounds to 500 pounds each. As a whole intact body of monsters, their weight also included everything in their body. To make sure that it is easier to transfer them, I have cut all of them into 4 pieces of carcasses, not including the head. This bled out the blood in the body, decreasing theirs weighs even more. If that wasn't enough, I also separated their internal organs and froze them using water magic. So now, Mariel is in charge of transferring the organs while Lindari and I take care of all the carcasses. I had already sent one of my summoned animal to informed the merchants of what was in the cave so it shouldn't take them long to come here. In that meantime, I and Mariel, alongside Lindari will finish transferring all the monsters parts. It really shouldn't take long as I am pretty fast at this kind of work.

Chapter 2: The City of Karnosh Honestly, I really don't have to do anything to survive in this world if I don't want to. Why? Because I have the Beginning of All Lucks and Ending of All Lives System, Baleal system for short or nickname Bel-chan, with me. Bel-chan is an Alive System that had gathered all kinds of soul, energy, lucks, life, and data from all sorts of universes. And no, Bel-chan wasn't from the Space-Time Controller Dimension. No, Bel-chan is Far above those admins from the Space-Time Controlling Dimension. Bel-chan is the only system that can record and stores everything that I been through. Even during the times that I had spent in all of the worlds (that I was send/kick/slipped/pull/whatever into, including the records of the knowledge that I had learned and researches about) - to all the money/currencies that I had earned for myself. Bel-chan helped me manage them. To know who or what Bel-chan was, you would need to go back to my Second World but that was so long ago. So, to shorten it, Bel-chan is an Alive System, created by me as the Controller of my Power. Before Bel-chan came along, there was already a previous System from the Chaos Space-Time Management Realm that got bounded with me. However, after Bel-chan came and absorbed that System into him, Bel-chan's relationship with me was as Creator and System. So, Storing items was just one of the many functions that Bel-chan has. That's one of Bel-chan's ability, anyway. The other ability was that it allows me to move from one world to another at the cost of my energy. Although, I can only stay for one hour at best in the other world if I used this ability. Which was why I barely used it. It wasn't like I can go back to my original world with this ability either. The third ability of Bel-chan was that Bel-chan is a Living Space-Time Paragon System after he had absorbs my previous System. Which mean that Bel-chan controls anything that has to do with Space and Time. He can stop the time, increase the time, reverse the time, and reflows the time anyway he wants to. Of course, that is if he has my permission. This ability is now Sealed. Why? Because it was far too powerful. If that wasn't enough to tell you that Baleal/Bel-chan is a fucking damn cheat, then the fact that I can hoard, plants, stores, change anything using my internal space, which was apart of Baleal, should do more than tell you. What? Did you guys forget that I learned Toxicology and Chemical Engineering? Phem, of course, I can change the base of the things that I store inside Bel-chan. I have and I still do it. The Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh abilities of Bel-chan is now on Banned. I cannot talk about it. I cannot mention its name. Nor could I tell anyone about it. So, yes, in this world too, I am still very powerful. Too Powerful. I don't even have to move if I didn't want to. I could just hire someone to cook, clean, manage everything for me if I want to. I have the money for it. It not, I can just create a puppet to do it for me instead, which would have been easier than hiring someone. No, more than just having the money for it. I have TOO much money for it! Millionaire? No, Billionaire? Nope. Then, am I a trillionaire, Hell no. I don't even know what digits my money is in, much less how much money I have, exactly! No, seriously, I am so rich that the number of digits was just a digit to me. What? You don't believe me? Okay, I will show you. "Baleal, show me how much money do I currently have," Just this one command was all that I need for Bel-chan to wake up and tell me how much currencies I have. All the money or currencies that I had earned from the previous worlds are all accumulated inside my [Inventory Space] and can be used in my next world. It will automatically change into the current world that I am staying in currency if I want to. As I say, Bel-chan is a fucking damn cheat. [Master's Loot of Currency as of today: 999,999,999,999,999,...999,999,999,999,999,99,994...] This weird and long number came up whenever I asked for my wealth. Now, you know why wealth is but a digit number for me? The number was so long that I can't even see how many digits it truly has. The storage houses that I built to be used for storing the currencies that I earned inside my Internal World Space was already about the sizes of 50 Metrodome together. Let's not mention about the amounts of money that I had inside my Inventory Space. It would only make me depressed. The amount of money does change as I use the money inside the system but with this much money, I honestly don't even notice how much I originally got any more. And what was with the ellipse in the middle and end?!!! In the last world, I had used about 100 Billion Immortal Gemstone to buy a whole continent of beasts and transferred it to my internal space. And yet, that number of currency up there didn't change at all. Even though I have this much money already, I can't seem to stop making more. I honestly don't even know why I can't stop making more money, either. Maybe it's because of my brother's influences? As I used more money, the incoming money was also far higher in ratio too. Why? Because I got bored easily so I always start doing businesses in whatever world I went through. What? This was Bel-chan's power only and not mine? No no no, you misunderstand. Bel-chan was created to surpass and restrain my power, okay? Not the opposite. I originally didn't have Bel-chan. The first System that I had was from the Space-Time Controlling Administrator within the Chaos Realm of the Deep Space and Time. However, that system cannot handle my power and vanished after I left my first world. How did she vanish? She got absorbed by Bel-chan. Why? Because Bel-chan was looking for me. Me, who's Luck was so damn high that it absorbed Bel-chan's Source of Luck. And yes, Bel-chan was trying to kill me. Not only was he unsuccessful, his very Core and Origin got absorbed by me also. So, now, I and Bel-chan are linked together for forever. And as I continue to grow stronger, I turned Bel-chan into a Restrain Origin Heart that restraint not only my power but also my soul. Why? Because I don't want the worlds that I passed through to die, of course. So, you can imagine what would my knowledge interface looks likes. Don't even mention the knowledge interface, I don't even want to open the interface for my Titles and Accomplishment, not to mention my status profile. Sigh. I guess I will have to show you guys what I mean when I said that I am tired of my OPness. Unless you see it with your own eyes, you won't believe me when I say that I am very OP. "Baleal, show me my Status Profile and Succession," A screen of black, white, grey, blue, green, and red letters shows up. It was a simple and yet futuristically design. Master's Profile [First Name: Shinichi, Last Name: Tokugawa (Shirin)] [Age: 21 (Eternity)] [Status: Sealed] [Level: 99,999,999,999(Sealed) (Max: 100)] [Health: 999,999,999,999+][Mana/Qi: 999,999,999,999+] [Physical Damage: 999,999,999,999+] [Spiritual Damage: 999,999,999,999+] [Magical Damage: 99.99% Accuracy] [Health Regen: 5,000,000 pts/Sec][Mana/Qi Regen: 4,000,000 pts/Sec] [Essence Regen: 5,000,000pts/Minute] [Movement Speed Max: 100,000 AU Light Year/Sec] [Carrying Capacity: Limitless, Growing Type Internal Spaces, Limitless Inventory Space, Growth Type III Space-Time Paragon Dimension, Growing Type External Spaces] [Classes: Demon Hunter, Holy Priest, Prime Warrior, Holy Shadow Rogue, Shaman Prince, Hunter of Beasts, Divine Dragon Tamer, Mage of the Four Elemental, Hero and Demon God, World Saver, God of All Luck, Tower Creator, Dungeon Master,...Hunter of Food] [Profession Title: The Lazy Traveler, One-Person Army, Creator of Magic, Dragon Priest,... God of Cooking] [Resistance: All Elements, All Mental Resistance, All Physical Resistance, All Spiritual Resistance] Succession: Title and Achievements as of Today Taming of All Beasts Mastery of Weapons Mastery of Stealth Mastery Unarmed Combat Mastery of Blacksmithing Mastery of Crafting Mastery of Enchanting Mastery of Luck The One You Wish as Your Husband/Wife Lady of Luck's Son The Wish Granter and Wisher Saver of Worlds Legacy Achiever Dungeon Creator Master of All Jack-of-all-trades Mastery of Armed Combat The Knowledge Base The Archive Log Creator The Puppeteer Master .... .... .... The list goes on and on. Now, you see? I have been like this since my 6th world. It was to the point where I have to Lock up all of my Titles, except for one. The weakest that had nothing to do with combat. The one that was actually cursed to weakening me. If I used the other functions of Bel-chan, then not only would my status would change again, it would also unseal the Seal that I put on my soul, body, spirit, and control. Yet, even Sealed, I can't stop getting stronger. I would be getting stronger and stronger each time that I got pull/push/whatever-it-was- to other worlds. This was especially true when I use Bel-chan. This was why I am not going to use the other abilities of Bel-chan. The normal functions like scanning, storing, taking out things, and examining? Fine. The functions that came with his other ability? Like communication to other world and traveling to the said world? Fuck, no. Just, no. It was because of these two other functions that my levels increased this high. By the time that I noticed it, my level was far too high already. Oh? You are worried that I will have a problem with controlling my strength? I understand. I would worry too if I were you. Still, don't worry about it since I have more than enough experiences with controlling my strength, and even when my size changes, I will still be able to control my strengths flawlessly. After all, I don't want to destroy another world because of my strength... it happens before okay?!!! So, I put in A LOT of efforts into suppressing my sources of strengths and controlling it. Even during combats. Besides, Bel-chan will also help so there's no trouble. In fact, I have this on my current status too. In this world, it would look like this. Not the above information. Name: (Shinichi Tokugawa)Shirin Level: 36 Class: Adventurer Class C Current Status: [Self Cursed, Self Restriction, Self Restraint] Healthy Ability/Skills: [Unarmed Combat Rank SSS] [Armed Combat Rank SSS] [Magic Combat Rank SSS] [Affinity of the Four Gods] [Earth Magic Rank SSS] [Water Magic Rank SSS] [Wood Magic Rank SSS] [Air/Wind Magic Rank SSS] [Fire Magic Rank SSS] Chef of the World Of course, my card as an adventurer would only show [Chef of the World] as my only ability or skill. Since the ability to control Fire, Earth, Wood, and water was already a part of my Ability as a Chef of the World. If I say that I have other skills, then there would be no one to say otherwise. Since, as a chef, people have various different skills, it's not really a lie. Not only that, but this world's Core was also backing me up too; if I said that I have such and such abilities, then the Core could just show it on my Adventure Card. Why? Because she was far too frightened to do otherwise. That's not what I am worried about. What I am worried about was something else. In this world, my strengths aren't what was worrying me. No, it was something else. A man named Tian Yuanle has been following me to the last couples of worlds. And he's here in this world too. Okay, fine. He's been hitting on me, okay?!!! He wants me to marry him! But I don't wanna! I might be gay and cannot love women but I sure as hell don't like people like Tian Yuanle. I don't hate him but that doesn't mean I liked the Chinese man, okay?! I might be Asian but I grow up in USA and England so I don't act like a typical Japanese male at all. So, Tian Yuanle's pursuing of me was a little scary and creepy. He was a stalker, okay?! A damn powerful one, too! Just because I had sex with him a couple of times and went on a couple of dates with him doesn't mean that we were lovers, okay?! I already told him that when we first met. That it's was only a "One-Night-Stand"! He agreed to it and yet here he was, in this world, still stalking me, again. As the Prince of this Kingdom. Like seriously. The last time, he was the second son of the Jade Emperor, and before that, he was the Sage of Wisdom, and the time before even that, he was The Magician of Fire and Water, and now he's the Prince of Bahamut?! Just what in the world does he want with me?! Okay, fine. I know exactly what he wanted but nope, not happening. So, for now, I am ignoring him until I can't anymore. Let's go back to the topic, shall we? We shall ignore that man for now. After all, not ignoring him would only give me a headache. This city, Karnosh, had existed since hundreds of thousands of years ago. Built upon the Old City, its foundation was strong and magical veins was abundance. Making life easier for all citizens. Currently, the city was being led by the Feudal Lord Flavius Kendal-Sutcliffe, Lord Flavius. Karnosh City was a prospering city of 45 million households and counting. It is one of the major city in this part of the Kingdom. Yep. This world is a Sovereign govern world, like the first, third, fifth, tenth, and other worlds that I been too. From the Highest authority to the lowest; Emperor, King, Archduke, Grand Prince and Grand Duke/Duchess, Prince/Princess, Duke, Sovereign Prince, Marquess/Marquis/Margrave/Landgrave/Count Palatine, Count and Earl, Viscount, Baron, Baronet and Hereditary Knight, Knight, Esquire, Gentlemen, and lastly, Slaves. Lord Flavius from the Kendal-Sutcliffe House is a Viscount Household. To be honest, after all these times, I am still not used to worlds that have Slavery. The 36th Century of the Earth that I was born in doesn't have Slavery. There is Maid, Butlers, and Servants but there was no such thing as a slave in the 36th Century due Humanity Rights laws and protections. I mean, why would you want to have human slavery when you have automates and intelligent machine to help you? And even with automate and A.I. machines, we never treated them as slaves. It was just not done since the 23rd Century. After all, those A.I. have learning capabilities of their own, if we don't treat them right, then soon enough, humanity would have slavery to the automate. The Laws of Protections for A.I. and Automates are even above the laws for humanity protections. It was a good thing that in this world, Slavery was just a temporary Contract and isn't permanent, unlike some of the other worlds that I had been to. Unless, of course, if you are a criminal then- too bad, it is a lifetime. And yes, Slavery is a hereditary title. That means that if you are a slave and birth a child when you are a slave, then your child will be a slave. However, that child had more options on how to free themselves too so it wasn't a lost cause. Those are called Second Generation Slaves. If you are a Third Generation Slave, then the contracts were shorter and can be bought within 1 to 15 years. First Generation Slave, if the slave is criminal then it might be a Forever Contract. They don't have the privilege to leave any child or offspring behind. However, if you are a First Generation Slave that isn't a criminal and have a good to okay track records, then the slave contracts are up to 40 years at most. Second Generation Slaves are the children of the First Generation. They have more work to do and can earn more. They also have the qualification to learn trades skills such as cooking, alchemy, dismantling beast, and the likes. The third Generation has even more options because they can learn to read, write, counts, and do basic maths. As for Gentlemen, they are free-men. The commoners of the kingdom. The merchants, peasants, and farmers are all within the gentlemen class. Esquire is a courtesy title for men of higher social rank; Law-holders, Government of villages, town or sometimes landowners. The rest was similar to how Earth's Royalty, Noble, and Chivalric ranks in Earth. As for me? I am a Free-Men. A Gentlemen. Within this social class, I am an Adventurer. A mercenary in a way, you can say. So, I have more rights and way more freedom than a normal Free-Man has. Of course, being a free-man have its own advantages and disadvantage. The only difference between me and the other free-man of this Kingdom was the fact that I am not a citizen of this Kingdom. I am only a visitor. A temporary Visitor. So, I don't have some of the free-man's advantages and I don't get a lot of the disadvantages that free-man has in this Kingdom. For example, I am an Adventurer of Class C, who are required to at least take one Class C mission once a year. I don't have this requirement as I am a Visitor. And as a Visitor, I cannot take a mission that is above rank A. Of if I take it, it gots to be requested personally by the client itself. The Adventurer's Guild cannot serve as the meditates for me. The disadvantage was that I had to listen to order within a limit by the royal family. Which was why I stay in this City in the first place. Because of the order from a prince. I came into this world 5 months ago, within the forest to the South of Karnosh. To be honest, I had already made myself a wooden house there and was living pretty relaxing. I wasn't bored since I can play with the animals in the forest, plants my farms, take care of my house, and doing whatever I want there with nothing to worry about. When I got bored, I would come to Karnosh and trades, buy things, and listening to talks in the bar or the Adventurer's Guild. However, because Tian Yuanle, no, his name in this world was "His Highness Prince Yui Lexial Bahamut", found me and force me to come here with him. He ordered me to come here with him. Since he cannot force me to go with him to the capital cities, I must stay here and wait for him. Why was he able to force me? Easy, because that man was far stronger than I am. After all, he was a High God, whose free to come and go into any world that he wanted with no consequence. Of course, I was the only one that knew this. Same as he's the only one that knew my strengths and powers. And my tendency to being pull/slipped/transferred into another world at no notice at all. Because I refused to go with him to the Capital, he left me here with a warning to not run away. Because it is useless too. That man can find me even if I died in this world and went to another world, there was no way that he couldn't find me in this world if I went into hiding. It is effortless for him to find me if he wishes to. That's why I am here, currently staying in the inn Cats-Eyes. Of course, I pay for it myself. There's no way that I will let him pays for me and give him the excuse to stay here or make me come with him. No way. The currency in this world was really like a game. It was very easy to understand. And there's a reason for that too. Majority of the reason was the fact that it was extremely hard to get the resources to manufacture/create the currency. The other reason was that this will make life easier for commoners. As a result, the Kingdom is safer toward humans, fewer bandits to worry about that way. There are Copper Coin, Small Silver Coin, Large Silver Coin, Small Gold Coin, Large Gold Coin, Platinum Coin, and Magic Essence Coin/shard. You need 100 copper coins to be the equivalent of 1 small silver coin. Which mean that 100 copper coin is worth around $10.00 on Earth, in Federal Credit, of course; not Galactic Credit. Federal Credit. After all, you need $10,000.00 Federal Credit to get 1 Galactic Credit. It wasn't easy to earn Galactic Credit. Well- for other people, that is. 1 Small Silver Coin= $10.00 1 Large Silver Coin= (10*10) =$100.00 1 Small Gold Coin= (100*10) =$1,000.00 1 Large Gold Coin= (1,000*10) =$10,000.00- or just 1 Galactic Credit on Earth. 1 Platinum Coin = (10,000*10)= $100,000.00 1 Magic Essence Shard/coin= (100,000*10)= $1,000,000.00 The sizes of the coins itself are very similar to how Earth's the United States coins currency. Copper is the smallest at the size of a dime, Small Silver is the size of a penny, large silvers are the size of a nickel, and small gold coin is the size of a quarter. The size of the large gold is slightly larger and thicker to the quarter coin, while the platinum is about the three times larger and thicker than a nickel. A low-income commoner household with family members of four only needs around 8 to 10 small silver coin per week to survive. At worst, 5-7 silvers coins was enough to guarantee a good life for a family of four to five members for a whole month. They will live below the poverty line but at least they won't be hunger. The commoner people only know that there are platinum coin above gold coin and Magic Essence Shard/coin above platinum coin. They had never seen how it looks like before, except books and pictures which have only the smallest necessary details only, and not the whole looks. The reason why the currency was easy to understand and was made out of copper, silver, gold, platinum, and magic essence shard was because this world has a lot of mythical and magical beasts. A lot of mythical and magical beasts. Very- Much. This made it extremely hard for people who aren't able to use magic to survived so mining resources for making currencies was not an easy job. Still, money wasn't a problem for me so I don't really care much about it. What I want was a relaxing life, okay? Since I cannot do anything else that would make me struggle for my life, the only choice left was to live a relaxing life. The last time that I try to struggle for my life living in a Forbidden Continent in one of the previous worlds that I keep getting pull into, I got turned into the Demon God of that world. And, damn it was it frustrated. I never wanted to do that again. Whoever says that a God of a race is the most powerful being, have the most freedom, was clearly lying! Currently, I am in my room in the inn, organizing the things that I need to do to live comfortably in this city. Let's see. I still need a house to live in, which mean that I have to go buy land for myself. Building a house for myself and furnished it myself. Why? Because I want to waste time doing nothing here in this city if I have to wait for that asshole to come. And, because I don't know how long I will be living in this continent for. If I made it myself, I can customize it to however I like. If I bought the furnishes from other people, the designs might not be my taste. One great thing about buying from others was that it helped the economy and relieves the commoner's financial stress. The bad thing was that their skills aren't even my liking. Much less their tastes in the subjects. At this rate, the pros and cons are equal. Let's see, buying land would be handled by the Commerce Guild. So, let's go! But, before that. I am hungry. So, I should cooks and eat before going. Since I eat a lot, I made at least 50 people portions. This is for my breakfast only. As for lunch and dinner, I will have to cook again when I come back. Hm? No, I cooked inside my room inside the inn. Of course, with a protective barrier and Free-Scent Formation in place. It wouldn't be good if the people in this inn smell what I was cooking, after all. I have no plan on being stalked on because of food. The Commercial Guild in this world was just like how the Wholesale companies and Supplier works on Earth. Except that it handle more things, like property and merchant's law. Of course, there are laws to make sure that merchants don't cheat the people off their money. Going into the Commerce Guild, I didn't bother looking at the interior since I don't care and just go grab a number. Since it was very crowded in here, I have to wait a couple of minutes for my numbers to be called. I could have just gone straight to the clerk front desk but Nah. "How may I help you, Master Shirin?" The clerk lady asked politely. Well, of course, she's going to be polite. The last time that I was here, on the first day that I came to this world, I brought over a hundred wild boars carcasses and another fifty wild wolves carcasses to the commerce guild. So, they know me pretty well. Ah, by the way, in this world, I am called Shirin. And only nobleman or people high in the social ladles have the last name so I don't have one in this world. So, yes. Blame me for scaring the poor girl. "Hey, Liz. I want to buy a plot of land for building my house. Is there any plot available for sale to Visitors?" I asked her, trying to not scare her. No, I didn't smile at her because I knew that it would only frighten her. I'm a pureblood Japanese but that doesn't mean that I look like a superstar or an idol from Japan, okay? I am normal. Just normal... My looks are normal... right? I really don't know since my sense of beauty is a little... off, as I been told by my parents and brothers more than once. Oh, I do know that the pretty boys from Korean, Chinese, Japanese all looks good and cute, but that's pretty much it. I can't really tell which parts were good, which parts look handsome, or which parts make me thinks that they are adorable... In other words, anyone who's a male will appear to me as their personality does and not their looks. When I see innocent Korean boys, I will think that they are cute. When I see bishounen from Japanese Drama, I will think that they are beautiful... That's it. I'm not really picky. "L-land plot? Yes, there is a couple of plots of land for sale. Please wait a minute," Liz, a young human girl between 20 to 25 years old with short red hair and Western-like features, said as she went to the back and come back with a couple pieces of paper. Like I said, my sense of beauty is off. I cannot tell if this woman is beautiful or not. I only know that she has a Western face and a skin tone of a Caucasian. She does look good in my opinion but that's not really reliable when it comes to my sense of beauty, involving humans. "There are five locations available this month for sale. Normally, they aren't allowed to sell it to Visitors but since you have His Highness Prince Yui's backing, it was not a problem. There are two small size land plot, one middle and two large plots. The small size land cost 50 large gold coins while the middle size land cost 120 large gold coins. As for the last two large lands, one of them cost 350 large gold while the other cost 370 large gold coin. Would you like to see the paper?" Asked Liz, trying her best to not be scared. It's not like it can help. Even without doing anything, my aura was naturally a little intimidating for normal people like her. Oh well, she'll get used to it soon enough if she keeps interacting with me. "Yes, let me take a look at the paper," I replied as I take the paper from her hand. Looking thru the papers that show the land and its surrounding, only the last two large land are close enough to the Adventurer's Guild and the Alchemy Guild. The rest was farther away, more toward the center of this city, where the richer civilian and nobleman lives. I choose the one that has the largest amount of land since I need the land space for gardening and storage. Even though it was slightly expensive and I feel like it was a rip-off. It was better than not having enough space for my future projects. "Liz, can someone show me this plot of land?" I said as I handed the rest of the paper to her and keep only the one that I wanted, temporarily. "Yes, please hold on a second. Millin, can you show Master Shirin to Lukia-sama's plot of land?!" Liz yelled across the room, toward a boy in his early teenage years, who was serving a couple people some drinks. "Yes, please hold on a second!" The boy called Millin shouted back as he put away the teapots on his hand. Mirin, the son of this guild's Master. He's 14 years old this year, I believe. And, he was an apprentice magician. A beginner magician you can say. With short red hair, inherited from his mother, and gentle looking eyes, from his father, Millin was a very adorable boy for his age. Responsible and gentleman. No no no, if I look at Millin like that, that damn idiot prince will be jealous and cause trouble for the boy. A couple of minutes later, Millin shows me the plot of land and I decided to buy it. We came back to the Commerce Guild and finalized the paperwork. Same as Liz, Millin was pretty scared of me so we didn't talk much. All I do was listen to the history of this land and why it was so cheap even though it was a large plot of land, while Millin explains it as best as he can without pissing his pants. Half-way thru, my stomach grumbles from hunger so I took out my lunch and start to eat while he shows me the rest of the land. This had surprised him so much that he trips a couple of times because I ate a lot. There's not a lot of formality that needs to be done since I have my Adventurer's Card with me. I could have used the card that the Commerce Guild gave me last time I sold the beasts carcasses to them but I decided not to. All I have to do was gave my Card to Liz and she will place it above the Magic Crystal Ball along with all the paperwork that needed to be filled, and then we're done. Since I wanted to build my own house, I will also need to gather the materials myself. Of course, I could have used ordinary woods like oak, perch, or maple but why bother when you have a free forest filled with natural magical trees? To the South of Karnosh City was a large and dangerous forest filled with all sorts of wild, mutated, and savage beast. This forest was called the Green Amber Forest due to the kind of trees that's native there. The Green Amber Trees. This forest was the forest that I first step foot onto when I came to this world five months ago, at the outskirts of the forest. The Green Amber trees are a kind of magical reinforced trees that have magic essence shard inside their core. It is very strong and very tall. Royalties and Nobleman love to furnish their houses furniture and stuff crafted from these trees. It is very famous and popular goods that are in high demand due to its ability to let the mind sleep calmly and nightmare-free. But with little supply to its demand. The magicians and warriors of this world especially love these trees woods. It doesn't even have to be crafted into anything. They just want a small piece of it on their body to help them train better without distraction from their mind. Or to sleep with it for a nightmare-less dream. For my house, I want it to be built with this wood. However, since it is far too eye-catchy, I plan on using Red-Autumn Wood as the exterior and the Green Amber wood as the interior. Why would I want to use this wood? Obviously, because I sometimes have a nightmare, and when that happens, my restrains over my powers tends to loosen, this caused all kind of abnormal things to happen so I am taking precautions. This way, if I have nightmares, it wouldn't go outside my bedroom or house. The Red-Autumn trees are also another kind of magical reinforced trees but it wasn't as strong or in high demand as the Green Amber woods due to it been easily obtainable and its light-weightedness. The Red-Autumn trees grow extremely fast and it was extremely easy to plant so the majority of the commoners' house's foundations are made out of this wood. I will also need a couple hundred ton worth of stone too. But that can be bought easily so it isn't a problem. "Okay, now all that's left is to rent a Storage Backpack from the Adventurer's Guild." I murmured to myself as I made my way to the guild. I could just put the materials into my "Internal Space" or my "Inventory Space" but I don't want to. Once I put something into my either Space, it sort of replicates that item's material makeup and make it possible for me to plant or create that item inside my Internal Space. However, doing so require a large amount of energy. And doing so will always cause my levels to increase so I really don't want to do it. Due to my somewhat small build, when I first went to the Adventurer's Guild with Prince Yui, I nearly got into a fight with a couple of the adventurers there. Of course, I didn't show them my power because I didn't need to. His Highness Prince Yui was the one that stopped them. Since then, no one in the guild wanted to offend me because they all knew that I am someone who the Prince was currently... courting. By the way, this was very normal in this world. Polygamy was something that this world needed for the survival of humanity. After all, humans were only a small 10% of the world's population. So, no one stopped people from having multiple wives or husbands since the fatality rate was so high in this world. 90% of the mortality rates in this world was from beasts, the rest were from human and sickness. Since the normal people of this world only live to be around 60-70 years old, pleasure and sexual enjoyment was something that they seek daily. To live to their fullest, no one wanted to be abstinence from sex. It was just not done for the people of this world. In every towns and city in this world, there will always be multiple places that have brothel for both genders. Some people who don't want to be slave will choose to enter the brothel business. However, doing so will also cut off many of their paths for the future too. Even if this world doesn't look down on people who work in the brothel business, doing so for some people was very humiliating since the majority of their clients are people who had not married and or doesn't have wife and or husband. This made it hard for them to marry in the future. So, it wasn't strange that the Prince, not the Heir to the Kingdom, is courting a male. Even the Emperor of Bahamut Kingdom has male consorts, let's not mention other princes. Much less the Empress of this kingdom. By the way, His Highness Prince Yui is the Third Prince of this Kingdom. He has two older brothers, two older sisters and one younger brother from the same mother. He has five step-siblings from his father consorts and his mother's male consort. There was also another two step-siblings coming soon. So, it wasn't strange that he, as a male, was courting me, a male. The only thing that's weird was the fact that I keep rejecting him. To the shock of the surrounding people. What? He has the looks, the personality, the strengths, the power, the money, and the backing of the royalty. Who would want to reject someone like that? Who can? I can. Since I was just a Visitor to this kingdom and not a citizen, I am not obligated to marry the people of this Kingdom. Such was the rule of this continent. Thank goodness for that.

Chapter 1: Bel-chan and the World of Cidetal This world of Cidetal was a world of myth, magic, and swords. No, not Citadel. Cidetal. Ci-De-Tal. Pronounced Ki-De-Tel. This world is my 27th worlds/times that I had entered/transferred/moved into another world. The first time that I had experiencing going into another world was at the end of my life on Earth, when I was only 21 years old at the years 3566 of the Republican Galactic Calendar, as I had just finished my second year of college in New York City and was already transferring to another college in England's University of Cambridge to continue my Chemistry there, where I majors in Toxicologist and Chemical Engineering. Meaning- I do researches new drugs, chemicals, agents, and other substances on living organisms. I also created and remade a lot of molecular formula and the chemical structure of new and old drugs. For example, the Open Chemistry Database in the year 3566 for the Chemical Engineering students have a lot of open data that anyone could use. However, within the database, anything that has poison or could cause deaths are locked behind a secured wall. Those formulas behind the database wall, 1/3 of them all belongs to me. It was even to the point that the Galatic Federal Reserve have to put down more than 10 RED-Core for those formulas. Honestly, I didn't think that this would happen, either. I don't want it to happen either! (╬ Ò ^ Ó) Even though I didn't die and wasn't reincarnated or anything like that, I still left the Earth that I was born in, near at the end of 36th Century, in the 3rd Millennium of Mankind. Right in the mid of Galatic Informational Age. I didn't get transferred into a game either. It would have been much easier if it was a game that I transferred/entered to. No, it wasn't even that. For me, it was just a case of going to a walk in the park and misstep on a rock that sends me to that world. That world isn't this world, Cidetal, but it was a similar world. It was a world called Woruim- for short. It was a world that's similar to the 18-19th centuries of Earth. The only exception was that there was magic in that world. A rank B world right of the bat! I had to stay in that world and survived for more than 50 years before I was literally slipped out into another world with no warning whatsoever. Leaving behind trusted friends, new families members, a boyfriend that I was still dating- and was planning on marrying when he proposed, which shall be the next day on the day that I had literally slipped into the next world. Just.... (ʘ言ʘ╬) Really, just... (╬ ʘ皿ʘ ╬) Okay, calm down, Shinichi. It has already been long ago. You don't need to be so mad anymore. Sigh, okay. Deep breathe, out, in, again... Okay. When I said survived, I didn't mean struggling against life in general, okay? Due to my... over-powerful brain and imagination, it was extremely easy for me to learn magic. So, yes, by the time that a mere 5 years passed by, I was long made the Supreme Magician, The Prime Sage, in that world. It was just that no one knew so- as a result, the people that I left behind have to suffer a lot. Hmm? Yeah, I didn't age in that or this world at all. I am still looking like my 21 years old self, except that my personality has maturer. And, my naivety had started to play hide-and-seek with me. The second world was also similar to Woruim. It was a world called Parsthania. Except that this world was like the First and Second World War on Earth, COMBINED. War and death were everywhere. There was so much more dead that it make Adolf Hitler look like a small kitten comparing to the people of that world. Survival of the fittest doesn't even fit into that world. There were no such things as peace. Why? Because of the System called Judgement and Execution. This world of Parsthania was a world that defied humanity itself and yet won't accept Death. It defied any morals and sins to the last line. They did all sorts of dark and ugly things to humans and nonhumans alike, to the point that humans and non-humans were nearly extinct. In this world, I learned all sorts of dark and light magic spells and evolves the already strong spells that I learned from Woruim into another whole new level of mastery. Spells like {Darkness Ascend, Gate of Hell, Overlord of Life, Death Ascend, ETC.} Spells that are from the Dark Element Branch of Magic. Curses, assassin skills, and all kind of things like that were learned by me and mastery by me to a level that would make any gods trembled in fear. If that wasn't enough, this world's history died along with me wiping off all the people who have dark-magic and Light-magic elements and erased all traces of it off the History from the World's Memory. Why? Because this world needs it. It was necessary if I wanted to save that world. After all, if there was no darkness, then how would you know of light? Without death, how would you know life? When I was there for the 342 years, at the eve of the 343rd years, I was pulled into my third world. Literally, pulling. A shadow had pulled me to the third world. And I can't do anything about it. The third world was a world of doomsday. It was an Apocalyptic world. It was very similar to the Earth that I was born in but in a different dimension. An Alternative Earth, I said. The times were around the 23rd Century, 13 centuries before I was born. Officially, at least. That world was like the zombie apocalyptic games that I played with my cousins, My Days to Die and Dark Within the Light, Run for Your Life, Left to Survived, The Last Man on Earth, Rush of the Deads, all combined together and make it a reality with a twisted of sadism and wickedness. It even has lore that was similar to games! In this world, you can say that I live a life filled with all sort of competitions and dodging conspiracy from other people since I have too much power. In this world, the zombies weren't a scary thing. No, it was human themselves. Since I can use magic even in that world, you can say that I was the biggest pie dropped from the sky by the gods for them who were starving. Literally and figuratively. How? Because I have Bel-chan with me. After that world, I gave up trying to go home since it was obvious that I cannot go back to the Earth that I was born in anymore. *Cry* I still resent that! ヽ(≧Д≦)ノ!! The fact that I cannot watches the shows that I love anymore, see the pretty boys from Korean, Japanese, China and all over the world via the Internet anymore was very... bitter. I wanted to watch The Mask Singers of the Century! I want to watch My Gods and Goddess of Immortal Songs! What about my favorite of all, I am The Supreme Singer?!!!*Crying* (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)ﾟ I still fucking damn resented the world for... slipping me out of the world without any warning whatsoever- even if the god of that world has given me enough resources and compensation to last for ten thousand years, I was still mad at it. I don't know if it was because my luck was far too much for my original world to handle that it slipped me away or because I was needed in other worlds. Both views aren't what I was looking for either! I am very much still begrudging my former world. (ﾉಥДಥ)ﾉ︵┻━┻･/ After all, I even went thru the trouble of learning Japanese- which I had already known how to speak of but not writing, Chinese, Korean, Thai, English, French, and a lot of other languages just so that I can watch and understand the shows from those countries. Do you know how much stresses I went through trying to convince my parents and brothers to allow me to learns those different languages?! What uses would the languages that I'd learn to do now?!!! Well, I did use English, Korean, French and German in my previous worlds before so I won't be too bitter. But still, I haven't seen a world that had entertainment programs like those from my original life at all. *Sniffed*. I'm bored okay?!!! Utterly bored! Arg, I'm so damn bored that I am tempted to start world-conquering if not for all the damn paperwork that I will get if I do. Me plus paperwork equal disaster, okay? So, don't give me any paperwork... well, fine. Just a little is still okay. So, here I am. In my 27th world traveling experiences. In a world called Cidetal. Like I had said before, this world is a mythical, magical, and swords world. As in, really game-like literally mythical, magical, and flying swords, all that, world. Fighting took about 70% of what this world consisted off as its foundation and development evolution. Well, they have to do so if the people wanted survives in this world. After all, there were varieties of wild, mutated, and savage beasts of all kind out there in this world. Let's not mention Magic Beast. That's a whole new pie that I don't want to go thru right now. There was even Corrupted beings that are alike to zombies and Dark beings like wraiths and reapers that eat souls. This world was worse than the third and ninth worlds that I been too. The ninth world was a world filled with radiation of all kinds, so imagine how people live there. It was a Rank SSS world, after all. This world wasn't a Rank SSS world but it was a Rank A world. Cidetal is a Rank A world. And yet, the dangerous level in this Rank A world was even higher than that Ninth World that I went through. Four suns, and three moons. This world has four suns and three moons. Each sun rotated at the interval of 24 hours, thank you gods and goddess of this world. There are eight moon phases for each moon, thank gods. Otherwise, the tides in this world would have been a natural disaster, too. So, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 5 weeks are considered a month, so a year have 60 weeks in total; since there are still 12 months in a year in this world. On certain months of the year, it was extremely hot, enough to cook raw meat to well-done within a minute. On another certain month, in a certain part of the world, it was freezing all over. Way below Zero-Degree celsius. On another part of this world, it was eternality springtime. Some location is in Autumn years round, while others are eternal, figuratively, springs. Strangely enough, the time was the same as Earth. Only, the gravitational force and gravity itself was a lot stronger than the Earth that I was born in. Lest see- in number, the gravitational force of this planet was even heavier than Jupiter, which was only 24.79 m/s². This planet's gravity was already 32.16 m/s² During the First Sun, Solius Sun, the temperature in a certain region can increase or decrease up to 20 degrees on average. And then, the Second Sun, Souns Sun, the temperature will always decrease by 20 degrees or so. Lastly, the Third Sun, which was called the Suntur Sun and the Fourth Sun, which was named after the Behemoths God, The Behemutur Sun, will always bathe both the Southern-Eastern and Souther-Western Spheres in either 35 Degree higher or minus 35 degrees lower. In another world, Summer and Winter Sun are the Behemutur Sun's Rotation. Spring and Autumn are the Solius Sun and the Souns Sun's Rotation. As for the Moons, the first moon was named after the goddess that controls them. How many gods and goddess are being worships in this world? Too many. Honestly, I was tempted to just let the beast here kill me and send me off to my next world, if not for the fact that this world has some really adorable animals that I am interested in keeping. Just because this world's animals are all beasts doesn't mean that there are no docile animals. Sheep, rabbits, house-cats, and a couple normal animals are all docile animal and can be tamed. I was even thinking of taming a couple more... Well, that is if I can without having a certain someone getting jealous. Those animals will die if that man got jealous. Animals/monsters like Yeti, Griffin, Centaur, Mutated Panther, Mutated Boars, Savage Bargesh, Wild Nidgos, Corrupted Ice Imp, and Fire Imp, Savage beast Balrog, all the way to animal/monsters like Goblin and treants can be found in this world. And yes, even Pegasus and unicorns. Majority of them are passive-aggressive, meaning that if you leave it alone then it will not attack you. However, there are corrupted and aggressive beasts like the Dark Panther and the Mutated Panther that will kill anyone on sight. Or try to, anyway. Asides from that, there were the magic beasts... the beast that was affinities to magic and can use magic in the same way as a human. These? Are another whole new level that I really don't want to talk about. The dragon was one of the magic beasts race. Daemon is another. No, not demi-human. Daemon. As in another race from the other side of this world. Real Daemon. Not the elf, dark elf, beast-race, or dwarves. And certainly not Demons from Hell either. Daemon- A race of Devils. Real daemons similar to the devils from the bible and from any God-influences world that have only black and white. I haven't met them yet but I heard from the World's Core that Real Daemons don't likes to interacts with demi-human and other races. Since they live far longer than the elves and will literally eat any races as a food source, no one wanted to live near the border of this side of the world as the result. What do I mean by this side of the world? Well, literally that. This world was literally [Divided] into two Sphere. The Northern- Eastern Sphere; where the Daemons, Vampires, and Spirits Beings lived. The Southern-Western Sphere; Where the Human, Elves, Dwarves, Demi-Human and some Fairy lives. Both Sphere of the world has Beasts, Monsters, Savage Beast, Corrupted Monster, Mutated Beast or Monsters, Magical Beast and Spiritual Monsters so nowhere was safe. However, for the Northern-Eastern Sphere, the Magic Beasts there are far stronger due to the presences of the Daemon. After all, if they don't want to die then, they have better get stronger as the weak tend to die early. This world of Cidetal, only about 60% of the world are land. The rest are Sea-water filled. There are a countless amount of small island in this world but lands large enough to be call Continent, there was only 6 of them. On the Northern-Eastern Sphere, there's three continents and countless amount of islands. While on the Southern- Western Sphere, there are also three continents. The Northern-Eastern are the Daemon Continent, The Magic Continent, and the Unknown Yet Continent- it's not known because the World's Core was protecting it for that man. So, no one has found it yet. The Southern-Western are the Arciors Continent, The Moltenils Continent, and the Themosis Continent. If you said that this world is large then it is large, but it was also small too. Comparing to other worlds that I had been through, Cidetal ranked in the Fifth Place as the largest worlds that I been through. So, it was very large if compared to Earth. Asides from this, according to the World's Core, this world had just been through a War between The Good Gods and the Not-Good Gods about 50,000 years ago so the world was still recovering from it. Sigh. Just thinking about it cause my head to hurts. What now? Do I have to continue living in this world now that I am here? Here, being, the City of Karnosh. In the Kingdom of Bahamut. In the Continent of Arciors. In the world of Cidetal. Mou~!!! Fuck my life! Why can't I just lived in one world and died there?!!! No, WHY CAN'T I DIE?!!! And stay dead?!!!

Chapter 3: The Green Amber Forest In the Green Amber Forest, there are five layers, area, a total of circulations, regions, that made up this forest. The outer two layers are where the majority of the beasts are. It was also where the house that I built was located at. However, by now, that house was probably torn down since no one was protecting it. Unless, of course, those animals that I had tamed watch after it. If soon, then, the house might still be intact. However, I have no hope of going back there again since that man had a force that space into a Folded Space- making it near impossible for me to return back there without his notice. And if he notices and came to live there with me- believe me, I wouldn't be able to get up for days. Much less being able to freely live my life the way that I wanted. That man was far too possessive. The third, the middle layer, was a large body of rivers that divided the inner and outer part of the forest away from one another. Inside the river, large voracious beasts like the mutated piranhas are very common- so common that it looks like a nest of ants on the hill of the butterfly! The ecosystem inside the river was even more brutal and harsher than out on land. So, unless you are very strong, no one was willing to go cross it. Much less going near it. This, I have no problem with. It was pretty much a walk in the park for me. The strongest Green Amber Trees are in the inner part of this forest so I must go in deeper into the forest even if it's far more dangerous than that. After all, if I wanted to use the Green Amber Tree than it was best if I used the strongest one possible. Otherwise, the house won't last if that man came over for a night. I passed by all kinds of beasts, from small ones to large ones. From a family of three to a horde or group of 20 or more. From weak ones like a normal wild beast to savage beast that had hide, fur, skin or leather made out of all kinds of metals. From Magical Beast to Savage Beast, there are literally billions, if not trillions, of them in this forest. The Green Amber Forest was a huge region of land that extends for more than 90,000 sq. miles. The area looks so large that it practically looks endless. Every human and intelligent beast alike views the Green Amber Forest with a revere and respect, along with a large amount of horror. No one wanted to make a joke of this forest. No, it wasn't that there's no one who wanted to make a joke of this forest. Rather, it was because they can't make a joke about this forest. Why? Because of the mythical creatures living here. Literally, from mythical creatures such as unicorns to four-winged birds that have fired over their wings, all live here within the Green Amber Forest. All in all, the majority of the beasts that were ranks very dangerous are living within the Green Amber Forest. The rest were either living in other forbidden regions or in a dungeon- which was very rare for this world. However, there are also a lot of cute and adorable looking magic beasts here, too. For now, I will leave them alone. I don't want to tame any of them yet. The ones that I had tamed at my old wooden house before that man came to get me was still living there- I can senses them. However, they can't go out of that place anymore due to the Folded Space, so I have no need to get any new beast yet. Whenever I got bored, I might come here to play with them for a while but for sure, as of now, I cannot tame any of the stronger beasts near to the core of this forest yet. I still need to learn more about this world before I do that. I don't want to cause trouble for the citizens of this world if I did something wrong. I had learned my lesson the hard way, so now I want nothing to do with being a Demon God or not, again. When I got to the area that has the most amount of Green Amber trees and yet with the least amount of beasts, I let out a small bit of my aura to scare them away before cutting the trees for myself. On some of the trees, there was couples birds nest for the White Silver birds. The White Silver Birds was magical birds that are very intelligent and fast. Royalty likes to tame and breed these birds to use as messengers and guides in the capital city. However, it was very hard to take care of them since these birds are carnivores. Rarely do they eat grains and not meats. It doesn't mean that they don't eat grains but rather that they do eat the grains cultivated by humans. It has to be Natural Wild Grains that has a lot of magic energy within it. The Wild Grains in this world wasn't the same as the ones that I have but due to their nature, the White Silver Birds likes to eat those grains when laying eggs. Other than that time, they rather eat meats from stupid beasts that wandered into their area. The White Silver Birds has red crystal eyes that can see the magic veins within a living being. So, they would mostly target the veins once they are hungry to quickly killed their prey. This was why it is very dangerous to tame these cute, smart, and yet dangerous birds. This was also the reason why this area of the forest has a lot of Green Amber Trees but not much of other variety of beasts. These cute, smart, and dangerous birds are the first to fly off once I let out my aura. A couple of them flew towards me, as an offering of themselves so that I won't kill the rest of its kind but I just shoo them away. I don't need any of them. One of them looks at me with eyes filled with tears as terror and fear caused its wings to shivered in fear. I nearly sighed out loud at the cute look within the bird's eyes. I took out a large Jade Rice from within my Spatial Homestead- or formally known as my Space Dimension Homestead- where the majority of my tamed beasts reside within. The large Jade Rice was a big two of my fists holding together. The White Silver birds that were looking at me now look at the large grain within my hand and its eyes widen hysterically large. It looks at me cautiously but the temptation from the grain was too large for it to resist anymore. The White Silver Birds flew toward me and used its sharped claws to grab on the grain softly- fearing that it will damage it- before it flew off to where the rest of the birds flew toward. As the White Silver birds flew off, I started to cut down the trees that I liked. I only needed around 20 of them for the interior construction of my house but since I plan on making office desks, furnitures, floors, and walls with it, I best cut at least 50 of them. What? Interior design costs a lot of materials! And my house wasn't going to be small, okay?! The Green Amber trees in this world aren't as huge as the trees within some of my External Spaces but they are very large and tall compared to the normal trees. So, just 50 of them should be enough to make a house and all the furniture that I need and want. Still, cutting 50 trees in a dense area was too much so I only cut a couple here and a couple there. To make sure that I didn't leave a large space of nothingness behind like a blank spot on the back of a monkey's behind, I selectively cut down one here and one there only. By the time that I finished cutting 50 trees, it was already lunch time. So, I hunted a couple savage fishes, a couple Fires Boars and collects some herbs to cook them. After finishing eating my lunch, I continue on. Of course, I didn't forget to cut another two extra trees to use as the joints for the house and the furniture. What? My house will be a traditional Japanese jointed style house. Not Western style. It will be a Japanese Style jointed House with a very traditional aspects. Using wood joinery techniques that I learned from one of my master in one of my previous world, who's a master at building constructions using wood joinery techniques due to the location that he lived in. What? He lived on a large island that had three to ten earthquakes at a time per month. So, of course, his house building technique will be very effective due to all those experiences that he got. This part of the world doesn't have an earthquake that I knew off since Karnosh City live far to the south of the continent but I still wanted to stay in a more Japanese influences house. You can say that I got used to living in a more modest yet traditional home now. Which was why I would rather design my house myself. The houses in this world were far too Western styles and more European style. Which- I admitted, I have no problem with but I would rather not live in since this world's building proficiency was not good enough to create sound-proof walls! Anyway, as I make way back to the city while searching for new herbs that I haven't seen yet, I came across a horde of mutated goblins and a group of Black Foxes fighting. Judging from the fur and features of the Black Foxes, the foxes are Savage Beast. What's a group of Black Foxes doing this close to the river wasn't something that I care to find out. As for the mutated goblins, these monsters are all over the place so I wasn't surprised that they are here, too. The difference between a mutated beast or monsters was the fact that mutated beast has more cores inside their brain, the resulting of them going mad, while a savage beast or monster that had successfully merged the two core inside their brain during their process of turning into mutated. Once the two cores merged together and synthesized, it turned into a crystal stone called the Magic Shard, and it is no longer call a core. The reasons why a Magic Shard was also the rarest form of currency in this world was also because of this. The amount of energy within the Magic Shard was enough to power the whole city of Karnosh for one whole 3 months- if you think of it as electric energy. Once a mutated beast or monster successfully turned into a Savage beast or monster, their size also increases from 10-1000 times larger than their previous size. It's toughness increase by at least 500 times, vitality by 20-300 times, intelligence by at least 100 times, and some gains the ability to even turned into human form. However, they also lost the ability to give birth or have offspring, too. When this happens, the majority of the times, human cities around that particular area are wipe out clean. However, this doesn't happen for no reason- since a majority of the savages beast was very lazy. One of the reasons why the savage would rage on a human city or town and village was due to the actions of humans. Savage beast makes a great pet and ally to anyone in this world. They understand the human language and are very royal once it was tamed. Not only that, once you tamed one, its offspring- not the blood offspring one- will be royalty to you too. It was like the goose who lay the golden eggs only for the golden eggs to be a twin yolk. Only, in this case, it is a hell-goose who's more than happy to hold grudges. And its revenge has more consequences than humans can take. Yet, nobleman and royalty will always want it despite knowing the consequences of doing so. So, it makes sense that Savage Beast and human are blood-enemies-kill-on-sight. Still, such a thing was not a problem for me. All I care about was that the black foxes pelts look utterly sparkling and soft. I already have a lot of such things from other world but from this world- these might be the first. I want it. The pelts. The goblins? Their meats is edible but it doesn't taste that good compared to normal pork and chicken. But still, since goblins are monsters in this world, their meats have a ton of nutrition value and was very popular for commoners. Which, mean that I can use their meats or sell it to commoners for cheap. Okay. Let's kill it. Since I don't want to damage the fur of the Black Foxes or grind the goblin's meat into a paste, I have to use magic spells that won't cause too much damage. Which mean that I have to use little to no mana at all for those spells. I have a lot of spells that don't require much mana but those spells were more or less far too dangerous to used them in this part of the world. So, that meant that my options are limited. The spells that I would have to use would need to be very fast so that it doesn't give time for the black foxes and the mutated goblins to reacts. And mutated beast has very fast reaction times. Their reflexes aren't something that normal human in this world would want to face without any kind of plan or protection. Well, any spells are fine to use on the goblins but for the black foxes, it is best to use something like "Air-Restriction" skills to kill it slowly. If not, something like "Grasping of Heart" was okay too. Quick and easy so that the fur/pelt will not be damaged. Within a second flat, I snapped my finger and the horde of mutated goblins all collapse while all the black foxes stop first before frozen in the spot and collapse too. Green blood was spilling out from the mutated goblin's nose, mouth, ears, and eyes. While the black foxes eyes were bright red with blood, telling me that their brain and cores had been shut down by me. I didn't use Air Restriction since that takes a couple of seconds for it to take effect so I used Grasping of Heart to erupted their heart internally while shutting down their cores and brains synapses while I was at it. Killing it fast and painless as possible. Well, I didn't forget that the Heart of the Black Foxes was an ingredient in certain alchemy recipes but since I had already erupted it, it is no use crying over spilled milk. The horde of mutated goblins has 335 bodies that aren't poisonous while the black foxes are all good. There's a total of 350 total since there were only 15 black foxes. I was hoping that there might be a White Fox within the Black Fox group but oh well. Still, with this much furs, it should be enough for me to make a couple of blankets and carpets with. Fufufufu, I can't wait to sleep on it. I thought as I collected all the bodies into the rental Storage Backpack that I rented from the Adventurer's Guild(AG). When I get to the AG, I will let them dismantles the bodies for me. This way, not only would the people in the guilds have jobs to do, but it would also help out the commoners that have dismantling skills. The guilds do charge a 10% fee for the processing but in exchange, their skills were all very carefully trained to make sure that any hide, pelt, furs, or skins from the monsters/beasts were 100% processes and damage was minimal. On my way, I also collect any herbs, spices, or cute and adorable looking flower too. This way, I can make my own small garden with the natural herb, spices, and flowers from this world right on my own backyard. Although I plan on changing the composition of some of those spices and herbs, I still plan on using it as a condiment for food. Salt? I have no problem with it since this country have a couple of mines that currently are being mined for rock salt. Salt is very cheap in this world, so no problem there. Sugar? Sugars can be created easily and it can also be mine. Yes, there's a mine for sugar mining too. Both salt and sugars were the main used ingredients in this world so it is very cheap. I am very interested in how in the world did that Sugar mine formed but I won't ask since it's bothersome. Now, all I have to make are condiments like Mayonnaise, soy sauce, vinegar, ketchup, sauces, and etc.etc. This world does have vinegar but it wasn't ones that I like to use in cooking. It was mainly used for disinfecting wounds and agent in alchemy and potions. What? Even if I had grown up in U.S.A. and England, I am still an Asian, okay? Of course, I will like to eat Japanese food, too. I love both Western and Eastern Asian cuisine. I have no problem eating sushi and no problem with eating near raw steak. Although, there are a couple of dishes that I hate from both side of the cuisines. It was only a couple of dishes that have to do with my taste. When I came back to the Commerce Guild, Liz was still there waiting for me, as I had promised her to collect some rare herbs before I left. Liz's mother, Elin, and her father, Joshua, was both normal people without any ability to use magic. His father was one of the carpenters in this town, while her mother Elin work as a Baker assistance in the shop near where I will be living. Her two younger brother and sister were old enough to be an apprentice. Liz's younger brother Amon was an apprentice in the Adventurer's Guild as a clerk and while her younger sister, Sina, was the apprentice for a chef in one of the restaurants near the Adventurer's Guild. "Welcome back, Master Shirin," Liz said with a small timid smile on her face. "Just call me Shirin. No need for all the formality, it's a pain in the ass. So, here, the Moonlight Herb and the Goldvein Herb," I said as I pulled out the rare herbs that Liz wanted from the Storage Backpack that I rented from the Adventurer's Guild. The Storage Backpack was an enhanced 'magical' backpack that can store up to 10,000 pounds of things without it weighing 10,000 pounds. Even if you store it all the way up to 10,000 pounds of things and or objects, it would only weigh 10 pounds at most. Because of this, the Adventurer's Storage backpack was very famous. However, since the enhancement was only to use up to 5 days at most without the Guild's constant replenishment of mana into the enhancement, no one wanted to steal it. Besides, there was a tracking enhancement on the Storage backpack too so if you don't return it on time, the Adventurer's guild will send people after you. Unless it was a life-and-death situation, no one would want the Adventurer's Guild(AG) on their tails. Trust me, this world's AG is no joke. After all, they have that man backing them up. There's no way that this world's AG was a joke. The Adventurer's Storage backpack was created only 20 years ago. And I have a feeling that I knew who created them. There are five sizes available to choose from. Mine was the largest and most expensive one. It required a minimum rank of Rank C Adventurer for it to be able to rent this size. So, yes, it was slightly expensive. "Thank you, Ma-Shirin-sama," Liz thanks me gratefully. Well, I guess that's the best she could do. Telling her to call me with just Shirin would literally make her break down in nervousness so I won't. "Oh, right. Sigh the Request Form, too." Since Liz requested me to help find her the rare herb herself and wasn't through the AG, the fees that she paid for me was more or less on target, if not slightly expensive... All she has to do was fill out a Personal Request Form and gave it to me. When I finished the requirements stated in the form, I will give it back to her to sighs and then I will also sign it before giving it to the staff member or clerk at the AG. Liz sighed it happily as she put away the rare herbs. She's probably going to use it on her younger brother and sister. The Moonlight herb was probably for her sister, while the Goldvein herbs are for her brother. The Moonlight herb will help her sister as an aesthetic way, making her skin more beautiful so that she will have a better future or husband while supporting her woman's 'place' for birth, while the Goldvein herb was to make her brother stronger. Well, those herbs aren't that common so it is a little expensive for common people like her. Liz probably uses at least two to three years of her saving wage for this. She got a pretty good pay for working in the Commerce Guild. Giving me the fee for the request, which was 28 small gold coins, Liz happily sends me off. Next, I will be building my house.

Chapter 5: The Orphan House of Karnosh City The orphan in this world was both very pitiful and common. With the situations of a large number of beasts in this world, kids that were once happy kids and yet, in a blink of an eye, turn into orphans was very common. Far too common, in fact. For common people, being an Adventurer was a job that will never go out or go down. The payment is great but the risk was always high, too. And yet, for people of this world, being an Adventurer was something that everyone wanted to be. Why? Because the riskier one job is, the better the payment. After all, the things that they got from their job was more then what a normal person gets per week upon completion. Either that or being a government official or workers likes soldier, knights, and scholar. However, for commoners who cannot read and write, the most they can be was a soldier. They can never be a scholar. So, instead of being a soldier for the nobles, the majority of the people would rather be a hunter, another way to call Adventurers who focus on low-rank hunting and collection quests. This means, the majority of the orphans in this world were from parents who are both or one-sided hunters. Occasionally, there are orphans from other circumstances too. Like, offending a noble and was killed or something similar. Which was why the children in this world would start working at the age of 10 years old, even younger if they are orphan, rather than 12 years or older like the previous worlds that I had been thru. No, this doesn't count my original world. In my original world, you have to be 16 years old to start part-time working. Well, this was in the U.S and England. I don't know about other parts of the world. In America, there are no Orphanages house but rather a Foster Care system, which was a government-funded program. Since on Earth, there aren't such things as a wild beast, dangerous mutated beast, or savage creatures, the rates of children who are homeless, or orphan is like heaven compared to here. Especially in America. I won't say that the Foster Home in America are the best since each one is different. I won't even say that the Foster Home in America was one of the best, either, since it is clearly just my own opinion. And I myself don't' even believe that American's Foster Care system was one of the best. I had been to a couple of Foster Homes for my college researches before, and I can only say that those foster care in the States had met the requirement for a healthy, well feed, caretaker. Foster care was not homes for the children there but it was more or less one of their homes. They eat well, sleep well, educated well enough, and yet, I can only say that there is little that I can do for them. Back then, I was only 17, freshly graduated from high school due to a skipped grade and starting my college earlier than planned. So, with my part-time jobs, earning $39 per hour, 20 hours a week, I had put out 50% of that as a donation to those houses that I had visited. The rest of my earning was more than enough for a college student like me to use, so I am not stingy with my earning. Sometimes, whenever I could take a break from college and my part-time jobs, I would go play with those kids. And yes, I notice. That those foster care homes sometimes lack better staff members and empathy workers for the kids. Hmm? No, my majors aren't to work with kids. This was for my general study class only. I was researching about the rate of kids who was able to safely leave the Foster Care system once they turned into adults with traumas experiences. Still, that was the best that I could do since I cannot and will not be able to take responsibility for the kids, I cannot do any more than this. Just because my lucks are great doesn't mean that I relied on it to take care of the kids. I can't do that, anyway. The best that I can do was bought books, materials for schools, and go play with them, occasionally... I did that to a lot of the orphans' houses that I passed by too. In the other worlds. You know what, that was how I met Tian Yuanle, too. I was volunteering to teach the kids how to read and write, helping them learn how to be self-sufficiency like farming and gardening, and how to decrease the rate that they would get sick by introducing them to what is Clean Water. I taught them to wash themselves using clean water from the well or boiled water from rivers banks. That's how I got the attention of Tian Yuanle without I even wanted it. Since I wasn't helping the orphans because of something like kindness, I really don't see why in the world did that man find me so interesting. What? I am not kind, okay? If I was kind, I would have adopted all the orphans that I can already. I would have taking responsibilities for them already. I am not kind so I won't do that. I have both the times and resources for it but I didn't, because I am not a kind person. The orphans in this city were located near the edge of the city, far to the east of this city, where the slum used to be located. The director of the orphan was a man called "Alli". A very girly name, I know. He was a man in his 40s, with grey hair and wrinkled face. His clothes are in poor conditions like the kids and his hands are full of courses from overworking. Alli used to be a hunter but he stops working as a hunter ever since his wife had died due to illness. So, now, he and his daughter help each other ran the orphans. Alli's daughter, Tyla, was a full-grown 17 years old woman, already. She had married to a hunter named "Kevin", the son of Alli's former party member. Since the orphan was funded by the Lord of this city via taxes, you can say that they have enough to feed the child without them going hungry. However, without going hungry doesn't mean that they are full. "Hello, director Alli," I greeted the man. This man had already known about me since this was the second time that I came here. The first time was when I first got to this world and was asking for direction. He was the one that pointed me toward the AG and the Commerce Guild, as payment, I had left the man a whole carcass of wild boar as thanks. And yes, I knew that this was the orphanage when I first lay eyes on it. "Hello, Shirin-san. How was your day? Did you find the Adventurer's Guild okay?" Alli asked with a kind smile full of wrinkles on his face. As we exchange pleasant, I asked him if there are kids here who are looking for work. The answer was yes, everyone that was old enough was. "Since my gardens are too large and I need a couple of kids to help me water my gardens among other things, would you ask them if they wanted to help me? I will pay them a salary of 50 coppers coins per day, and lunch and dinner are included. It will be from 8 in the morning to 6 in the afternoon," I asked. Alli looked surprised before he brightened up and called for the kids. What? I have a sense of money, okay?! Don't make fun of me! Even if I am OP as hell, I still have the common sense from my former life! I might be eternally 21 years old but that doesn't mean that I am not mature! I might pay the kids a little bit more than other people but this was my way of saying that the works are harsh. Those kids are only at most 12 years old, there was no way that they are strong enough to bear harsh works like carrying waters for the whole days. That's why the salary is 50 copper coins per day, per person. They don't need to worry about lunch and dinner too since I will be cooking for them. Director Alli brings back 12 kids, all around 10 years old to 15 years old. Those kids aren't in a starving state but their growing bodies all stop because of lack of nutrition. Not being hungry doesn't mean fully eaten. Lack of nutrition and vitamins... The wild boars that I gave them last time were to last for a whole month. They had probably turned a large portion of it into jerky so that it will last longer. After all, that wild boars was more in the size of an elephant from Earth rather than a boar. So there are more meats. "Hi, my name is Shirin. I am looking for some helper, around 5-6 of you, to help me water my gardens. It is a full day job with lunch and dinner available. The payment is 50 copper per day, every day except for the day off that I give you weekly. Do you guys and girls want to help me? Do notes that this job requires you to draws water from the well so it is a very harsh job, okay? The time limit is, let's see, this whole week for now? How about it?" I asked the kids. As someone of a full Asian male, my height was pretty short compared to the male in this world. But since I am only talking to the kids who don't have experiences dealing with monsters or experiences like Liz, who meet all kinds of people daily, they aren't able to feel the natural intimidating aura from me. This was a good thing because I don't want to make kids cries for no reason. All the kids nodded. Seeing that all 12 kids were all looking forward to the jobs, I change from 5-6 kids to all the kids. Well, it should be fine. Since my gardens are huge. And the aeroponic and hydroponics gardens need a constant source of water. So, with all 12 kids, four to each garden should be fine. "Okay, here, this is a Personal Request Form, please signs it," I gave the form to Alli and have him put down the names of all the kids into the form. That way, I can accurately pay them via the guilds so no problem will raise. After that, I took the kids to my home, to show them the place. And how I would like them to do their works. The rules that I enforced within my home and my farms. "Here is the well. You guys will have to use this lavage to draw the water into these two large barrels for twenty minutes before you can move the water into the watering can. See that red letters on the barrels? You will have to fill it up with waters so that it turns green. After that, you all have to wait for it to turn blue before drawing water from it into the watering cans. And then, after that, you can water the plants. Each plant has a different amount of water that they need per day. See this, this dedicates that in the morning, it will need this much water. The watering cans have labels that show you how much water is currently in the watering can so you can just water it until it gets to this mark. And these plants require more water so you guys will have to water it with more water. Some plants need water once a day while others need water once every two days. There are marked on the plants to dedicate if it needs to be watered today or tomorrow, you can confirm that touching the dirt to see the moistures within the soil," I continue to explain and shows the kids where certain tools are and how to water the plants without killing it with too much water. The water barrels, about 500 gallons each, are enhanced by me to make all the waters have a certain amount of nutrition in them for the plants so the kids cannot drink water from the barrels. They can drink it from the well but if they put the water into the barrels already, then they cannot drink it. Because it is slightly poisoned to the human body. With the two water barrels being that large, it will take the kids a couple of hours to even fill it up. This was why even 12 kids might not be enough. After that, I show them the inside of my brand new built house. Their faces when I show them the inside was priceless. "When you guys came in, make sure to use these white towels hanging here to clean your hand, face, arms, and legs. Take off your shoes here and clean your feet with these blue towels before going to the kitchen. In the kitchen, you all must wash your hands before seating," I instructed them as I watch the kids doing it. "Now, come here. This door leads to the kitchen, where all of your foods are already prepared for you. The other door over there is the washroom. If you need to use it, follow the instructions writing on the inside of the door. Don't worry, I know that some of you don't know how to read so I write it in pictures, that way, you can understand it without the need to read. And after using the washroom, you must wash your hands like how the pictures show you before coming out," All the kids continue to follows me as I show them around the house and the area that they are to work in. "Each day, you guys will have three breaks, it means free time. The first one is when you are eating lunch at 12:00. That's when this clock rings. That signal the end of your morning shift so you all must stop working and clean yourself up for lunch, understand? Good. The next break will be at 3:30, that's when this clock rings again, that means that you can stop working and get some break. Drink waters, relax your bodies a bit so that you will have strengths to work in the afternoon. And no, this is the rule here. You all must take this break. There are wooden chairs underneath the shades of the trees outside for you guys to rest on. This break lasts 30 minutes. The clock here will ring again after 30 minutes so you all must not fall asleep during then. After the second break, you all will be working until 6 in the afternoon, that's when the final rest will be. Dinner will also be served here inside the house so you all must clean yourselves and come inside to eat. After that, you guys can go back to the orphan. Understand? Good," I nodded in satisfaction. The kids were very obedient. "Okay, let's see. Let's go outside and practice coming in. Pretends that right now is lunchtime since it is near lunch-time now rather than dinner. Alright. All of you, outside now. Show me what you would do when the clock rings." I said as I watched the kids going through the process of cleaning themselves. They hurriedly clean their hand, face, neck, arms, legs and put away their shoes as they clean their feet before coming inside the house and to the kitchen. They all seat down obediently after washing their hands in the sink. I nodded my head. "Good job. Hold on a second," I said as I went to the counter and opened the refrigerator hidden behind it. Inside was the kid's lunch that I had to make after coming back from the Green Amber woods. The kids were shocked stiffed as the looked at the so-called lunch in front of them. Aged wild boars soaked in some kind of fragrance sauce that makes their mouth salivates, freshly baked bread that smells of yeast and something sweet, a salad of fresh vegetables of some kind, soup of simmered meats and vegetables that looks very good and smell even more divine. There was some kind of desserts? Too... It looks far too high class... The kids all looked at the foods on their tables with shock. "M-master Shirin, this-this is far too much food..." A boy named Mirk, a demi-human with light brown hair and brown eyes, of around age 12 years old... with small dog ears. Well, at least that's what he looks like. However, the boy might be older. He might only look this small because of a lack of food and nutrition. "Hm? No, this is the right amount. It's not too much," This much won't be enough for my own lunch since I ate a lot but it is enough for all the kids. Right now it is lunch for the kids but honestly, it was already time for dinner for me. What? I'm a big eater, okay? I eat ten times the amount that a normal male my age should. So, I always cook more than enough. Sometimes, I cooked a whole feast and put it into my Inventory Space so that I can eat it later. It wouldn't rot in my Inventory Space since the time there are slow down to a ratio of 1:525,600 for all of my External Spatial Spaces. This means that one day in the real world is a whole 525,600 days inside the Inventory space. As I said, I am very OP. Far too OP. o(╥﹏╥)o This was one of the reasons why I don't go inside my External Spatial Spaces too times, asides from putting away important stuff. If I stay in the External Spatial Spaces for too long, my body will turn kind of weird. The reason why I had sex with Tian Yuanle in the first place was that I had stayed inside one of my External Spatial Space for ten year, meaning ten days in the real world, causing my hormones to be a bit... weird. It caused my hormones to increases so much that I keep getting the urge to do it... Which was how I had sex with Tian Yuanle that first time... Had I know how much problems it would had causes, I would have gone to another bar instead of going to that one. "B-but, this much must have cost more than our salary right?" Mirk said with an uneasy expression. Even though he's also drooling... "Hm? Oh, you don't need to worry about that. Since the foods are procured by me so it only cost me time and effort. If I want money, I would have sold it to the Commerce Guild or the Adventurer's Guild. Just eat it, don't talk too much," I said as I start eating. The kids all look hesitate but their stomach starts crying out loud so they start to dig in too. "So-so good!" Mirk was so surprised by the taste. "M-master, this is very good!" Mirk says before he too started to dig in. "Yummy!" The kids half shout half yelled as they started to really dig into their foods. Good, I nodded. If the food I cooked wasn't good enough then I waste all this time going from one world to another for nothing. Afterward, I took the kids home. Since today was only for showing them what they need to do and how to do them, I let them go home for today and come back tomorrow early morning to officially start their work for this week. Next, was creating a couple of tools for farming. The paper pot transplanters and paper chains plot for flat planters, large barrels for hydroponic and aeroponic farming, different barrels with a different enhancement for planting different plants, making magic tools for cutting magic plants, and etc.etc. One good thing about being through a lot of worlds was that I have a lot of things accumulating inside either of my spaces; Inventory Space and, the Internal Space. Things like gardening tools, supplies, seeds, and the likes, had already accumulated inside my Inventory Space for who knows how long from various kinds of different worlds. The majority of the seeds, those that aren't in a protecting vacuum package, had already seeded and waiting to be planted. So, I have a lot of different plant seeds from different kinds of worlds waiting for me to come back to take care of. Next, all I need was to transfer a couple of tens of small sturgeons from my internalized space. What? I have a whole world worth of fishes inside my Internalized Space World, okay?! What? The size of my Internalized Space World? Don't ask me something like that! I don't want to know! The last time that I checked, back in my 12th world shifting, my Internalized Space World was the size of Australia! I don't want to know what's the size it has increased to now! Nor do I want to know if the resources inside had increased or not! Hm? What is the fish used for? Ah, for the aquaponics, of course. I need about fifty sturgeons so that means that the water tank for the source of water will have to be away from the water well. I don't want kids to come anywhere near the fish tanks. Since the aquaponics is a self-serving system, the kids don't need to water it. So, the door will be closed for the kids. I don't need them to see what kind of plants or greens I am planting in there. Not yet. Even though it was just spice and herbs with a couple of other rare root rhizomes and slightly rare fungi, it was still something very rare in this world. What? Oh, it's just a couple plots of high-grade White Truffles. Since they can only live inside trees roots, I had planted it with the cinnamon trees inside the greenhouse that I made especially for it. Usually, truffles can only be grown in French with a large number of oaks and hazelnut trees, but because this world isn't Earth, such facts are just an opinion here. So, as long as I purified and enhanced the soil, it is relatively easy to farm and cultivates truffles, both Black ones and the extremely rare White ones. On Earth, truffles are mainly harvested by well-trained dogs and only around mid-to-late autumn. However, here, I can harvest truffles once every two months. And the harvesting is around 10 pounds per tries too. After harvesting it, I just need to replenish the soil with a lot of acorns and hazelnuts. This way, it will make the soil's composition and the rate of fungi formation faster and safer. I doubt that this world has truffles but just in case, this greenhouse is protected by a large amount of array formation and enhancement. What? Selling truffles? Sure, why not. As long as I can get the protection from the Commerce Guild into a contract that promises of making me stay hidden, even to the eyes of the Emperor in this Kingdom. I have no doubt that if truffles were ever made known to the high-class and all the nobles, it will sell like hotcakes in the middle of winter. These little fungi will be something that is even rarer than Green Amber Woods. With Green Amber woods, the commonly stated are that demand is 10 times higher than the supply. However, with the truffles, it would be "The demand is 100 times higher than the supply". Hm? Didn't it take 7-10 years for the mycorrhizal network of the truffles to develop? Yes, on Earth. This isn't Earth. Okay, moving on. After paying the kids their salary for the day, which surprised them all because today was only a third of what they were supposed to do. What? This was just the carrot and the stick methods okay?! Don't look at me like that! I am not nice! I turned away from the shining eyes of the kids. It was very uncomfortable...

Ken Mizuno. That is his new name, his new identity. He was a bright and precocious toddler growing up, as expected of someone with a second chance at life; yet he still always remembered to play the part of baby-genius perfectly as he could not afford to arouse any suspicions from the adults. His parents absolutely adored showing him off left and right until, eventually, the neighbors got very good at making-up excuses. He only had a few night terrors (okay, maybe a little more than a few) where he wet the bed, but those were completely out of his control; he thought he had gotten over all of that and left it behind. All in all, Ken believed he was a pretty awesome kiddo. He spent a lot of his early years collecting information from the environment around him, thinking and contemplating, but never for too long because his immature and undeveloped brain started hurting if he pushed it too much. Like how it did now, for example, so he shook his head and immediately focused on what he should be doing, attempting to finish the task at hand when — Splash! He tried to step back quickly, but water still ended up seeping into his tiny shoes and, subsequently, his socks. Now he has to walk around all day with wet marsh pads at the bottom of his feet. 'Ugh. This is the worst.' "Dad, most people have hobbies that aren't related to their jobs. What are we doing here? And whyyy? Also, my socks are completely soaked through now." The young kid whined. He allowed himself to act his physical age every once in a while. His new dad laughed wholeheartedly, easily putting up with his complaints. "Hahaha, Ken, I told you to watch out when counting them. This is why I wanted to get you proper boots, but your mom said you'd grow out of them too quickly and that it'd be a waste. No biggie, just take off your shoes and socks for now." The little boy walked away from the small, artificial pond housing their catches of the day, followed the advice of his father, and stretched his toes. "Most people aren't me." 'Uh oh. Here we go.' "I love my work as a fisherman, and I love fishing as a hobby; it's quite relaxing and enjoyable. Most people only love one or the other. I'm really fortunate that I developed a passion for fishing under your grandfather, and I'm good and skilled enough to be able to make a living with it just like him. A lot of people would kill to be in my shoes." His dad rambled on and on about his favorite topic once again. He needed to put a stop to this before it was too late. "That doesn't make sense, Dad. People would not keep hobbies that they don't love. That's literally what hobbies are - something you do in your free time because you love it." Ken could not help but be a smart-ass as his father set himself up for that one. Ken's father slowly shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You know what I'm getting at; you're a smart kid. What I mean is, you should have a job that you're happy with and fulfilling hobbies in life. Honestly, sometimes I think you're way too clever for a four-year-old." 'If I had a Pokébill every time I heard that phrase...' "By the way, how many do we have now?" His dad inquired about his previously assigned task, breaking up his mental musings. "Umm, we have 5 'karps, 2 goldeens, and a dozen or so baby remoraids. Isn't this enough, Dad? How many are we planning to catch? We can't eat ALL this fish." 'At least I can't. Nor do I want to.' "Definitely not enough. It doesn't matter if we catch too many. I'll give some to the neighbors and freeze the extras as snacks for Flapper here." His father tilted his head towards his sky blue, amphibious pokemon. The beefy creature was almost bigger than him on just its four legs and definitely so when standing on its hindquarters. The amphibian wore a wavy, purple pattern coupled with a remarkably large navy crest, indicating its gender, on its back. The quagsire, keeping watch off to the side of the lake and closer to the tree line, croaked happily, sat up on his haunches, and wagged his slimy tail-flipper back and forth when his trainer made eye contact with him. "I'm craving some nice broiled seaking or some spicy-fried poliwag legs and gizzards. And we're absolutely NOT leaving until you catch a real fish. Those pipsqueak remoraids don't count." Ken legitimately could not comprehend why his father demanded so much from a toddler. Maybe he should have toned down the whole child prodigy thing. He mentally sighed and distanced himself from his father after grabbing the mini fishing rod and preparing the lure and bait. 'Why do they even make this in this size? It's not like children have the physical strength to reel any actual fish in. I blame consumerism.' Ken physically sighed this time as he cast his line, demonstrating exceptional technique that his dad practically drilled into him by this point. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his father beaming at him as he performed the motion. The boy allowed his mind to wander as he wondered if there was any other activity that was more boring than what he was currently doing now. He silently concluded no. Burning brightly high above, the sun slid across the sky to its midafternoon height, refracting rays into the waters, shimmering and shining and sparkling like scattered gem fragments across the surface of the lake. A cooling breeze nudged the nearby trees and flora, the swaying movements having a certain rhythm to them, radiating the kind of calm and tranquility unique to nature. A certain amount of time passed, during which Ken's father caught a few more "real fish", he himself caught some more "fake fish", and they both shared some salty jerky, before he internally admitted that this halcyon atmosphere was slowly growing on him. At this period of introspection, there was an abrupt tug, a force greater than the ones before, on his line, startling him to the point where he very nearly dropped his rod into the pool of water by accident. Luckily, the child saved himself from that embarrassment and tried to alternate between yanking and reeling in his catch, but he was not very successful in his endeavor. "Dad!" His father instantly rushed over and commandeered the fishing device. "Give it here, son." Ken looked on anxiously as the small fishing rod bent way too much for comfort and as his dad wrestled with the fish again and again, slowly but surely, bringing the load closer bit by bit, all the while moderating the tension in the line at just the right moments; it was more of an artform at this level of skill. Finally, the tug-of-war battle between man and sea creature ended with one last hard and fast pull, as a monstrosity of a magikarp popped out of the water, landed with a heavy thud on the shoreline, and floundered about wildly and crazily. "Oh shit! This bastard's gotta be at least a fifty-pounder, double the size of your average 'karp. He's a massive son-uva-bitch!" Exclaiming loudly and losing himself in the moment, it was at times like these when Ken's dad openly displayed his natural proficiency in his native tongue of the language of sailors. Curious, the boy stepped closer to get a better look at the freakishly large fish. Thick orange-red scales encased the monster. It had mostly white fins, some yellow tough-looking ones, and two long barbels on its snout squirming about like fat earthworms, trying to get a better sense of its foreign environment. He was stopped by a hand before he could advance too far. "Hold up, Ken. A 'karp that's lived to be this old has enough Energy capacity to pull off a real Tackle and Flail, so it's much more dangerous than your normies. Hell, it probably would've eaten enough and even grown to a 'dos if this was out in the ocean." Shivering with a chill at that frightening revelation, the son kept his eyes lasered in on the magikarp, almost able to imagine it as its sea dragon counterpart, while his father carefully approached it from behind and then quickly punted it further inland with a powerful kick maneuver. Then he whistled loudly, calling his quagsire over. The quadruped sprinted faster than a young ponyta on a racetrack. "Flapper, give it a good ol' Mud Shot and follow it right up with a Body Slam!" His dad immediately ordered. The trained pokemon gulped down mouthfuls of dirt around him before shooting globs of mud projectiles at a dizzying speed towards his target. Not even waiting for the hits to land, the Quagsire gave off a faint white glow as he concentrated his Energy into the already strong muscles and tough skin and lunged straight at the wild Magikarp. The monster fish took hit after hit after hit. However, right after the last attack, it managed to somehow smack Flapper hard across the face, knocking the quagsire aside, with a desperate Flail, its tail and lower body still releasing a trace amount of Energy even now. Mumbling, the adult trainer was personally shocked that the fish pokemon was still hanging on by this much. "Feisty little fucker, huh?" He quickly recollected his composure and barked out a battle-ending order, "Burn 'em up, Flapper. Scald!" The humongous magikarp never stood a chance, even with its partial type resistance. The quagsire tensed his bulky muscles, pulled from his reserves, and completely blasted the fish to kingdom come with an immense, steaming stream of boiling water that emanated shiny blue Energy. Borderline dying and twitching in its last moments, the half-burned magikarp was transferred over to the shallow pool of water where the rest of its peers were. It slowly sank to the bottom of the temporary tank as the other fish in the enclosed space stilled their movements, either realizing that they will soon share the same fate or just becoming afraid due to the large size of their new compatriot. "Damn Ken, you caught a monster of a fish. That big guy has both me and Flapper here working up a sweat." "Haha, Dad, you and Flapper did all the work. I just stood over here, trying to not get Tackled - I barely participated at all." The toddler pushed for humility. "It still counts, it still counts. It was your lucky touch that helped rope in the big guy. Wouldn't have managed to nab him without you, son. Be more proud of yourself, I know I am." Ken could not stop the grin from slowly creeping onto his cute face, a face that was trying hard to avoid eye contact. His warm cheeks tinged with a slight shade of embarrassment as he fumbled with his tiny hands, not knowing where to put them. His father couldn't help but pick up the adorable little boy as he simultaneously roughly ruffled his red hair and loudly laughed into the sky, spinning his son around and around, disorienting the both of them. Flapper got caught up in the excitement as well and ran circles around them, singing cheerful croaks for all to hear. After a few more sweet moments of simple joy, Ken's dad put him back down on the ground. "Well, I think that's a pretty good note to end our day on. Go grab the cooler for me to put these in, will ya?" His father added, "And then let's go home and get this big 'karp grilled and ready for dinner. I know your mom will appreciate it after her long weekend shift at the Center. She usually comes home exhausted and pooped after those." "Yeah. That sounds like a good plan to me." Ken nodded. As he walked to grab their supplies, he reflected on the events of the day, and he found himself really cherishing this father and son bonding time. He never really had this before, and he's already lived through one lifetime. There was also a thought he never believed he would've had before today. 'Fishing is not too bad after all.'

CHAPTER ZERO: Prologue Hello, everyone. My name is Tokugawa Shinichi. I am a full-pureblood Japanese, male. Age eternally at 21 years old. Born in the year of 3545 in the Galactic Calendar. Okay, why am I talking to myself again? Ah, that's right. I'm telling my story, right... Bel-chan, why do I have to do this? Really? Okay, fine. Okay, first of all. I am a pureblood Japanese- which are very rare nowadays due to interracial mixing- but that doesn't mean that I grew up in Japan, okay? I grow up in USA and England since the age of 3 years old, interchangeable due to my parents' jobs. So, my view of what a traditional Japanese male should be or do was-still is- very different, even after watching the countless amount of anime and reading a bunch of different genres of manga. My view was still more western with a dash of Japanese here and there. Secondly, I am gay. A 100% gay. I appreciate women but I cannot get it up for them nor do I want to hold them. My parents knew that I was gay long before I even notice it. My grandparents were slightly surprised when I told them but they supported me all the same. My two older brothers were both married but also divorced due to emotional stress so they understood me when I told them that I am gay- since they are too- for each other. As the youngest in the family, I am dotted on like there's no tomorrow. Good thing that along with all the dotting, there was also strict teaching so I didn't turn arrogant like some rich young master out there in the world. Thirdly, my lucks was... is out of the world. Like, seriously. There's a lot of things that I can change in my life, including my personality if I wanted to, but the only things that I cannot change were this far too great lucks of mine. As you can see, somehow I keep getting into very weird situations ever since I can remember. My mother and father said that I have a great deal of luck. And that, I believed. When I was only 5 years old, I picked up a lottery ticket on my way to my pre-school and won $100,000.00 Galactic Credits, enough to buy a 4 bedroom, 2 bathroom house, and a small 4-person hover car. Since then on, every time that I did something, it would always result in some sort of extremely good thing for me and my family. When I was 7 years old, I have to resort to staying home 24/7 due to not wanting to effects other people too much. So, I started playing virtual games with my cousins online, even then, it also affected online, too. I got item drops that are all over the top, all rare and legendary. When I roll or play any games for drops, I will always win with little to no efforts. When I guessed at a test, it will always be correct, even though I knew that it was correct too. Whenever my mother or father wanted to go somewhere safe and fun, they will always ask me first and have me chose the location for them. As a result, I did countless check on the internet, even to the point of hacking the -whatever- country's government files just to make sure that the location is truly safe. And I wasn't caught, even till now. What else can I say but that my luck was far too great, because I know my own skills enough to judge that there's no way I'm that good at hacking and leaving untraceable marks behind. I probably left a bunch, too. Maa, let's just say that I have lucks so high that it makes the Lady Luck's cry in jealousy and astonishment. And that was why, countless years later, I am here. Still looking like I was when I was 21 years old, with the same name, same identity, and yet keep living in different worlds. It was all due to LUCK! So, it wasn't a surprise that I am OP as hell in this world, too. Just... I am really tired of it. I want to struggle to survive! I want to know what it feels like to work hard for something I want! I want to know how it feels to be jealous of other people for their lucks! I don't want someone to like me or hate me for my lucks! I want to use my wit and fight for my own survival! 'Sigh'(▰︶︹︺▰). It is not possible. Because I am Tokugawa Shinichi. The Beginning and End to All Lucks. The Truth and Lies of Worlds. The Creator of Ends and Beginning. If only my birth was that simple. I wouldn't have to isolate myself for all these times. And so, I shall continue on living and having a carefree life... If only that guy would stop following me!

The two young upstarts silently stood facing one another, their gaze unwavering. Each focused on conditioning themselves for the coming battle, refusing to show weakness to their opponent. The spectators knew from just a glance neither one would accept anything less than a victory today. A short span of time had passed since Chloe and Mason arrived. The people on the sidelines, Pallet Central staff, ran logistics; they pulled auxiliary equipment out of a Container ball, brought out a referee, gave headsets to the battlers, and released a xatu and a kadabra on each side, setting up psychic barriers to prevent any collateral damage or danger to the audience. During this time, Ken asked Mr. Brown if he could send him a recording of the battle for his mother as he did not want to miss a single detail himself. On the left end, Chloe wore a red and black matching set. When coupled with her voluminous, brown curls, she seemed more like a young lady about to go and have a fun night out with friends; it didn’t appear at all like she was about to engage in a serious fight by proxy. There was only one clue that hinted to the latter. Her hazel eyes were sharp and narrow, staring down her opponent like a murkrow would its prey. Her rival, on the right, gave off a strong, tolerant feeling with his upward tilting chin and dark eyes, which flashed hidden fire upon closer observation. Mason wore a white and navy outfit, easily showcasing his tall and sturdy frame. The half smirk etched across his wide jawline completed the look of a noble young master as if he knew he was this handsome, flaunting to the world his self-confidence and superiority. 'Wow. These two people are extremely attractive.' Ken had thought the rumors were over-exaggerating, but he realized he was the one in the wrong. He would not even give it a second thought if people told him that today instead of a battle, they both were giving a Coordinator performance, individuals who went on stage with their pokemon with music, dancing, or both - the pop artists of this world. Light, witty banter exchanged back and forth between Chloe and Mason, and the public showmanship eventually concluded as both signaled they were ready to the referee. "Begin," declared the referee. The rivals stared each other down and released their pokeballs at nearly the exact same time, Chloe’s ball making a wide, straight arc while Mason’s had a slight spin to it.The two orbs landed, bursted open, and bounced right back, their owners catching them perfectly on the rebound. The moment of truth had now arrived. The audience waited with bated breath as the bright flashes of light began to dissipate and tangible shapes formed in the middle of the battlefield. On the left, a sky blue knee-high, rotund figure emerged. Little chubby limbs with tiny digits, a curly tail, and a spherical head protruded from a rigid, tan encasement. An auburn four-legged creature of a similar height stood on the right side of the field. Tufts of fur, large, triangular ears, and orb-like eyes formed from its small head. Two fluffy tails indicated its young age. Most of the audience sighed heavily, realizing the odds were in Chloe's favor. The squirtle and vulpix squarely faced off against one another, ready to spring forward at their respective trainer's orders. Turning its head slightly, the fire pokemon made accidental eye contact with Ken, who felt a familiar warm feeling flaring from within. He gripped his chest, squeezing hard, as he tried to recall where he last felt this strange sensation. Even with the type advantage, Chloe would not allow an excellent opportunity like this to go wasted. "Maru, Bubble!" She quickly shouted as the vulpix was slightly distracted. The blue turtle puffed its cheeks out and subsequently released a flurry of round spheres at its opponent, each slightly shimmering with a blue glow. Mason clicked his tongue, "Dodge, Rose!" The fire pokemon refocused just in the nick of time and immediately followed its owner's orders by hopping to the side, narrowly avoiding the small balls bursting and drizzling water all over that area. "Maru, use Tackle, then Bubble." A half-frown formed on the girl's face when the previous attack missed. The squirtle got down on all fours to increase speed and charged straight at its enemy. The auburn pokemon dodged this attack easy enough on its own. Jumping back to its original position, the vulpix sidestepped the charge but was slow to avoid the follow-up water attack on its flank, creating white circular blemishes due to the opposing Energy-type interactions. "Rose, Quick Attack." Its hind legs glowed as the fire pokemon pivoted after the recoil from the attack and swiftly pounced at the water one. "Withdraw." Chloe knew her pokemon was slower and wisely chose to pursue defense. Bouncing off the hard shell, Rose backed off and released small bursts of fire in the form of an Ember; the attack easily overpowered by another Bubble at the girl's command, successfully drenching the shot sparks and continuing onward to its target. However, the vulpix moved quickly enough this time and skillfully avoided the water-type move by not overcommitting to its fire attack. Mason's eyes narrowed as he gave his next order, "Rose, let's do it. Power Ember." A shocking sight unfolded after his pokemon registered the command. The fox's fur exuded an orange glow as the sun's rays instantly intensified and heated up a little. Energy in the form of orange specks condensed from within the sunbeam and directly flowed into the fire pokemon like tiny fireflies. The vulpix opened its maw wide as a decently-sized fiery sphere formed and released balls of fire at its opponent. Caught off guard by the power behind the attack, the blue turtle frantically shot some bubbles to try to counter the flying flames but failed to do so as the small spheres popped and fizzled away. Some of the flames knocked the Squirtle of its feet, leaving behind light scorch marks on the hard shell. Mason smirked with pride in his tone, "Rose here has the Drought ability, allowing her to use the natural Energy from the sun to power up her fire-type moves." "But you already knew what Drought was, didn't you Chloe?" He paused for dramatic effect, "Well, too bad book smarts don't translate to trainer skills. I was always better than you in our class practicals anyway." The brown-haired girl's expression became ugly as it seemed Mason poked a sore spot of hers. She angrily yelled, "Maru! Get up already and shoot out a Bubble!" The shelled amphibian flipped back over right-side up and heeded its trainer's command, sending a much more powerful array of blue glossy spheres aimed in the direction of its enemy. However, this was countered by the charged-up fire move, and the two blasts of opposite elements resulted in both a stalemate and a slowly spreading mist. After several more back-and-forth streams of fireballs and water orbs clashing against one another, forming a light haze in the battlefield's center, a standstill of sorts emerged as each battler decided to conserve their pokemon's energy for now and devise a better strategy. Being more quick-witted of the two, Mason sent out a somewhat surprising command, "Feint Attack." Dark-type Energy replaced its orange shimmer as the fire pokemon's silhouette increasingly dimmed and blurred more and more, much like a camera becoming very out of focus. The added mist environment assisted the vulpix greatly, reducing the turtle's accuracy with its bubbles and allowing enough time for the fire pokemon to close in and bash the squirtle hard. As the audience was shocked by the unexpected dark-type move, Mason decided to enlighten them, "You see, Rose's father was a strong and powerful Houndoom, giving her a basic grasp of Dark Energy. These are simply the benefits of having a well-bred pokemon. It's a shame; Chloe, you should've also —" He swallowed his words as he watched Maru easily brushing off the attack and getting up once more. "What was that Mason? Were you going to say something stupid like how I should've chosen my starter from a breeder's wide selection like you instead?" Chloe loudly harrumphed, "I'll have you know that because my squirtle is a purebred one from the University, his defense is even stronger than average. Why do you think he's named Maru? It means 'Floating Castle' in the old language." Now, it was the boy's turn to show an ugly expression, trying to wipe it off quickly from his face as he hastily sent out another order to end this conversation. "Power Ember, Rose!" "Withdraw!" Chloe knew the move was even more powerful at such a close distance, type disadvantage or no. The hot flames skidded off the hard shell as the blue turtle continued sheltering against several more bombardments of the stronger form of Ember. After some time, Mason had his pokemon retreat further back in order to catch its breath. The female teenager took this opportunity to have hers use a Tackle. Emerging from its shell, the squirtle showed signs of moderate damage as a pink tinge graced its blue skin all over. However, the turtle still charged at its opponent, which successfully landed - the vulpix failing to dodge in time due to exhaustion from overusing its flames. "Bubble, Maru!" Anxious, Mason shouted a more complex order, "Rose, dodge with Quick Attack!" The fire pokemon expended some of its remaining Energy reserves to instantly shift to the right, narrowly avoiding the small water spheres. Chloe's eyes widened, surprised by her rival's ability to teach such a complex command to his pokemon in such a short amount of time. A half-smirk sneaked onto the tall boy's face as he loudly clapped along with his next command, "Power Ember, Rose!" "Bubble!" The half-smirk transformed into a full one when Mason heard Chloe's words. Ken was confused at the male teenager's odd expression up until he saw the next sequence of events. What was expected to be another collision of fire and water turned out to be something else. The Squirtle still shot its orbs of water at its target — or at least it tried to. However, the auburn pokemon was hard to nail down; it had blurred once again and performed a Faint Attack instead of its trademark fire move. Everyone was caught off guard by the surprise change in attack, except for Mason and Rose, the latter quickly pouncing and landing a direct hit with the dark-type move while the squirtle missed its shots. And before the blue turtle could get back on its stubby feet again, Mason haughtily said, "Better luck next time, Chloe. Ember." The weakened form of the fire-type move was enough to finish off the squirtle and knock it out cold, leaving light burns and even more scorch marks on its skin and shell. "Squirtle is unable to battle. Victory goes to Vulpix and the trainer Mason," the referee called the match as the audience was still dumbfounded and flabbergasted at the results of the pokemon battle; many people present had expected Chloe to have this one in the bag when she revealed her type advantage at the beginning of the match. Ken thought that this was an important lesson in how type advantages were not everything in a battle, especially with how Mason mislead his opponent by using that clap to send his real orders to his vulpix while shouting out a false verbal one. Chloe returned her fainted pokemon, and the two rivals met in the middle of the field to shake hands and say a few words to each other, which ended up being off-mic. As Ken patiently waited for his friends' excited chattering to subside to say a few things himself, he again met eyes with Mason's vulpix, eliciting that familiar feeling to rise up once more. Before most could realize what was going on, Rose quickly dashed towards Ken, causing the warmth in his chest to heat up more and more in response to the fire pokemon getting closer and closer. “What is your pokemon doing?!” Chloe shouted at her male counterpart when she saw the red blur. “Rose! Stop!” Mason yelled repeatedly, unsuccessful in his attempts. The audience's surprised shouts faded into the background as the vulpix stopped a stone’s throw away and stared intensely into Ken's own amber eyes. The last thing Ken could've sworn he saw were tiny, yet powerful flames in the fox's beautiful eyes, before he ended up losing consciousness from the fire burning in his chest rising up to his head, inducing a fever dream of sorts. A strong heat was all he could feel. Darkness was all he could see. Weird sensations confused his senses as he struggled to grab a hold of himself and his disappearing thoughts. And then, finally, Ken fully slipped into his unconscious state.

Puh. Puh. Puh. Muffled sounds in the distance. Footsteps outside. His body reflexively tensed and his ears perked up. While listening carefully, he ran his right hand against the small fanny pack on his left side, unzipping it halfway. A familiar jing-jangling of keys and the click-clack sound of a door unlocking allowed him to release a breath he did not know he was holding. The front door opened for a bit and then quickly shut with a slam afterwards. "I'm home!" "Welcome home, Mom!" Ken shouted right back. His mother came into the wide open living room, threw down her tan duffle bag onto the three-seater couch and rushed over to his corner, where he was currently sitting and typing away on the family desktop computer. "How was school?" She asked casually while squeezing the living daylights out of him with a hug from his right side. "It was good. We covered some Kantonian history, but most of the lesson was on pokemon biology, specifically native species, habitats, and ecology." "Any homework?" She got to her main point. "Just now finished it up. They want us to choose a common regional pokemon and write a one-page essay on it. Here's the list they gave us." Ken handed her the sole sheet of paper on the mostly empty desk. His mother barely skimmed it over, turned her head to the computer screen, and searched with her eyes. "You chose magikarp, not gyarados? Am I reading this wrong?" "Yup, magikarp. I already know a ton of other kids are going to pick its evolved form, but I know nobody will choose the most 'boring' pokemon." "So why did you pick magikarp? They are very common," Ken's mother politely rephrased. He explained himself, "That's part of the reason why. Magikarp are an essential part of Kantonian pokemon ecology; almost every single water pokemon and many land pokemon eat them, and they also provide tons of money in the form of seafood trade for coastal cities. Also, since the lesson was on pokemon ecology, I'm definitely going to get bonus points for tying all of this in." He quickly added in a low voice, "And I might've been influenced by that monster 'karp Dad and I caught that one time..." Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "The one from three years ago? The one where you both went who knows how many miles off-route from Pallet City? The one where my calls could not connect because you were so far from comm range?" "Mooooom. We were fine. Dad prepared for everything, plus he brought Flapper AND Wally. Wally is like super strong; he can take down gyarados." Ken still could not begin to fathom the strength of his father's Starter pokemon. She shot right back, "A tentacruel can only do so much on land. What if you ran into a luxray pride? Or a nido' herd?" It took not a small amount of effort to stop himself from rolling his eyes. "Really, Mom? I haven't finished my education, but even I know those pokemon are closer to Central Kanto. And Foreigns would've been even more rare to see. They actually talked about that today in class about how 'they constantly struggle to adapt to the region and find a stable place in the food web.'" Exasperated, his mother sighed and walked over to the sofa, "There's just no arguing with you, is there?" Then, she shifted into a more comfortable sitting position. "Well, I'm glad you're doing well and learning lots at Star Private Academy. I know I've told you countless times already, but I'm so proud of you for receiving a full scholarship to go to such a prestigious school." "At your age, we were still learning our letters and arithmetic and maybe categorizing pokemon by type, let alone writing full essays about them," his mom reminisced wistfully, more to herself than anybody present. As she continued to recount her school days out loud, he finished triple-checking his write-up for typos and printed off the paper. He interrupted his mother's self-reflections by walking over and handing her his completed assignment to read over. Halfway through reading - he could tell by following her amber eyes - she stopped and looked up at him. "Nothing happened today, right?" Her brows knitted in slight worry. He knew what she was referring to and took a seat. "No. Nothing happened on my walk straight back from school as I didn't stop anywhere along the way, I didn't burn the house down trying to cook because you left plenty of snacks in the fridge, and, well, I'm assuming I don't need to continue." "You know a mother can't help but worry when her child is at home alone. Anything could happen. Are you sure you don't want a babysitter? We have more than enough money for one," she ignored his blatant sarcasm. "No, I'm more than fine, Mom. You know how I can easily take care of myself. I told you, you should just put that money towards my Trainer fund instead and save it for when I'm older. And if the absolute impossible happens, then you also know that I always have THIS just in case." Ken unzipped the rest of his fanny pack, moved his hand into a secret compartment, and took out the pokeball sheltering one of his father's wingulls inside, holding it up high to demonstrate his point. "And nobody knows you have that, right Ken?" His mom’s voice reduced to a whisper without her realizing it. "Yes. I constantly make sure nobody knows, and that they wouldn’t have any way of finding out either. I'm taking the test for my pokemon Holder license next year when I finally turn 8, so then it won't be a big deal anymore." Technically speaking, it was illegal for children to even possess physical pokeballs, let alone give orders to the monsters, most of whom are bigger than they are, that dwell within. One too many accidents and tragedies from kids playing with their parents' belts led to strict laws about better supervision and pokeball possession. To be honest, it was annoying. He was most definitely not your average child. The Holder license was originally intended for children of breeding and ranching families and a myriad of other niche helper positions such as trader and nursing assistants. However, most importantly for Ken, it legally allowed him to carry one well-trained pokemon registered to his parents — with potential to hold more — on his person, and in extenuating circumstances, command it in actual battle if the need arises. Ken stopped fiddling the pokeball around in the palm of his hand, put it away, and finally looked up to find his mother silently staring at him, love and affection in her gaze. "You're growing up so fast, Ken… are you sure you still want to leave Pallet City to be a Trainer? You can go to the University and get a steady and very high paying job with your smarts. It's also much safer." "I'm positive, Mom. Oak University is a great place for higher education, and I’m sure I would get an excellent job with a good degree from there." The college dedicated to its namesake and renowned Pokémon Professor was indeed fantastic. When the Oak family decided to transform extra land around the lab facilities into a full-fledged campus, the massive half-research, half-education complex pushed Pallet from its town status back in the day to official city due to the unprecedented growth as a result from its development. After that, it only took a short five years to get a gym officiated by the League and added to the Kanto Circuit. The rest was history. The boy interjected, "BUT, you and Dad and I and practically everyone else knows that strength is what's most important in this world. I need to be a Trainer." He felt like he did not need to elaborate any more than that. In a world where a horde of savage beasts or a few exceptionally strong ones decimated villages in the olden days, Trainers were an absolute necessity to fight them off and to just plain survive. Some older parts of Kanto still called them Tamer-Warriors. And back then, they did NOT have pokeballs or their built-in training programs to help condition pokemon. All they had were grit and sheer willpower born out of the need for survival to force these monsters to submit to their new masters, train them to fight and grow stronger, and hope that the next wave of wild monsters would not be their last. Nowadays, it is not nearly as bleak, but the attacks are still commonplace and dangerous enough to hold significant risk to mankind; these are the natural disasters of this world. His mother's silence was her concession. She let out a soft sigh though. Concern was partly evident on her face, yet it became mostly overshadowed by resigned acceptance. Eventually, Ken broke the silence, "Oh I forgot to mention this before, but can I go watch a pokemon battle two days later?" Ken's mom raised a brow, signaling him to continue. He quickly added, "It's between these superstar newbie Trainers that have apparently been rivals since forever ago. They just graduated yesterday from Pallet Central, got their Starters officially registered, and are now doing some preliminary training before their battle. Everyone and their mom knows them, so half of the city is going to be there." "And how will you get there? The Center won't be letting me off early tomorrow and your father and his crew are not due back from his expedition out at sea for at least a couple more days," the pokemon nurse rebutted. "Thomas' dad. Mr. Brown can take me and watch over us. And you already have his number too." Ken really wanted to go. "Oh, Albert? That should be fine then. I'll just have him check in with me later," she paused, most likely to make a mental note to herself, "Now, tell me about these two amazing rookie Trainers that apparently I was supposed to already know about." "You know Chloe. She babysat me some when I was younger. Brown hair, green eyes," he replied. "Ohhh, I remember her. She's a very lovely and pretty girl," his mother commented. "Wow, she's already 16? I remember like it was just yesterday when she was always telling me how ridiculously cute and well-behaved you were when she babysat to save up for her Trainer funds. Time flies by so quickly." Coughing in slight embarrassment, the kid tried his best to seamlessly continue on. "And there's Mason. Literally everyone knows the Sakai family. He's their prodigy." "Oh yes, Mason Sakai. I've always heard he's been quite the talented young master of such a family. I'm assuming he's taking over the family business after his Trainer journey is over...?" He affirmed, "Yeah. If he doesn't change his mind later on." "Hmm, that's very old-fashioned of them. It makes sense though. Considering the lineage of their family, they must highly value tradition and personal strength," she pondered out loud. Then his mom turned to him. "Well, now you have me wanting to go see this battle. Record it for me, Ken. It sounds very exciting. I sure hope Chloe wins though — she was a very sweet girl." "Will do, Mom," he smiled, eager for the showdown to come and simply enjoying the pleasant company of his mother. 'Ha, never thought I would have moments like these.' "Now, come help me with preparing dinner," his mom said. She rose from her seat as he nodded, and together they headed towards the kitchen.     He and Thomas (and his dad) arrived there early in order to get good seats for the battle, which was taking place at the largest outdoor battlefield at Pallet Central. Even then, it looked like the white bleachers might fill up by the time the main contestants arrive. It was quite unorthodox and mind-boggling to actually think about if you got right down to it. Here are a ton of people with enough free time on their hands to watch three-day-old Trainers battle with beginner level pokemon. Yet, Ken could not even criticize them because he was in the same boat, and he was feeling pretty pumped too, not even fully understanding why he was so excited himself. They looked around for their friend group from school, found them with front row seats, and swiftly scurried on over. Exchanging greetings and whatnot, they quickly tore into the meat of the conversation that everyone really cared about. What pokemon were Chloe and Mason going to use? No one knew the specifics. People said that Chloe selected a Tier 1 Kantonian Starter from Oak University, which was unsurprising, as the institution traditionally gave Tier 1s out only to the students who both placed at the very top of their class and performed exceptionally well on the Trainer licensing examination. It made sense. Nobody wanted to give a baby fire dragon to an incompetent trainer; that was just a ticking time bomb of a disaster waiting to happen. Mason forewent the University's sponsored pokemon and received extra supplies instead. Apparently, he decided to register his starter as a newly hatched pokemon from his aunt, an acclaimed and well-known breeder from the suburbs of Saffron. That part was a bit controversial; your registered Starter needed to be somewhat new and participate in every official Gym challenge as the pokemon is a physical representation of your growth as a Trainer, in the words of the League. Ken overheard some of the adults whispering about the pedigreed privilege, how money and connections can get you anything nowadays, and how the younger generation doesn't need to work as hard. He tuned all that out and focused back on his peers. Most of the girls were chatting about how Chloe is the most beautiful and prettiest ever, how super smart she is, and how she will definitely beat Mason hands-down. And most of the boys were not having it. Thomas, especially, became heated about Mason as he bragged about how he met him once and allegedly learned everything he knew about battling from his hero, which obviously means he is the better trainer and is for sure going to win. Ken softly snickered at them with amusement as he listened on and waited patiently for the show to start. The waning sun slowly sank toward the horizon, and the warm air nipped him every now and then, reminding him how he was glad he chose to wear shorts today. Tightly packed with dirt, the actual battlefield was a good-sized rectangle, its perimeters and zones delineated with freshly painted lines. The volume of the chatterings of the crowd increased over time as more and more people shuffled on into the stands, the overlapping voices becoming a shifting song of sorts. All of this was interrupted when a random and boisterous cheer from a group of people broke through. Shortly after, the group applauded which spread throughout the rest of the audience like a rambunctious storm as everyone began to realize what was going on. The main actors finally appeared.

Darkness. Devoid of any light. Silence. An unspecified amount of time. This is to be expected, right? What else would there be? More darkness. But not really a "bad" kind of darkness. It was more of a sweet release, an emptying, from all of the pain and hurt and guilt that had constantly gnawed and torn his insides apart. The freedom he now felt from the ever-present turbulence inside him was both grand and wonderful - it was luxurious. 'Finally. It's all over.' The young man exhaled with his entire being and rested a rest that he had not had in a very, very long time. . . . . . . . . . "...-'re awake." A voice full of presence echoed through the void. 'What..? Who?' The man opened his eyes slowly, squinting through the faint light, and searched for the unidentified person. Darkness still lay all around him, but there was light coming from one place. To his right, where the source of the earlier voice was. Except, it was not a person. At least, not in the traditional sense of a human being. The young man was not sure exactly what he was looking at, actually. It looked like some sort of massive horse-like beast with jagged white and gray armor. Its burning crimson eyes felt like they could blaze straight through your soul if you met its gaze for long enough. This was accentuated by the pure gold sheen from the horse-beast's hooves, crest, and strange, huge spoke encircling its back. As if its appearance alone was not enough, the horse-beast also emitted an ethereal, translucent glow, belying an unimaginable amount of power that was near-suffocating to be around. The aura energy of the horse-beast was so strong, so vigorous, that it practically challenged others to defy it, to see the fate of those that dared to blaspheme in its proximity. "I know I am quite handsome. You must be speechless," the horse-beast spoke directly into the man's mind. Flabbergasted, the young man indeed was speechless but not for the same reasons. A million questions that he had no answers for came all at once and resulted in the confused expression on his face along with a healthy amount of fear. A fleeting thought passed through his mind, wondering if this existence in front of him was a deity of some sort. "That is correct." 'The existence can also read minds!?' "That is also correct," the existence repeated. "I apologize. All of this must be quite a shock to you as it was for many of your predecessors. Please, let me explain first." The man, still sitting on the ground and stunned, wisely decided to listen first instead and ask his endless questions after the beast deity, which could probably crush him faster than he could blink, finished its explanations. "Let me first introduce myself. In my world, I am known as the Progenitor, the Thousand-Armed Creator, as well as my more colloquial identity given to me by the humans of my world, Arceus." 'Arceus...why does that name sound so familiar? W-wait, that Arceus!?' "Yes. That Arceus. The one those from your world call the God of all Pokémon, which, in a way, is true." The man only felt like he had more questions instead of answers after hearing this introduction. A headache slowly emerged. "Please be patient. I will do my best to get to all of your inquiries. Hopefully, I can cover most of them in the following explanation." The young adult eventually received much information about what happened to him, where he was, and other miscellaneous knowledge from God Arceus. First, he learned that he had already died and left his old world of Earth, which considering everything that led up to the end was not too surprising. The man also learned that his soul was taken out of the normal cycle of his world and called to this realm by God Arceus, which overlooks its own world, Terazón. The reason being is that there is a complicated system where the gods switch souls around occasionally to keep their worlds "fresh.” Apparently, the young man was lucky enough this time to be a part of God Arceus' quota, who actually sends out more souls than it receives; the god has more than enough on its plate dealing with the souls of the lesser life forms - sorry, the Pokémon. Supposedly, the label Pokémon, short for Pocket Monsters, was given by the Terazón humans after they found methods to combat, tame, and eventually capture the very monsters risking mankind’s extinction since the dawn of time. According to God Arceus, the reason why Earth humans even know about the world of Pokémon is because the god of Earth is a very lazy one. Instead of using a tiny portion of his godhood power to supply and generate original ideas in the minds of his men, he just plagiarizes from other worlds as it takes much less effort for him. Ignoring the fact that some of Earth's fictional characters may or may not potentially be based on actual real ones, the crux of the matter for the young man now is to figure out his next steps and what exactly God Arceus has in store for him. "I am most pleased that you found that explanation satisfactory." "Now, let us discuss what happens next. I will soon release your soul into Terazón's reincarnation schema, which will subsequently reborn you as a newborn human, the lifeform most compatible for your soul in this world," God Arceus introduced. "That process is supposed to completely eliminate the memories of your previous world, but I have not really gotten around to 100% correcting that particular oddity - it is not like there are many human souls I receive anyway - so you can think of the memories you do manage to keep as a bonus of sorts." The Pokémon God continued. The man pondered this new information. 'I don't know if keeping my memories will be useful at all. I barely watched some of the anime and played only the Yellow and Gold versions of the Pokémon games when I was younger. And that was only because it was before everything happened.' "Do not fret. Your version of my world is vastly different from how it actually is. The underlying premise is there, but you will get to personally experience the discrepancies themselves." God Arceus noticed his concerns. "In any case, based on your Karma, I am also supposed to grant you a corresponding blessing. Please give me a moment to check...oh my. I see, you have suffered from quite a tragedy. For that, I am truly sorry. While I cannot do much about your past life, I can give you a great boost in your next one. Please, look forward to it." The young man felt...weird as a hot sensation rose from within, his body becoming a thermos insulating its contents from the outside world. Other than that funny feeling, there was not any other indication that he received the beast deity’s blessing. The god and the man exchanged dialogue a few more times afterwards as the mortal felt much more comfortable than he did previously. The deity tried to assuage the man's anxiety of being thrown into such an absurd situation. "Alright. I believe that is more than enough,” the god finally said. “As for the rest, you will soon discover for yourself. I must take my leave now," the god looked in an unknown direction, "My demigod descendants are causing trouble once more, and I must ensure that it does not get too far out of hand. Farewell for now, and may your path forever be an auspicious one." The man thanked the god for everything and said his goodbyes. He then laid back down and closed his eyes. Shortly afterwards, the burning feeling rose again in his chest as darkness entombed his body and overtook him. . . . . . . . . .   Arexio span> Author Rex here. Just wanted to say 2 things: 1) Really enjoyed/inspired to write this piece by these amazing creations: Pokemon: The Origin of Species by DaystarEld, Traveler by The Straight Elf, and Sacrifice and Subjugation by Metal Dargon. 2) Usually, I'm more on SH Discord hanging out with peeps instead of ScribbleHub proper, so if I'm not updating as frequently, that's probably why haha. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this darker, bleaker world of Pokémon!

The next day. In the caged arena, no sounds were uttered other than the continuous blow of fists. Once a proud muscular teen — who kept boasting his big biceps and three wins in a row — now had bruises all over his body, stumbling to the corner. Cow-eyed, he stared at his opponent, the wandering martial artist. A pair of curved sharp horns protruded from her head. Her red skin glistened with sweat, reflecting the light. With her towering body, she strode toward her opponent. “S-stop!” “Any last words?” she asked, grinning. “Don’t kill me!” “Alright.” She then delivered a heavy uppercut to the jaw, rendering him unconscious. “The winner is Giyori!” She bathed in praises and cheers from the audience as she left the cage, accompanied by her wardens. A hunched, short old man stood beside her supposed cell. The girl cupped her fist and bowed. “I have won, master.” “Winning is vain. What matters is what have you gained from the fight.” “As if I would gain anything from a weak opponent.” She rolled her eyes. The master smiled. “Don’t forget our purpose for coming here.” “I know, I know. I need to build up more experience.” Giyori sighed. “Any info for my next match?” “It’s a half-oni boy, around 11 years old or so.” He guessed, missing by two years. “What a big gap to my age! Is it alright to pick on a kid that is six years younger than me?” “Kukuku,” the master chuckled before leaving. “I think he’s going to be a valuable lesson for you. I look forward to that match!” “Master, what do you mean by that?” she called, confused. “Hey!” Alas, he kept walking until he vanished from her view. After watching his teacher and parent figure leaving, Giyori entered her cell. She sat on the bed in a lotus position, meditating and contemplating her master’s words. “Valuable lesson, hm? So that means he is a strong foe. But then again, Master never said that to my next opponents before even if they were strong. Then, why?” “Gah! I can’t think of anything! I've got to clear my mind from any distraction. I hope you’re different from others, whoever you are!” --- Lying on the bed and waiting for the next match, Kane stared at the ceiling, recalling his conversation with Sharon. "Arghh! What on dunai was I spouting!? Why was I not myself yesterday?" He slapped his forehead repeatedly. At first, he was simply pretending to let Sharon's guard down. However, the more time Kane spent with her, the more he lost the sense of himself. Despite the constant reminder of her trickery and his life experience, she gradually distorted his perception of her. It was unnatural. Was she using some kind of charm spell or potion? Or was it because of his problematic youthful body? But then again, his mind shouldn't be affected — or it should. Even after racking his brain, Kane couldn't find a definite answer. He had never gone through anything similar to this before. Whatever the case it might be, Sharon would never be able to completely seduce him, no matter how attractive or charming she was. Kane even wouldn't hesitate to use drastic measures if the situation required. Speaking of which, Kane could’ve lured her before strangling her, but he chose not to. If something looked too easy, it certainly was. She might’ve been prepared for that kind of situation even without Ral around. Therefore, he needed to do something unexpected to deal with people like her. *Knock* *Knock* “Yer turn has come, Kane,” said the warden. Traversing the same old hallway to the arena, they approached the cage. On the opposite side, a large, imposing oni girl drew closer. Her red eyes were sharp, filled with confidence. Her muscled arms were somewhat contrasting to her overall body as if someone’s arms were attached to her body. While he had seen some oni in Rabrond, they were rather a rare existence compared to elves and dwarves. It wasn’t surprising, to say the least, considering the general circumstances of that race. They stood face to face, staring at each other. “So, you’re so-called Kane, eh? You’re much scrawnier than I thought, especially for a half-oni,” she said first in oni language. Her tone was older than her age. “And you’re pretty much the same to what I’ve imagined,” replied Kane in the same language. “Oh? What a unique accent. So, this is how Colvanzan oni sounds like.” She gave a pleasant look. “What did you imagine from me?” “I’ll tell you after I win.” “Pfft! Sorry to say, but I’m not that curious to throw this match.” She then assumed her fighting stance. “Let’s have an honorable duel, Kane.” “Sure…” The referee then spoke, “The first semi-final brawl is now—” “—Begin!” However, neither of them budge. As for Kane, he was planning to counter right after she took the initiative, which didn’t happen. She most likely had a similar line of thought. Despite still being young, this battle monk was rather battle-hardened. Seemed like one of his most hated things to fight with had finally appeared: a competent martial artist. They were such a pain no matter their age. He circled around her, thinking of the best opening attack to use and finding a gap. Giyori too mirrored his movement. Should he taunt her first? No, that would be too early. Besides, he had learned his lesson after fighting Ral. The wisest choice was to measure her capability first. A moment later, Kane lurched and threw a straight toward her face. Giyori blew her nose before attempting to grab his arm. But then, he pulled his arm. Kane used his other arm to uppercut from below instead. She responded with a palm, absorbing the impact. At the same time, she countered with a left hook. Kane dodged it by a hairbreadth. Suddenly, a front kick came toward his face. It was too fast and hard to predict. Unable to dodge in time, Kane’s arms formed a cross. *Thud!* Kane was blown away by the sheer power. He rolled on the ground a couple of times. Getting up, Giyori waited for him, assuming the same pose. His arms tinged with pain; they were mostly fine, fortunately. Although that was a terrible attempt to gauge someone’s strength, he managed to obtain some information. His opponent’s strength was several times higher than him, granted much lower than Ral’s. Most likely due to her racial trait and great innate talent. Moreover, no movement was wasted, whether her attack or footwork. Surely must’ve been due to someone very skilled in martial arts teaching her. Overall, Kane was at a great disadvantage. The only thing he could rely on was his experience. “Come on, is that all you got?” mocked her. “I’m still holding back, don’t worry,” answered Kane with a stock response. “Heh, you’re gonna regret saying that!” Now, it’s her turn to attack. Giyori took a big step and jutted her fist. Avoiding the obvious punch, Kane grabbed her wrist and tried to control it. She didn’t budge. The opposite happened; he was pulled and lifted effortlessly. Dangerous! Kane let go his grip early and was thrown away skyward. He was several feet above her. He gazed down. Giyori pulled her foot, preparing to kick him in the right moment, similar to him hitting a firebomb with an ax. His back was facing the ground, vulnerable. What should he do in this helpless situation? After reaching the peak momentum, Kane plunged down into the cold, hard floor. Grinning, she swung her leg. If it connected, he definitely would be incapacitated or worst, killed. Around a few inches away from her toes, Kane immediately jerked his body to the side. He straightened up his leg before cleaving right into her face. *Thwack!* The impromptu falling kick landed as her kick missed. It made a crunchy sound. Giyori’s nose was smashed and squirted out blood, staggering. However, that alone wasn’t enough. Upon landing, Kane dashed forward and gut-punched her. His third attack unfortunately was blocked; she had recovered and retaliated. Too late! Kane failed to step back in time, thus her backhand slapped his face. Keeping a distance and covering his mouth, Kane gathered some thoughts in this short moment of respite. He overcommitted and was a little bit too greedy. In addition, he should stop trying to get into power contests since he would lose. Nevertheless, that kick was… satisfying. It even resembled an ax splitting a wooden log. He should name it: ‘Falling Ax Kick’ from today onwards. Meanwhile, Giyori snorted the blood before squeezing it back. Wiping her nose, she asked, “You… How did you do that?” “I did it purely from my instinct,” said Kane, catching breaths. For normal people, it was tricky to adjust their body mid-air quickly — unlike him, the ex-saint who was used to aerial battles. That feat was anything but hard. “Instinct? Ha.” She let out a small laugh, then gradually turned into a loud cackling. “Hahahahah! Of course. It really does suit you.” “I’m curious. Which sect do you belong to?” “White Cloudwalker.” “Oh, that.” “What? Have you heard of it?” “Nope.” “…”. “Ahem!” The referee coughed. “Continue the fight or I will zap you!” “Okay, fine…” Giyori scratched her head and assumed a different stance. Her eyes turned bloodshot as her muscles bulged out. She used an empowering technique. “Take my full power, Kane!” “You don’t have to announce it,” he replied. She leaped toward him, closing the distance in an instant. That almost caught him off guard. She unleashed three consecutive powerful punches, much faster than before! Kane already swerved to the left. There was no way to perfectly block those. Then, Giyori kicked him sideways, following his movement. He caught it. However, her grin surfaced. Something’s amiss. Giyori hopped and drove her other foot into Kane’s head. No time to dodge! He let out vis inside his head before receiving the swift kick. It all happened in less than a second. He was blown over, sliding on the ground, and laying down like a corpse. Forcing himself, Kane stood up sluggishly. His ears were ringing as the headache was splitting inside his head. “Ho, you’re still conscious after taking my kick. Impressive.” Naturally, Kane understood why she said that. If not for the vis protecting his skull, he would’ve been knocked out cold now — if he was lucky. As much as he would like to use it again, that kick alone had drained all of his already limited vis reserves. In other words, one more attack to his head meant defeat. Kane clicked his tongue. This is why he hated battle monks. Not only did they have high strength, they also mastered the way of using their limbs effectively. They always gave him a run for his money especially when they were competent. “What’s wrong? A cat got your tongue?” she mocked. “Let’s end this quickly!” Giyori once again took the initiative. She opened with a fist. Kane had switched his stance to the two-handed weapon one. He parried all punches with his shoulder. When she kicked him using her left leg, Kane clenched his hand and struck it, hitting the hard bone. Giyori winced. An opportunity! He entered her reach and jabbed at the neck. It connected. Kane immediately backed away before she could counter. However, she rushed at him. The abrupt change of pace startled Kane. Before he could raise his guard up, Giyori struck his body. “Ugh!” Kane winced. With a disciplined form, she unleashed another blow. He blocked it this time. The punches were a little slow to his eyes but… His current body couldn’t keep up. It would’ve been a different scenario if he was born with Warrior or Hunter talent. Blow after blow, the ceaseless assault began to crack open Kane’s guard, causing more and more hits he received. His arms were black and blue. The excruciating pain around his chest — his ribs had cracked. At this rate, he would break down! Thus, he jumped. When he blocked a front kick, Kane flew backward before crashing against the cage. The escape was a success. He was feeling fine until a tiny ball-shaped object rolled down on the floor. It was the pill that Sharon gave to him. It kept rolling until it reached the edge, then fell. “Oh, crap.”

Others gasped and recoiled upon seeing it. They immediately discussed it with their accompanying teachers and classmates. “For those who don’t know, this is a dimensional tear that suddenly appeared in our sect. We had explored it previously, and we want you to gather these,” Alwan showed a red pearl the size of his palm. “Lumetrax Orb?” said one of the students. He nodded. “Yes, these precious materials for crafting and alchemy are ubiquitous in that realm. Your task is very simple: gather as many as you can. The winner is the one who has the most orbs in their possession. Though, I’m not saying that everyone cannot get benefits too. In exchange for the materials, we’ll give you appropriate rewards for the trouble. That’s all from me. Any questions?” “Is there any rule?” asked a random female student. “Rule?” Alwan sneered. “I don’t care whatever happens there as long as you successfully bring them back and don’t try to hide anything.” The implication was obvious and most likely others knew that too. He had to even be more careful when he encountered people. Still, there was one thing he didn’t understand. “Why are we, mage apprentices, must be the ones who gather the orbs? Wouldn’t more experienced people be more effective at that task?” asked Kane. “He’s right!”“The sect should’ve investigated it by themselves, shouldn’t they? Many students agreed with Kane and began to discuss among themselves. Alwan cracked a smile. “Good question! That’s because everyone may only enter the portal once. There’s a violent force to prevent people from going there for a second time. You’d get hacked into pieces when you tried to force your way through. Trust me; we’ve tried it. If not for this ridiculous limitation, I would not even consider—” He paused mid sentence before coughing. “Ahem! That’s all for me. Anything else?” Kane narrowed his eyes. How suspicious. It seemed he almost said something he shouldn’t have. Some plausible reasons were that the mage apprentices were merely fodders for the sect and a much cheaper alternative compared to hiring actual competent people. No, it even generated profits. Despite knowing this, he itched to venture inside; he hadn’t been battling monsters or anyone lately. Alwan continued speaking, “If you’re concerned with your safety, y’all free to turn back and have your refund. The realm is heavily concentrated with mana. In other words, your mana regeneration is amplified several times than normal. Do you understand me?” Of course, they did as their excitement rose. The competition was also the chance for them to expand their mana capacity and improve their spell proficiency. This aspect was far more interesting than the reward, though Kane still needed them for financial reasons. “This is what I like to see! Don’t let this golden chance pass by, especially when y’all are still young! And now, my personal assistant, Failwei, will go into further details. Until next time!” Alwan stepped down as a girl in a white robe took over. She brought a large rolled paper with her. The other members placed a board before scurrying away. Unrolling the map, Failwei proceeded to explain about the environment, dangers, and monsters. Beyond the portal lie a humongous, oversized castle built for ancient people that sank underground. The place was gigantic and complicated, estimated twice as larger than his school. The teleported location would be random, but the exit point was fixed and located on the center of the map. It happened to be the place with the most concentrated mana. The mobs — or rather, the guards — were big red bug-like monsters that could cast spells called Lumetrax Sorcerer. They were equivalent to high Rank 2 monsters. The sect hadn’t encountered other monsters beside them, but they most likely existed. The place had layers within, but it was unknown how many floors existed. She warned everyone to not explore them because there were too many monsters inside for the students to fight — even the sect had suffered heavy casualties. After the briefing was over, the crowd were required to sign a contract before entering the competition. Their lives might be at risk, so the participants had to consent to not blame the sect. When they had given their form, they were allowed to rest in a longhouse and sleep in a villa later. The competition began tomorrow. Kane tried to find Maur, but he was nowhere to be seen or felt. Seemed like he had to compete by himself — not that he had expected otherwise. Ah, it had been a long time since the last time he was alone amid groups of strangers. --- The longhouse was spacious but lacking furniture. The participants were sitting on nothing but one massive rug. Many of them complained about the asceticism of the place, though most of them rested in silence. Some went outside to find fresh air or take a stroll. They were all divided into groups categorized by the school they went to. In the center, the Niflenia group huddled together, uttering no words. Leonard sat in a lotus position and closed his eyes, Hymar formed water bubbles and juggled them as if they were solid balls, and Lamille fiddled with her black teddy bear doll. Some people stole a few glances at the three, but none dared to approach them. “So, what’s the plan, Leader?” asked Lamille with her high-pitched voice, still playing with her doll. “Information is power. We should gather info… of potential threats… both our competitors and the monsters inside. Could you not think… that by yourself?” mocked Hymar. “I asked the Leader, not you.” Lamille glared at him. “And, you sounded as if you’re scared.” “Scared? Silly girl… your hands occasionally twitch ever since we arrived here. That means you are anxious… aren’t you?” “That’s creepy, frogman!” “Enough!” shouted Leonard. “We’re competing against other schools unlike our usual exercises. You two need to take this more seriously as our behaviors reflect our school’s image.” “Indeed…” “Sorry.” Leonard kneaded his temple, staring at the ceiling. “In addition to Hymar’s suggestion, we must be aware that we’re severely lacking in numbers. The competition stated no limitation for the participating members, after all.” “If only Sharon was here…” said Hymar. “Ugh, I hate saying this, but you’re right. Where is she, anyway? I want to brag about my new doll collection to her.” “Family issues. I don’t know for how long she’ll be gone.” Leonard clasped his palms together. “Any other suggestions?” “We should cooperate with other participants! Especially from strong schools,” said Lamille. “Dumb and naive,” Hymar remarked. “Mind explaining, smartass?” “Even if they agreed to cooperate… they would backstab us later. Additionally… by proposing the suggestion means showing weakness to others.” “Aren’t you being too paranoid?” “It’s common sense, girl.” “Ahem!” Leonard cleared his throat, interrupting the two. “Both of your inputs have merits. To reduce the risk of backstabbing, we should recruit loners instead. We can easily overpower them when that happens.” “A solid idea,” praised Hymar. “Hey, that was mine, to begin with. As expected from the Leader to further improve my awesome suggestion.” “We might have to offer precious gifts… to persuade them besides promises. Do you currently possess… something materially important, Leonard?” asked Hymar, ignoring Lamille and causing her to squeeze her doll and clench her teeth. “I brought spare money, don’t worry. More importantly, who should be the one to recruit them? They have to be charismatic and convincing enough to—” Before he could finish explaining, he realized both Lamille and Hymar blankly stared at Leonard, pointing at him. “Of all times, you both are on the same page on this matter.” He stood up, shaking his head. “Hymar, try to gather every information regarding everything inside the portal. Lamille, do the same for the participants. We’ll return here after we’re done. Understand?” “On it!”“I shall do my best…” --- Kane stayed inside the longhouse, resting against the walls and observing others. Most participants were carefree as they chatted with their friends and lie on the carpet. Some visited each group to negotiate for working together — a logical course of action but naive. Trusting strangers to fully cooperate from start until finish? That merely happened in fairy tale land. Moreover, unpredictable enemies are better than unpredictable allies. While strength in numbers was attractive, there was no point in that when they couldn’t be controlled and brought harm to their friends, especially in critical situations. It had happened several times during Kane’s early years as an adventurer. Quite a harsh lesson for him. Since then, he would first evaluate the other party’s reputation and achievement before joining. “Hey, you! You’re alone right? Join our Azure Herald group and tackle the competition together!” A tall and fat man approached Kane. He looked him down from his superior height. “Who are you? How many members do you have?” asked Kane back. “I am Robert Greenfingers of House Greenfingers. My father is an adept mage for—” “How many members?” “You dare interrupt me? Fine, I’ll let this transgression pass since I am magnanimous. We have quite a large number: 20 people, combined with other loners such as yourself. Obviously, we’ll fairly split the reward—” “Nah, pass. Go bother other people,” rejected Kane. Robert’s face contorted. “Tch! You’ll regret this in the future. Don’t come crawling back to me!” He spat and turned around before leaving. “Pfft!” Kane could barely contain his laughter. Twenty people? That’s basically asking for chaos to happen. The more people you had, the more familiarity and charisma were required. There was no way an insufferable guy like Robert could handle that many… unless he had similar ability to Sharon’s Tempting Gaze. If anyone who approached him was the same as Robert, Kane would reject them no matter how enticing the offer was. “Hello there. Do you have time to talk?” A long-haired man approached him. “Leonard?” uttered Kane. Oh, crap. It was an accident! “How do you know my name?” He squinted his eyes. “Err, I hail from Rabrond too. You’re famous.” “Is that so? That makes things easier, then.” Leonard’s smile faded as his eyes turned solemn. “I’ll get straight to the point: please lend me your strength.” Kane raised his brows. “How many members do you have?” “Currently, we have three including me. We plan to raise that number, though.” Actually, Kane preferred to join groups with fewer numbers, but he hadn’t decided yet. While he liked going solo, he often tagged along with people when fighting against troublesome foes and hostile environments. Also, in this case, he happened to know Leonard well much longer than anyone here. However, Kane hadn’t known Hymar nor Lamille yet, so there might be some distrust between them. It was nothing but a trivial concern. “I accept.” “Don’t you want to negotiate first?” “I do. My conditions are: I keep my freedom all the time, don’t recruit other people, and lastly I get at least 25 percent of the collected resources.” “I can agree with your terms, but what’s the reason behind your second condition?” “I’m not too comfortable with many strangers.” “Hm, I understand. But, you need to prove yourself first to receive your reward.” “Of course.” Kane nodded. “Very well.” Leonard offered a handshake. “Welcome to the Niflenia team.” Kane blinked twice. Why was it so easy? Eh, whatever. It wasn’t as if there was a trap. With a smile, he shook it before standing up. While walking together, Leonard said, “What brings you here, Kane Foxsnove? “Huh?”

Kane’s group was walking toward the forest in silence. The tanned girl then asked, “What should we do now?” “Introducing ourselves would be a good idea,” said Kane. “Right, right. I’m first. Ehem! I’m Zumi, an aspiring earth mage from Cloverpoint town, just south of Rabrond. I hope we can get along, especially with you.” She grinned while looking at the elf. Kane also looked at the elf, waiting for her introduction. With hesitation, she finally began to speak, “M-my name is... Athera. I’m fr-from Rabrond. I only know… some wind spells. I’m sorry if-if I’m… not good enough. “Aww, don’t be hard on yourself, Thera.” Zumi patted her back twice, and then she looked at Kane. “Now it’s your turn.” “I’m Kane from a backwater village called Deven. Nice to meet you,” he said casually. “What a weird way to spell your name,” Zumi chuckled until she noticed something. “Wait, wait a minute. Aren’t we missing something important, Kane?” “Like what?” he asked. “Your primary elemental attribute, duh. Every mage has at least one.” Kane avoided looking at Zumi’s eyes and said, “I don’t know about that.” “What!?” The girls said in unison. “Look, it’s not like I wanted or expected to be a mage. I’m a half-oni after all. I also can’t afford the device to be tested earlier.” Kane shrugged. “What does that have to do with your race?” Zumi asked, tilting her head. “Err, I think… oni could never… use magic,” said Athera in low voice. “That’s right. Except me, apparently.” “Huh, I see. I hope you’re capable enough to be with us.” Zumi smirked. “I should be the one to say that. I’m not weak even without magic,” he snorted. “Oh, yeah? We’ll see about that. I’ll show you what I can do.” She glared at him intensely. Kane responded with the same. “Um, you two… please don't fight…” said Athera, but her voice failed to reach them. When the three had done talking, they ventured to the depths of the forest. The sunlight barely penetrated through the dense leaves, but it was still clear enough to see. They sloped as the ground was uneven. No creatures or fellow participants had been spotted so far. “So, how do you learn a spell from a spellbook,” asked Kane out of the blue. “Pfft!” Zumi held back her laughter. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Kane rolled his eyes, still maintaining his calm. “Sorry, sorry. Any decent mage should’ve known how to do that, but whatever, I’ll explain it to you. First, transfer your mana into the book. Second, let the information flow into your mind. Still, a newly learned spell doesn’t mean you have already mastered it. Do you understand, Kane?” Zumi explained in one breath. “I get it,” said Kane. “And how do you feel about your mana?” Hearing the question, Zumi looked at Athera and asked, “Should I tell him the truth?” Athera gave a nod. With a heavy sigh, Zumi said, “You have to meditate for some time. The length depends on your talent. Not to brag but for me, I only needed less than a month to feel my mana before I knew that I have level 4 talent.” She grinned and puffed up her chest. “What about you, Thera?” “I think… It took about… two weeks. I-I have level 6,” Athera replied. “Wow, so much better than me! As expected from an elf.” “I-it’s nothing…” She blushed. “Which level are you, Kane? So we can deduce your meditation length,” asked Zumi. “I’m only level 10.” Kane shrugged. The girls halted their steps and stared at him. “Yeah, don’t tell me you’re gonna add minus seven or something like that at the end,” said Zumi with a flat tone. “You got me. It’s at level 3.” He changed his mind regarding telling his talent. Strangers shouldn’t be trusted too quickly. “2 months or less, if you’re diligent,” she said. All of sudden, Kane stopped walking. The two noticed and Zumi asked him, “What’s up?” “There’s an enemy on our left. Look.” Kane pointed at the open area. Grasses and some occasional trees grew there. A green wobbly transparent creature dragged its body at a sluggish pace. Its body was similar to water yet it had a form. It had the size of a human head. “An unranked slime!” Zumi gasped. “Alright team, let’s do this!” She charged ahead, leaving the other two behind. Kane facepalmed and said, “Let’s go, Athera.” Although he was vexed by Zumi’s attitude, he was also curious about her combat ability and Athera’s. “Um.” She gave a nod. Her face tensed a little. As the slime ambled, Zumi was approaching fast and muttering a chant. A small light brown magic circle filled with runes slowly appeared on her right hand. At the same time, the slime stopped and shot out a slimy ball projectile toward her face. “Ugh!” Zumi ducked, barely dodging it. The magic circle faded because of the interruption. When she glanced at her behind, she saw the ball melted one of the tree’s branches. The slime backed away from Zumi. Not wasting this opportunity, she chanted again and this time she was successful. “Unranked earth spell: [Earth Shard]!” A small stone shaped like a needle was launched. It grazed the slime’s outer body. The wound oozed some green liquid, then began closing at a slow pace. “This is much harder than hitting a training dummy…” “Is that all you can do?” teased Kane from a bit far behind her. “Sh-shut up! I’m not even serious yet!” she barked. Switching her concentration to the enemy again, Zumi cast another spell. Just when she completed the chant, the slime bounced several times, immediately closing the distance. “Wha!” She fumbled and the shard missed the target. The monster opened its ‘mouth’, trying to bite Zumi. Suddenly, her limbs and body were engulfed in an air current. The wind only grazed the slime as it managed to get away. “This wind magic… Nice one, Thera!” said Zumi. “Um!” said Athera. She was chanting another spell. The slime stayed still and then shot a slimy ball at the sky. The ball went high before it exploded, letting out a pop sound. Zumi tilted her head and asked, “What is that thing doing?” “I-it’s calling for… the reinforcement…” said Athera. “What!? I must stop it right now!” She immediately chanted the same spell once more. The earth shard finally hit the target. In a moment, the slime dissolved into a mushy remnant. “Yeah, I did it!” Zumi shouted in excitement, smiling wide. However, the revel was cut short by the sheer number of slimes approaching her. There were more than twenty of them. “They’re multiplying!” warned Athera. Seeing this, Zumi swallowed her saliva. “Let’s beat them, Thera.” “I’ll take care of this. You two stay behind,” said Kane from behind. “You can’t beat them all alone, Kane. There are too many! And you can’t use magic...” Zumi reached out her hand, trying to stop him. He gave a little grin as a reply and kept walking nonchalantly. One of the slimes nearby saw him. It immediately shot a slimy ball. “Watch out!” Before Zumi could finish her sentence, Kane already stood in front of the slime and slammed his right foot onto the body. It burst like a popped bubble. The ball missed him. The other slimes too started attacking Kane. However, no matter how much they threw slimy balls, or how much they swarmed, he would just dodge them with ease. The incoming slimes would receive a direct punch filled with vis, which somehow evaporated them in an instant. The rest either got stomped or kicked. As the numbers dwindled, some were backing away, avoiding Kane. Then, an earth shard pierced one of the fleeing slimes and another one got sliced in half by a sharp wind. They both died in one hit. In about three minutes, all the slimes were dead. Only the mana cores remained, scattered around the field. The trio then collected them up one by one and put them in the container. “Phew, that was intense,” Zumi said as she wiped the beads of sweat running down from her forehead. “Was that your first battle, Zumi?” asked Kane while collecting the mana cores. “Nah, definitely not. Battles like this are like my daily meal.” She forced a laugh. When Kane stared at her with a blank expression, she looked away and said, “Alright, alright, it is my first time. I’m still weak and you’re strong. Is that what you wanted me to say?” “Not really. Now I understand why you had a hard time against slimes, and I think you’re doing good for your first battle.” Zumi raised her eyebrows. “Wow, I didn’t see that coming. Thank—” “Still, I wanted you to say: “I’m sorry for underestimating you.”” “Hmph! And here I thought you’re being nice.” Zumi took a deep breath and said with a flat tone, “I’m soorrryyy for underrrestimating youu. Are you satisfied?” “Good enough. Now let’s hurry up and search for other monsters,” said Kane, dismissing her. This somewhat made Zumi fume in silence. All cores were collected, and they were ready to go. As they walked, Kane took a glance at the slime remnants. “What’s the matter?” asked Zumi. “Do slimes can call for backup and attack in a group? Low unranked monsters shouldn’t have that much intelligence.” “Is that so?” Zumi then looked at the person on her right. “What do you think, Thera? You seem the smartest one of three of us.” “I-I agree. Perhaps, that slime… was special… so it was ac-actually rank 1?” said Athera with a barely audible voice. “Really? So my first battle was against a bunch of rank 1 monsters!?” said Zumi in disbelief. “If that’s the case, then it won’t be that easily defeated.” Kane shot down her opinion. “Y-you’re right… sorry.” Athera looked down. Zumi’s excitement died fast. Kane pondered the unusual slime tactics. The monsters around here wouldn’t be as simple as usual. He must be more cautious upon encountering them. Gazing at the flying eyeball creature, Kane furrowed his eyebrows. Was the academy behind this? --- In the grass field where nothing but grasses or some river could be seen, the three walked aimlessly while still searching for monsters. They had met some people but they just gave side glances toward each other. Kane noticed the other participants had injuries or ruined clothes. “Hah… why are there no monsters around here!? I thought any grassland would be brimming with them!” Zumi complained, shouting at the blue sky. “It can’t be helped. They were killed by others who got here first. I think we should go to other regions,” said Kane. “Fine, I can still walk for a bit. What about you, Athera?” “I’m okay…” replied Athera. “Say, how did you become so strong, Kane?” Zumi asked a sudden question. “Well, it’s because of my racial talent which gives me more strength,” replied Kane. “No, not that. I mean, it was surreal watching you dodge those attack barrages as if you had memorized them.” “Oh, that. How should I put it…” Kane paused for a brief moment. Even though he had a different body, his reflexes and perception remained unchanged. Therefore, his dodging capability mainly depended on the agility of his current body. Kane couldn’t reveal all of this to her so he instead said, “Just keep training and battling.” “Ah, so that’s the secret,” said Zumi, cupped her palm. Kane exuded a sigh. He felt lucky because his particular teammate was dumb. “Um, is that… a monster?” Athera pointed at the east, where the rocky mountains were. “I can’t see anything,” said Kane, squinting his eyes. Zumi shook her head. “Me too. Wait, how can you see far away when you wear glasses?” “I can’t s-see close objects but… I can still see far,” Athera replied. “That’s great! So your elven eyesight is still fine. Also, your speech is improving, Thera!” Zumi patted the elf’s shoulder. “T-thanks…” She smiled shyly. “Anyway, let’s go there quickly. We shouldn’t let the other team find it first,” suggested Kane. They ran at a brisk pace towards the east. Zumi followed Kane in a close distance without any difficulties. Athera breathing’s, however, slowly became more erratic as they traveled. “Hah… hah… hah…” The elf’s face was burning red and wet. Her distance from the other two was getting further and further. Worried, Zumi checked behind her. Her feeling was right. Athera dragged her feet as if they were chained. Beads of sweat dripped down from her face profusely. “Kane! Stop for a moment!” Zumi shouted. She then helped Athera to sit down properly. He turned around and immediately approached Athera. Kane crouched down and asked, “Is she alright?” “Can’t you see? She’s exhausted because of running!” “But we’re almost there, let’s just continue,” said Kane, furrowing his eyebrows. He’d rather not have his prey get snatched because of this problem. “And let Athera collapse? I’m very disappointed, Kane. You shouldn’t measure others by your standard.” Zumi glared. Kane became silent. He hated to admit it, but he agreed with Zumi. Forcing a teammate beyond their ability would lead to a disastrous situation. Ultimately, failing to complete the exam was very likely. As he thought for a solution, Athera suddenly spoke, “Don’t… worry… about me. The others… h-have… reached there.” She gazed at the east while trying to maintain her breathing rhythm. “No! We won’t abandon you!” Zumi shouted. “Geez, you sounded like Athera is in her final moment,” Kane remarked, scratching his ear. “Oh, shut up.” Zumi rolled her eyes. Kane stretched forward his arms, shaking his hands and his fingers. “Alright. It’s time to go.” “Kane!” Zumi wanted to release her anger until she saw the half-oni put his arms beneath Athera’s knees and her back, carrying her. “Kya!” Athera flailed but couldn’t resist his clutch. “Come on, Zumi. You still have some stamina left, right?” Kane then started running. “Wh-what the hell are you doing to Athera!? Hey!” Zumi chased him. Her face turned slightly redder. “I’m carrying her so we’ll get there quicker,” said Kane without care. “But…” Zumi lost her words. “If-if you do anything strange to Athera, I’ll beat you to death!” She then caught up with Kane and kept an eye on him. “Yeah, don’t worry about that.” Athera was covering her face since she was getting carried and kept saying “I wanna die” repeatedly. Despite that, she stopped struggling anymore after a minute. Perhaps she had accepted her fate, or she took comfort in his embrace. As they got closer, the monster and some people gradually became clearer to see. “Is that…”

Time seemed to freeze. Kane, Bokar, and Gako stood still as the brazen wind blew. Their hair fluttered, so too the leaves and grasses. Gako broke the silent and yelled, “Stop that, uncle!” He reached for Bokar’s hand, but he was blown away with a push. “Stay back, kid. There are some questions I must ask.” Bokar gawked back at Kane. “Who, or rather, what are you exactly? Are you a demon that possesses the real Kane?” Kane maintained his usual demeanor. Inside, he searched every nook and corner of his brain. What is the best possible answer? As he looked at Bokar’s red eyes, the killing intent gushed into him. The old man was dead serious, which meant a wrong answer equaled a chopped head. Running away wasn’t even an option. His equipment suggested that he was a seasoned fighter. The outcome would be obvious. Why did this even happen in the first place? Kane recalled every moment after he met Bokar. Did he make a mistake somewhere? No, he never showed off and kept everything in moderation. Even asking him whether he could become his apprentice shouldn’t have been too suspicious. It should have only been a mere child curiosity. What about his fight against the monsters? It was likely that anyone other than Bokar would see him as a prodigy at most rather than being possessed by someone. Unless the man in front of him had sharp intuition, too sharp that he could even deduce Kane’s state correctly. He had no doubt that whether he held back or not would yield the same result. “What do you mean about being possessed by a demon? I’m still myself,” said Kane with a shaky voice. It was a risky move to lie, but he still bet on it because he had no other way. Bokar gritted his teeth. He pushed the blade in a little bit deeper; Kane’s blood dripped from his neck then to the cold steel. “Don’t lie to me!” “I’m not lying! Why do you accuse me like that?” Kane could guess why Bokar was hesitating: the man still had some doubts. Bokar twitched. His grip became stronger. “Why? Because everything about you is unnatural. You seem to hide something behind your attitude, words, even your expression. You’re really different compared to you 2 years ago when I last saw you. As if you’re a different person…” Bokar’s last sentence petrified Kane. Was his cover blown? he asked himself as his heart palpitated. Then, Bokar continued asking, “Tell me, Kane, how did you use your vis?” “Vis? You mean the weird aura I released before? It was just an intuition,” said Kane. “Hmph! Even the most genius prodigy would take more than six months in order to properly use them.” Kane now realized his mistake. He shouldn’t have gotten carried away and used his vis to finish off the bear. Such a big blunder for a reincarnated master. There was no other way than playing dumb. Admitting the truth right now would only result in death. And thus he said, “You’re right. I wanted to keep this a secret but I guess I have no choice. I started learning it a long time ago.” “Long time ago?” Bokar contorted even more. “I mean since I was eight years old. I swear that I’m not lying.” Kane gazed at the old oni’s eyes. He referred to his previous life so technically it wasn’t a lie. “Then, where did you learn this?” “From my father, of course.” Bokar began to sweat. His sword trembled but the grip was firm. His eyes narrowed. He raised the sword quickly. “Ahhh!!!!” He swung his scimitar at the nearby trees on his right. The slash cut and fell several large trees with ease. Kane could see Bokar’s fierce aura surrounded all over his body. Kane noticed that the vis and his killing intent faded away. Was he successful at convincing Bokar? “You’re not a demon after all. Sorry that I’ve doubted you.” He then looked to his right. “And you too Gako. I hope I didn’t push you too hard.” Kane furrowed his brows. A mere apology definitely would [i]not[/i] suffice for threatening to kill him. He asked, “If I was lying, would you have really killed me?” “I would only kill you right when your form starts changing. In my experience, a demon will reveal his true form when they’re in danger. Again, I’m sorry to put you in that situation,” said Bokar. His tone was unconvincing, and Kane sensed a little hostility. Kane now understood what was behind Bokar’s accusation. He also wondered if Bokar was delusional, but when he thought about it again, his statement was true. Kane too had occasional encounters with real demons, and they’d had that behavior. After he walked away from Kane, Gako approached him. “Are you okay, Kane? Ah! Your wounds…” He noticed the bruise and his bleeding neck. Kane covered the slit and hid his bruised arm. “I’m fine. This is nothing, really.” “That’s right Kane, those wounds are minor but you should treat them. Here,” said Bokar in the distance. He tossed a glass bottle that contained green liquid while carrying the monster corpse with his left arm. Gako stared at him filled with amazement, but he avoided looking at his eyes. Kane caught them and inspected it. “What’s this?” He actually knew it but he still asked anyway to prevent Bokar becoming suspicious again. “A healing salve. Just apply it to your injuries.” Kane wanted to talk, but Bokar interrupted. “I know you’re definitely angry right now and you think that I still haven’t apologized properly, but I can explain that. Meet me in my shop tomorrow morning, if you want to.” He then left the two as he walked away while dragging the bear. Suddenly, he stopped and said, “Also, I’ve accepted you as my apprentice so don’t worry about gathering the other materials. Goodbye, you two.” Gako gazed at the Bokar’s shadow that slowly disappeared in the horizon. “That uncle Bokar… What’s up with him? I’ve never seen him like that.” “Do you know Bokar’s background, Gako?” asked Kane as he rubbed the healing salve on his injuries. The bruise became smaller but still visible and the slit on his neck stopped bleeding. “I remember that Bokar settled here seven years ago, I think. I heard that when my dad and he were talking. He was some sort of a hunter, never staying in one place. Really nice back then, though we rarely met. And he wasn’t violent and cruel.” “I see,” said Kane, disappointed. He shouldn’t expect a child to know much about Bokar. Gako nodded. “Yeah. Normally, Deven didn’t allow outsiders to live here, but both of your dad and uncle are okay.” “Why is that?” asked Kane. “Uhh… I think they once saved the village from a terrible monster. It’s a well-known story,” answered Gako. Later, they walked to Deven by following the scratches on the trees. The sky was already orange when they arrived. Almost nobody was around at this time. Kane and Gako parted ways and went to their own homes. Kane entered his house and put his bag on the dining table. He poured out what was inside. Many kinds of herbs and plants piled onto the surface. “Time to make the basic strength potion,” he said after counting all the ingredients. Since his father was gone for a while, he decided to use this opportunity to make them. Unlike advanced potions and beyond, any equipment could be used, including basic kitchenware — though that would lower the potion’s quality. In the kitchen, there was a metallic pot placed near the wall, right in line with the kitchen door. When Kane finished preparing the ingredients, thus he boiled some water in the pot. While waiting for the water to boil, he chopped all of the herbs into small pieces. Just as the bubbles were rising up to the water’s surface, Kane put them into the pot then stirred it with a spatula. In a minute, the water became as yellow as lemon peels and exuded a faint pungent aroma. “Now, it’s time to put this.” Kane sprinkled teal blue minced leaves into the pot. As the ingredients entered the pot, the entire liquid became orange colored and glowed. This was even noticeable while in the dark. All the plants were dissolved in the liquid. After Kane put out the fire, he closed the pot with a lid. Next, he brought it to his room and stored it in his cupboard. The size of the pot was small enough to fit in. “Although the ingredients were not of the best quality, I managed to brew a rather good quality potion. Still, I could’ve done it better if my skill wasn’t too rusty.” Kane nodded in satisfaction. Kane lay on the bed, recalling the event this afternoon. “Fortunately, Bokar didn’t question me further, otherwise the situation could’ve been disastrous.” Kane was relieved that his prevarication was successful. His secrets were safe despite the fact that he had revealed some of his past life to others. Staring blankly at the ceiling, he muttered the following words. “Should I kill him?”

“W-what should we do?” asked Athera in panic. She chewed her nails, and her eyes kept twitching. Cold sweat formed on Zumi’s temples. Athera’s question rang again in her head. What should she do? She couldn’t rely on Kane this time because he hadn’t woken up yet. She regretted giving the information to him, but right now, she must be focused on the next action. “Should we hide in the cave?” asked Zumi back. “The prince probably won’t find us.” “I d-don’t think that’s a good idea… They have direwolves t-to track down our scent,” replied Athera. Zumi agreed in silence. Seeing Athera begin to be more assertive made her proud. Back to solving the problem, she decided to follow her heart. “Thera, I’m going to talk to him. If it becomes messy, I’ll give you the signal. Help me from afar,” she said to the elf before leaving the cave. She stepped on the wet ground, dirtying her white boots. Athera opened her mouth without letting out any sounds. A moment later, she said, “Be careful, Zumi. The prince… he’s very strong.” “I’ll be fine,” replied Zumi. She stood in front of the entrance while Athera hid in the prone position. Something bothered her mind, how did she know the prince’s ability? However, the thought was interrupted by the prince group. The direwolves were smelling the ground, searching for their prey’s scent while the three were following the beasts. The prince’s group was drenched, leaving wet puddles as they walked. They eyed Zumi with a convulsed face. Calypso then asked her loudly, “You’re with that vile half-oni, correct? Have you decided to surrender and give me your remaining cores?” The twins snickered in the back. At the same time, Zumi was trembling in her shoes. How could she win against three people with a prince among them, plus with two summons? Also, this was the first time clashing against people minus her playful spars with the orphans. Zumi tightened her fist and took a deep breath. “I bet you already have enough points. Why do you still want to fight us?” With a half-smile, Calypso replied, “That is simply because of that friend of yours. Had he chosen not to humiliate me, I wouldn’t have wasted my energy to find you.” Zumi clenched her jaw, glaring at the prince. So Kane was the only reason after all? If that was right, she should immediately give the core right now. The prince wouldn’t bother them anymore and the sure-lost fight would be avoided. Calypso then offered his hand and said once more, “Bring me the half-blood along with the normal mana core and I will spare you. Fortunately for you, I am not a fan of hitting women.” “Y-ye—” Zumi bit her tongue in the middle of the sentence. She remembered what Kane had said. The prince was lying about the money, which meant, maybe he was lying again this time. Zumi was unsure whether Kane was right or not, but she had to choose quickly. “I won’t give you anything! I don’t believe in your lies!” she shouted, hoping she didn’t regret saying that. Calypso’s eyebrow twitched, his nose crinkled. “Oh? When did I lie to you?” “If you have the money back then, you wouldn’t have to enter this test!” Zumi twitched her finger behind her back, giving the signal. Calypso flinched upon hearing Zumi’s words. The twins also showed a concerned look and whispered something to him. Brushing off his hair, the prince then said with a condescending tone, “Very well, you may have uncovered my deceptive words. Nevertheless, it’s futile to resist us! You two, go subdue her!” “As you wish, my prince.” The twins commanded their wolves to attack her. The direwolf leaped toward Zumi, showing their canine teeth. However, she had already chanted a spell secretly when the prince had been talking. “Unranked earth spell: [Stoneflesh]!” A large brown magic circle appeared beneath her. Her skin turned into grey, rigid, coarse texture, becoming stone. It started from her arms to her entire body in just a few seconds. Then, the air around her arms began to spin, enveloping them. The heavyweight that burdened her arms now was gone. The first direwolf tried to bite her. Zumi immediately uppercut punched it right in the jaw. The beast flew up in the air. Before she could regain her posture, another one pounced from her left flank. She wanted to dodge quickly, but the spell hindered her movement considerably. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from behind her. It slashed the wolf right in the stomach. The beast was also blown away by the push. Without looking, Zumi knew it was Athera’s doing. She looked back and yelled, “Athera, enchant my feet with your spell!” “Yes! Unranked wind spell: [Light Feet]!” The wind engulfed Zumi’s ankles, making them lighter. “Thanks—” Before Zumi could finish her sentence, a spear made of ice was drawn near. She stepped aside albeit almost tripped herself. She underestimated how light her feet were. The stray spear penetrated the craggy wall, stuck in there until it’s removed or melted. “Here I thought that half-blood would ambush me from the forest. It seems his injury was too grave, no?” asked Calypso as he stepped forward. “You two, lock her movement while I’m chanting my special spell. I’ve been wanting to give this spell a test,” he commanded, and began to chant. “Yes!” the two shouted, charging forward. The direwolves too began to attack again despite their injury. It was now 5 versus 2. The twins faced Zumi from the front while the beasts flanked her from behind. Unsure of what to do next, Zumi decided to deal with the twins first. She threw a straight punch at the right-most enemy. Somehow, he dodged the fist easily. He counter-punched Zumi in the abdomen. Her eyes bulged, grimacing. She kicked him below the belt as a retaliation. A pained cry escaped from his mouth. He kneeled, quivering while covering his crotch. At the same time, the other twin struck Zumi’s face. She staggered for a moment, then she elbowed him, hitting the chest. She pushed away. But then, a direwolf from behind bit her arm with its strong jaw. Her skin started bleeding. The other direwolves had already fallen unconscious from Athera’s wind spells. It had many cut wounds all over its body. “Get. Off!” Zumi then quickly chanted an earth spell. “Unranked earth spell: [Earth Shard]!” She aimed at its head. The small shard bored at the direwolf’s skull. It loosened its bite as its life sign faded away. Right when she moved her foot, an ice pillar burst skyward from underneath her. It was similar to a totem, except much taller. The ice lifted Zumi about 10 feet high. She could do nothing other than scream. The ice pillar turned into a mist in just a second and started falling. *Thud!* Her shoulder crashed first, followed by her back. Even with [Stoneflesh], it couldn’t prevent the damage from gravity. She writhed in agony while lying on the ground. The sudden drop had dislocated her shoulder and injured her back. She tried to lift her body, but the pain was too much to bear. The prince drew close to her in a nonchalant manner. He crouched down. “Did you enjoy my rank 1 water spell: [Ice Totem]? It’s powerful albeit requiring a long time to cast it.” Zumi groaned as a reply. The tormenting pain occupied her mind; she couldn’t even maintain eye contact. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled. He extended his hand toward the cave. As a blue aura enveloped his body, a white light shaped like a crescent hit his hand. The light vanished in thin air. On the cave entrance, Athera stood weakly and leaned against the wall to support her body. She covered her pale face with the other hand. “Your spell, rank 1 air spell: [Moon Slash], is not inferior. However…” Calypso extended his arm toward the cave and began to chant. “Rank 1 water spell: [Icy Spear]!” The spear was launched. At the same time, a weak blue aura began to surround her body. It was useless. The spear penetrated her robe, stabbing her thigh. She was pushed backward, fell, and rolled into the cave depth. “...your power is still inadequate. If your mana hadn’t run out, perhaps you could put up a struggle against me.” Calypso went to the cave, ignoring Zumi. He looked down and said, “We meet again, Athera Valvaris, the true daughter of Archduke Allisar Valvaris.” “V-valvaris!” Zumi muttered. She had heard of the name quite often. A famous ancient elven family that reigned over half of the kingdom territory. They specialized in trading, scroll inscribing, and alchemy. The family had so much wealth that they rivaled the monarch gold deposit, though that was just a rumor. She had also heard that the Valvaris had two children. Only one of them was showered in praise, and Zumi knew it wasn’t Athera. “I’ve known your sister, or rather, step-sister quite well. A phenomenal prodigy mage of this generation, accomplishing quite a feat. Becoming an adept mage at 15-year-old is unprecedented. I must admit that she’s much stronger than me.” Calypso uttered a sigh. “However, are you, as the direct descendant, a match for her?” He switched his gaze to the twins. They had recovered from their injury. “You two look for the half-oni. I’ll handle this one alone,” he commanded. The two nodded and entered the cave. They passed by Athera without giving a glance. Athera opened her mouth a little, murmuring, “Don’t…” Her arms were shaking behind her back. Her voice was quiet so Calypso stepped forward. “Speak louder.” “D-Don’t compare me to her!” Athera’s eyes lit up. She revealed her hand and opened a rolled paper. A magic circle and runes were inscribed. They began to glow and a corporeal version of the inscription appeared. A powerful gust blew at Calypso. It began to tear his suit and slice his skin until he put up his aura. And yet, the wind was still able to scratch him. The pressure of the wind then blew him away, far from the entrance. The magic scroll turned into dust. Athera stood up, reached out for her bag, searching for an item. She found it, a small glass bottle filled with blue liquid, and drank them until it’s empty. Grabbing the ice spear handle with both hands, she pulled them with her might and successfully removed it. She winced as the blood spurted out. She took out a healing salve from the bag, and then applied it to the wound. With determination, Athera was panting. Her face convulsed due to the attack from before. She faced the downed prince. “This is for hurting Zumi!” She shot a [Moon Slash]. The moment it clashed with the prince, his aura began to waver. The spell also pushed him backward. Athera didn’t stop. She chanted another same spell and shot it once more. “And this is for me!” The same spell shattered his blue aura. However, no visible damage was given. “Do not get cocky with a mere rank 2 scroll, elf!” Two magic circles flashed on both of his hands. He shot double ice spears. “T-two rank 1 spells at the same time!?” Athera had put up the blue aura yet when she received them, the spears bored through the aura, and sent her flying. Her head hit the rocky wall first and fainted. Calypso took a deep breath. “I, as a level 7 talent, never expected to be a little serious. However, you are as weak as everyone says.” “Thera!” Zumi shouted. “You, bastard! I’ll never forgive you!” He stuck his nose in the air, wrinkled his nose. “What are you planning to do in your current state?” Calypso sneered. “Moreover, haven’t you realized that this test is a competition? I merely did the classic approach to obtain the cores, by taking them from other fellow competitors.” “B… But you have enough cores already…” “Do you think I’m satisfied with that? The special prize is what I aimed for. It is unknown but…” He looked skyward at the observing creature. “I am certain it guarantees me to enroll in the famous class S.” Zumi was silent. What on earth was he talking about? She wondered whether trampling other people was worth the prize. Still, she couldn’t say that to him because of the flaring pain. “Enough idle chatter. It appears the twins have completed the task.” Calypso faced the entrance and saw his teammates exiting the hole. They were carrying Kane’s group pouch. “Did you find the half-oni and their cores?” he asked from afar. “Aye, my prince. He was sleeping soundly. He didn’t bother us at all when we took the cores! Hahaha!” they cracked up. Their laughter roared through the forest until one of them suddenly fell. Something had struck him from behind. The other twin became immediately frozen. By the time he reacted, a shadowy figure had bashed his temple with an ax. He rolled over the ground and ceased any visible movement besides breathing. “You!” Calypso screamed, pointing at the person. “Impossible…” Seeing this, Zumi gave a thin smile and whispered, “Finally…” The horned figure lifted his chin, corrected his posture, and revealed his face. Kane strode over the twin’s body and said, “You dare to hurt my teammates, huh.”

Kane and Brian finished looking for lightning spell theory books and took several of them. They returned to the main entrance to meet up with Zumi and Athera as planned. Apparently, the girls were not done yet. Sometime later, Kane saw Zumi who was carrying a plethora of books, along with Athera. The book tower was at its limit, almost falling over. She dropped it hard and was panting loudly on all fours. “That’s an awful lot of books you got there. Do you love reading that much, Zumi?” said Brian, staring at the pile of books. They were taller than her height. “I've warned her but she… didn’t listen…” Athera uttered a sigh. “Thera, I already told you that there are so many spells that I want to learn so I can’t resist taking them… hehe,” Zumi laughed awkwardly. “Can you comprehend all of them—no, can you even finish reading them?” asked Kane. “Obviously not. At least when I read this in my dorm, I don’t have to go to the library again! Isn’t that genius?” She tapped her head. Kane gave up asking Zumi further, and so did Brian. They all decided to queue to borrow books from the librarian. Several moments later, their turn was up. “Only up to three items are allowed for borrowing,” said the librarian in an ice-cold tone. “Are you serious!? Why?” yelled Zumi, attracting attention from other people. “Be quiet! This is a library,” hushed the librarian. “Because people tend to lose their items easily when borrowing in bulk. I’m afraid this rule cannot be broken.” “Then, what should we do with the rest of the book?” asked Brian. “I will return them later. Place the unwanted items there.” She glanced at the corner of the desk where dozens of books stacked sloppily. They scoured the books before making their choice. Kane decided to borrow [Searing Arrow] and [Flaming Hand]. He had seen the rest of the spells and wasn’t interested in them except [Blazing Fence]. Finished with the process, Kane approached the three as he was carrying the books. “Why are you borrowing just two, Kane?” asked Zumi. She and the others chose to borrow three books; it wasn't a strange question. “I’m a slow reader, you see. It will take me a long time to finish a thick book like this,” replied Kane. It was the sole reason why he disliked reading. His time would often be consumed too much just reading. “Alright, then. We can only borrow them for one month anyway. Beyond that, you'll get a temporary ban and a heavy fine,” said Zumi. Brian looked upward toward the second floor. “Let’s read up there.” “Why can't we go there right after picking the books?” asked Kane. “Because it’s not allowed until your books are approved by the librarian. The library guardian will block your way,” said Brian. They ascended using the spiral staircase. Arriving on the second floor, Kane saw hundreds of tables and chairs. Despite the number of people sitting there, almost no sound could be heard. Every step they took echoed in the giant area. A while later, they found four empty seats and a table. They opened the spell theory book and began reading silently. Kane too was immersed in reading, although it lasted for three pages; the text was too complicated for him. He stood up and said, “I’m going to stroll for a while.” In reality, he wanted to check the special library for class S out of curiosity. The others nodded. Kane descended the staircase and headed toward the librarian. He leaned toward the desk and asked, “Excuse me—” The librarian extended her palm while she was conversing with another person. When the person left, Kane asked her, “What is this card for?” She took the card from his hand and inspected it. “This is a VIP card for entering the restricted area. Go toward the opposite end of this royal library, then show your card to the inspector.” “Is there any class S who has already entered the library yet?” he asked again. “As far as I am concerned, no.” “Thanks.” He bowed his head. “Yes, yes. Now please go. I’m busy here.” She shooed Kane away. In the opposite end where no single soul could be detected, he found himself in front of a caged platform. In the back, dozens of round and jagged thick disks in various sizes were arranged, connected with other disks. He had never seen such an intricate device in his entire life. The cage itself was decorated with artistic animate and inanimate objects, making it beautiful to look at. “Please show your identification card to access the elevator,” an androgynous monotone voice sounded from an unknown location. [I]So that cage is called ‘elevator’, eh?[/i] Kane looked around only to see nobody. He decided to pull out the golden card from his breast pocket and held it facing against the elevator. An invisible force grabbed the card, making it float in the air. The card then fell into his hand as though it released its grasp of the card. “Welcome, Kane Foxsnove. You may proceed.” The gate of the elevator separated, sliding into two by itself, allowing him to enter. Kane stepped into the platform. When the gate closed, the disks behind the elevator began rotating. The elevator ascended at a brisk speed while the constant sound of grinding disks accompanied him. He was uncertain how high he had ascended because there was no height indicator. As the elevator stopped, the gate opened. He stepped out and saw large double doors in front of him. Holding the brass handle, Kane pushed one door open. The bright sunlight greeted him, forcing Kane to squint and blinding his vision briefly. Upon reopening his eyes, he saw a spacious room, though much smaller than the main floor. Half of the walls were built-in white bookshelves which were filled with countless books. On the north side, three large windows illuminated the room. The floor was covered in silky white carpet except for the area at his left, where there was a dark wooden floor beneath a set of benches with pillows, a table with short feet, and a fireplace. At his right, four rows of tall bookshelves were placed side by side. The length ended after fifty steps which then another row of them could be seen. A slanted staircase connected the lower floor to the exposed upper floor that seemed to be similar to the right side of the room, at least when viewed from below. Kane stepped on the carpet and checked for life presences. He sensed someone upstairs. Did that mean that the librarian had lied to him? Either way, Kane minded his business and sought for interesting books downstairs by himself. “These are… rank 1 spells!” Kane perused the books in one of the bookshelves. The entire section was full of them, albeit there were more copies than the variety. Each aisle had a different elemental attribute. Kane searched for the fire element one to match his first spell's element. Some spells caught his interest and conveniently, a protruding paper that had a mini description of the spell was slipped between the pages. “[Fireball], hurls large flaming energy that condensed into a ball. When it impacts the target, it will create a field of flame.” A ubiquitous spell. Kane had seen many different forms of this spell during his time fighting with mages. They were much stronger than the rank 1 version. He found it interesting that a spell could be improved into a better version of them in diverse ways. Moreover, the spell was very flexible and powerful in many situations based on his experience. “[Call forth: Scorching Sword], a rank 1 one-handed sword that constantly burns will appear on the caster’s hand. The weapon will drain the caster mana to maintain its form.” The spell was normally not needed for Kane since he had a weapon already. However, it might be useful in certain circumstances such as in magic tournaments as he excelled in melee combat. He disliked using swords, though, because it reminded him of his nemesis. Regardless, it was a useful spell in theory. For the last spell, “[Marksman’s Bullet], shoots a lightning-fast tiny red-hot projectile from the magic circle, making it suitable for long-range combat. It has a long spell cast duration.” Kane chose this spell in case he needed to ambush an enemy. He most likely would not use it when engaging more than one opponent due to the spell cast duration. The enemy must stay still or have predictable movement. Other spells were either not interesting or were deemed unimportant for Kane. He had searched for a magical ax spell but unfortunately, he could not find it. Swords and daggers were a more popular weapon choice, it seemed. In the end, he had to stick with [Call forth: Scorching Sword]. Perhaps he could change the form similar to [Fireball] in the future. Kane brought the first volume of three spell theory books to the table near the fireplace. He decided to read [Fireball] since it had the fewest pages of them all. *Thud!* He heard the sound of something falling onto the floor upstairs. The disturbance did not catch his interest. *Thud!* Kane twitched his eyebrows. When reading a book with heavy text, he needed a quiet environment. He still paid no heed to it. *Thud!* He dropped the book immediately. He ascended the staircase with haste and searched for the suspect. In the distance, he saw a teenage girl lying on the floor, showing her back and her shiny platinum blond hair. She wore the same capelet as Sharon. Did that mean she was a class S student? Beside her, there was a fallen step ladder. “What happened here?” asked Kane. The girl immediately crawled backward and screamed, “Hyaa! W-who are you!?” Her voice was akin to a pleasant lullaby. “I have never seen you before and you look… peculiar.” He took a good look at the girl. She gazed at him with a pair of childlike eyes, brimming with curiosity. When Kane looked slightly downward, he noticed what lay between her thighs due to how short the skirt was. He immediately averted his gaze, rubbed his nose. “The peculiar look is probably because of my horns,” he said, pretending he saw nothing. “Oooh, I’ve never seen your kind before but that’s not what I meant. You are not like the others in a different sense..” She let out a low hum, still in the same pose. “Let’s put that aside for now. Your underwear is showing, by the way.” Kane coughed. The girl immediately closed her legs and covered it with her hands. Her rosy cheeks turned red. Standing up, she buried her face beneath her hands, muttering “Ahh! What have I done!? I've displayed such inappropriate behavior…” Kane raised his eyebrow. He somewhat expected her to be angry for peeking. “I don't mind at all,” he said. It was a nice view. “So, you don’t hate it? I’ll stay like this for a while, then.” She smiled. Did she have a screw loose? Kane scratched his temple. “Err… Just don’t do it in front of anyone else. What were you doing before?” “I was trying to get that book.” She stood up, pointed at the green book on the top of the shelf. “It’s too high for me as I kept failing to grab it…” Kane eyed at the book, stroking his chin. The shelf was four times his height. “Is there any taller ladder around here? Or a golem to assist you?” “This is the tallest ladder, and no, there isn’t a golem like that here. It does exist but I never thought I would need it… I didn’t think that I would run out of books to read.” “I can get that for you so you don’t have to fall over and over again,” offered Kane. Her eyes bulged out. A wide smile surfaced. “Really? But you’re way shorter than me. How can you reach it?” Indeed, Kane’s height was around her bosom. Her forthright remark was akin to a sword stabbing his heart. Clearing his mind, he adjusted the step ladder and walked backward in a few steps. “Not a problem. Just watch.” He readied his stance, then ran toward the step ladder. He sprung forth into the air, climbing step by step quickly by utilizing the momentum. His toes clung at the edge of the fourth row of the shelf for a moment. He extended upward, barely reaching the top. Kane pinched the bottom corner of the book and tugged it before the gravity pulled him down. He dropped down, safely landing on both feet. “Here.” Kane offered the book to the girl. “Woah! That’s amazing! How did you manage to do that?” She applauded lightly and received the book. “I train my legs every morning. Never thought it would be useful for this situation,” said Kane. “Ah, I see, I see.” She nodded a couple of times. “Well then, thank you very much for assisting me… Oh right, we haven’t introduced ourselves yet. My name is Liana.” “I’m Kane. A new student of this academy.” “No wonder I can’t recall your face. Are you the new class S student? Where’s your cape, Kane?” asked Liana. He did consider whether he should lie or not when he encountered a class S student. Because he did not know anything about class S, the lie would be uncovered when he was absent from the classroom. Earning distrust was one of the last things he wanted, so Kane chose to give an honest answer. “I don’t have one because I’m not a class S student.” “What!? How did you get here then?” As she asked the question, the sound of the elevator gradually filled the room. “Someone’s coming! Hide!” shouted Liana. “Why—” “You’re not supposed to be here! Just wait there. You could be in trouble.”

Before the semi-final match between Kane and Giyori started, Sharon walked down the hallway. Not too far from her, Ral stood, leaning against the wall. His eyes were closed as he crossed his arms. “Shouldn’t you be in the audience seats?” she asked. “And let anything bad happen to you? Never trust anyone outside of our family, remember?” Ral warned. “I still haven’t. Besides, what could a mere boy like him possibly do?” “He could beat you and run away with the feather. Kane’s kinda strong, you know.” “You’re worrying too much. I might be the weakest, but I’m not that weak. I have prepared for anything,” reassured Sharon. “…” He silently stared at her before sighing. “If you say so.” “Look. I’ve been doing this for years and also, I’m no longer a child, Ral.” She walked ahead first. “We’ve been here for too long. Let’s hurry to watch the semi-final.” Ral simply silently followed her from behind as his answer, gazing at her slender back. Both went to the audience seats. Upon arriving, many people — mostly men — swarmed them, trying to court her. While dealing with them, Sharon glanced at Ral. He growled before stepping forward and staring them down from a superior height. “Scram!” Ral hissed. They all immediately apologized before fleeing. Sharon looked at the puffed-up Ral and said, “Thank you, Ral.” “Why should I be the one to scare them? Can’t you do it by yourself?” “Because I have a particular image to maintain, and your face is scary enough without resorting to doing ‘that’,” teased her. “Hmph, whatever.” He turned his head away. After clearing that nuisance, they went back to their previous seat. Not too far away from them, an old man sat on one of the chairs. He was cloaked in a torn greyish robe. His face was tranquil until he noticed the siblings when they were approaching. “Ah, you must be Miss Sharon.” He stood up. “You may call me ‘Zild’, the master and teacher for Giyori. Pleased to meet you.” “The pleasure is mine.” Sharon bowed. “Hm, you’re quite a beauty, aren’t you? Such a pleasant sight for weary eyes.” “Oh Sir Zild, you’re praising too much.” “But that handsome man beside yours is even more so. What is your name, young man?” asked Zild. “I’m Ral. You’re strong, aren’t you? Let’s fight!” “Ral! How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t go picking a fight with anyone out of nowhere!” “It’s alright, Miss Sharon,” calmed Zild. “Ral, was it? Very well, I suppose I accept your challenge.” “Heh! Then, let’s pick a spot—” Zild interrupted, “After I finished talking with Miss Sharon.” “I’ll be waiting, then,” grumbled Ral. Sharon kept smiling, keeping her elegant appearance. “What matter do you wish to discuss?” “Oh, you don’t have to be so formal with me. I am merely a poor elderly man.” Zild chuckled before his expression turned solemn. “Although, I have one request: withdraw your brawler from this match.” “Hoo? Interesting. Why are you suggesting that?” “You see, I have seen many people throughout my 70 years. Be they strong or weak. Talented or not — I’ve seen them all. Nevertheless, I’ve never seen a talent like Kane before.” “And your point?” “It’d be a shame if he were to die here by my disciple, Giyori. Kane might be a very talented fighter, but he’s still lacking in terms of power. With her high strength and refined martial arts, she could easily cripple, or even — kill him.” “Pfft!” Hearing someone holding back laughter, they turned toward the source. It was Ral. “Is something funny?” “Just ignore him.” Sharon facepalmed. “I appreciate your concern, Sir Zild. However, the decision ultimately depends on Kane himself. I’ve given a way out from this match, after all.” “Hm, I understand. You are truly a good master.” “You’re praising too much.” Then, Sharon and Zild continued the conversation, leaving Ral alone. Not long after that, the semi-final began. --- Kane panted heavily as he sat against the steel bar. The beating finally took a toll on him. Not to mention, his easy way out — as Ral described it — had gone. He now had two options left: either get knocked out painlessly or win the fight. A rather low odds, but Kane had used to that. While getting the feather back was important, his life was obviously number one. “What’s the matter, Kane? Already tired?” she snickered, staring down at him. “You said that you’re still holding back, right? Don’t tell me those were just empty words?” Tasting his own medicine was never great to him, though it could be worse if he did taunt her. Kane stood up, correcting his posture — not sure due to his pure willpower or her words managed to pierce his pride. Definitely the former. There was no way for an ex-saint like him to care about some random girl. Nonetheless, he had to take this more seriously. --- With a stern expression, Kane said, “I wasn’t really that serious. Now, I will be.” “Oh, really? Then, show it.” “Of course. If you can take my blow, then I’ll admit you’re stronger than me and concede immediately.” “Hm, alright! I accept your challenge! Come at me!” she roared. “Here goes nothing.” Kane took a step back, pulled his fist, and lunged at her. He screamed on top of his lungs. On the opposing side, Giyori lowered her stance, showing her palm at the charging half-oni. She was confident to take his full power punch since her strength was much more superior than him. Moreover, the incoming attack was too obvious for her eyes. Her plan was: when Kane entered her range, she would redirect the attack and grab his arm before countering with an uppercut. Giyori was certain that it would be a clean one-hit knockout by using his speed. A moment later, he almost entered her range of attack. His fist was thrown. Giyori reached for Kane’s hand as she had planned before. “Too easy!” she shouted. However, Giyori grabbed nothing but empty air as if his arm had vanished. She even saw no one in front of her. Upon this realization, Kane had already retracted his arm and charged against her stomach with his head. The momentum pushed her backward but still maintained her stance. She immediately tried to punch him in the face, however, Kane was already out of her reach. When Giyori looked at him, one thing she noticed first was the red blood covering both Kane’s horns. She didn’t know why and decided to dismiss it. “Is that all you got? Too bad, I’m still standing, Kane.” “Not for long,” he replied. His voice contained a hint of pity. “Huh? What do you mean—” Before she could complete a sentence, Giyori winced, convulsing her face. She touched her stomach and felt warm liquid flowing from two holes. She was finally hit with a realization: she was bleeding. Her blood dripped down, forming a small red puddle beneath her. --- It worked. The move that he came up on the spot worked wonderfully. Although Kane had had this idea since the first time he fought in this cage, he hesitated to use it; he wanted to challenge himself, testing his limit. Unfortunately, his opponent was too strong for him to fight fair and square. “You!” Giyori gritted her teeth. “That’s dirty!” “So?” Kane raised an eyebrow. “I can’t believe you resorted to a dishonorable tactic! Aren’t you a warrior?” she complained. “Nope. I’m currently a mage student.” Kane shook his head. “You can keep blabbing on and on about honor, fairness, or whatever; but in the end, they don’t win a fight. I’ve learned it the hard way.” “You’re… you’re wrong! Do you even enjoy such a hollow victory?” asked Giyori once again. Kane scratched his ear. “A win is a win, no matter the means.” “Giyori!” a loud shout filled the entire room, silencing everyone. Looking at the source, it came from an old man. Another martial artist, it seemed. “Master Zild?” she responded. “Don’t just sit there and fight! He’s stalling until you run out of blood!” “Tch! He found that out.” Kane clicked his tongue. If her teacher didn’t interrupt, Kane could win without doing anything. That’s why he replied to Giyori’s pointless accusations. Whatever. He stalled more than enough to win. At this point, the fight became a battle of attrition. “You’re right, master!” She then glared at Kane. “I won’t forgive you, villain. Prepare yourself!” “Why am I suddenly a villain now?” Unsurprisingly, she ignored his rhetorical question and charged much faster and mightier than before despite her injury. Her eyes brimmed with hatred as if they were set ablaze. Her previous tranquility had completely gone now, replaced with violent rage. Kane moved aside, then ran away to his left. Almost crashing against the steel bars, Giyori took a sharp turn and dashed toward him. Her speed was so great, she closed the distance almost in an instant. She delivered another punch except both her power and speed had diminished compared to before, making it easy for Kane to dodge. He then threw a one-two punch to her wounded stomach and then backed away. Even in her current state, he had to remain cautious. His punches might not be the strongest, but it should be enough to hurt her — which they did. She recoiled, wincing before going after him again. He fled as she chased. When she attacked, he avoided it and countered with a couple of strikes. This pattern was repeated three times. Her blood almost covered the entire caged arena. “Coward! Stop… running away!” she yelled, out of breath. Of course, Kane had no intention to agree with her plea — that would be the same as throwing away his advantage. “You can attack me with your horns, you know,” said Kane casually as he played a cat and mouse game with Giyori. “Never! I’ll never stoop that low!” “What’s the point of having them, then?” he asked. “They’re our racial symbols! Our pride! And you, who use them in such a terrible manner, are a disgrace to oni!” “I see.” Kane nodded until his foot slipped. “What the—!” He then stumbled a little bit; the floor was slippery. His fingers scraped the blood. Glancing at his behind, Giyori was catching up, seemingly unaffected by the puddle. “Got you!” she shouted. He immediately whipped his bloodied hand at Giyori. The splash hit her eyes. She stopped and covered them while writhing in pain. A chance! Kane drove a front kick to her jaw and sent her flying backward. She skidded on the ground before collapsing. Was it finally over? Panting heavily, Kane sat down. His body was covered in sweats. He hoped she stayed on the ground until the referee declared him as the winner since he had almost no energy to stand up again. Moreover, the pain began to flare up. It hurt. Between his breaths, the audience was shouting something, not his name, but rather, Giyori’s. Then, her finger twitched, then her arm, and finally her body. Shaking, she clenched her fists and used them as a crutch. Her white clothing was now stained — no, it was more like — dyed in crimson color. Contrary to Kane’s thinking, Giyori was smiling despite all of the injuries he had inflicted. “Get up… Kane. Let’s continue… our fight.” He grinned. An image of himself flashed briefly. How strange. He decided to stand up, barely able to support his body. “You’re a great fighter, Giyori. Too bad you faced against me… or it’s great for you.” “Shut up and take my last attack!” She pulled her arm and ran toward Kane. Each of her steps created a splash. This time, Kane didn’t move nor did he run away. He couldn’t take his eyes away from witnessing her unwavering will. What a rare sight to behold. At that moment, he cared no longer about winning and losing. Still, Kane would give everything he got to defend himself in this last attack and finish her off. However, Giyori’s eyes turned white, and she fell before even getting near him. In a blink of an eye, her master arrived in the caged arena and caught her, almost as if he teleported right into it, even though he didn't. With a warm smile, Zild’s hands hovered near her stomach and poured his vis into the wounds; the bleeding stopped. “You have done enough, Giyori. Good work,” muttered Zild. Then, he looked at Kane. The familiar sensation had returned once again. Murderous intent — much, much more intense than Ral’s. Based on how everyone was unaffected, it was only aimed toward him. What should he do now? Hathnuz From now on I will thank my patrons in every new chapters. I genuinely forgot to do this, so yeah, sorry about that. Big thanks to Zelosh, Adam, and ThisClown for the support at my Patreon! I really appreciate it.

Hathnuz I just realized that it will took approximately a year to reach chapter 90 if I maintain this current pace. That's too long. So, I've decided to speed things up a little and upload at least 2 chapters per week. Enjoy! “Are you ready?” asked Leonard, brandishing his sword and pointing it at Kane. Intricate golden plant carvings embellished a half portion of the blade. The silver cylindrical crossguard reflected a distorted yet clear figure of the half oni, similar to a mirror. If one peered closely, a blue aura emanated from the blade due to the protection runes engraved to preserve its edges. “I have several questions.” Leonard knitted his eyebrows together for a moment. “Ask away.” “Isn’t this too early for a newcomer like me?” asked Kane. While he had nothing against using real weapons because wood and steel had very different properties, he had never heard of seniors immediately challenging fresh recruits. “Not at all! Everyone here has dueled against me before joining this club; it's a tradition. Though other seniors would’ve done this instead of myself.” Leonard then smiled upon seeing Kane's concerned expression. “I know what you’re thinking. Don’t sweat it, whether you lose quickly or not. Just take it as an experience.” “Next, can’t I use other weapons instead? I’m not exactly well-versed in swords,” protested Kane as he caressed his weapon. The one-handed sword was plain and ridden with scratches but no dents. Very shoddy when compared to Leonard'’s sword, appearance-wise. Though in Kane’s eyes as a blacksmith, there was barely any difference between them regarding the quality since they both were unranked and had many flaws in the steelwork. Leonard shook his head. “I apologize. Rules are rules. The dueling law prohibits any weapon besides swords, rapiers, and sabers.” “What are the rules?” asked Kane. Leonard looked to his right. “Jeanne.” A female student who had volunteered as a referee then spoke, “Allow me to briefly explain the rules. The usage of magic is forbidden. The duel ends when one of the combatants surrenders or receives three attacks onto their body. In an extreme case resulting in a combatant’s death, the survivor will be declared as a winner.” “Still the same as ever, huh?” said Kane to himself. He had somewhat expected this and merely asked the question randomly. “Was that clear? Also, don’t worry too much about the last part. I'll try to avoid the vitals as much as I can.” “Well, that’s reassuring. I’ve got no more questions.” Leonard fixed his stance. “Let’s give it our best, Kane.” “Please go easy on me, senior.” Kane bowed slightly. Normally, he wouldn’t say this to his opponents in a serious fight. “I never go easy on anyone.” Leonard lunged ahead at incredible speed. *Clang!* Kane flinched. He deflected the thrust, redirecting it to his side. Slightly faster than he’d expected. Leonard followed up with a slash from below, aiming at the face, only to be stopped by the opposing blade. He stared down at Kane’s eyes as their blades met. He then stepped back and unleashed barrages of sword flurry. However, Kane parried all of them, despite his unstable posture. “My sword skill has become very rusty. I guess that’s expected when considering the last time I used this weapon…” Kane said to himself amid combat. To him, using a sword was like using an ax upside down — very flexible and easy to control, but much less satisfying. The short grip limited his hand movement, though this wasn’t an issue in knives and daggers due to their size. As a result, he couldn’t wield it properly. If every kind of weapon other than axes was presented to him, swords would be his last pick. --- Meanwhile, the spectators were cheering while sitting on the ground. Their eyes were glued on the intense duel. “Damn, that half-oni is much better than I expected! I can't even last five seconds against Captain,” said one of them. “Where did he learn that swordsmanship? He isn’t even a noble!” On the other hand, Calypso narrowed his eyes. He clenched his fists, “Kane… just how strong are you?” --- After more than a dozen times swinging his sword, Leonard ceased his assaults. He kept his distance from Kane and said, “You… why didn’t you attack back?” Kane scratched his temple. “I’m still trying to get used to this sword, so…” “Don’t lie! You blocking my attacks have proven otherwise,” said Leonard. Kane didn’t know what to say to that statement. He was telling the truth all along. Leonard's movement was too slow, albeit Kane’s reaction barely keeping up with his current body. The opponent’s physical strength and finesse were superior after all. “If you want this duel to be a draw, that’s fine. Though I’ll tell everyone that regardless.” "So, I have no other choice but to win? Guess I'll try to win." “I shall exert 100% of my power. Here I come!” Leonard changed his stance. He faced Kane sideway, rested his sword near his face, and lowered his knees. Clutching the sword with both hands, he dashed forward. Kane extended his sword slightly, preparing to receive the blow. Suddenly, his opponent vanished, leaving nothing but an afterimage. There was no trace of where he went. “Hm, interesting move. But it’s futile!” Kane could guess where Leonard was because he was able to read the auras of living beings. Without batting an eye, he threw a wide slash to his right — only to cut empty air. “Aura decoy!? Oh, crap—” As Kane’s eyes darted to his left, Leonard's sword was already half a foot away from him. There was no time to react; his sword was too far away. *Slash!* A piece of fabric was torn apart. It was scraped from Kane's gambeson. He tried to return the blow, but Leonard’s already out of his range and had entered a defensive stance. “One point for Leonard!” Staring at his opponent, Kane narrowed his eyes. He had to admit that he was caught off guard. He didn't expect a mage student to use a move for a swordsman. It seemed Leonard had dedicated himself to becoming a magic swordsman. “How’s that, Kane? Enough for you to become more serious?” provoked Leonard. “Not bad.” Kane stroked the slash mark on his arm. “Then, prepare yourself.” Resting the sword on the shoulder, Kane was slowly approaching. Leonard’s gaze became fiercer than before. Step by step, the distance between them was getting shorter. “You’re open!” Leonard swung his sword first from overhead. With a chuckle, Kane deflected the blow from behind his neck right before it hit his shoulder, causing that sword to strike the ground. Using the rebound momentum, Leonard quickly lifted the sword and adjusted his stance. At the same time, Kane began his counterattack. He slashed. He chopped. He thrust. He threw all manner of offensive attacks he got. However, all of his assaults were blocked as if Leonard read his mind. [i]Are you really a mage apprentice?[/i] Kane was somewhat perplexed. He guessed that Leonard had been taught swordsmanship at least since his childhood and not learned any magic. Unless he was reincarnated similar to Kane, there was no way a person with mage talent could pull this off. --- As they were clashing swords, Leonard had finished analyzing his opponent. In conclusion, Kane’s swordsmanship was awkward and a beginner at best. His swings were too wide, making it easy to read them. And for some reason, he often twirled the sword as if a weight was attached to the tip of his sword. Despite all of that, his footwork, his reflexes, and everything besides his swordsmanship was flawless, no, even better than Leonard’s teacher. If someone said that Kane was a reincarnation of a renowned warrior, Leonard would believe it in a heartbeat. Moreover, he also believed that Kane was still h— “Ha!” Kane thrust his sword, snapping Leonard back into reality. “Ugh!” Leonard stepped aside immediately, barely dodging it. He tried to attack back, but there was no opportunity for that. “I’m starting to get the hang of this, but it’s still unpleasant to use…” lamented Kane inwardly. His hatred against the previous sword saint hadn’t diminished yet. “I can't believe it! Captain is getting pressured!” one of the spectators commented. “That half-oni is so damn good! Who is he exactly!?” “What is this commotion about?” A mature woman’s voice asked from behind. “Can’t you see? It’s a duel between Captain and an outsider…” When the student turned around, his eyes bulged. “Y-y-you’re…” He stuttered. “Out of my way,” she ordered. All of the students who saw and heard her immediately paved a way for her. Several minutes had passed since the duel began. It was a short amount of time yet for those two, it felt much longer than that. They also understood that if this continued any longer, it would become a battle of attrition instead. Such an outcome was undesired for both parties, therefore… Their next attack must determine the winner! They maintained distance. Both were drenched in sweat, wetting their gambeson’s collar. Not a word was uttered for a while until Leonard broke it first. “Hey, you know what I’m thinking, don’t you?” asked Leonard out of the blue. “Whatever that is, it must be the same as mine,” replied Kane. Leonard laughed as his aura became stronger and stronger than before. Green-colored vis had covered his entire body. He transferred his aura into his arms and feet. “Using all of your vis for your final attack? Very well.” Kane quickly flipped his sword upside-down, grabbing the blade instead of the handle. “What on dunai is he doing!? Won’t his hands get cut by that blade?” The spectators couldn’t grasp why Kane suddenly did that. “It is known as ‘murder stroke’. A legitimate technique to pummel an enemy when one’s sword cannot cut into the enemy’s armor. And no, his hands are safe,” said Calypso. “But, they both are wearing light armor! Is that technique even necessary?” Calypso replied to that question with silence. He realized that he had no obligation to explain everything. Although, he knew the answer already. Kane’s primary weapon is an ax, and thus by using that technique, the sword would become similar to that of a weapon. “No, such a crude technique is definitely not necessary. A true swordsman should solely use their blade.” A woman’s voice answered. Every student beside her was bewildered by her appearance, except Calypso. He faced the opposite direction of her and kept watching the fight. Back to the duel, Kane and Leonard were standing menacingly. They had been staring at each other, thinking the best strategy to defeat the opposing side. On the other side, the spectators were silent unlike a while ago. To their surprise, Kane went ahead first. He closed the gap between them until their blade collided. Then, they tried to overpower their opponent using raw strength. When Leonard used his vis to enhance his power, Kane released his blade from connecting and stepped aside, letting Leonard slice empty air. At the same time, Kane grabbed Leonard’s wrist, pushed his neck with the handle, and swiped his legs. Losing his foothold, Leonard fell and crashed onto the floor. When he was about to raise his torso, Kane's knee already pushed him down. He rested the sword tip near Leonard's neck and uttered, “Do you admit defeat?” With a sigh, Leonard replied, “I surrender.” Another brief silence descended before loud reactions erupted from the crowds. “Whoa!”“What did just happen!?” The crowds were restless and filled with questions. The beatdown was too fast for their eyes, and only a handful of people could process it, including Calypso and the mysterious woman.

The Dawnstar shone through the windows as birds chirping outside woke Kane up. He raised his upper body, casting his gaze everywhere. He was still in Sharon’s bedroom, stark naked. The bed reeked of sweat and other pungent odors. So, everything was… real? Harder to accept that rather than believing yesterday was a fleeting wet dream. Beside him, Sharon was sleeping soundly, lying bare. The ray of light beamed on the side of her serene face, highlighting her prominent cheekbone. Kane wanted to give another go, but he was too sore for that. He got up and when he put his clothes back, Sharon called. “Good morning, Kane. You’re leaving so soon?” “Yes.” He finished buttoning up his shirt and wore his trousers. “But, I wanna take a bath first, if that’s alright for me.” “Mn, let’s do it together, then.” She reached for her wardrobe and wrapped herself in a long robe. “Huh? No, thanks. I can wash myself just fine.” “That’s not what I meant, you silly. I suggested that we save our time. ” “Hm, you’re right.” Kane nodded and ambled toward the door. “Wait! Don’t open it yet!” shouted Sharon. He halted immediately. “Why?” Instead of answering his question, she mumbled a chant. Then, bluish light glowed from behind the paintings and the cupboard before fading away. “Did you set up a trap in this room?” Kane stared at her, astonished. He’d had a bad feeling since entering the room, and the whole thing seemed too easy. Fortunately, he didn’t pick the most obvious option. “Just in case you chose the Black Feather. The trap would simply incapacitate you, so be at ease,” she explained. He didn’t take her words at face value, though he might believe her considering she warned him. Kane basically made her richer after all; she would try to take advantage of him as much as she could, given her personality. “So, you were lying at that time?” asked Kane. “Was I?” She smirked. “I did say you’re free to take it, but that doesn’t mean nothing will happen after that.” “But that means…” “Let’s not discuss that further, shall we? You’ve received your reward, all things considered.” Kane shrugged before opening the door. In front of him, the butler from yesterday stood upright. A cube-shaped trolley parked next to him, filled with black spare clothing. His eyes seemed to penetrate through Kane’s body as if Kane was invisible. When Sharon approached them, the butler bowed to greet her before escorting them to the bathroom. At the end of the hallway, they stepped into the said room. The walls, floors, and even the bathtub were made of marbles. Steamy hot water filled the circular tub. On the corner, a bunch of towels and bathrobes sat there. After the butler went away, Sharon removed her robe first; Kane followed. They washed each other first with a scrubber, cleaning every nook and cranny before dipping into the tub. The heat permeated his skin. It felt so good! As Kane sat facing toward her, she rested against the oblique edge. “Haa, bathing feels exhilarating, especially after a great night, don’t you think?” said Sharon, exhaling a long sigh. “Did you really enjoy it?” “Kane, we wouldn’t be doing that thrice in a row, if I didn’t.” “Huh. Here I thought that was just another night to you.” “So, you’re saying that I’m that kind of girl?” “You seemed to be experienced.” “I am, but I’m quite picky when choosing a partner. It wasn’t as if I would do it out of lust.” “I see.” “It’s a shame to admit this, but…” She looked elsewhere. “You’re the first one… to make me enjoy the act. Furthermore, I had done it to simply gain connections or accomplish… a certain goal; however, people tend to notice these sorts of things, and I never wish to be seen as a cheap woman. Thus, I’ve stopped having partners after transferring to Niflenia Academy.” She then cast a downward gaze. “I won’t blame you if you’re disappointed in me for being rotten. Men prefer pure girls, I know that.” Kane then touched her cheek, staring at her eyes. “W-what are you up to?” “Don’t sell yourself short, Sharon. A girl’s worth isn’t based on their chastity alone,” he said before returning to his previous position. “Are you sure?” “Yes. Unless you’re telling me this to pity you, then the answer is no.” “Of course not. I don’t need anyone’s pity,” Sharon curved a little smile, then sighed again. “Then again, I might’ve needed that sometimes. Thank you, I suppose.” “This side of you is pretty cute,” he said. “Why is that?” “I’m also not sure. Perhaps I like you better when you’re not putting a facade, though that doesn’t mean you should drop it altogether.” “Fufufu, I understand what you mean. I only drop my facade around people I deemed close.” “Wait, does that mean—” “I-I’m getting out first!” Sharon stood up suddenly. She then dried herself with a towel before wearing a bathrobe. Kane half-smiled. The first time he met her, Sharon came across as a heartless deceiver who lured a male for her benefits. Now? She still was but the heartless part. While she sounded sincere, there was a chance that she wasn’t. He had to keep his guard up, as always. They got dressed in her room. Due to having no spare clothes, Kane wore a white shirt and pants owned by the butler. It fit him nicely. On the other hand, Sharon was wearing a black linen dress. A casual outfit for everyday activities. That also meant this day had no school activities. When they walked down by the hallway, she halted her steps. Kane turned around and asked, “What’s wrong, Sharon?” Fiddling with her fingers, her eyes were sour and staring at the ground. “Kane, did you enjoy our company? Despite everything I’ve done?” “Apart from getting kidnapped and stripped of my freedom, I enjoyed everything, especially last night. That alone cancels all of my resentment towards you.” “I understand… I’m happy to hear that.” She smiled yet it displayed a mere emptiness. “But, you sound the opposite. Why?” “Because… we must part ways.” Suddenly, a misty black aura manifested, shrouding her body. It lasted for a while before revealing a different woman. Her limbs were dark purple, embellished with occasional black lines. The outlandish amber eyes contained grief within their beauty. Twin curved little horns grew from each side of her head. Her hair had now changed into burgundy with streaks of black strands. “You’re… a demon?” “A quarter-succubus, to be precise,” she said with an ethereal voice. “Let me introduce myself once more. I am Sharon Cidermont Aravides of House Aravides, a daughter of a half-demonic family.” He stood frozen, cow-eyed. “You must be shaken, I understand. Everyone who has seen my true appearance feared—” “So beautiful…” uttered Kane, mesmerized. She flinched, clutching her chest. “E-enough nonsense! The truth is, I offered my body to you because of a requirement to use my ability.” “Don’t tell me… it’s a hypnotizing ability? No wonder your underlings were strange!” “You catch on quick. After I perform a… special technique, I can mind-control them for some time.” Sharon’s face turned somber. “I won’t do that to you. All I want is for you to forget everything — everything that involves me and Ral.” “Because of the Black Feather, isn’t it?” She nodded. “Yes. Forgive me, Kane. I, too, enjoyed our time together, I truly do. But, this is the end.” Her pupils dilated and turned into crimson color. “Farewell.” An invisible wave emanated from her, passing through Kane. He lost his balance due to a sudden change within his brain. It persisted for a while before returning to his normal state. “…”“…” Alas, nothing happened. Both were standing still in awkward silence. Kane arched his brows. The ability seemed to not affect him? Judging from her face, she was also as confused as him. “Well?” asked Kane. “H-how…?” Her mouth trembled. “Don’t tell me, you have already done it with other girls—” “I haven’t!” He turned around and strode away. “I’ll just leave right away and pretend I’ve never heard anything.” “No! Come back!” Sharon then cast three binding black chains at him. Kane sidestepped, dodging the chains and slapping the wall. He stumbled a little before sprinting as fast as he could. Sharon then leaped forward, chasing him with ease. He tried to cast [Lesser Firebombs]; he failed. Leaving the hallway, he reached for the staircase. She cast another chain. Kane ducked before it touched him. Grabbing the railing, he vaulted it over onto the first floor. After tumbling on the floor, he fumbled toward the door. However, a familiar man leaned against the door’s frame and held one foot against the opposite, blocking the entrance. Grinning, he narrowed his eyes at Kane. “Ral! You were here all the time.” Kane stopped. “Heh, to think you’d resist her Tempting Gaze. Very good!” praised Ral. “Too bad, it’s all futile! Now, kneel before me!” A huge burst of killing intent exploded forth. His dreadful gaze akin to a sadistic torturer devising ways to inflict innumerable wounds to his victim. A man who had murdered hundreds of people with his hands. The insurmountable sins of hateful spirits befell upon the helpless observer. That’s what normal people would feel. Kane, on the other hand, took a detour to another room instead. “Hey! How can you still move!? Wait up!” He abandoned his pose and chased after Kane. Passing through the archway, Kane found himself in a dining room, judging from the long table with eight seats with a basketful of breads. On the side of the room, three tall windows were built; they were all opened, leaving enough space for a person. Naturally, he jumped over one of them and slipped through the gap. “Stop running away, Kane!” shouted Ral. Only idiots would stop and turn back. Kane dashed forward, crossing the front yard toward the gated entrance. The gate was locked. Crap. He had no choice but to climb it. The iron fence was hard to grip, slowing him down. Behind him, Ral and Sharon had already halfway caught Kane up. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to escape! “Ral, that’s enough!” commanded Sharon. Her breathing was frantic. “Huh?” Based on their lack of sounds of footsteps, they stopped chasing him. At that moment, Kane managed to mount the gate before vaulting off to outside, leaving them behind as the gate reverberated. --- “Why did you let him go? He knows our secret!” grunted Ral. Sharon returned to her human form as she walked back to the manor. “We already have the Black Feather. Whether he will leak our true identity, I will take full responsibility.” “Fine.” He placed his hands on his hips. “Where is it?” “Wait. You were staying inside the manor as I told you, weren’t you? Didn’t you hear something falling outside?” “I did, but there was nothing there! I thought it was just a rat or something,” he said. “That can’t be. Kane threw the box away from my room!” “Huh, that’s weird. I must’ve overlooked it since it was dark outside.” They both stared at each other for a moment before rushing toward the side of the house. Following the stony path, they arrived in a narrow pathway between the hedges that were covering half of the fences and the manor’s wall. They looked upward toward Sharon’s bedroom window, then downward toward the grass. “There’s… nothing here!” screamed Sharon, distressed. “I told you. Are you sure that Kane did that from there?” Ral asked again. “I saw it with my very own eyes! He said that the box was distracting him!” “Why can’t the box be found, then?” “I… I don’t know!” Sharon fell to her knees. “Just… how?” --- “Phew, that was close,” muttered Kane under his breath. Currently, he strolled at a brisk pace on the cobblestone path. Where was he now? Big manors everywhere he turned, so he had to be in a noble residential area. He wanted to ask someone, but nobody was around except occasional carriages passing by. If he couldn’t find a way out, at least that person should be around here somewhere. Then, a blue carriage ornamented with white intricate motifs approached and parked beside him, pulled by two winged horses without any driver. The door opened, revealing a grey mannequin in a Niflenia mage robe. Sitting with one leg resting on top of another, its eyes glowed blue light. On the other side of the seat, there was a box — the jade box that contained the feather, still tied together with a teleporting stone and a mana shard; their color had faded away. A large rough crystal sitting next to them was a beacon — same as the one back in the exam’s entrance, except much smaller. The mannequin rotated its head. “You have arrived at last, Kane,” it said with a male baritone voice, “Sorry to keep you waiting, Sir Reynar.”

Thinking for a while, he spoke again. “Nah. I probably shouldn’t. Not only would it attract attention, but he’s also my current father’s friend. Besides, I doubt I can with my current strength.” He thought of an alternative plan to end any remaining hostility and suspicion for once and for all. Still, it was risky. Kane decided to sleep and let the situation make his choice. His plan would depend on Bokar’s attitude. The next morning, Kane went to Bokar’s workshop again. Not many people were around in Deven because it was still quite early in the morning. He knocked on the door despite a sign that said “closed” in onish hung on the door. “Come in. I never thought you would visit me again,” a man’s voice resounded from the inside. The door was pulled open from the inside. Kane entered to see Bokar holding the knob. He wore loose yellowish-brown tribal wear. Was he fatter now than he was before? He then said, “Kane, I know you’re tense right now. Don’t worry, I swear I’ll not harm you again.” “How can I trust you on that?” Kane rubbed his chin. The oni’s words didn’t convince him, especially after he had threatened to cut his neck. “I don’t have any contracts or anything. You’re welcome to walk away, but I think you wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t trust me, right?” Kane silently nodded. Bokar then turned away and stepped toward the back of the shop. “Let’s go to my forge, shall we?” Kane walked through the door, entering the shop. Two wooden stairs were built inside the narrow room. One led upstairs, the other one to the basement. They descended slowly. In the well-lit room, Kane saw many kinds of smithing equipment and tools. They looked ordinary, and some of them were rusty. The ceiling had ventilation to keep the basement from getting too hot. The room somehow reminded him of his past self, when he had still been new to blacksmithing. While looking around, he noticed a hunk of metal on the anvil. With just a glance, he knew it’s low-quality steel. “Were you working on something?” asked Kane. He grasped the metal for a bit. Bokar shook his head. “Not yet. I won’t start smithing until you arrive. Say, why did you come here so early this morning?” “I couldn’t help it. I’m excited to become a blacksmith.” He shrugged. “Hahaha, you’re that interested?” Hearty laughter escaped from Bokar’s lips. “Well then, let’s get started right away, kiddo.” He clapped Kane’s shoulder. Bokar then introduced and explained his tools and equipment in the forge. Similar to Ezar’s lesson, Kane pretended to be ignorant of the field expertise. Next, Bokar taught him how to create a dagger. He took a tong, clutched the hunk of metal, and then heated it in the fiery fire. The burning furnace raised the room temperature, warming the air. While sitting, Kane narrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Why did you mistake me for a demon?” “I guess I must tell you. It’s a long story, so bear with me. When I was young, I had a friend. Her name was Ana. She was different from everyone in the village because she was a human and, also, a beggar. She always got picked on by others because of her timid nature, and I ended up protecting her.” Bokar curved his lips a little, almost smiling, yet his tone betrayed his expression. “So you liked her, huh?” Kane smirked. “No. No, of course not. I just believed it’s wrong to pick on the weak.” Bokar coughed before continuing. “One day, she changed drastically. She became braver and somehow able to cast spells! I asked her about it, and she said nothing about it. One day, she disappeared. Everyone was quietly happy except me. I’ve searched every nook and corner, but I couldn’t find her. I gave up when my parents became worried and angry. After many nights, she still didn’t show up and everyone, even I, started forgetting her.” “About two months into her disappearance, I woke up in the middle of the night because I felt something wasn’t right, and it was. Everything was in flames. I can still feel the heat and smell the burning woods from that night. I tried to help my parents first, but the rubble blocked my path. I barely managed to escape, then screamed for help, until I realized that the whole village was in the blazing fire. I wanted to save all of my tribesmen, but it was impossible, and thus I escaped alone to call for help.” Bokar took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling. “When I looked at the sky, I saw a man flying to the outskirts of the village with his devilish wings. I immediately knew that he was the culprit! So I followed him. After a while, he landed on the ground, and I saw him with a girl. Just with one look, I knew she was Ana, so I beckoned to her. She looked at me and recognized me.” “What happened next? Did you find her again?” asked Kane, leaning forward. “She just left after throwing fireballs at me. Later, I realized that my whole village had already disappeared, burned down. I would’ve been starving to death if I hadn’t met some demon hunters who were tracking down the demon. They then took care of me and trained me until I became one of them. I still haven’t given up on finding her, though. Your sudden change of behavior reminded me of her,” Bokar let out a bitter laugh. Kane nodded, and then he raised his eyebrow. Something didn’t add up. “Why do you stay here in Deven rather than trying to find her?” “Lately, there hasn’t been any clue to find her nor the demon, so I thought it would be better to wait than to search aimlessly. The demons became somewhat dormant. Not sure why, but it’s hindering my search.” Bokar put a hollow smile. “Dormant?” Kane rubbed his chin. He had no outside information during his stay in the Westcreek Kingdom, nor was he interested in knowing. “Yes, they’re not actively hunting humans anymore. Hah… let’s get back to making weapons again, shall we? Pay attention, Kane,” said Bokar. He gazed upon the heated steel. He retrieved the metal with tongs. It emitted a yellow-reddish color. Clenching the tongs tightly, he put the red-hot metal on the anvil and started hammering it. “Don’t cover your ears, okay? You must get used to it,” he said. Each time he banged the metal, sparks flew by, and with each strike, the metal gradually changed its shape and became thinner. Even with the deafening sound, Kane remained unfazed and somewhat bored. --- The thick ingot was now transformed into a thin blade that had the same size as a knife or dagger. The color was red-yellowish due to its high heat. “I’m finished!” said Bokar as he quenched the blade into a bucket of oil. It produced a hissing sound and smoke. The blade was slowly revealed as the oil descended. The metal was smooth and sharp. “What do you think, Kane?” Bokar grinned with pride. “Not bad I guess,” Kane replied blandly. He wanted to say something different. Bokar clicked his tongue, somewhat unsatisfied with his answer. “So you can do better, huh?” he asked jokingly. “Now try to make a blade without my help!” He sat on the chair where Kane used to sit. Without saying anything, Kane then proceeded to grab all the things that he needed. After he was done, he asked Bokar, “Say, you’re a demon expert, right?” “That’s right. I’ve dealt with many kinds of demons in my lifetime and I know their secrets, though I’m taking days off for now.” Kane then said, “Then, I need your help.” Bokar grew confused and asked, “What help?” Before he could finish the sentence, a huge flame roared in the smelter. The room became hotter than before. Bokar jumped out and shouted, “What are you doing!” He ran toward Kane to stop him. “I know what I’m doing,” said Kane calmly while pointing his forefinger at the ingot. Bokar looked at what Kane was pointing at. He noticed several thin threads appeared connecting between the finger and the ingot. “What are those? Those are not vis or even mana. Could those be the cause of the huge fire?” he muttered. Kane didn’t answer. He immediately took out the metal and placed it on the anvil with lightning-fast movement. Kane grabbed not one hammer, but two of them and wielded it with each hand. His injured arm had not recovered, yet he could still move it freely. The two hammers took turns striking the metal within the briskly paced rhythm. Occasionally, both hammers struck at the same time. The process left Bokar befuddled without a word and at the same time, he was fascinated and continued watching Kane. Bokar muttered, “He didn’t even grip the metal yet his strikes are frighteningly accurate…” He noticed the faint aura surrounding both of the hammers so he asked. “Using vis while hammering… Wouldn’t that make the steel unstable and broken?” “It would if you do it incorrectly.” Surprisingly, Kane answered. Thirty minutes later, the blade took shape. Kane stopped his action after hammering it continuously. “I’m done.” He quenched the blade in oil. When he lifted it, the blade glowed bright red for five seconds, then faded until only a dim light lingered. “That aura… a r-rank 2 weapon!” Bokar shouted. His eyes widened. He had never thought that he would’ve seen a ranked weapon that was smitten in his workshop, especially by a mere kid. “High rank 2, more exactly. Still, I was hoping for something more than that.” Kane sighed in disappointment. He knew that he needed better equipment and resources to make something better than this. His current physical strength was also lacking. “Now, I’m not sure if you’re a very, very genius prodigy at smithing, but either way, that was unbelievable!” Bokar shouted. His eyes widened as he gazed at the dagger. “Well, to be honest, I have a secret that I haven’t told you yet.” Kane smiled. He took a deep breath before revealing his true identity. Kane told Bokar about himself, his meeting with Xervatia, and his reincarnation. Bokar didn’t believe him at first but then continued to hear him without saying anything, which surprised Kane. However, Kane concealed the rank of the possessed sword. He didn’t want Bokar to be shocked even more. After finishing his story, an awkward silence ensued. Kane didn’t know what he wanted to say next. Perhaps Bokar too. Kane decided to break the ice and asked, “Do you have any questions?” Bokar took a deep breath. “So you were an ax saint and mastered blacksmith in your previous life and then after you died, you reincarnated in Kane’s body and happen to have the same name as him?” Kane nodded. Seeing this, Bokar kneaded his temples and said, “You know, I would think you are either crazy or under some hallucinatory drugs. But after seeing you in action, I somewhat believe you, at least the part about you being a master blacksmith.” “That’s a relief—” “Still!” Bokar conjured an immaterial sword from his hand. It was created using his vis. He held it against Kane’s stomach, almost touching him. “Were you, or rather, are you evil? You might not be a demon, but I can’t let an evil person roam in this village.” Kane held his hands up in the air. “Am I evil? The short answer is: no, I’m not evil. You saw me helping Gako.” “You could be pretending,” Bokar eyes narrowed. “If I was evil, I would have waited for Gako to be mauled by that bear, then killed it while he was eating the corpse. And, if I were pretending, I would’ve sneaked into your house and tried to murder you last night,” explained Kane. “True. Still, coming up with those scenarios does make you suspicious.” “Oh, please.” Kane rolled his eyes. “Living a long life can make you more logical, at least in my case. You can’t prove that I’m evil, right?” Bokar was quiet for a while, as though he was processing the information. “Hm, makes sense. How did Kane the child die?” “I know that he ate a poisonous plant, but I genuinely don’t know how this body recovered from the poison. He was deathly allergic to it.” “So, you didn’t forcefully possess him? I’ve heard some dark arts practitioners were able to transfer their souls into corpses.” “No, I didn’t. Besides, you need a ritual and some ingredients before performing such an act. And no, I don’t involve myself in dark arts. I just know the information, like you.” “Then how did you reincarnate? How did you end up with Kane’s body? And why did Xervatia let your soul go?” asked Bokar without a pause. Kane took a deep breath. He must stay calm, otherwise it would not end well. “I too asked those questions to myself. I want to find the answer. If you help me, I will help you in return.” Bokar was silent once more. He lowered the weapon and made it vanish. “Fine, I accept your plea. You may not be a person with harmful intention, but that doesn’t mean I’ll lower my guard.” Sighing in relief, Kane lowered his hands. That went well, much better than he’d expected. “That’s fine for me. Anyway, why aren’t you sad or angry that your friend’s son is dead and has been… replaced by me?” “I would if I had personally witnessed his birth. We haven’t talked for a long time either. It’s similar to hearing the news of the death of a stranger; I can’t invest any emotion into it. I do feel bad for Ezar that his son is technically gone, but that’s another story. It’s up to you whether you’ll tell him,” said Bokar. “I’ll think about it.” “Why did you tell me about this, Kane? Aren’t you afraid of revealing your secrets, especially to an acquaintance like me?” Bokar asked again. “Because I need your specialty in finding this demon Xervatia,” answered Kane. “Also, I felt that I couldn't hide my secrets from you for a long time.” “I understand. What’s her name again? Xervatia, right? I’ve never heard her, but I’ll try to find her whereabouts.” Bokar nodded. “And how would you do that?” Kane wrapped his arms around himself. “With the help from my fellow demon hunters. I promise I won’t tell anything about you.” “That’s great! I’ll write a description of her so you won’t forget.” Kane smiled. “Alright, however…” Bokar bit his lower lip. “Hm?” Bokar scratched his neck and averted his gaze. “Please teach me how to make ranked equipment without any special materials.” “Heh, I knew you we’re going to say that. I will gladly teach you. It’s a deal.” Kane offered his right hand. Both of them shook hands. After they finished talking, they proceeded to make the handle for their weapon. They used the Great Earth Bear bones for the main material. “Kane, you said you were a master blacksmith, but why haven’t I heard of you?” Bokar asked while still working on the handle. Kane raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “Really? Maybe I wasn’t famous in this region.” “Being a blacksmith for about 7 years, I’ve known a lot of blacksmiths, especially the famous ones. You’re not lying, are you?” Bokar squinted his eyes. Kane pondered for a moment then asked, “Do you know Estevan Redfist?” “Of course, I know him as well as all other blacksmiths. He is undisputed the number one blacksmith in the world! A living legend. Though I don’t idolize him, many of us do.” “Huh, that’s interesting. I’ve certainly never expected him to become that famous. Time surely passed by quickly.” “Don’t tell me that the great Estevan Redfist was your teacher…” Bokar guessed. Kane shook his head. “Nope. He was my apprentice.” Once again Bokar gaped, wide-eyed at Kane. He leaned backward, almost falling from his chair. “Th-that can’t be real, right? The teacher of the greatest blacksmith is right in front of me? You must be joking.” His hands were quivering, unable to continue his work. “Fine, I can’t prove that beyond my words, but I’m telling the truth here.” Kane shrugged. “I… I don’t know whether to believe you or not. It’s just very bizarre.” “Indeed it is.” Kane nodded. “Anyway, let’s get back to work.”

In class E, some students were seated, listening to Vauren’s introduction to a world geography lesson. The rest were either talking, sleeping, or even playing around. It was the usual. And yet, Brian was still bothered by the noise. He chose to keep quiet and record every important point in his notebook, hoping he could leave this forsaken room and study in class A instead. He had promised to make his parents proud and additionally, there was someone whom he wanted to see every day in that class. Not long after the lesson began, Brian noticed that something was off; nobody was snoring right next to him. On his left, he saw nothing but an empty seat. “Kane’s still not here yet. What’s going on there, I wonder?” he muttered. His bench mate always slept, lost his pen, and copied Brian’s homework, yet he never once arrived late to the classroom nor missed his attendance. Even Brian sometimes came to class late due to various reasons. Curious, Brian took a glance behind him at Calypso. He was closing his eyes while resting his chin on his palms. Despite seemingly not caring about the lessons, he performed very well in the class and surpassed everyone — not to mention his talent as a mage. A real genius. It felt like a miracle that Calypso, a prince, was willing to talk with Brian, a mere son of a merchant, though they were distant from each other. Reminded of his other classmate, Brian then observed Lucrais with his peripheral vision. She was mingling with other girls, either gossiping or talking something mundane. The first time he had met her compared to now was so different. After the magic tests were over, she became surrounded by her newfound friends, which made him reluctant to approach her. *Thud!* The door was slammed open and caught everyone’s attention. Kane entered the classroom without batting an eye at anyone. With a sullen face, he walked toward his seat until Vauren stopped and asked him, “You are late, Kane. This is the first time coming from you.” “The vice-headmaster summoned me. Sorry for being late.” Kane bowed his head. “I understand. You may sit now,” Vauren continued with his lesson. Kane nodded. Sitting on his bench, he stared at the window overlooking the grey wall and exhaled a heavy sigh, not saying anything. Although Kane was not exactly brimming with passion while he attended the classroom, Brian had a feeling that Kane was different from usual. And thus, he asked, “What’s the matter? You seem troubled by something.” “Not now. Give me some space for a day, will you?” requested Kane. “Sure. Just let me know when you’re ready.” Brian patted Kane’s shoulder. Staring at the boring grey wall, Kane kept thinking over and over about his conversation with Teresa back in the main hall building. --- “Give up finding that feather.” Sitting on the marble railing, Kane wrinkled his forehead. He was unsure how Teresa knew about the demon’s feather existence. She most likely overheard his conversation, so he didn’t bother asking that and instead, he asked, “Why? Is it because you’re the thief?” “I am not nor involved in that robbery.” Teresa shook her head. “However, I know the one who did it and I won’t say it.” “Wow, how very useful. Thanks a lot.” Kane rolled his eyes. “I’m telling you this because you’re a valuable student for our academy. Even if you do manage to find the demon’s feather, you will be in constant danger. Not even Reynar can save you.” Kane hopped off and took a step closer to her. He locked his gaze with hers. “Are you willing to tell me regarding this entity’s identity? How dangerous are they?” “Like I said before, it’s better for you to not learn about them. Like how the proverb goes: curiosity killed the cat.” “Hmph!” Kane threw away his face. “I’ll learn it sooner or later whether I do or don’t seek them. Your warning is pointless.” “Is that so?” Teresa arched her eyebrows before turning around. “How foolish. Well, do whatever you want, and don’t say I didn’t warn you…” She sauntered toward the hallway and disappeared after veering left at the crossroad. “What’s up with her?” Although Kane hated her guts, he acknowledged her points. Perhaps the unknown foe was truly formidable. In his current form, there was a high possibility that they could kill him outright. Then again, it did not matter. Kane could simply identify the culprit first, then decide his next best action based on the enemy and situation. That was only possible if he or Reynar could find them, though. The real question was, should he pursue the culprit or give up instead and find Xervatia without the feather? “Damn it, looks like I’ll be late for today’s class.” Although Kane despised hearing Vauren’s ramblings, he would experience guilt upon skipping classes. In the meantime, he began pondering the question over and over. --- “Kane!” “What!?” snapped Kane. When he got pulled into reality, he saw everyone staring at him. “Stand up and explain all four continents briefly,” said Vauren, pointing at the wide map of the world. Continents, huh? Those are much easier compared to Magic Theory lessons. I couldn’t even say anything. Kane stood up and cleared his throat first before speaking. “Our world, Dunai, has four continents: Marrah, Colvanza, Icanthyl, and The Untamed Land. Marrah, the center-eastern continent, is the largest among the four and has the most diverse races. Many races originated from there, such as humans, dwarves, oni, and others. More than one-third of the land is occupied by The Navendan Empire, the largest human empire in history. Colvanza, the northern continent, is the smallest, though still quite big. It’s our home continent and where elves and rubeans originated. There are many kingdoms, but the three major ones are Bel Ama, Paville, and Gaxanor. Icanthyl, the south pole, is the land of eternal ice situated in the very south of Dunai. The population is sparse due to the lack of habitable land, and there’s only one trading city named Cryfall. The Untamed Land, the western continent, is the most dangerous and wildest of them all because lots of strong hostile creatures live there. Even the weakest one there could ki-, I mean, defeat a seasoned fighter. It’s almost impossible for a civilization to thrive there, save for a few outposts.” There was one more continent — if it could be counted as such — but Kane chose to leave it out due to its extreme obscurity and remoteness. If he were to say that, he probably would have gotten weird stares and questions. “Very good. Your explanation is truly detailed, though you’re incorrect about one thing,” said Vauren. “Which one?” “The Navendan Empire has already collapsed ten years ago due to civil war. Currently, the remains of the empire are divided into four territories that are known as The Empire’s Compass: North, West, South, and East. They all belong to other forces except for the North, the loyalist faction.” “I see.” Kane nodded. He somewhat expected his history knowledge to be outdated since many years ago when he had stopped receiving any news around the world. Finished speaking, he sat down and gazed at the wall once more. He returned to his pondering until Brian pestered him, “Kane, how are you already so knowledgeable about the world? I didn’t even know that many details!” “I’ve visited those places before,” replied Kane. “Really?” “Just kidding, my father taught me about this stuff.” Once again, Kane hid the truth within his jokes. “As Kane has said previously, Rabrond, the capital of Bel Ama Kingdom, is based on Colvanza…” Vauren began continuing his tedious lesson. After all the classes had finished, Kane waited for his lunch together with Brian. Neither side initiated conversation until the two girls, Zumi and Athera, sat with them. “Hey boys, how was your day?” Zumi greeted first, leaning against the chair. “Still as usual, except Kane. He’s been kinda upset since he got summoned by the vice-headmaster,” replied Brian. “That’s new. What’s wrong, Kane? Did he scold you or something?” asked Zumi. Kane was silent for a while before saying, “I’ve been thinking…” “About what?” she asked again. Should he tell them? Kane remembered Reynar's warning, but then again, his guts told him to find the culprit as soon as possible. Thus, Kane replied, “The culprit who breached the main building.” Zumi blew through her nose. “That incident? Come on, Kane. It’s not like you lost something precious, right?” "That’s where you’re wrong, Zumi." Kane really wanted to say that, but he couldn’t for an obvious reason. “I’m still perplexed about it, though. I can’t think of anyone who could’ve done that.” “Hmm, the door was destroyed by some spell, yes? I think only teachers or class S students could’ve done that,” said Brian. Kane raised his eyebrows. He had never thought about the possibility of Class S students being the culprit. “Among class S, which one do you think has that kind of power?” “Uhh, in my opinion, they’re all equal more or less. I mean, we all haven’t seen how strong they are with our own eyes — only rumors,” answered Zumi. “You’re right. But Kane, by ‘kind of power’, did you mean dark element? At least that’s what I could tell from the mana residue. I don’t think anyone knows but their mentors and themselves,” added Brian. “Wait, you can identify them? That’s amazing! I thought only advanced mages and professors could do that!” praised Zumi. “You’re exaggerating too much. It’s just one of my useless talents since I can’t really use it in combat.” Kane arched his brows. He somewhat expected Zumi’s answer, however, Brian definitely gave some useful insights. Even he could not tell the difference, despite being able to do the same with vis. “T-there are at least… two class-S students who u-use that kind of magic,” Athera, who’d been quiet, interjected. “Go on,” said Kane, leaning forward. “Lamille… and Sharon.” “Lamille… isn’t she the one with a creepy doll? I guess she does suit her element. unlike Sharon, who’s the president of the student council. She’s virtually the opposite of darkness,” commented Zumi. “How do you know all of these, Thera?” asked Brian. “Umm, I-”“She’s a Valvaris. Those class S students are her family’s frequent customers,” interrupted Kane, not wanting to hear her avoid the question. “Most likely, they’re buying magic equipment and spell books based on their element. Am I wrong?” Athera shook her head. Blinking twice, Brian’s face became frozen. “I’m sorry? She’s a what?” “Valvaris. Do I need to spell it out for you? Or you just didn’t know her famous family.” “Hahaha…” Brian laughed wryly. “Valvaris, an ancient elven family that is acknowledged by literally every mage, including The Circle. They’ve expanded their businesses to all continents, dominating the market. And you’re telling me, Athera is a descendant of that family?” “More or less. At least, that’s what she told me,” replied Kane. Athera nodded silently. Her head drooped as her ears reddened. Brian then looked at Zumi. “Did you also know about this?” “Well, yeah. Though, I got that from that douche Prince Calypso,” she said. “Oh, that’s new,” said Kane.“If he too said that, then… Ah, I’m so sorry, Miss Athera. It’s not that I ever doubted you,” apologized Brian. “It’s okay, Brian. I actually… prefer you to not know my… family. A-and just be casual… like always,” said Athera softly, smiling a little. “Ahem!” Kane cleared his throat. “Back to the topic. According to Athera, there are two people who specialize in dark elements: Lamille and Sharon. I need to know what they were doing yesterday night without actually asking them directly.” “So basically, snooping around? For what?” asked Brian. “Yes.” Kane nodded. “I'll tell you later when we find the culprit.” “Ah, you used that excuse again. That aside, I… don’t really know many people,” said Brian.“Me neither…” added Athera. “How about you, Zumi? You’re quite active, right? You even sometimes skipped lunch with us.” “Urk…” Zumi flinched. “I could ask around my friends, but… why don’t you do it instead? You’re the one who’s given the task, not me.” “Because people tend to be more suspicious when a guy like me asks for a girl’s information.” Zumi uttered a heavy sigh before saying, “Fineee. I’ll do it.” “Thanks, Zumi.” “But! I don’t want to pry into Sharon because she’s too… influential. I could easily be in trouble.” “Alright, leave her to me,” he assured. After Kane said that, the lunch break was over. While on his way to the classroom, Kane pondered about the conversation before. “Ah, having friends isn’t so bad after all. I doubt I can solve this case alone without their help,” he said to himself, smiling. Then, his smile disappeared quickly. “But, do I need them in my fights?” “Definitely not.”

She descended the staircase with quick feet. The spell theory books in the living room were stored into the bottom of the nearest bookshelf, which was quite empty. Perplexed by her behavior, Kane decided to stay on the second floor. It was not a bad idea to eavesdrop from afar. His presence in the restricted library would raise suspicion, after all. The double doors were pushed open, accompanied by low chatter and footsteps. Kane could determine that there were two people based on the number of auras he could detect. He leaned against one of the bookshelves and closed his eyes. “Oh, you’re here as always, Liana,” said a girl with an unenthusiastic tone. Kane recognized the voice. It was Sharon, despite the vast difference in tone. He was relieved that he gave an honest answer. Liana could have introduced him to other Class’s students, which would cause more problems. “Hello, Sharon. Come to borrow another book?” There was a pause before she spoke again. “You too, Hymar?” “Of course… My desire for knowledge hasn’t been satiated since the renovation began…” A hoarse male voice spoke slowly. Sharon then spoke, “Let’s do the usual, shall we. Liana, fetch me ‘The Dovanos’s Philosophy’, please. What about you, Hymar?”. “Today I crave for a water rank 2 spell theory book… Any spell will do…” “I’ll be right back.” She scurried into the bookshelves area. Does she work as a librarian in this area? Kane wondered why Liana obeyed their orders even though they were in the same league. Aside from that, Hymar’s words piqued Kane’s interest. His words confirmed the existence of rank 2 spell theory books in this library, though he wouldn’t bother learning them yet. “Heh… she hasn’t changed at all,” said Hymar. “As the most useless class S student, it is natural for her to serve the stronger ones. We are already merciful enough to let her be,” replied Sharon. “True enough… Her only strength is memorizing this entire library’s books…” “And compliant with us too. Besides, her perfect memory is nothing if she can’t fight at all!” They laughed in unison. A moment later, Liana arrived with the books. She then placed them on the table before going upstairs while Kane took a brief peek of the two. Sharon’s appearance was the same as the last time they met whereas Hymar, he was quite unusual because he belonged to an uncommon demi-human race called Rubea. His face was an amalgamation between humans and frogs while his hair was similar to a human’s slicked-back black hair. He had a pair of big round yellow eyes with vertical pupils and blue skin complexion. His torso and limbs were nothing too unusual except for his fin-like hands. Usually, Rubeans had high compatibility with water and ice elements, which explained the reason why Hymar asked for a rank 2 water spell. Liana’s face was less bright than before. When she looked at Kane, her mouth formed a hollow smile before going elsewhere. He had an urge to chase her, but then Hymar and Sharon resumed their conversation. “Have you found a replacement for ‘that’, Sharon…?” asked Hymar. “I did. I found someone interesting recently. Perfect for that purpose. I need more time to prepare, however,” said Sharon. “Good… Does that mean I can stop searching, then? It’s so troublesome…” “You can, Hymar. I appreciate your effort to find good candidates in this school,” said Sharon. “I merely do it because I owe you in the past… I have no interest in your twisted hobby…” “That’s fine. I cannot expect everyone to have a… refined taste such as myself.” “Refined taste, my arse…” He spat. “Whatever… I shall not inquire about this matter again…” What is she planning? I hope it doesn’t involve me… Kane stopped listening to them as they returned reading their book with silence. He walked toward where Liana was. However, she was nowhere to be found, as though she disappeared into thin air. He noticed a protruding book on one of the shelves on the far end. When he pushed the odd book, the bookshelf slid left, occupying the empty spot. It revealed a hidden passage that lead to the upper floor. Kane trod the spiral stairs with caution. The bookshelf returned to the previous position after he reached certain steps, closing the exit. Kane arrived in an open space. The first thing he saw was the expansive blue sky, and then the flat concrete rooftop. As he walked forward, a gentle breeze blew against his skin. The entire campus could be seen from there, along with the city of Rabrond. On the far north was a house with a wall made entirely of glass while the rest were made of white bricks. It showed the interior clearly: a long, red couch on the corner, a set of dining furniture, and another fireplace that was connected to the same chimney as the fireplace from before. Liana was lying on the sofa, rifling through the green book. When she glanced outside, her eyes bulged as she saw Kane. She dropped the book and headed outside to approach him. Walking slowly, she shouted, “How did you find this place!?” “Your method of hiding the entrance is too common, not to mention the lack of any security measures to prevent strangers like me from entering,” replied Kane. He had seen a similar mechanism a couple of times in his life. “Nobody has ever managed to reach here aside from Reynar and my parents, so I never thought about that. Once again, I’m amazed.” Liana uttered a sigh. “Since you’re here, you must’ve looked for me, right?” Kane nodded. “I need your help.” “For what? You’ve heard their conversation. They seem to forget that their voices are loud enough to reach the library’s end.” “Perhaps to them, but not to me. I promise you that it doesn’t involve fetching books,” assured Kane. “So you’re saying that… I’m not useless?” He shook his head. “Nope.” Liana was taken aback. Her bright smile returned once again. “I… I’m really happy you said that.” Realizing something, she creased her brows. “Wait, what do you want me to do, Kane?” “First, let’s go to your, er-” Kane pointed at the transparent abode. “-whatever that building is.” “It’s my home,” said Liana. They went into the house. It was warm compared to the outside. Making himself home, Kane plopped down with his leg crossed on the couch. Meanwhile, Liana poured a glass of water for her guest and placed it gently on the table. She then sat on one of the chairs. “Ehmm… I’m sorry if my hospitality is limited. You’re the first student who has stepped into this place.” Liana blushed. “I don’t mind.” Kane leaned forward. “Let me get straight to the point: I want you to read out loud some spell theory books.” “Eh!? That’s too embarrassing!” She fidgeted. “Can’t you read them by yourself?” “I’m not a fan of reading books, frankly, and I find your voice soothing. I think I will understand better that way,” he said. Liana touched her throat “R-really? I always thought my voice was a bit weird. Wait, what will I get in return?” “I will help you when you need a book that’s too high to reach,” offered Kane. “Ohh, so it’s like a butterfly and a flower relationship? I’ll do it!” she said in high spirits. “It’s a deal, then.” “So, which books do you want? I remember every single letter of this library’s books… except for the ones on the top shelves.” Kane shook his head. “Not now. I’m afraid I must return to the lobby. I’ll come here later.” He stood up and walked toward the door. “Right, I also need some time to practice reading out loud. I’ll give you the smoothest experience you’ll ever hear!” “You don’t need to be so excited…” muttered Kane. He then realized something. “Is there an alternative way to go down? I prefer not to be seen by others. “There is, actually. Follow me, I’ll show you.” Liana gestured and walked toward the east of the house. Kane naturally followed her as he grasped his ax hidden behind his back. He must stay vigilant all the time. She opened the door to a tiny space. A mirror that was engraved full with magic runes stood lonely. Facing the mirror, Liana chanted a long phrase in an unknown language. The reflection turned into a swirling, white light. The center was merely a black dot that seemed deep. “A mirror portal, huh? Where does this lead to?” asked Kane. “To the outside of this library, more exactly, the warehouse. I usually use this mirror when I’m feeling lazy.” “Can you try going in and out?” Kane was a little suspicious of the portal. “It’s a one-way portal. Also, I don’t want to go outside yet. You should hurry up before the portal is closing,” said Liana. Kane took a deep breath and said, “Alright. I’ll trust you. Goodbye, Liana.” He extended his arm against the mirror. It then pulled him with great force. In just a blink of an eye, Kane disappeared from the library. --- Darkness enveloped Kane’s vision for a brief moment. When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by various gardening equipment. The room was cramped and dim. Grabbing the rusty door handle, he pushed it hard until it opened. He found himself in a place where colorful flowers bloomed and trees grew; it’s a garden. The large brick wall stretched from his most right to his most left. Following the paved path walk, Kane headed toward the exit from the garden. The garden was adjacent to the library, only a few steps away. However, the entrance was crowded with people. Having no interest, Kane searched for another way in. Suddenly, a familiar voice called him. “Kane! Over here!” It was Zumi, along with Athera and Brian who was carrying each of Kane’s books and theirs. He approached her and asked, “Why are there so many people?” “Before I answer that, you should answer mine first: where have you been?” she asked back. “I was in the garden, just sightseeing and strolling,” replied Kane, hiding the truth. “You took your time way too long, Kane. You almost missed the celebrities of this school!” shouted Brian. “And why should I care?” “Because they are pretty much the best young mages in this kingdom. They also very rarely come to the school since they spend their time practicing and battling,” he explained. “Here they come!” Zumi nudged Brian and Athera.

Sometime later, Kane showed up in the cage once again. The crowd chanted his name and his opponent alike. Under the watchful gazes of the audience, an inexplicable rush of excitement surged within him. He should’ve done a similar gig in his past life, save for the master-slave relationship. The rewards and fame should be appealing, though most likely not as attractive as slaying a high-ranked monster. That being said: What prize would he get if he won this tournament? Sharon nor the warden had never mentioned it. Up above, Sharon avoided his gaze this time while Ral waved at him, drinking ale or beer based on the wooden jug he held. Man, Kane was confident that she would like that kiss, only to give the opposite result. It didn’t matter, though. In front of him, the dwarf from before was stretching his limbs. Thick stubble covered his chin, looking mid-20’s despite still being young. Most of the dwarves, if not all, appeared somewhat older than they were. As the name suggested, their height was stunted, though he once saw a dwarf as tall as a short human. Probably a mixed race, but he couldn’t tell. The dwarfs sported a longer endurance and a slightly stronger strength compared to a base human. They were able to adapt to the cold climate all thanks to their long beard growth and body hair. They might be short in stature, but that didn’t make them less formidable and instead more elusive. After all, a small target was much harder to hit than a big one. Nevertheless, their chunky legs hindered them to outrun most creatures, albeit they would outpace them. “In the west corner, this dwarven man has tasted a hell of our brawl yet keeps coming back! We present you, Thamduuuuuth!” “In the east corner, our beloved half-oni has proven to us that he is not as hot-headed and simple as he seems! Will he surpass our expectations again? Here he is, Kaneeee!” The crowd cheered even louder, half deafening before they gradually turned the volume down. Observing his opponent, he noticed that Thamduth wore a bronze ring on his index finger. So, accessories were allowed. Back when he watched the dwarf fighting, he didn’t really pay attention to it. “Nice ring you got there,” praised Kane. Thamduth raised his brows as though he didn’t expect that. “Thanks a bunch. I crafted this by myself. My very first art.” Then the referee shouted, “Begin!” Both assumed a fighting stance. Kane opened with a fast jab and a reply. “What a coincidence! I’m a blacksmith too.” “Really? You’re gonna talk during our fight?” Thamduth blocked and followed up with a counter left hook. Kane caught it with his right palm. “My last two fights kinda bored me. You’re also not that strong, so…” He then landed a kick into Thamduth’s thigh. “I don’t expect much entertainment here.” “You…!” Thamduth’s face contorted. “Don’t you dare underestimate me!” He swung a big punch at Kane. It missed him. Kane sidestepped, avoiding it by a hair, then inched closer. “Thanks for being predictable.” A string of combos began. First, a blow to the gut, followed by a jaw shot, and another one with an elbow to the nose. When Thamduth tried to back away, Kane grabbed both his arms, lifting him a little. He then drove his knee into Thamduth’s body repeatedly, before releasing him. In mid-air, Kane struck him with his foot. Thamduth crashed into the cage. However, Kane hadn’t finished yet. He leaped and put one foot forward, approaching the dwarf. “I give up!” he screamed. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop Kane’s spear kick. His foot sunk into his belly, more precisely, into his liver. Thamduth’s eyes turned blank white. He collapsed in no time. “The winner is Kane!” The referee declared. That made three wins in a row. Kane went back to his cell, resting and waiting for the next match. As time passed by, Sharon hadn’t shown up yet unlike the usual, which means she was indeed angry. Wait, why did he start caring about that? Kane shook his head to get rid of her image within his mind. On one hand, spending his time here was much better than at Niflenia. Honestly, all of the boring, theoretical lessons could go away forever. He would never apply those in real life anyway. Well, except those that involve magic but still, memorizing foreign terms and complex formulas wasn’t exactly his forte. On the other hand, waiting for the next match was dull. Not much he could do in here besides exercising, eating, daydreaming, and sleeping. He began to miss the sky, the sunlight, and the school’s environment. Somehow. Although, he had experienced being trapped inside for a much longer duration in a much worse situation. This was nothing compared to that. --- Back in the morning in Niflenia Magic Academy, more precisely in class E. “Brian, do you know where Kane is?” asked Vauren. “Err…” Brian looked somewhere else, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t know, Sir. Maybe he’s sick. The last time I saw him was yesterday afternoon.” “Hm, how strange. He hasn’t shown any symptoms if my memory serves me right.” “Yeah…” agreed Brian reluctantly. The students began to bicker with each other. “Hasn’t Kane been trying to get close with Senior Sharon?”“Yeah, and apparently he was the only guy who got accepted by the Alchemy Club.”“Some jealous nobles probably kidnapped him or something, so he would never approach her forever.”“Poor guy.”“He’s biting more than he can chew.” Brian bit his lip, regretting what he said yesterday. He didn’t expect that his joke would come true. Now, he felt responsible even though he wasn’t involved at all in that. His opinion of Sharon had changed, agreeing with Kane’s. He also pondered about his last reason for being suspicious. On the other hand, Calypso was silent and trying to figure out Kane’s disappearance. He doubted that the half-oni would get easily kidnapped by ordinary people. Dismissing the baseless conspiracy, Calypso thought that Kane was finally fed up with the academic lessons and taking leave without notifying the school. Then, a female student asked Lucrais, “Hey, is it true that Kane tried to woo Senior Sharon?” “Err, he did. He even confessed to her right in front of me.” She nodded. “Wow! He’s got a pair, I’ll give him that.”“I thought he was never interested in girls!” “So, how did it go?” asked the female student again. “He got rejected.” The students became ecstatic, laughing while at the same time pitying him. Boys and girls alike proceeded to ask Lucrais questions. She regretted saying that. --- Oblivious to that event, Kane was fighting another champion. His current opponent was a male rubean. He had green skin with black motifs. Leaping from wall to wall, he tried to find an opening in Kane’s defense. “Say, you’ve been awfully quiet since you talked with Kane. What did he do?” asked Ral out of curiosity. “He kissed me,” said Sharon. “Huh?” Dumbfounded, he asked again, “You’ve been mingling with men many times before and that still bothers you?” “It is strange, I know that! But, I didn’t expect him to make the move first!” She shouted. “Besides, that forehead kiss was so… romantic.” “I don’t get it.” Ral furrowed a brow. “I don’t expect you to,” dismissed Sharon. “Whatever. You can go ahead and do anything you want. I don’t care. But! You shouldn’t forget your mission.” Sharon bit her lip. “You don’t have to remind me. I never disappoint Father, not even once.” “Good.” Ral switched his gaze to the fight. “Oh, he won again. That was quick.” “I have to visit him,” she said, concerned. “For what?” “To warn him.” --- Kane closed his eyes, trying to sleep. The previous fight wasn’t too difficult albeit tiring. His opponent kept moving around in the arena, prolonging the fight. It took some time before the rubean to go down. When he was about to fall into slumber, the siblings visited him. “Kane, I need you to tell you something important,” said Sharon. “Yeah? What is it?” replied Kane in a polite tone. “Your next opponent is going to be a rough one. You must prepare yourself accordingly.” “Finally!” Kane shouted. “Just when I’m starting to get bored!” Sharon’s cold face broke into a smile as Ral cackled, “Hahahaha! You’re a weird one, Kane. Isn’t stomping weaklings also fun in its way?” “Fun? More like, pity.” Kane spat. “You shouldn’t pity them. They deserve to be beaten for being weak,” argued Ral. Kane shrugged, giving no clear answer. Ral was most likely as stubborn as him, if not more. Therefore, Kane decided to agree to disagree. “Anyway.” Sharon cleared her throat. “Since the brawl has entered semi-final, the matchup was already decided. Your next opponent is a wandering battle monk from Marrah. She might be a girl, but you must be careful. Many of the audience’s favorite champions had lost against her." “Battle monk…” Kane let out a low noise. His eyes were muddled, recalling bitter experiences of fighting them. Sharon fixated her gaze at him, silently. She then offered a green pill. “Here, for you.” “What’s that?” “It’s a pill that makes one unconscious after ingesting it. Useful for any champion who doesn’t want to die. It’s forbidden to use that for obvious reasons, but then again, it should be fine as long as you don’t get caught.” He eyed at it, pondering. To think that Sharon went that far to keep him alive… how touching. Nonetheless, he doubted the real effect of the pill. It was somehow too good to be true. Hiding his true feelings, Kane said as he took it, “Thanks. Must’ve been hard to get it.” “Not quite. I made this one by myself back in the academy.” She winked. “Keep it somewhere safe and don’t let anyone see you swallow that.” “Of course.” Kane nodded. Ral’s smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown. “Come on, Sharon. Giving an easy way out… where’s the fun in that?” “The fun part is that he would never get the Black Feather back once he used it.” Sharon then turned toward Kane again. “Do you mind what I’ve just said?” “Not at all. I think it’s fair.” “Whatever!” Ral clicked his tongue. “Don’t you dare use that too early. At least give me some entertainment first.” “I won’t ever use it. I’m going to win anyway,” he assured. Despite his bold words, Kane reminded himself to not get too overconfident. He said that to boost his morale, as simple as that, while also appeasing Ral. “Nice! Now, that’s the words I want to hear.” Ral turned back, placing his hand on Sharon’s shoulder. “I’m done here. I’ll wait for you in the seats.” She gave a nod as he walked away. Not sure if Ral left because he was giving privacy just between Kane and her or just bored. Either way, the tension within the room had turned in a weird direction. An awkward silence ensued for a minute. “Is there… anything you want to ask?” Sharon’s voice cracked for a little when she asked that. “Could you show me that feather?” “Oh, here you go.” Sharon opened the box. The Black Feather was intact. “Anything else?” “Are you… still mad because of that kiss?” Sharon arched her brows and hid her mouth. “Mad? Err… yes! I am, in fact, mad about it! Don’t… ever do that again, okay?” “For a foxy woman, you’re bad at lying,” remarked Kane. “Hmph! And for a naive-looking boy like yourself, you like to lie constantly,” she hit back. “L-lie about what?” he fumbled in his speech. “Pretending to be weak and helpless. To be honest, I have no idea why on Dunai would you do that. Every boy and man I’ve met always does the opposite. They keep boasting their mediocre skills and wealth and making empty promises to impress me.” Sharon then chuckled. “It’s sickening yet so funny to watch.” “To my defense, normally people would panic when they get kidnapped, right? I just didn’t want to look strange in front of you.” “I suppose that’s true. That was the first time I kidnapped someone. Until now, every Champion I’ve recruited has… consented.” Sharon nodded. “In any case, I prefer your true self, Kane. It’s not weird at all. In fact, I… nevermind.” “I really appreciate that, Senior,” he thanked her. “Sharon. You can call my name directly. I don’t mind.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she swiped her hair. “Well then, Sharon. Let’s be honest with each other from now on. No more lies and tricks,” suggested Kane. “I agree.” She smiled.

In the cramped room, where Kane and Bokar were working on the kinks, a shout came from the upstairs along with footsteps. The voice was familiar and it reached their ears. “Bokar, where are you!?” Looking at the ceiling, Bokar said, “Hey, your father is here. Let’s go meet him.” “Alright,” agreed Kane. They both put down their tools on the wooden table and stood up. They went upstairs and found Ezar who was leaning against the wall. His foot lightly drummed the floor. When he saw the two, his face beamed with a joyous smile. “Ah, you both are here. What a coincidence. I was going to ask Bokar to look for you.” “Hi, Dad. Sorry for making you worried,” Kane greeted from behind Bokar. He scratched his neck and avoided his father’s eyes. “It’s okay, Kane. So, what were you two doing?” he asked. “We’re just making a weapon. Your son was helping me and he’s doing great,” said Bokar. He turned his head toward Kane and put his hand on his shoulder. “Wait, Kane is now your apprentice? Since when?” Ezar asked again, tilting his head. His eyes lit up. “Just a day ago...” Bokar bit his tongue, rubbing his nose. Standing beside him, Kane was pleased by his answer. Ezar became quiet. This somehow bothered Kane as he and Bokar looked at each other. Did he not agree with Kane became Bokar’s apprentice? “Finally…” Ezar uttered. “Finally my son has a hobby outside of his home!” he shouted, raising his fists upward. Kane stared blankly at his excited father. Apparently, Ezar had been unhappy by the fact that his son spent most of his time at home, even though he knew it couldn’t be helped. Kane understood and could relate to it as he also loved being outside rather than inside. Bokar cleared his throat and then asked, “Are you fine with this? I didn’t ask for your permission first.” “Of course! Obviously. As long as it doesn’t interfere with our other activities.” Ezar then gazed at Kane. “Anyway, why did you suddenly want to blacksmith?” “I don’t know. Because it looks cool? Also, chopping wood all day is tedious.” Kane shrugged. He tried to give an answer as a kid would have. Ezar nodded. “Fair enough.” Fifteen minutes later, Kane then bid goodbye and left the shop. He was hungry and thus decided to go home to eat the breakfast that Ezar had made. His father would catch up with Kane later after he finished talking with Bokar. In the afternoon, Kane exercised with his father. Running, lifting logs, and swinging the ax. Before doing the training, he drank the physical strength potion to push his limits even more. After the training session was over, his father didn’t teach Kane the usual ax lesson, instead, he taught Kane about trees and carpentry. The change of lesson was requested by Kane because he was rather interested in learning them. --- A year passed by in the blink of an eye. The leftover snow had melted away in the middle of spring. Kane had just left Bokar’s workshop. The building had been renovated and was much improved compared to a year ago. It was now made from bricks and mortar rather than wood. The building was the largest in Deven, making it stand out from any angle. This all had happened because Kane had been producing good quality weapons and armor. They fetched for quite a high price, and thus made both Kane and Bokar richer than before. It was uncertain whether they had become famous, though, as they had been selling their products anonymously. Then, Gako approached Kane. He had grown quite taller compared to a year ago, unlike Kane. With sparkling eyes, he then asked, “Kane, do you want to go hunting with us? Xiirag and the rest will be there too!” “Sure, but I’ll join after I helped my father,” said Kane. “Okay then! We’ll wait at the forest entrance.” He then ran toward the other direction and waved. When Kane set his foot in the backyard, he saw his father carrying a bunch of logs on his shoulder. He then split them on the chopping block. Wiping dripping sweat from his temples, Ezar raised his hatchet once more. “Let me help,” Kane offered as he touched Ezar’s hatchet. “Ah, thanks. Welcome back, Kane,” Ezar smiled. He grabbed a piece of cloth and dried his face. “You shouldn’t have to work this hard. I could give you some of my money,” said Kane. “Kane, your money is yours. I don’t have the right to take them,” replied Ezar as he entered the house. Kane shrugged when his father rejected the offer. He took a whole log with almost no effort, then lightly chopped at the bark. The log was divided into 16 small pieces. Next, he threw them beside the chopping block after cutting them into short and small pieces. Kane repeated this process while his father was talking to him. He brought two cups filled with water. “Kane, remember that tomorrow morning we must leave Deven. Don’t sleep too late,” said Ezar with a thin smile. “I know, Dad. The aptitude evaluation is coming,” replied Kane and twitched his eyebrow. “You’ve been reminding me about it since last week.” “Haha, I did that for you and for myself. I just don’t want to forget the day my beloved son becomes a true warrior.” Ezar laughed and then drank the water. The cup was empty after a second. “You’re still 36 years old, you won’t forget anything.” Kane rolled his eyes. “Say, can I ask you a question?” His tone turned solemn and halted the activity. “Hmm, what is it?” “Could you... tell me what happened to mom?” asked Kane. Not that he was obsessed about her; he was simply rather curious of her whereabouts. “I’ll tell you when you’re old enough,” Ezar replied, looking down. Kane continued splitting the log in silence. He was disappointed, but he decided to wait until his father was ready to tell him about it. After Kane finished helping his father, he, together with Gako and the rest, went hunting. The activity went well without a hitch. Later, the sky was now dark with a white full moon shining dimly. Kane sat on his bed while counting all the money he had made for a year. Pouches filled with coins were halfway flooding the room. He spilled them all onto his bed. “33,500… 33,550… and it’s 33,550 gold. It’s way too low when compared to my money back then,” Kane lamented despite the money being comparable to the entire wealth of a knight. “Hmm… I wonder whether the aptitude evaluation will be the same as before. No matter what the evaluation is, I’m definitely going to become a warrior because I’m half oni, after all.” --- “Let’s go, Kane.” Ezar was already outside, watching over Kane. “Calm down a bit, Dad. I’m still putting my shoes on,” Kane replied. He pushed his foot into the leather shoe and did the same to his other foot. Ready to set off, the father and son walked onward. The dawn star shone onto the land with its dim radiance. The stars were still twinkling despite the black sky turning orange halfway. There were several people gathered near the entrance gate. After arriving at the destination, Kane saw Gako and another kid. The kid’s name is Xiirag, a friend of Gako that used to bully Kane in the past until the half-oni beat him when he tried it for the last time. Later, he respected Kane, and they became friends. The village had a small population, so only those three were qualified. “Kane!” Gako waved his hand towards Kane. His middle-aged mother who was standing next to him didn’t notice Kane. Kane waved back without saying anything as he approached them. Because the evaluation would be conducted in a small town quite far from here, Bokar had prepared a caravan full of supplies. There were two same carriages parked, one for passengers and one for the supplies. The carriages could fit 20 people with still some space left. One of the interiors was redecorated with furniture and beds. Each of them would be pulled by two horses. It seemed quite excessive, but with Bokar’s current money, it wasn’t. The three youngsters climbed and sat on the carriage, followed by Bokar and Ezar. “You’re both coming, too?” asked Kane. “Of course. How else are we going to ensure your safety?” Ezar answered. “I also have some business with someone there.” After some goodbyes and prayers, the two drivers whipped the horses, pulling the carriages with vigor. The journey took three days and one night. Fortunately, there were no problems while on the road except for the occasional monster and beast attack. Ezar and Bokar handled them with ease. They reached the outer part of the town in the morning. From the outside, the town had two guards standing beside the wooden gate and walled with log spikes. The wheat fields and farms encircled the town. The farmers nearby only glanced at the caravan before minding their business again. “We’re almost there,” said Bokar. “Whoa, I’ve never been into a human town before. Everything looks so weird!” shouted Gako excitedly. Protruding his head through the window, he darted his head right and left. Xiirag, who was sitting beside Gako, glared at him. “Hey, your voice is too loud! Can’t you see we’re attracting humans’ attention!” “Haha, it’s alright, Xiirag. This town is friendly to our race, so there is no need to be nervous,” said Ezar. “Wh-what? I’m not nervous.” He then looked at his front. “Kane, what do you think?” “Eh, let Gako be. It’s not harmful to all of us. Just relax.” Kane leaned on the seat while looking at the roof. He didn’t mind attracting attention except when it could threaten his life. Gako grinned ear to ear as he looked at the defeated Xiirag. After the guards finished inspecting the carriage, they let them through. The group entered the town. They were greeted with an unfamiliar sight. Everything was different from Deven, from buildings to clothing. This made Gako even more excited. As a result, the carriage became the center of attention. “What is that thing?” He pointed at the figure of a man made from bronze.“It’s a statue,” replied Bokar.“I see, I see. Then, what is that scribble on that wooden plank?”“It’s a writing that says ‘Hromir’s Inn’,” he replied again with a slightly annoyed tone.“Wow, you know a lot, uncle!”“That’s because I’ve traveled a lot back when I was in my prime.” Gako then kept showering Bokar with questions while Xiirag plugged his ears and facepalmed at the same time. “Thank the Lord I didn’t answer him,” Kane sighed. He had initially wanted to answer him at first but luckily, Bokar had replied quicker. “Say, Kane. How are you feeling right now?” Ezar asked. He wrapped his hand around Kane’s shoulder. “I feel alright, I suppose.” Kane shrugged. “Do you need something to cover your head?” Kane paused for a moment. He then said, “Nah, I don’t need it. I won’t hide my identity as an oni nor a human.” “Well said.” Ezar nodded. “It’s good to be proud of who you are. Even though this town is tolerant of our kind, there will be some people who're hostile toward us, especially to a mixed race like you. So be careful, okay?” “I will, thanks for the warning,” said Kane. Xiirag listened and nodded. After traversing through blocks of buildings and cobblestone road, the group stumbled upon a spacious park. There was a large building in the center. The crowd was gathering around the closed entrance. The area was guarded with rope fences and some lightly armored guards. “Here we are. The aptitude evaluation will be conducted here,” said Ezar. He tied the horse leash to the designated pole. “The evaluation will begin shortly, so we must hurry. Follow Bokar while I go somewhere else. I’ll be back in about three hours.” He bid goodbye and then left. The three followed Bokar, going to the kiosk nearby. Thanks to his fluency in a common human language, they had no problem with signing up for the evaluation. Bokar then gave a pin to each of the three. “Here’s your item for entering the building. Now go there and give it to that guard then enter the crowd. Unfortunately, I can’t go in there, so I’ll wait here.” “But what should we do if they say something to us? We don’t understand the human language,” said Xiirag. “That’s not a problem, Kane does,” Bokar winked at the half-oni. “Wow, you’re awesome, Kane!” Gako exclaimed. Xiirag too was surprised. “Just a little bit.” Kane smiled and glared at Bokar for a moment who was whistling in the other direction.

“A test?” The rest of the students grew restless. The announcement was so unexpected, even for Kane. “Several tests, to be precise. Don’t worry, students, the tests are to measure your magic capability and your mage specialty, meaning that there are no papers involved.” Vauren switched his gaze to Calypso. “I’m sorry, Calriss. Immediately taking a test right after transferring must be too sudden for you.” “I am grateful for your concern, but I do not mind, teacher. Let us proceed to partake in the test,” he said with a smile, followed by a cheer from female students. “I’m glad to hear that.” Vauren cast a glance at everyone, then turned around. “Follow me.” --- They arrived in a wide-open field that was located in the northwest of the main building. There lay several rectangular elevated platforms made of clay, surrounded by paved floors. Their functions were mainly as an arena for sparring and sometimes events. Every freshman gathered in front of the entrance, facing Vauren and other homeroom teachers. “Welcome to the training ground. We will be conducting four tests. First, to measure your mana capacity. Second, to judge your spell proficiency. Third, to assess your combat ability. Fourth, to tailor your best role as a mage: offensive or support,” a female teacher with a circular pointy hat explained. She continued, “The score of each test will be announced next week. Please keep in mind that the score will affect your class promotion or demotion for the next semester. Any questions?” “What will happen if a student performs poorly but is already in class E?” a female student from another class asked. “They will be expelled,” she said with a gentle tone. There were no other questions asked. “That’s unnecessarily harsh. I guess that’s normal for an elite school,” remarked Kane The students became noisy. Most of them were excited to prove and brag about their skills while the rest, including Brian, were anxious that they wouldn’t be able to perform well enough. Kane belonged to neither group; he couldn’t care less about the test except for the third one. The first test was conducted in each respective class. The procedure was rather simple: A teacher called a student’s name to come forward, and then instructed them to place their hands on a tall cylinder tube. After a moment passed, the blue liquid substance rose from the bottom of the tube. The amount depended on the maximum amount of mana that they possessed. Most of the class E students’ mana were at below half of the tube, which was the required amount. As for Brian, he barely passed the test. “...Kane Foxsnove, please come forward,” called Vauren. As soon as Kane stepped onto the arena, everyone including students from another class began talking, gossiping about him. They were watching while mocking Kane at the same time. Vauren rubbed his chin, looking at the half-oni up and down. “Say, Kane Foxsnove. I’ve heard Vice Headmaster Reynar has placed great hope upon you. He told me to look after you.” “Why is that?” asked Kane. “Why, indeed? I too have no slightest clue. What achievement could he expect in a mere half-oni? Laughable. I’m not even certain that you have mana,” snarked Vauren. “You are about to find out.” Kane grasped his left hand on the tube. “I will be more than glad to be proven wrong.” He stepped back. Kane could feel his mana being probed by the tube. He was uncertain of how it works yet he knew. Slowly, the blue liquid substance began to form, rising from the bottom. “T-this can’t be happening! How can a half-oni have mana!?” Vauren flinched, his eyes bulging. As time passed, the substance kept rising. It then reached the minimum threshold, which triggered the reactions of many students. However, it did not stop there. The liquid substance rose again until it finally stopped at slightly below the middle. The people who were mocking him were silent, and the crowd became less noisy. “46… Quite a high number for a 13 years old,” said Vauren. His hand trembled as he wrote down the result. “That’s disappointing. I thought that blue liquid would spill over. I guess that’s because my mana is not refined yet?” Kane thought to himself. As he stepped down, he received unfriendly stares from everyone. Brian then wrapped his arm around Kane’s shoulder and said, “Your mana capacity is so high! How did you achieve that?” “I will tell you later,” replied Kane. He did not want to answer the question now since there were many people. “Alright.” Brian nodded and gave him some space. “You can tell me whenever you want.” “The last one to be called is Calriss Layward. Please come forward,” called Vauren. The crowd gave Calypso a path as he walked. He was emanating a noble-like prideful aura. Everyone was watching him full of curiosity. Did his appearance match his talent? They were excited to see the answer. After he placed his hands on the tube, the substance rose at a fast pace. It easily passed the minimum, then the middle, passing Kane’s. The speed slowed down from that point onward. It then stopped at the three-fourths of the tube. “75! What a talented child!” shouted Vauren. Everyone was restless and excited, especially class E. They were proud of having such a genius in this lowest class grade. Of course, not everyone had the same feeling. Some were expressing their envy toward him yet they were too afraid to confront him. When Calypso descended from the arena, his eyes met Kane’s. He flashed a smirk in his direction before being pestered by other students. What’s that supposed to mean? Kane squinted his eyes. “Man, he’s sure stealing the attention,” remarked Brian. “Are you jealous of him?” “What? Of course not. I should be the one to ask that question to you,” he said. Kane shook his head. “Rather than envy, I feel relieved that he took all the attention. I explained the reason yesterday.” After everyone finished the first test, the second test began. The students were instructed to cast their best spell on a dummy target. The teacher would judge their score based on several criteria: the quality of the magic circle, the time taken to finish the chant, and the efficiency of mana usage. Most people were using offensive spells as their best spells. Summoning spells were less common and support spells were even less so. As for Brian, he cast an unranked lightning spell, [Lesser Bolt]. It was a tiny lightning bolt that traveled at high speed. It was one of the most used spells, based on Kane’s observation. He concluded that one of the reasons why it was so common was due to high speed, which almost guaranteed it to hit the target. The drawback was, however, that its narrow point of impact made hitting small targets difficult. He knew that information from Brian himself. Kane’s turn was up. He stood on the arena and was given brief instructions from Vauren. Pointing at the target, Kane began to chant his only spell. “Unranked fire spell: [Lesser Firebomb]!” The flaming black sphere was lobbed at a slow speed. It hit the ground then bounced back to hit the dummy, resulting in a small yet loud explosion, shaking the dummy. The crowd was silent before they exploded with laughter. “Hahaha! Is that the joke spell!?”“Who in the right mind picks that as the best spell? Hahaha!”“What a clown!” Most of the class E students were laughing out loud, followed by the students from other classes. “Silence!” The chattering ceased immediately. The students, including Kane, looked toward the source. They did not expect that the person who shouted was someone that they least expected. It was Calypso. “Ahem. I’ve had enough of this bickering. Let’s not waste any more time,” he said with a calm tone. Despite that, Kane noticed that he was angry based on his shaky voice. “Thank you, Calriss, for your disciplinary action. Next is your turn,” said Vauren. While Calypso was walking onto the arena, Brian nudged Kane’s back and said, “Seems like Calriss isn’t bad after all, seeing how he defended you.” “Perhaps.” Kane wondered why Calypso hushed the crowd. The prince was the last person Kane could think of that would defend him. Had he genuinely been annoyed by the crowd? Calypso stood in the arena and began chanting. A spinning large magic circle formed on top of his palm. It spun gradually faster and faster, generating air current. Everyone nearby was affected by the wind. “Rank 1 ice spell: [Icy Spear]!” A long javelin made of ice was shot from the magic circle. In the blink of an eye, the javelin pierced the wooden dummy all the way to the other side. It matched [Lesser Bolt] in terms of speed. Before the spell went outside, Vauren managed to prevent the spell from traveling further by creating a barrier that surrounded the arena. The javelin shattered into ice pieces upon hitting the barrier. Everyone was still silent with their mouth gaping open. With an indifferent expression, Calypso turned his head toward Vauren. “What’s my score?” “I suppose I can make an exception. You have achieved the highest score available, Calriss,” he answered. “Woah!”“I can’t believe someone around my age can cast a rank 1 spell!”“Amazing!” The crowd cheered and became restless once more. They praised Calypso even more, especially the girls. “What a monster…” mumbled Brian. “How did he spin the magic circle like that, Brian?” asked Kane. “He exerted some mana into the magic circle. Then, you have to be very focused on imagining the circle to spin. It’s one of the advanced techniques that is usually used by adept mages and above,” explained Brian. “That sounds simple enough.” “In practice, it’s really hard. First, you need to be able to do the spin. I have been trying for about three years and I can barely do it. After you master that, you need to be able to focus on making the circle spin while battling the opponent. It’s like drawing two different things with both hands at the same time!” “Hm, I can do that. I mean the analogy,” said Kane. Brian raised his brows. “You’re ambidextrous, Kane? I thought you’re left-handed after all this time.” “Before I got injured, I usually did everyday tasks with my right hand. I’ve trained my left hand so that I can relax when an event like this happens.” He pointed at his right arm. The truth was, he used to wield dual weapons, so both hand coordination was required. “Wow, I didn’t realize that you’ve prepared for everything. Looks like my impressions of you are off again,” said Brian. The training dummy was removed from the arena, along with the residues from the spells earlier. Vauren stepped on the platform and spoke. “It’s time for the third test. Prepare yourselves because the next test is…” He took a deep breath before continuing. “A duel.”

Before going to sleep, Kane undid the seal, opened the spell book, and tried to comprehend the spell. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as smoothly as planned. “Hm, why is this book filled with gibberish? Did I get tricked?” Kane scratched his head. It only contained strange symbols. They were vaguely familiar but still, he had no idea what to do with the spell book. “If it’s like this then… whatever. I’ll bring it with me tomorrow and ask someone how to read this.” He threw the book away. The next morning, Kane woke up. He wore his other piece of traditional oni clothing. He hid the book underneath the tribal wear. “You’re also going with me now,” he told his trusty weapon: a peak rank 2, single-edged tomahawk. The ax head was made of high-quality steel, cast by Kane himself. A complex pattern was inscribed on each side with perfect symmetry. They resembled a large gaping bear when seen sideways. The handle was made of polished Black Bloodwood, the tree that grew near Kane’s home. When the ax was placed on the wooden floor, the red-brownish color stood out. It could slice a log in half by just dropping it casually. Mostly due to its sharpness. Kane wrapped the weapon with a thick fabric, then hid it behind his back, inside the tribal wear. Finished with the preparation, he went to the academy. Entering the hall, Kane saw plenty of people crowding the whole room. It was noisy. Somehow the temperature was the same as yesterday, neither too cold nor too hot. He knew it was because some sort of magic controlled it, which was a common thing in his previous living place before his reincarnation. Nobody noticed Kane’s arrival. The bald man from yesterday descended from upstairs. “All special test participants, please follow me and show your identity card,” he announced. “Good luck, my princess.”“Don’t embarrass our family, son.”“Let’s pray before you go.” The parents bid farewell to their children. Some of the participants didn’t have any guardians so they and Kane directly ascended the stairway. From the second floor, he saw quite a lot of people were carrying a staff or a wand. All children followed the butler through a large corridor. After a while, they arrived at an open double door and entered the room as they were instructed to by the butler. --- “Good morning, children! Niflenia Academy welcomes you!” A white-haired middle-aged man greeted them with a sonorous voice. He wore a black robe with an intricate golden stripe pattern. The Niflenia emblem was stitched on his left upper arm. Kane sat just like everyone else in this room. The ballroom which was occupied by about a thousand children had a much greater space than the main hall. A majority of them were humans, while only a handful were either beast-kin or elves, but no oni could be seen other than Kane, at least from where he was standing. “I am known as Reynar Mistfarer, the vice headmaster of Niflenia Academy.” After the introduction, Reynar carried his welcoming speech on the stage. Bored of sitting and hearing him talk, Kane took time to observe the other participants. With just one look, he could easily tell their social class, race, and their general attitude. More than half of them were high-class nobles, and the rest were either low ranking aristocrats or commoners. “...Now, I shall begin the first test. Observers, please pass the papers so everyone gets one. Don’t flip the paper yet or else there will be a punishment.” He creased his mouth on his gentle face. “Yes, vice headmaster Reynar,” the people from the back of the seats shouted in unison. All of them wore the same mage robe. “Papers?” Kane’s heart skipped a beat. A written test was the last thing on his mind. There was no time to learn any theory since Kane had arrived just a day before the briefing began. Each observer carried a stack of papers and handed them to Kane and the children who were sitting. Suddenly, one of the male observers spoke, “You there, table number 177! Get out of this room!” Everyone turned their heads toward number 177, a tall boy quivering on his seat. He put his hands in the air. “I didn’t do anything!” He stood up and shook his head. “Peeking the paper even if it’s only a little is a violation of the rules. Now leave!” The observer chanted some magic that summoned ethereal chains from his right hand. The boy ran in the direction of the door while crying. Silence descended over the room. Nobody dared to utter a sound or make a movement. “Ehem.” Reynar’s cough broke the stillness. “That is the result of disobeying. Do not be afraid, the rules are not harsh—simply the penalties are. I shall remind you all once more, but do not touch the paper yet. Ah, one more thing: I disallow any form of cheating.” He paused to take a breath, then continued, “While the papers are being distributed, allow me to explain the test. There are two papers, each of them containing fifty questions. The time limit is two hours—and whether you are finished or not—the paper must be submitted. Any questions?” Nobody had any questions. A minute later, a dark-green-haired girl shouted, “Everyone got the paper, sir!” She waved her hand toward Reynar. “Excellent job. Now, the test shall begin in 3… Nevermind, start writing.” Sounds of paper being flipped filled the theater. While everyone was immersed in solving the test, the observers were observing them. Reynar left the room through the theater’s back door. Every child moved their pen as soon as Reynar concluded his speech... except Kane, who was frozen and kept staring at the paper after he wrote his name. “Steps to conjure any unranked monster? Draw the basic fire elemental magic rune for a scroll? These seem to be just very standard questions for children but I still don’t know the answer.” He smiled wryly as he was nostalgic about not knowing something just because he forgot to study. Kane skimmed through the questions, seeking for the easier problems. The questions about alchemy problems were easily solved by him because he knew. He wrote the answers and continued looking for other less difficult questions. Two hours had passed. A dark-green-haired girl was staring at her hourglass. After the final grain dropped, she immediately shouted, “Time’s up. Submit your paper to the nearest observer! And talking is still not permitted.” Every participant gave their paper to the observers without a sound. “Out of 100 questions, I could confidently answer 45 of them, the rest were either random or left blank. Yep, I’m screwed.” Kane rubbed his eyes while thinking of a plan in case he failed. “Everyone, please look over here!” A hoarse but feminine voice was heard from the door. There, a wavy-haired ginger woman stood. Her freckles blemished the nose area, yet they were enchanting-- a part of her charm. She wore a light jade mage robe with the school emblem and a white dress underneath it. “Come with me for the second test.” She walked towards the double door. Every participant stood up and followed her. “Second test? Phew, I still have a chance! Unless it’s a written test again... or anything related to magic.” His expression brightened. Chatter and bickering noises filled the room. The participants had been talking since they left the ballroom. After traversing through several corridors, they arrived at a huge steel door. There were two men in a plain black vestment. Both of them had a scepter on their hip. They guarded the door with an empty expression. The woman who was leading Kane and the other children stopped then said, “Open the gate.” “Yes, miss Teresa.” The guards spoke in unison as they opened the gate. Passing through the gate, Kane and the group followed Teresa along the straight dirt path. Pine trees were everywhere. Kane looked behind him. The entrance was built on the city wall, which was connected with the academy building. Fresh and chilly air entered his nose as he breathed. The time was almost noon when Teresa halted her feet at the center of an open grassy area. The group imitated her action while looking around. “This place is good enough. My name is Teresa, the examiner for this phase.” She introduced herself while facing the crowd. “First, all of you will be divided into groups consisting of 3 members.” She touched her neck before speaking again, “The test is simple: collect enough mana cores. Each rank will be given a score. Petty is 3 points, lesser is 10 points, and normal or better is 50 points. A group must gather at least 100 points within six hours. Any questions?” “That’s insane! Monsters are hard to beat, and I have to kill more than 30 of them?”“I don’t want to go inside the forest!” Despite the protests, Teresa ignored them and continued her explanation. “Take a look at your identity card. There’s a series number. Now, go find the others that have the same number as you. I give you... 20 minutes.” The crowd began to ask around and checked each other’s cards. It was chaotic. Many of them were actively searching for their group, others were just patiently waiting. Kane was the latter but still asked occasionally. A lot of children commented on his horns and his outfit, be it good or bad. Kane just thanked them and kept looking for the member. After more than half of the children have gotten their members, Kane became more actively asking around. --- “H-hello... Err, what’s your serial number?” an elf said with a low voice, but there was no response from anyone. After slightly raising her slender hand a bit, she retracted it immediately and then scratched the back of her long flowing blonde hair. Although she didn't wear a dress like most of the girls who were here, her long jade-green robe was lavish enough for her to be considered someone from a rich family. Brushing the lengthy side fringe that covered her sky blue eyes, the elf strayed away from the crowd. She bowed while staring at the ground. Suddenly, the elf heard a shout. “Hey, what’s your serial number?” A boy with twin horns approached her. He seemed to be a mixed-race of oni and humans. His clothing was odd and an uncommon sight but she didn’t mind it. Is he talking to me? But nobody is behind me. --- “Can you hear me?” Kane waved his hand toward the elf. “M-me?” She pointed at herself. “That’s right. What’s your serial number?” Kane asked again. He didn’t hear her, but he understood her body language. “Ehh, it’s… 333!” She tried to shout but failed. Her face became red. “Good, we have the same number,” said Kane. “Let’s go find the last one.” The elf responded with a nod. The two, or rather Kane began to ask around. The elf looked behind while following Kane and mumbled, “Someone is alone right there.” “Where?” Kane’s hearing was sensitive due to his oni trait. There was almost no lone person after quite a while. “He can hear my voice?” The elf was surprised, then pointed to a spruce tree. A girl was leaning on a large trunk, isolated from the crowds. Her light grey tank-top was partially shaded by the tall spruce tree's shadow, revealing her tanned skin, opposite of the girls here. Her brown ponytail fluttered. “Sigh, I haven’t gotten any group and I’m getting tired of asking and being asked,” complained the girl. “I’ll just wait for them to finish. I hope I got an all-girls group. Hm?” She noticed two people coming towards her. A boy with horns and an elf girl. As they got close enough, he asked, “What’s your serial number?” “I don’t know.” The tanned girl gave a half-smile. “I see. We’ll be off, then.” Kane immediately turned around. “Wait, wait. I’m just joking, geez,” said the girl. “It’s 333.” “We’re 333 too...” said the elf meekly. The tanned girl smiled when she saw the elf. “Mn. At least there's a cute one in my team.” “C-cute?” The elf blushed and stared at the ground. “So you hate it when there’s a boy in your group?” asked Kane. As she pinched the elf’s cheek, she replied, “No, not really. I’m just more comfortable with girls. Because, you know, for girl’s talk. I bet you too feel the same but with boys, am I right?” “Eh, I don’t care whichever gender my members are as long as they’re capable.” Kane shrugged. “Hmph, whatever,” said the girl, folded her lip. A moment later, all of the participants finished forming their groups. One of the groups had only two members because of the previous incident. “That was faster than I thought. For those who have only two members, you both are welcome to join any group. However, the group you join will have to collect 20 more points.” She then pointed behind the crowds. “As you can see behind you, those are my assistants. They have the two items that you must carry during the test: an escape shard and a bag for collecting the cores. Each group must take no more than one. Use them if you’re in a pinch, but you’ll fail the test.” The groups formed a row of lines to take the shards. Five minutes later, every group had one. “When you have gathered enough mana cores, come meet me here again. A beacon will be activated after four hours of the test.” “Now, I will explain the rules. First, your team must be whole when you submit the mana cores. Second, you’re forbidden to damage our observing devices. Last but not least, do not commit murder. If you broke any of these rules, you’ll fail the test immediately on the spot. The rules may be added or changed throughout the test. Do you all understand?” “Yes!” the crowd shouted. “And for the final note, any group that has the highest point shall receive a special reward!” The crowd cheered. Many of them wanted to be number one. On the other hand, Kane was silent, pondering what Teresa had said. “This is problematic,” he muttered. Teresa spoke again after the noise died down. “Very well. I hereby commence the last special test in 3… 2… 1…” “Go!”

“Why are you here? Also, why are you covering your face?” asked Kane, confused. His former opponent was supposed to have failed the exam, yet here he was. “None of your business,” replied Calypso in a hostile tone. He got up and leaned against the wall. “Are you angry because of yesterday?” “Angry? No, I’m perfectly fine, half-blood, in spite of the second-degree burn on my stomach, two of my ribs cracked, and on top of that, my beautiful hair, ruined! It took a whole day for a bunch of healers to heal me and afterwards, my father yelled at me and decided to never talk to me again until I became a full-fledged mage! Moreover…” His eyes gradually teared up as he went on with his rant. Kane rolled his eyes, pretending to listen. He then noticed that Calypso’s voice and manner of speech had changed. His voice had become less deep and less formal. Obviously, Kane knew that it was pointless to ask him about that right now, so he put this observation back in his mind. The rambling lasted for a while. “And finally, I had no choice except to enroll in Niflenia Academy as a class E student. To make matters worse, I have to share the same room with you! This is all your fault, half-blood!” Calypso caught his breath as he finished rambling. “To be honest, it all started because you picked a fight with me. The only one you should blame is yourself,” said Kane. Calypso gritted his teeth. “Shut your mouth! If only you did not exist, I—” Kane pinched Calypso's mouth, just the same as he had done before. He stared at his light blue eyes at almost touching distance. “Listen here, prince. I don't give a damn about your life nor your problems. I do, however, understand why you're angry, so I’m willing to compromise. If you promise not to annoy me again, I will forget everything you've done to me and the two girls. I also won't annoy you either unless you start it first. Got all of that?” He released the pinch after he finished talking. “Cut that out!” Calypso wiped his mouth and stumbled back. His contorted face turned red. “Despite everything you have done, you are proposing a truce?” Kane gave a nod. “It’s for your best. Trust me, the last thing you want to do is to invoke my wrath. I won’t be as forgiving as last time.” “Are you threatening me?” “No, I’m giving you advice. Normally, I never propose something like this, but I also hate unnecessary, petty revenge. You will accept this if you are smart.” “What if I do not agree?” Calypso folded his arms. His head tilted up slightly. “Then, you’re an idiot, as simple as that. Just like any other common arrogant nobles whose pride is higher than the moon. I’m sure you’re not like that, right, prince?” The prince pondered for a while. Clicking his tongue, he said, “I will accept your proposal. For your information, I am not scared nor meek. It is simply because I am no idiot,” he said. “Good—” “However!” Calypso interrupted. “I demand appropriate compensation. You have caused me a great loss, after all.” Kane’s eyebrows twitched. He wanted to give Calypso a good beating, but he repressed that urge because he did not want to get into any unnecessary trouble. He took a deep breath before saying, “I don’t see why you would want compensation. You got accepted in the end, and your injuries are part of the risk for taking the exam.” “I failed to get the special reward because of you.” He held his nose up in the air. “The special reward, huh? Do you really need-” Kane reached into his bag and took out the rank 1 wand. “-this?” Calypso narrow-eyed at the wand with a curious look. “A wand? Are you deceiving me?” “I’m serious. This is the reward of being number one.” He extended his arm toward Calypso. “You can have this as compensation.” The prince pinched it, taking a closer look. “A rank 1 wand… Is this it? Did you not become a class S student?” Hearing his questions, Kane took pity and explained how to become a class S student along with Zumi’s and Athera’s class placement. Calypso’s face darkened. He was silent for a while before punching the wooden wall beside him. “Damn it! I suppose I overestimated the special reward and was blinded by my ambition. Why did I not realize that beforehand…” “Don’t worry, prince, yo—I mean—we are still young, so it’s fine to make mistakes. Now that you have acknowledged your mistake, make sure you learn from it,” said Kane in a condescending tone. “Oh, shut up. What are you, an old man?” Calypso rolled his eyes. “Anyway, back to my truce proposal!” Kane clapped his hands. “Have you changed your mind after knowing that? You also have received compensation.” “Hmph, very well! I accept the truce.” Calypso handed back the wand. “I have no use for this. Take this back.” Kane put the wand on his backpack. He then offered his left hand. “Now, let's begin the truce after a handshake.” He looked at Kane’s hands with a blank expression, tilting his head. “What sort of intention do you have?” “You don’t know a handshake, prince? Right, a royalty seldom initiates physical contact. This is what most people do when they agree to something—or meet someone new. Normally, we would use our right hands, but mine is broken,” explained Kane. “That means, I must shake your hand to agree with the truce?” asked Calypso. “Yes.” Calypso stared at Kane’s hand for a while. He knitted his brows and appeared to be thinking hard about something difficult. He then finally shook Kane’s hand, gripping it hard enough until his veins popped out. “Your hand is quite small… and weak,” quipped Kane, remaining unaffected by the grip. “S-silence! Do not mock my hand!” He quickly retracted his hand. “We may have a truce;however, this does not mean I have forgiven you for what you have done.” “Yeah, yeah.” Kane tugged his ear. “If you desire revenge so much, we can have a rematch anywhere and any time you like. Keep it fair and square, though.” “Tch! Whatever. Be prepared whenever you are, then, because I will become stronger than last time!” said Calypso. Kane smiled a little. The last sentence reminded him of his childhood from his past life when he had lost the first time to his former rival. He decided to reply with what his former rival told him, “Sure, I will always be ready.” After he said that, two grown men approached. They were carrying a big crate, carefully side-stepping at a brisk pace. Their sweat was dripping onto the floor throughout the hall. “My prince, where do you want to place this?” asked one of them. “Place that over there.” Calypso pointed at one of the cupboards. “Aye, prince.” When their eyes met Kane's, they froze up. “Ah! You’re that half-blood from the exam!” Kane tilted his head, staring at him full of confusion for a moment. “The exam? Ah, so you’re one of the twins. Did you receive your payment?” He remembered the conversation from when he’d been meditating in the cave. “How do you know that?” Calypso furrowed his eyebrows. “None of your business,” replied Kane with a mocking smile. “You!” He then switched his gaze toward the two men. “Stop saying useless things!” “I apologize, my prince. I couldn’t help but be surprised to see him again.” The man kneeled as his head was facing toward the floor. “I’ll forgive you this time because it doesn’t matter that the bumpkin knows our secret. That man also already knows about this. Now go. You both can’t be here too long.” He extended his arm toward the door. They nodded and carried on the task before giving a hostile look to Kane. “Using deceit and trickery, huh? Interesting.” Kane grasped his chin. “I was forced to,” grumbled Calypso. “Forced? What do you mean?” “I’ve told you already. Stop asking me questions!” Calypso yelled as he continued to put his belongings into the cupboard. Kane shrugged, then started removing his cast and his clothing in preparation to sleep. “W-what are you doing!?” Calypso averted his gaze. “Hm? I’m taking my clothes off before I go to sleep. What’s wrong with that?” answered Kane nonchalantly. “Sleeping nude!?” Do you have no shame?” he stammered. “It’s more comfortable this way. Besides, why are you so embarrassed? We’re both boys.” Kane ignored Calypso and kept undressing his clothes. “Arghh! I cannot believe this! To share a room with a shameless savage-” Calypso hurried to leave the room and slammed the door shut, “-is just the worst!” “What a sissy,” muttered Kane. He then put his tribal wear in the closet, tucked in under the blanket, and dismissed the prince from his mind. Dealing with him was out of the question since he was just a mere child. In other words, he was not worth his time and energy. Lying on the bed, he was thinking of a plan to find Xervatia. He’d been relying on Bokar’s associates to find her whereabouts, and so far nothing could be found, not even her trace. Chasing something without any clues was just a waste of time, so Kane decided to master magic first. The dawn showed itself, shining in the night sky. Birds in the tree were chirping, filling the silence. Kane opened his eyes and stretched his left arm upward. He then stared at his injured right arm deeply, introspecting. He’d been too reckless when fighting the riese, so he promised himself to not overestimate his strength again. “Zzz…” A snore interrupted Kane’s train of thought. He turned his head to the source of the sound. It was Calypso. He was sleeping on the other bed, facing the wall. “I thought you wouldn’t come back to this room. I guess you don’t have any place to stay,” muttered Kane. After taking a bath in a shared bathroom, Kane entered the dorm room once more and saw Calypso still sleeping. He approached his closet, pulled it open, and wore the uniform. It fit him perfectly. Alas, he felt uncomfortable with layered clothing, so he rarely wore one unless he was in freezing weather. Kane wore all of the pieces despite that to not make a bad impression for now. --- It was quite early in the morning, and yet the classroom was already full. The students were conversing among themselves whether in groups or as just two. The scene reminded him of some party in a noble’s house. Then, Kane also remembered an important lesson that he had learned while he had been a fledgling blacksmith. Always build connections. Knowing the right people, regardless of their age, would usually be beneficial in the long term. They would bring gifts, introducing more high-class people, and most importantly, bringing new customers. Kane couldn’t care less whether they were morally good or not as long as they respected his business. He used this technique until he had enough money and fame to support himself alone. Although Kane currently didn’t own a smithy yet, building connections early wouldn’t hurt. Despite knowing that there was a high chance of them being unfriendly due to his race, there was no cost of doing it. He approached one of the groups. They seemed to be unaware of Kane’s presence until he said, “Good morning, gentlemen. What were you discussing?” Kane put a rehearsed smile that nobody would notice was fake. “Ew! Get away from us, you tainted blood!” They distanced themselves from him and talked among them again. “I knew this would happen. Oh, well.” Kane gave up on that group and tried to join another one. He hated befriending racist people anyway. The result was more or less the same as his expectations. They either mocked or were afraid of him. He kept doing that until he realized it was pointless after the third attempt. Kane sat down on his previous seat. After a while, Brian arrived and sat beside him. “Morning, Kane. You should've told me first if you're going to school.” “Sorry, I forgot,” replied Kane blandly. “You seem to be upset. What happened?” Brian tilted his head, leaning toward the table. “Nothing.” He finally looked at Brian. “But there’s something I’m curious about you.” “Go on.” “Why are you so friendly toward me? Also, why didn’t you talk to anyone here?” asked Kane. “Oh, that.” Brian scratched the back of his head. “How should I put this… your unkempt and un-noble like appearance reminded me of my childhood playmates back in my hometown. And turns out, you’re pretty easy to talk to, unlike most of those nobles who see people based on their social status. They’re unwilling to befriend people who are below them, such as a son of a countryside merchant like myself... unless I grovel at their feet.” What Brian described was exactly Kane’s experience in dealing with nobles. He concluded that the noble stereotype was true despite different locations and times. “So, did they ask for your social status first before they allowed you to talk?” he asked again. “Yes.” He nodded. “It pissed me off. So far, there’s only one nice noble in this class.” Vauren entered the classroom and began calling names to fill the attendance. While halfway through, the door was pushed open abruptly. Everyone turned their heads to see. It was a male student. Nobody recognized him… except for Kane. “And who you might be?” asked Vauren. “I apologize for being late. My name is Calriss Layward. I had some… difficulty finding this classroom.” He bowed. Kane knitted his brows. The boy was clearly Calypso, the prince of this kingdom, yet he stated an entirely different name. An alias, perhaps, but for what? Everyone should've recognized him already. At the very least, anyone who failed the test due to his trickery should've, yet that didn’t seem to be the case. He could only think of one reason: those people who got tricked ended up not applying to Niflenia again. “Ah, so you’re the new student. I heard it from Sir Reynar. Please sit anywhere you like. Don’t hesitate to ask anything.” “Of course,” he gave a slight nod. As Calypso strode between the tables, the girls were whispering among themselves. They were praising, complimenting his appearance and stealing playful glances. When he responded to them with a gentle smile, they blushed and let out girly noises. “Wow, he’s sure popular.” Brian bit his lip. “Wait until they know his family background.” “Family background? Do you know each other?” As he asked the question, Calypso’s eyes met Kane’s. The prince was frozen in place, visibly confused but quickly readjusted his expression and posture. He sat on the empty seat on the back. “He's my roommate. A son of an important noble figure that I don’t care to remember,” said Kane. “No wonder. I bet that guy must be very arrogant and bossy,” pitied Brian. “Eh, he's annoying but I can handle it. For now.” *Thud!* Vauren slammed the teacher’s table. All of the students immediately ceased their bickering. “All of you, I have an important announcement.” “There will be a test today.”

“Nice jump!”“Do that again!”“Don’t lose, Kane!” The crowd was riled up from his actions. Some of them even applauded, cheering for him. The students from another class too joined them. It was a sharp contrast from before. The jeers had turned into cheers. “I overdid it again…” Kane was disappointed in himself. The plan had been to experiment on [Lesser Firebomb] without being too flashy. He had been in life-threatening situations so many times that his body was unconsciously trying to survive. Nonetheless, he was satisfied with the results and had learned new tricks, though his barrier got damaged by his spell. “Why… Why can’t you just lose? I need to leave this class E or otherwise…” Tears formed in the corner of her eyes. She started chanting again, “Rank 1 fire spell, [Fireball]!” A magic formation larger than before appeared above her head. In fact, it was the largest Kane had seen in his post-reincarnation. A bright light flashed for an instant, then a massive fiery ball descended toward Kane’s position. Upon crashing, the [Fireball] turned the ground into a field of fire. The half-oni immediately leaped to his left while chanting, barely dodging the blast radius. He was immediately greeted with a barrage of [Flame Wisp]. He cast the previously chanted [Lesser Firebomb] and threw it at the closest wisp. They collided, triggering the early combustion of the wisps. The remaining ones were easily evaded by Kane. “How did that hit the wisp!?” shouted Lucrais. Kane did not answer as his mouth was chanting another [Lesses Firebomb] spell. Hitting an erratic, yet slow-moving projectile was trivial for Kane. He threw it similar to his previous throw except with a different grip. In response, Lucrais cast [Earth Spike] in front of her and Kane. Caught off guard by the sudden [Earth Spike], it stabbed his barrier after the [Lesser Firebomb] was thrown. Lucrais stood still, her eyes following the ball. The [Lesser Firebomb] was traveling in a straight line then passed the [Earth Spike]. Suddenly, it curved inward. It turned toward Lucrais and bumped against the barrier, causing an explosion. “Did… did that [Lesser Firebomb] just curve!?” dne of the students remarked. “I think so… otherwise, it would hit the spike, right?”“But, how?” They proceeded to discuss among themselves. The reason why Kane knew how to throw a curveball was because he had mastered ax-throwing, and he had simply applied the skill to throw the ball. They had different techniques, yet the principle behind them was the same. This was the reason behind his deadly accuracy. Kane checked his barrier state. It was dim, almost disappearing due to the damage it had sustained. He turned his gaze toward Lucrais. Her barrier was roughly in the same state. If either one suffered another spell, their barrier would perish. “Seems like we’re near the end,” said Kane. “So it seems.” Lucrais nodded, her sweat rolling down from her temples. Her mana should have depleted substantially based on his observation. But the same applied to him. Kane had been hiding his headache behind his nonchalant expression. His mana was adequate for one more [Lesser Firebomb]. They were facing each other silently. No other actions were performed other than observing their opponent. The crowd gradually became more silent as time passed by, while Vauren kept observing and taking notes. Lucrais raised her hand skyward, slightly tilted toward Kane. She then chanted, “Unranked fire spell, [Burning Pellets] times three!” Three medium-sized magic circles appeared on her hand. Each of them shot five tiny flaming balls toward the sky, meaning fifteen of them were launched. After reaching a certain height, they descended toward the ground as though it was raining fire. “I prefer [Flame Wisp] over this, but since your barrier is low, I bet just one hit of them can break it! It’s over, Kane!” she laughed. Kane tried to evade the raining pellets’ hit radius, but Lucrais had cast [Blazing Fence] all around him. The situation was similar except there was no escape path. Looking skyward, his face was calm. He grasped the enchanted ring and then pulled it off from his finger. The barrier immediately dispelled. “What are you doing? That’s dangerous!” questioned Vauren. “Don’t worry and relax,” said Kane as he danced around the rain fire. Every one of them missed Kane. When they were about to hit him, he simply moved out of the way. After it settled down, he put on the ring again. Gritting her teeth, Lucrais complained, “How in the world did you manage to dodge that!?” She looked at Vauren. “Teacher! Isn’t that against the rules!?” Vauren stroke his chin. “Hmm, I didn’t state that one cannot remove the ring, though. I suppose I will allow this for now.” “Ugh, why didn’t you tell us that before...” She turned her head back toward Kane and said, “No matter. I will use all of my mana to finish you off! Rank 1 fire spell: [Fireball]!” After she finished casting the spell, she fell on her knees. The spell was shot directly toward Kane. The spell was approaching him fast. He sensed an imminent danger as it would severely injure him whether he had the barrier or not. No space left to dodge this time, nor jump to escape. Even if he crossed the flame wall and lost the duel, he could still be heavily injured by the spell. There was only one way left to deal with this situation. Kane used his very last remaining mana to cast his trusty spell. “Unranked fire spell: [Lesser Firebomb], full power!” Kane poured all of his mana into the spell. He did not know how exactly to do it and instead relied on his intuition. Once more, he threw it with all of his might. His white palm turned red from throwing many burning hot [Lesser Firebomb]. The [Lesser Firebomb] was twice as large as before, though it was still much smaller than [Fireball]. Both of the spells were approaching each other. In just a blink of an eye, they clashed. A big, loud explosion occurred in the middle of the arena. It was the brightest and loudest yet. Despite the blinding light, people could not take their eyes off the spectacle. Would the [Fireball] go through? Or would it be impeded by a mere [Lesser Firebomb]? Those were the questions that the crowd wanted to know. They were about to find out in just a moment. Behind the smoke curtain, a faint light could be seen. It was the [Fireball]. The spell had considerably shrunk in size yet it kept moving toward Kane. I guess this is it. Kane accepted his fate. He had no energy left to stand up straight. However, the [Fireball] began to slow down. It became slower as it was closer to Kane. Right in front of him, it stopped. The spell combusted prematurely, dealing no damage to his barrier. He sighed in relief before collapsing. As his consciousness ebbing away, he could hear Vauren’s faint voice declaring the result of the duel, but unfortunately, he fainted too early to know. --- Kane slowly opened his eyes. Before fully allowing his eyes to see, he winced due to the bright light. He raised his torso and cast his gaze all over his surroundings. A row of white beds was arranged neatly. Some of the beds were taken by sleeping people. The sunlight from a small window on the left wall beamed onto his bed. As he breathed, Kane caught a whiff of medicine and herbs from the room. A middle-aged woman was sitting on the marble desk in the right corner. She was clad in a pure white mage robe with a golden cross pattern on her sleeves. She was busy humming, writing on some paper. Even when Kane got up and walked toward the entrance, she did not notice his presence. It was until he stood in front of her. Looking at Kane, the woman ceased her activities and her rosy lips creased, forming a smile. “You’re awake. How are you feeling? By the way, I’m Maria, the nurse of this infirmary,” she asked with an unusually high pitch voice. She then tied her unkempt long blonde hair with a band. “A little light-headed. Overall, I’m fine,” replied Kane. She nodded. “Good, good. You recover quicker than I thought. Usually, other people would’ve spent an entire day before they woke up. Meanwhile, you only spent half a day!” “Huh, I wonder why?” Kane could guess why he recovered quickly. It was due to his level 10 talent. “Anyway, could you tell me… how I got here?” “Right, of course, you want to know that. As far as I know, Vauren ordered a couple of students to carry you into this room, the infirmary. They seem to care about you… which is the last thing I expected from kids today.” Her voice was low toward the end. “I see. Do you know the result of the duel?” asked Kane once more. “I have no clue about the duel, tests, and whatnot. I’m here all the time and your friends tell me nothing. You should ask Vauren in his office. He’s been waiting for you.” “I take my leave, then. Thank you for looking after me.” He bowed. “What a polite young man, you just caught me off guard with that deceiving appearance of yours! Wait here, I forgot to give you something that will make you better.” Her hands reached the cabinet and took a small vessel containing clear blue liquid. She offered it to Kane. “Drink this.” “A mana potion?” He grabbed the potion, identifying it. More precisely, it was a lesser quality potion, the lowest grade. “That’s right. Fully recovering your mana for kids like you usually take two or three days. It would just take a day if you drink that. Also, you should drink this too.” Maria placed another potion on the table. The color was red as blood. “This is a recovery potion. It will make your injury heal faster.” Kane pondered about what she said. He did realize that his mana seems to be running out too quickly. Had he not rested enough since the entrance exam finished? After drinking both of the insipid potions, Maria gave him a brief direction toward the Vauren’s private office. Following Maria’s direction, he finally arrived at the office. He pushed open the door to find Vauren who was stamping a paper from a pile one by one. “Kane Foxsnove. I have been waiting for you. Come closer,” he gestured. “Is the test still ongoing?” asked Kane as he approached the teacher. “No, all of the students were dismissed from further lessons because the test is over,” replied Vauren. “Regarding your duel with Lucrais, the result was…” He paused for a moment before continuing. “...a draw. Both of you collapsed at the same time, and though Lucrais did not faint, she could not continue to fight.” “So, I won’t be expelled, then?” Upon hearing the question, Vauren’s eyes bulged out before bursting into laughter. “Hahahaha! The matters about promotion, demotion, and expulsion were just a ruse for you, students, to become motivated while taking the test. Besides, who in the right mind would expel you after seeing your duel? I have recommended for you to become a class S candidate, along with two others from class E. Rejoice, Kane! You have exceeded my expectations.” Kane could guess the two students: Calypso and Lucrais. They had the best combat prowess among the people he had seen, unless there was another better person who he had not seen yet. However, he was confused about what Vauren said, so he asked, “But you said the class promotion is a lie. Why is there a class S promotion then?” “Because we believe there are talented students in every class. The class S exists to nurture them and unleash their potential, while class A, B, C, etc, are restricted for academic achievement, not their capability in magic,” he explained. “Then, why didn’t you say anything about class S candidacy?” “I intentionally did not. The secrecy is important to minimize cheating while the test is conducted. ” He asked again, “Isn’t the judgment a little too hasty?” “Not at all. This is how regular class students become class S students. In case they fail, another candidate from first year to fourth year students will be chosen once more the next year. Also, they can repeat the trial. Regardless, all of the teachers have decided on their candidates. The exam will begin six months from now. That being said, it depends on you whether you want to enter or not.” “We’ll see about that.” Kane grinned. “What about the fourth test? I haven’t taken that yet.” “After watching your battle against Lucrais Habborleigh, I don’t think it’s necessary to take it. It’s crystal clear where your talent lies on.” “I guess that’s true,” said Kane. He also didn’t want to waste time taking more tests. “On to the next matter. Sir Reynar has sent me a message to inform him regarding your performance in the tests. He was quite pleased and is waiting for your presence after we are finished.” “What does he want?” “I am afraid I do not know the answer. He wanted to discuss it directly with you.”

A group of three young boys was approaching. The one in front was a silver-haired boy. His chin was stuck up in the air, viewing down below with his ocean blue eyes. If not for the tailored dark blue suit and tie and the lack of two mounds, Kane would’ve mistaken him as a girl… although noticing his red lips made Kane think twice. Zumi was gazing at him while Athera was trembling and averting her face. The other two wore plain grey shirts. Their faces were even similar. Twins, perhaps. They put a stern face. “Congratulations, half-blood. Not only have you triumphed over the riese, but you also did it solo. Quite an accomplishment, I must say,” said the silver-haired boy, applauded lightly. Contrary to what Kane had expected, his voice was rather ordinary for his gender. “Hmph. You have my thanks, sissy boy,” spat Kane, glaring at him. “And who the hell are you?” “Watch your tongue, half-blood!” one of the twins barked. The silver-haired boy raised his hand to refrain the twin from talking. His eyes narrowed for a moment then became relaxed again. “Stand down, perhaps you do not know me yet. I am Calypso Ralfter, the third son of King Seran Ralfter.” “Ah, y-you’re this kingdom’s prince!” Zumi shouted, pointing at Calypso. “I’ve never seen you in such close distance.” “Indeed. I’ve been reluctant to show myself in public.” He nodded, smiling. “In fact, you should be honored. And for this occasion, you don’t have to genuflect.” “I too am honored, sissy prince.” Kane stood up and walked toward where the riese was. Taking the normal mana core into his pocket, he said, “But I know your intention and we will give you nothing,” he said. “Kane!” Zumi shouted in a whisper. “Oh?” Calypso clenched his fists. “I indeed desire your mana cores, but of course, I will give the appropriate compensation. Say, how about 5,000 gold?” “That money can even buy my house!” Zumi remarked. “You don’t seem to have that amount of money currently,” said Kane, eyeing the prince group. He noticed there were many blood-stained pouches carried by the twins. Calypso scratched his nose and curved his mouth upward. “Rest assured. I’ll send it tomorrow to your home.” “Pfft! Nice try.” Kane snickered and turned away from the prince. “Let’s get out of here. He’s not worth even talking to,” he told his teammates. Calypso gritted his teeth. His face contorted, ruining the charm. He took a deep breath and chanted a spell. A wide ice wall formed behind Kane’s group. “A rank 1 spell!” Zumi gasped. “And he cast it casually…” “Do you think you can simply walk away after you mocked me and refused my offer? I’m afraid I must force my hands and ‘borrow’ that mana core.” He then snapped his fingers. “Go attack them.” “Aye, my prince,” the twin replied in unison. As they chanted, two direwolves appeared from each of the magic circles. The summoned beasts had a slightly larger build than normal wolves. “Before attacking us, you should take care of those.” Kane pointed forward, their behind to be more precise. The prince group turned their head. Many kinds of unranked monsters charged toward them. Their mouth was dripping with red fluid and innards hanging on their sharp canine teeth. They were addicted to human flesh, like most of the low-ranked monsters usually were. “Tch!” Calypso clicked his tongue. “Go exterminate those monsters!” He then turned back again where Kane’s group was. However, they’re already gone. They had escaped by going around the edge of the wall. “Damn it! You’ll regret this, tainted one!” he yelled at the sky. --- The trio ran toward the rocky mountains, running on the natural dirt path in this pine forest. Kane had a bright smile on his face while the other two were… not so bright. Had they really offended a real prince, a direct descendant of the king? And why were they heading to the mountains? They wondered what was going on in Kane’s mind. “I know he’s a jerk, but I think you shouldn’t be that hostile to him. What if the royal guards hunt you down later?” asked Zumi. “It can’t be helped, Zumi, because I despise any haughty person like him, no matter who they are. Also, the guards won’t do something like that,” he replied. “How can you be so sure?” she asked again. “They have something better to do rather than beating up a kid like me,” he chuckled. “Still, If I were you, I would’ve taken the offer, searched for other cores, and given the 5,000 gold to my family.” “You’d give them nothing because he was lying about that money,” said Kane. Zumi raised her eyebrow. “Really? For a prince, that amount of money is like weekly pocket money.” “That’s true, but he wouldn’t have taken this special test then,” said Kane. “Ah, you’re right.” Zumi switched her stare to Athera. “Are you tired yet, Thera?” “I-I’m fine!” she replied yet her face was pale. Her breathing was starting to become irregular. Every breath she took was hot in her lungs. “Yeah, let’s take a break. The prince should still be fighting the monsters, and we’re far from them,” said Zumi. “I also need to rest quickly. There’s a large cave over there. I think it’s the riese’s home.” A black spot on the rocky mountain entered Kane’s vision. The previous fight had drained much of his energy, and he must be prepared for when the prince group came after them. They stopped running and rested for a while. They stepped into the gaping hole and were greeted by a chilly breeze. Cave formations had formed around the entrance, so it was quite tricky to tread. The further into the cave, the darker it became. Fortunately, Athera knew a fire-element spell called [Floating Ember] which illuminated the path and followed the caster. It was much better than a torch. When descending, they found several carcasses belonging to animals and monsters, took the free mana cores, and moved on. When they saw a lake that filled the bottom of the cave, they stopped walking and rested in the middle of the cave passage. Now, they were leaning against the damp sediment wall to catch their breath. Time for a respite in this stygian hole. A drizzle began, followed by a downpour of tiny droplets. The rainwater from outside flowed into the cave, similar to a tiny river. Kane’s usable hand blocked the stream, filling his palm with cold water. He lifted his hand and drank it quickly. Zumi and Athera too mimicked him after hesitating. At this moment, Kane inquired, “How many points do we have, Athera?” The elf had spilled all the contents within the pouch and almost finished counting it. “We got… 26 petty cores a-and one normal core, which means…” She moved her fingers, doing a multiplication. “128 points.” “Wow, that was very quick. I can’t do math without writing down the numbers,” gaped Zumi. She had always disliked math since childhood. “Thanks…” Athera whispered. “Anyway, we have enough points to pass the test. Let’s go to the beacon once the rain stops,” said Kane. After taking a glance at the cave entrance, he shut his eyes close. The two girls nodded at the same time. “Um, Kane?” Zumi called suddenly. “What is it?” he replied while still closing his eyes. Zumi creased her forehead. She paused for a moment before saying, “Back then, how did you know that the riese would scream?” “I didn’t, but when I saw his gaping mouth, my instinct told me to cover my ears,” answered Kane. “Instinct, huh?” Zumi uttered a sigh. “If only your instinct kicked in earlier and warned them, they would’ve still been alive,” she said in a cold tone. Hearing this, Athera bit her lower lip. Kane opened his eyes, fixed his gaze at Zumi. “Look, you should forget about them as quickly as possible. They were just strangers and had no connection to your life whatsoever.” “They’re also people, you know! And had the same age as us…” Her eyes welled up. “Yet you don’t feel anything toward them.” “I…” Kane stuttered. “It’s not that I couldn’t feel emotions. I still do, but to be frank I’ve… seen scenes like that a lot of times, so I’m used to blood and deaths,” he explained. His eyes muddled, recalling his buried past. “When have you seen murdered people before?” asked Zumi. Her voice turned down considerably. “When I was nine years old. Don’t ask anything further.” Kane glared. A sudden eerie chill ran coursing through Zumi’s skin. She became silent. “It-it must be… difficult for you,” said Athera. Kane’s eyes fluttered. “Of course, but I’ve overcome it.” He then clapped his thigh, changing the topic, “Anyway, what’s the secret to feeling mana and casting a spell?” “Based on what my teacher said, you must close your eyes and imagine blue light gathered to your mind. Then repeat the process until you’ve heard a small bang,” explained Zumi with a flat tone. She still had mixed feelings for Kane. “That’s it?” asked him. The method was similar to training vis. The difference was he must imagine expanding energy within the body, and there was no bang. “Yes. It will take a very long time so you must be patient…” In the middle of the explanation, Zumi realized that Kane sat cross-legged and had already begun meditating. She heaved a long sigh and moved her bum forward so she could lie on the cave floor. “Haah… I miss home already. Don’t you think so too, Thera?” Athera wrinkled her nose a little and curled in a fetal position. “I… I actually hate it. I hate my home.” “Really? Living in a forest should be awesome—” Zumi halted her sentence and realized something. “Wait, you’re an elfgrant from Rabrond. Sorry about that,” she said. “It’s fine,” Athera gestured. “So, why’d you hate your home? Have you been arguing with your parents?” Zumi sat up, leaning forward. “No… I think, err, my family hates me.” The elf twirled her silky hair. “Eh? What did they hate about you?” Zumi tilted her head. Athera paused for a moment. “L-let does not talk about it. I don’t think… you’ll understand.” She folded her lip and avoided Zumi’s eyes. “I guess I can’t force you,” said Zumi. “You know, about two years ago, I ran away from home.” Athera stopped looking down. “Why did you run?” “Because I couldn’t stand living with my father. A jobless drunkard who kept wasting his days with either drinking or sleeping,” said Zumi. Her face began to convulse. “I even had to beg for money from strangers.” “I’m sorry… for that,” said Athera. “Well, those days are over so don’t worry.” Zumi chuckled yet her smile was forced. Something bothered the elf’s mind so she asked, “What about your mother?” “My mother?” Zumi sneered. “I’ve never seen her. After she gave birth to me, she threw me away in the alley. That’s when my “father” found me. Looking back at his personality, not sure how I am still alive,” she cracked a smile yet gloom took over her expression. “Then, your father raised you, right? He’s still your father so why…” “I did know about that. But, after I found out he had other intentions—other than becoming his source of income—I ran away.” “His other… intentions?” asked Athera. Before she knew it, the elf had forgotten her shyness. “He wanted to sell me to a slaver,” said Zumi without hesitation. She punched the ground hard, not caring about the pain afterward. Athera arched her eyebrows and covered her mouth. “So, I ran. Didn’t bring any food, money, or whatever to survive. I just ran to nowhere until I couldn’t anymore.” “What happened next?” the elf asked, leaning toward Zumi. “I met a nice lady who happened to walk around the street at night. She offered her hand and took me to her orphanage,” Zumi put a smile on her dark expression. “Later, I met a bunch of kids in there and became close. I then realized, they’ve become my family.” “You must be really lucky.” Athera put the same expression. “Yeah.” Zumi nodded. “I never ever regret my decision and I won’t go back to that damn place.” “Maybe I… should run away too,” suggested Athera. “No, don’t do that, Thera. I know you came from a very rich family. Just be grateful for what you have currently.” Zumi narrowed her eyebrows. “T-that’s true… I’m sorry, Zumi. I’m really weak and spoiled…” muttered the elf. She buried her face beneath her thighs. “That’s not true. You never complained and gave us your best,” said Zumi. Athera became quiet so Zumi stopped talking, observed the outside, and said, “Ah, the rain stopped.” Her eyes darted to the boy in a cross-legged position. “Kane, wake up! Let’s leave this cave.” She then shook his body. Alas, Kane showed no response. Clicking her tongue, Zumi then said, “He’s in that state already… I needed three days before I could achieve the tranquil state. Does he really have level 3 talent?” “Someone’s coming!” said Athera, squinting at the cave entrance. She immediately took a prone position. Zumi followed Athera’s action and asked, “Who?” “I-it’s the prince!”

“How do I know, you ask?” Leonard laughed. “Any capable mage can see through the Shapeshifting Potion, and your transformation doesn’t change the calluses on your hand.” “…I didn’t think you’d figure that out quickly,” said Kane. Masquerading wasn’t his virtue, so his cover would be blown sooner or later... “I’ll ask you again. Why are you here? Did Vice Headmaster Reynar order you?” “I’m training for the upcoming Class S exam.” Leonard looked to the front, half smiling. “You’re special, aren’t you? Pity.” “Why?” “The burden of expectations from above us and one slightest mistake could cost you their trust. I know the feeling very well. Too well, in fact.” “I don’t care about that. I can manage myself even if everyone leaves me behind.” He shrugged. “Ah, is that so? How carefree.” Later, Hymar and Lamille returned from their given mission. Upon seeing Kane, they both asked, “Who’s that?” “Please welcome our newest member, Kane! He’s a wandering mage from Rabrond like us.” “Nice to meet you,” greeted Kane. However, the introduction was received with nothing but cold stares. They sure didn’t look too happy. Due to their silence, Leonard introduced their names to Kane by himself. “Is he the only one?” asked Lamille. “Yes.” Leonard nodded. “He requested it.” “For what reason are you… obeying a stranger?” asked Hymar. “Because I can say with utter certainty that he is stronger than me!” “!” Wide-eyed, the two were speechless. Kane thought he needed to prove himself, but they seemed to take Leonard’s words without hesitation. “If Leader says so, then I will approve.” Lamille then glared at Kane. “Doesn’t mean I trust you completely, especially for a guy who’s drinking Shapeshifting Potion. You must’ve something to hide.” “I simply don’t want to stand out,” said Kane. “Kane, is it? What is your… specialty?” asked Hymar. He calmed down quicker than the girl. “I’m a battlemage. I fight on the frontlines using melee weapons.” Kane then took out two of his weapons from his cloak and revealed them to the Class S. “Are those stone axes?” uttered Leonard. Kane nodded. Both of the axes were basically a large piece of sharpened dark rock tied together with a stick. “What the!? Lamille cringed upon seeing them. “Do you think this competition is a joke?” “Those axes are not ordinary. Ignasian Rock, I assume? A special mineral that when filled with mana… its temperature will rise. The branches and the vines… are also enchanted with strong magic.” “You’re completely correct,” affirmed Kane. “In the end, they’re still stone axes. Steel is much better, am I right, Leader?” “That’s right, Lamille. But, I think Kane has his reason to use them.” Leonard nodded and proceeded to explain the properties of steel. Well, it wasn’t like he had a choice when picking a weapon. Kane remembered the time when Maur forced him to use these axes. --- Two days ago. Amid the journey to Riehl Mountain, Kane was traveling together with Maur by Reynar’s coach. A sudden realization hit him: He had no weapon! “Hey, can we stop by at a weapon shop? I need an ax,” said Kane. “Nope! You need to stop relying too much on that and improve your ability to use magic first,” denied Maur. “Oh, please. Magic swordsmen rely on both, right? I’m like them too.” “No.” Kane then gave up. Aged people such as Maur and him were usually stubborn, so trying to change their minds would be futile. “After some consideration, I will allow you to use axes,” said Maur. “Really!?” Kane jumped out of his seat. “You’re serious, right? What kind of axes will they be? “Calm down, boy! You’re behaving like a child.” Kane stiffened before sitting down. “Sorry. I really miss wielding an ax. It’s been too long.” He rubbed his nose. “We’ll visit someplace nearby.” As soon as Maur said that, the coach took a sharp turn downward. They landed on a rocky black mound, devoid of organic beings. The ground was warm despite the cold air. Perhaps it was due to the nearby lava river that flowed from the crater that was producing smoke. Below the hill was a lush pine forest, covering a large portion of the land. If his memory served him right, the place was located at the border of the native elven territory and around the middle of the Colvanza continent. In the distance, dozens of balls of goo dragged themselves on the surface. They’re subspecies of slime that normally live in volcanic areas and absorb molten rocks for nutrition, causing them to gain resistance to fire. Sometimes, they turned into a ball of flame after crossing rivers of lava most of the time. However, those monsters weren’t his concern, but rather, at Maur who was collecting a couple of rocks, sticks, and vines with his [Mage Hands] from the crater and the forest. He then dumped them all in front of Kane. “Create your own ax with these,” instructed Maur. Was he serious? Judging from his tone, he was. Kane wanted to protest, but he quelled his frustration instead and crafted axes using these materials at the nearby tree. Several hours later, four sharpened stone axes were made. They had roughly the same proportion of a one-handed ax. He preferred two-handed weapons, but he chose them for the sake of convenience. He held one of them, feeling the weight. Ah, it had been a while. “You look like a caveman now!” Maur cackled. His laughter echoed as if several people were laughing. Kane twitched his brows. “Laugh all you want, but to me—” He grabbed a fistful of dried leaves nearby and flung them skyward. As they fell gently, Kane swung his ax many times. The leaves continued falling as if nothing happened. When they touched the ground, they were split up into pieces — every, single, one of them. “No axes are bad in my eyes.” “Not bad.” Maur applauded with his tiny insect arms. “Did you use your vis?” “Of course, not. It was simply pure technique, and you sealed mine, remember?” “Hmph, allowing you to use axes is a mistake, it seems. No matter, as long as you’re using magic.” He then inched closer toward Kane. “You must’ve noticed that those stones on your axes are not ordinary. The same could be said for the vines and branches; I enchanted them to be more fire-resistant.” “Ignasian Rock, right? I’m familiar with them. They’re much better fuel than coal, thus nicknamed ‘Magic Coal’.” “They are essentially coal but were formed with the help of mana underground. You can heat them with your mana to enhance the cutting performance, although…” Maur paused in the middle of the sentences. “They’re brittle.” Kane filled the silence. “Exactly.” “Fair enough. I won’t rely on my axes too much,” he assured. “But, could you teach me to summon one?” “I know a weapon-summoning spell or two, but no ax spells. You should try to create one.” “Isn’t that too early?” “You fool! With that mentality, you’ll never go far. Here, I’ll teach you the basics…” --- “Hey! Did you hear me?” shouted Lamille to Kane, interrupting his flashback. “I said, why didn't you use a normal ax?” “I have my reason, alright? You’re really different than you look,” said Kane. A gloomy-looking girl was noisier than he thought. The same could be applied to him also. Then, she threw her face away, fidgeting quietly. “She acts that way… when we are around. And perhaps because Leonard… recognized your strength,” explained Hymar. “Huh, interesting.” Despite the clear answer, it was still strange. “Hymar, Lamille, please tell us your findings.” “I have questioned the sect members… and here’s my report…” Hymar then proceeded to explain. The dungeon was mostly already cleared by the sect, however, that didn't mean it was safe to explore; the Lumetrax had been mass reproducing their armies. Lastly, there were actually variations of them that had been found: Lumetrax Scout, a tiny unit that specialized in speed and traveled in swarms; and Lumetrax Knight, a sturdy unit that excelled in close quarters — very dangerous and had to be avoided at all cost. Thankfully, they were rarely found on the first floor. “Why didn’t the sect leader’s assistant tell us the missing information?” asked Lamille. “To avoid a morale break before the exploration began,” said Kane. “That’s very likely.” Leonard turned toward her. “Your turn, Lamille.” “I’ve found most groups were ordinary except for some. The most notable ones are Luxheart, Veridia Pox, Wintermist, and…” She gulped. “…Calsweir.” Both Leonard and Hymar were wide-eyed, staggered upon hearing the last academy. “I was mistaken to assume… the competition would be trivial,” said Hymar.“Is Roslain also here?” asked Leonard. “Yes.” Lamille nodded. “I saw him from far away, but there’s no mistake. He’s here.” They became silent. The situation had turned for the worst, it seemed. Kane had no idea about those academies she mentioned, he asked, “What’s the matter? Is the school and Roslain strong?” “Strong is an understatement… Calsweir is one of the top five magic schools… in the world,” said Hymar. “Roslain also could’ve won O.M.A.T if he showed up in the final match,” added Leonard. “I see.” Kane couldn’t wait to meet them. “Oh, I forgot,” Lamille interjected. “There’s a mysterious group of thirty or so of people wearing green hooded robes. I don’t know who they are, but they’re kind of scary.” “Thirty… that’s a lot of members. It’s rare for schools to bring that many,” said Leonard. “Nonetheless… they are less of a threat… than Calsweir.” “True.” Leonard checked his pocket watch. “It’s almost time for my daily ritual. I’ll be back after a while.” He stood up and left the building. “Ritual?” asked Kane out loud. “He’s Quillonite. A pious one, in fact,” answered Lamille. “Oh.” Leonard did tell him his religion. “Speaking of Quillonite… I heard one of its paladins… visited our school," said Hymar. “Yep, she’s Leader’s sword instructor. Maybe she came to check on him.” “Right…” Hymar then looked at Kane. The three uttered no words, busy with themselves. It seemed Leonard was the key to the group’s chemistry. Kane welcomed the silence more than chatters and noises. In the meantime, he practiced magic until Leonard came back. Every participant was escorted to a complex of identical cottages. They seemed to be big enough for ten people. Each of them was built on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the massive open tundra. For a humble sect-like Eight Shrouded Stars, they sure had classy accommodations. Everyone got a separate bedroom with many left vacant. In Kane’s bedroom, an insect buzzed while he was trying to sleep. It was Maur. “Where have you been?” whispered Kane. “Exploring the realm inside that portal. I’ve investigated all the floors for you, so be grateful, boy!” replied Maur. “You did? Tell me more about it!” According to Maur, there were four floors in total. The second floor had roughly the same layout as the first. The third floor was filled with hundreds of Lumetraxes, although he had killed most of them on his way. The last floor, however, had an impenetrable door blocking the entrance. It was possible to destroy it, but it would take a long time. Maur then materialized a piece of paper filled with lines. “Here’s a map of the floors I’ve drawn.” Kane turned on a nearby magic lantern. The floor layouts were relatively simple, resembling the usual castles. Lots of rooms were scribbled black; they were inaccessible. There was one particular spot he was interested in: the workshop quarter. Perhaps he could find a treasure such as rare ingots or equipment. “Thanks, Maur. I appreciate this.” Every little piece of information was crucial for adventuring and exploring hostile environments. “If you wish to thank me, then do not let the Class-S students be severely injured or worse, dead.” “What does that have to do with you?” “The one who hired my service is Rey, who’s also Niflenia Vice Headmaster, which means they are within my responsibility despite not being my students.” “I still don’t get it.” “To put it more simply, if they die, I would be blamed by the mage community, and therefore, damaging my reputation in The Circle. Understand?” “Oh, I see.” Kane closed his eyes. “I can’t promise you, but I’ll try to keep them alive.” Not only did he have to survive, but Kane had to become their bodyguard. How troublesome. At the very least, he didn’t need to lead nor babysit them. All he had to do was keep them alive without being too suspicious. “If there’s nothing else—” “Wait, could you give me the Magic Weapon theory book? I’m still confused with some parts.” Maur opened his pocket dimension. “Here.” The book was manifested. It was thick and complicated, but Kane had to learn it no matter how hard and complex the content was. “I doubt it will be useful for you.” “Why?” “Your comprehension capability is much greater through physical exercises, not reading. Typical for warriors such as yourself. ” “Then, how should I learn the spell—” Kane was hit with realization before finishing his sentence. “Oh, I know. Battles, right?” “Correct. You ought to seek battles, boy! Preferably the kinds that gamble your life at stake.” “You don’t need to tell me.” Kane smiled. “Well, just don't die. I’ll be off. Good night!” He flew away into the darkness. The next morning, every participant stood in front of the portal to receive a briefing. Each group was given a bag full of supplies that would last for a week and a map. It might be a little overboard for most people, but for Kane, there was no such thing as being over-prepared. His members did a second check for everything to ensure nothing important was missing. Judging from their composure and preparation, they had gone through similar events several times. No wonder that their teacher wasn’t very involved as he was watching from far away. The groups entered the portal based on a random pick. After their bodies were transported, the others had to wait for a while before they could enter to prevent any complications. Filling the time, Leonard revised their plan. Finally, their turns had arrived. Kane and others stepped forward. The closer they got to the dimensional tear, the quicker it pulsated. With a nod from Leonard, they leaped inside. Everything turned black as frequent lightning occurred in the distance. Floating in the temporal vacuum, Kane was unsure whether he or the space itself was moving. Then, another hole was spotted, and they were moving toward it. The trip ended abruptly as they plunged from above. Kane along with Class-S students found themselves in a wide cylindrical hallway. Triangle windows were installed with a pattern between them, giving access to the outside. Lava cascades flowed from above into a bottomless abyss. “Is everyone alright?” said Leonard. “We’re fine,” Lamille replied, standing up. “Whoa, it’s really a dilapidated castle!” “What an unpleasant environment… The heat is making my skin rough.” Hymar then hydrated his reptilian skin with a water spell. “Enemies behind us!” Kane alerted them, causing everyone to turn around. Behind them, three human-sized red bugs emitted incoherent noises. Their physical appearance matched Maur's description; they were akin to oversized beetles that donned plate-like carapace armor. Magic circles formed above their heads. They’re attacking!

“Welcome and please be seated,” he said. Kane nodded and sat across from him. Considering his kidnapping duration, it was a sensible choice to use a puppet as a body replacement. Reynar showing up was more unexpected than that, in his honest opinion. The coach then began to move. Kane jutted his head outside, wondering whether the two were chasing him. No signs of any of them, fortunately. He then inspected the box and peeked at the content. It was intact. “Ahem.” Reynar cleared his throat. “Good morning, Kane. It has been a while since we conversed. How was your… experience?” “Better than I expected, but I don’t wanna go through it ever again.” “In spite of the carnal activity you partook in last night?” asked Reynar with a playful tone. “Except that—” Kane squinted his eyes. “Wait. How did you know? Were you watching?” “Please do not misunderstand. One of the rooms upstairs was illuminated over the course of the night time. Therefore, I’ve concluded with that assumption.” Kane uttered a sigh. “Haah, I should’ve not answered your question right away.” “To accomplish both the objective and boys’ fantasy in the same instance… you never cease to impress me, Kane.” “Thanks, but I was just really lucky.” If not for Sharon’s overconfidence with her plan, he would’ve failed — and also a little stroke of luck aiding him. Despite having learned about succubuses and other kinds of demons from Bokar’s lessons, he didn’t expect her to be one; she hid her demonic aura well. Still, why did she fail to mind-control him? Was it due to his real age? In any case, his preparations and experience greatly paid off. “Where are you taking me?” Kane brought up a new topic. “To Niflenia Magic Academy. Is something the matter?” “Can we visit Fort Harkensburg first?” “The demon hunters’ headquarters?” The mannequin slightly tilted his head. “May I know your reasons?” “To safeguard the Black Feather. The academy isn’t secure anymore and sooner or later, they’ll send a person to steal it again,” said Kane. Another alternative was to give the Black Feather to Maur; however, he seemed to won’t comply with that kind of request. “Excellent point. Unfortunately, we cannot simply waltz into a noteworthy organization such as Devilsbane.” “I know someone.” “Hmm, I suppose we can take a detour.” A magic circle manifested from the mannequin’s hand and fiddled with it. That was easy. Reynar should’ve tried to cling on to the Black Feather more, yet he didn’t. What was the reason? Perhaps he had no interest in the item, to begin with. If so, why did he want to retrieve it back? “Notwithstanding fulfilling your request, our agreement regarding the tournament participation is still valid. Do we agree on this?” “No problem.” “However, I am interested in the logic behind your motive. Why is that?” “My father’s friend in Devilsbane asked me to collect them. They wanted to find the demon behind all of it,” misled Kane. While telling his secret goal to an enigmatic man such as Reynar would be a bad idea, not answering or lying outright could be worse. Thus, he told an incomplete truth instead. “Fascinating. Why did this friend of your father encourage you to obtain it in such lengths?” asked Reynar again. “Because I owe him. He taught me many things before I became a mage student.” “I understand.” He nodded. “By the way, have you found anything about ‘them’?” During his visit to Reynar’s office, Kane asked him for all the locations of certain materials to craft a new ax. “Indeed, I have. Regarding the Blazark Tree trunk, the stock had depleted since a month ago in this city. You might have more chances finding it in the volcanic town, Teryer.” “How far is it?” Kane clicked his tongue. Of course, a great material for magic staves especially for casting fire spells would be heavily sought out. He had to think of other alternatives. “Four months by a horse coach from our current location.” “…What about the Mananite?” “They are available in Valvaris Magic Emporium, here in Rabrond.” “Finally, good news.” “Do you perhaps wish to craft magic equipment?” “Sort of. It seems like an interesting job to me.” “It is undoubtedly a remunerative profession. A little advice: you should begin with affordable materials first.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” “Now then, please recount your experience during your abduction as we journey to the fortress.” “Sure.” Kane then proceeded to tell him most things. He had no qualms telling his fights except the final since his method was too implausible for a 13-year-old. When he told him about Aravides and their true nature, Reynar was shocked, albeit hearing them wasn’t his first time. According to him, Aravides was a reclusive and cunning group that dealt in shady business. Their true base was unknown. They had been doing many kinds of oddl jobs: from light crimes like thievery to heavy ones like organ trafficking and assassination. No wonder Teresa warned him about the danger; Kane might’ve just made a troublesome enemy. To Reynar’s surprise, he never thought they were demon kins and seemed satisfied with the information. They stopped talking after a while. Kane rested his head on the perching hand on the window’s edge, musing over the breaching at the academy. The incident was too strange due to Reynar placing the Black Feather in his office unsecured as if begging to be stolen. Come to think of it, Ardera, the church’s paladin, visited the academy at almost the right moment for unknown reasons. Was her purpose for coming there to obtain the Black Feather from Reynar? Very likely. Such an important figure wouldn’t be bothered to travel from the holy capital in Marrah to here for trivial matters. Or it was just a pure coincidence, which was more doubtful. Either way, why did Reynar want to steal back the Black Feather, yet he easily let go of it? So many questions left unanswered in the back of Kane’s mind. He could ask him directly, but that would be a stupid move. If Reynar truly had good intentions, he would’ve told all of his plans beforehand — yet he didn’t. Kane had to be more cautious of Reynar’s actions, even though he wasn’t a threat for now. But as long as their interests weren’t conflicting against each other, Kane should be able to relax without any risk of backstabbing. At the moment, he showed a resting face as he gazed at the outside view, seemingly unconcerned with anything and not letting Reynar read his mind. Before leaving the city, they stopped at an inn to eat breakfast and paid with Reynar’s money. Amid the journey, a question popped up: how far was the location? So, he asked about it. “Approximately two days, if my estimation is correct,” answered Reynar. “That’s a little too long, isn’t it?” “Fret not, Kane, for this coach is a special one. Witness its capability and fasten your grip!” He grinned while chanting a spell. The coach sped up and ascended into the air. Kane got pulled by the force while Reynar remained unaffected. Looking down, the ground was leaving him — or rather, the opposite was happening. The gust of fresh air rolled inside, whistling. “What is your impression? Are you amazed?” “Yes!” exclaimed Kane. Although flying wasn’t his first time, he could never have enough of it. Two hours later, they descended and landed. In the distance, an expansive structure was built on a lone cliff island near the fjords. The curtain bulwark teetered on the edge, protecting the inside including the keep. The main and only way to enter was through the bridge that connected to the grey gatehouse. Red, blue, and black banners hung off the walls and the towers. A pair of spear guardsmen — clad in steel plate armor — were approaching. One of them knocked on and opened the door while the other circled, doing inspections. “Welcome to Fort Harkensburg. State your purpose for visiting here,” he said, twitching his brows upon seeing the two. “I wanna meet Bokar. He’s a demon hunter of Devilsbane, or so I’ve heard,” answered Kane with a childish tone. “Ah, you must be Kane! Master Bokar had informed us to expect for your arrival.” His tone became more respectful. He then looked at Reynar’s mannequin. “And this is?” “I am his guardian. Please pay no heed to this body substitute of mine.” “I-I see!” He bowed profusely. “You may go ahead.” Guided by the guards, the coach crossed through the narrow bridge without any issue. Two men in the same uniform raised the gate from the watchtower. They were greeted by an open field, filled with people sparring against each other and walking. Various buildings were constructed on the edge of the fort. Some nearby onlookers halted their activities to watch their coach since not every day to see two rare horse breeds pulling a coach. After parking beside other carriages at the corner, Kane and Reynar stepped outside. “You’re following?” asked Kane to Reynar. “Absolutely. I must ensure your safety.” “We will guide you to Master Bokar’s residence,” said the guards, leading the way. Strolling down the dirt path, they passed several public buildings including the pub, bunkhouse, and guard post. Later, they arrived at a workshop, pinched between the foundation of the main keep and the wall. It was a three-story building, made of stone bricks. The masked blacksmith hammered a piece of metal continuously until the guards approached and told him something before leaving. He stood up and removed his mask, revealing his rugged but familiar face. “Kane? Is that you!?” Bokar put away his tools and hugged Kane. “It’s you!” “Long time no see, Bokar.” Kane hugged him back. “Yeah. Didn’t think you’re going to visit me this quickly.” His eyes darted at Reynar. “And you must be an important person in Kane’s school, right?” “Your assumption is correct. I am Reynar Mistfarer, the vice-headmaster of Niflenia. It is my pleasure to meet a famed demon hunter. Ah, please excuse this body substitute of mine.” He offered his hand. “So, you’ve heard of me already. I can spare my introduction, then.” Bokar grabbed it for a handshake. “Thanks for taking care of him.” “No need to thank me. It is my responsibility as a teacher.” He bowed. “What brings you two here? To fly all the way here with that fancy coach, it must be urgent, no?” “Sharp as always.” Kane smiled for a moment, then turned solemn and showed the box. “We need to talk. Privately.” Bokar was silent for a moment before turning his head slightly. “Follow me.” Kane then turned around. Before he could say anything, Reynar spoke first. “Take your time. In the meantime, I shall perambulate around this fortress.” The two entered the workshop. The inside was pretty much the same as the one in Deven except more spacious. After ascending the stairs, they sat at the diner table. “What do you want to talk about?” asked Bokar. Kane put the box on the table. “Here.” Bokar then opened it. He jolted backward right away. “That’s… that’s the Black Feather!” “It is.” “How and where did you find it!?” “Reynar found it in the middle of the forest not too far from my school. It got stuck in the leaves, apparently.” “What a lucky guy! He could’ve sold that for lots of money, yet he didn’t. Do you know the reason?” “Initially, he tried to use that as a reward if I won a certain tournament, but…” A sudden realization hit Kane. If he told Bokar about the Aravides — a demonic family, wouldn’t they discover his connection with the demon hunter eventually? Especially if Bokar decided to send his personnel to watch over Kane. That would be the same as declaring them as their enemy! If he were to do the opposite, it could leave Kane vulnerable. However, there was a slight chance that the family would leave him alone since the rapport between him and Sharon including Ral was good, and most importantly, he never harmed either of them. Perhaps they would blame Reynar instead. Creating enemies this early would only hinder his growth, so he wished to avoid antagonizing any strong group or entity for now. Nonetheless, he would retaliate whenever anyone provoked him first. “But?” said Bokar, interrupting Kane’s train of thought. “He changed his mind; the academy is too unsafe to store it. I also don’t know why he didn’t sell it.” Kane chose the latter. While riskier, he should be able to defend himself from assassins. If that happened, then Kane would ask Bokar for help. He nodded. “Why did he tell you about the Black Feather, then?” “Ah, I forgot to tell you. I told him about a strange disturbance within the forest where I took the entrance exam. The monsters seemed to become stronger than usual. And he found out my interest in the Black Feather and used it as leverage.” “Strengthening monsters, huh? That’s one more of its properties.” “There are others?” “We only discovered two: an efficient power source and greatly enhancing dark elemental spells.” “So, yeah, I’ve come here all the way from Rabrond to entrust this to you. Tell them you got it from Reynar instead if anyone’s asking.” “Got it! You can count on me — and us, the Devilsbane. We’ll find Xervatia sooner or later.” “Speaking of her, how’s the progress?” “It’s still in the prototype phase.” Bokar scratched his temple. “Unless we have enough funding, the project will be forever at the bottom priority. Figuring out its uses is more important based on what I’ve heard from our lead researcher.” “Oh well, I guess that can’t be helped.” Kane heaved a sigh. He wasn’t prepared to meet her yet anyway. Later, they talked about many things for a while longer. Kane mentioned nothing about demons to avoid Bokar’s suspicion. Of course, he didn’t forget to ask Bokar for new armor and a small shield just in case he went on an adventure. On the outside, Reynar was surrounded by children, interacting with them. They laughed and some even climbed on top of him. “Sir Reynar!” shouted Kane. Reynar turned toward him. “Ah, you have completed your business. Now, please do me a favor and give me a hand to handle these children.” Why were children even living here? The thought vanished when Kane dragged Reynar back toward the coach. Those little peeps complained and shouted things at him, but he ignored them. Then, an intent gaze was directed at Kane from above the wall. Observing through his peripheral vision, it came from a young woman clothed in black. Despite her porcelain mask covering her face, she was staring at him, no doubt about it. Not sure why. Kane would simply pretend to not notice her. The coach had now ascended into the sky once again, attracting many onlookers. Flying up in the air, a peculiar object appeared in the distance. “Is that…?”

The group traveled back to Deven after their business was done. When they arrived, it was already nightfall. The village was silent except for the creaking crickets. --- “Are you sure about this, Kane?” Ezar asked. He stood in front of the village’s entrance along with Bokar, preparing the carriage and horses. It had been two days since the visit to a neighboring town for the aptitude examination. “Yes. I must go to the capital to learn magic,” replied Kane. The old woman back when examined his aptitude told him all the magic academies in the kingdom. Apparently, the nearest one was in the capital, which took ten days to arrive from Deven. Once he mastered magic, Kane planned to pursue Xervatia and take the sword back. He was unsure what was driving him. He could settle down in the village, smithing in the workshop, enjoying the fortune. But then, Kane was reminded that he was also responsible for that incident, and thus he must stop her as soon as possible. Ezar gulped. His face clouded with concern. “To go and live there alone is just…” Bokar tapped Ezar’s shoulder and said, “Don’t be worried too much. Your son can take care of himself despite being still that small.” Kane’s eyebrow twitched when he heard the word ‘small’. Ezar heaved a long sigh. He crouched down, looking at his son’s eyes, and said, “Fine. If there’s any problem, just deliver a message to me, and you can come back here anytime.” He then hugged his son. “Alright. Thanks, dad.” Kane hugged back. He then approached Bokar and whispered, “After I send you a message, you must let me know any information concerning Xervatia.” “Gotcha,” Bokar whispered back. Later, Gako, Xiirag, and other children around his age also came to say goodbye. He was showered with gifts and hugs. The carriage left the village and slowly disappeared from the horizon. “Why did you hide his mother's identity from Kane?” Bokar suddenly shot a question. Ezar’s expression turned solemn. “Hm, I suppose you deserve to know after I hid it for these 13 years. It’s because I don’t want him to search for her while he’s still weak.” “What? Is your lover imprisoned in some foreign land or something like that?” “How did you know?” Ezar asked back. “Your knowledge of her location and the danger of finding her. Also, based on your words, she’s still alive,” Bokar explained. Ezar finally looked at Bokar with amazement and said, “As expected from you. Yeah, sort of, and it’s all because of me.” “And what did you do exactly?” “I…” Ezar clicked his tongue, then finally whispered the answer. After a few minutes, he finished explaining, and then Bokar shouted, “Are you crazy!?” “No, I was just… lured by lust and I love her.” Ezar’s tone turned melancholic. He gazed toward the horizon. “You’re in deep trouble, my friend. No, this village and even the whole kingdom are also in danger. I’m surprised they haven’t come yet.” “I know. Some of them found me two years ago, and I managed to fend them off. However, I have a feeling they will be coming in great numbers. Will you also join me?” He offered his hand. Bokar grabbed, clenching it, “Of course. I won’t abandon my former brother-in-arms.” “Well, thank you. Also, kept this a secret from everyone you know, especially Kane...” --- After a long journey, Kane arrived. He stood in front of a large entrance between stone walls. There were three entrances to the city: the wide passage with a steel gate for ground vehicles, such as carriages, horses, etc, the small access for citizens of Rabrond on the left side, and the passage for outsiders on the right. Each of the gates had a pair of armored men guarding them. They were the soldiers who’d been tasked to inspect all the city visitors. To gain an entry, Kane had to join a line of people who also wanted to visit the city. It took 10 minutes for his turn. “State your business,” the soldier said without batting an eye. He focused on writing on the paper that he was holding. “I want to visit the market,” Kane replied. If he told the guard his true intention, he would have to reveal his talent. A mixed-race of a human and an oni who had mage talent would cause a commotion. The soldier twitched his brows. He realized that Kane was just a kid after hearing his voice. He then asked, still not looking at him, “Where are your parents?” “In my hometown, Deven.” “Deven? Why would an oni visit...” The guard finally looked at Kane. He continued, “Did you come here alone?” Kane furrowed and folded his arms. “Is that important? I thought anyone can enter as long as they’ve paid the fee. I’ve been visiting this city every year and I was never asked this much before,” he complained. It was a lie but it was necessary to get through the guard without spilling his secrets. “A-alright, the fee is 7 gold,” the guard stuttered. Kane gave the required amount of money to the guard. Not asking any more questions, the guard let him enter the city. Kane passed through a short tunnel before reaching the city. He stepped his feet on the cobblestone road. Buildings with store signs were present. He could see a hill from far away with the castle on the top of it. The streets were crowded with a sea of people bustling on the sideways. Carriages and horses passed through along the streets. The lantern posts were erected alongside the walking path. All the buildings were made from bricks and mortar with ceramic roofs, unlike in Deven. Its city design pleased Kane’s eyes. Kane saw a fountain after he strolled a bit. The water was flowing from a disk-shaped water holder. A big statue of a man wearing impressive full-plate armor was standing on top of it. Some people were sitting on the edge to relish the fountain or praying after they tossed a coin. He too sat near the fountain and enjoyed the sprinkles of water. Cold and fresh droplets touched Kane’s face, clearing his mind. A large wooden board near the fountain caught Kane’s attention. He looked at the board which said ‘Notice Board’. It was full of papers detailing certain events. The events were either already past the dates or uninteresting for Kane, so he ignored them, except for a tournament that would commence roughly two weeks later. Finished reading, he began to search for magic academies. --- “So, this is the one she highly recommended…” Kane stared at the elegant building, surrounded by tall steel fences and hedges. There was a big sign on the 5th floor, the highest level which said ‘Niflenia Academy’. Ivory paint dyed the whole structure. A marble fountain was erected in the middle of the entrance yard, much grander than the one in the town square, although it had no statue. As Kane walked on the brick pathway, he saw different shapes of sculptures made of trimmed bushes both at his left and his right. He entered presumably the main building through towering double doors. A spacious hall entered Kane’s vision. A white jade chandelier was hanging from the high ceiling. The marble floors covered the entire surface. The tall windows were adequate to brighten up the room. Many parents accompanied their children in the room. They were mostly dressed in expensive outfits and wore flashy jewelry. Some also wore mage robes. They were sitting on the long fur couches, waiting to be called by the receptionist in the middle of the room. Kane took a small piece of paper that had a number from an aged man with a receding hairline. Judging from his uniform, he’s one of the staff for the academy. He had a slightly confused expression when he saw Kane. He sat on one of the empty couches. Although many people were sitting, only half of the couches were occupied. Everyone was eyeing or even secretly mocked him because of his peculiar presence. What was a half-oni bumpkin doing in this academy? As always, Kane paid no heed to them. Thirty minutes later, Kane’s number was called by the receptionist. She had rather short black hair just right above her small shoulders. Her uniform was similar to the man’s before. The woman flinched yet she still kept her business smile and greeted, “Welcome to Niflenia Academy. How may I help you?” “I want to become a student in this school,” Kane replied, looking upward at the tall woman. She forced a smile. “I’m afraid you must have at least Level 3 Mage talent to register.” “No problem. Here’s the certificate.” He took out a brown envelope from the bag, opened it, and gave it to the receptionist. “This…,” she trembled. She examined the paper several times, stroked the ornaments with her finger, and yet she found no problem. “I-Is this real!?” she screamed, gaining attention from other people. “Is there something wrong?” asked Kane, tilting his head. The receptionist covered her mouth. Raising her eyebrows, she then said, “I’m afraid I must ask my superior about this matter.” Kane furrowed. “Don’t go. Just tell me how to enter this academy.” He doesn’t want to waste his time too much. He had thought of scholarship but then again, he couldn’t use magic so the chance of rejection was high. Moreover, his talent could be exposed in that way. She adjusted her posture and cleared her throat, “I-I understand. I apologize for the earlier inconvenience. There are three kinds of registration. First is the premium way, which will guarantee you to become our student. You only have to pay 7,000 gold upfront.” “Pass, what’s the next one.” Kane rejected it immediately for obvious reasons. Even though he had quite a sum of gold, he didn’t want to spend that much in one go. “Second is the traditional way, you’ll have to participate in a series of standard examinations from the official guild mage. It will cost 500 gold.” “Hmm, what about the last one,” Kane twitched upon hearing the cost. Becoming an official mage was surely expensive. The receptionist smiled and said, “Third is the most affordable way. It merely costs 30 gold to register. Just sign this paper and enter our special tests!” Kane was silent, pondering what the receptionist said. The last way was suspicious; but then again, the cost was negligible so it probably wouldn’t hurt to try. He would have considered the second way if he could cast a spell. “I’ll take the third option,” said Kane. “Very well. Please, sign this along with your name.” She brought out a piece of paper and a pen onto the table. As soon as Kane read the text, he already knew that the paper was essentially a contract. Especially one of the lines that caught his eyes which read: “We will not be held accountable for the mishaps that you may encounter during the tests.” The paper contained no description of the special tests. Perhaps he would fight in a mock battle with the participants? If that was true, Kane couldn’t wait to enter the tests. He signed the paper and gave 30 gold to the receptionist. “Thank you very much. Please come again tomorrow morning to be briefed, and do not be late. Here is your identity card to enter the tests. Make sure you don’t lose it!” she warned. The card had Kane’s name and a three-digit number: 333. “Tomorrow, eh? So this was the last day for registration.” Kane sighed in relief. Kane left the building. He decided to check other magic academies around the city. They were worse than Niflenia in terms of quality, but it wouldn’t hurt to find some alternative in case he failed or they had a cheaper entrance fee. Thanks to that old woman who had tested Kane, he had obtained the information regarding the academy's names and their locations. “She didn’t make a fuss about this matter as much as I thought she would at the beginning,” Kane muttered as he walked. “In my previous life, I encountered lots of oni being outcast and even enslaved, yet I see no such thing in this country. I wonder why?” --- The blue sky turned dark orange; the street lanterns were already lit. Kane had visited all seven available academies in the city. They either all only had a similar standard entrance or rejected Kane immediately before he even had a chance to speak. “So Niflenia is the only choice I have. Hm, I have no idea what the special tests are going to be, but… I probably should try to learn a spell before entering the tests. It’s a magic academy after all, so physical contact may be prohibited. Still, I’ll bring my weapon anyway just in case,” Kane told himself. He decided to find a magic specialty shop. There were a few of them in the commercial district. Many of them sold spell books based on the sign. He entered the smallest one, hoping for a fair price tag. “Welcome to Evelyn’s Apothecary!” a little girl greeted as Kane entered. She had little twin ponytails and was smaller than her visitor. “A child?” Kane expressed his surprise out loud. He estimated that she was around his age. “Hmph, you’re still a child too!” the girl chafed. “Are you Evelyn?” asked Kane. “No, that’s my ma’s name. I watch the shop while she’s not home. Are you looking for her?” she replied. “Just wondering.” He shrugged. “Anywayyy, you’re strange. Different than the other kids who usually came here.” She put her fore fingertips on her lower lip. “Oh really, can you tell me why?” asked Kane. Although he could guess the answer, he chose to play along with her. The girl leaned forward. “Well, you look… very mature. Your expression, I mean. You’re also kinda cute, hee hee.” She grinned shyly. “Ehm, thanks, I guess,” said Kane as he rubbed his nose. He did expect a comment about his appearance but certainly not that one. “Oh my, I’m sorry. I got carried away and I forgot to serve you! What do you need again?” “Can I see all the spell books you have?” The little girl crouched and brought out a thick book. “Here’s our catalog for basic spells, ranging from unranked to rank 1. We don’t have anything beyond that.” Kane opened the book and read it. A lot of kinds of spells were listed with brief descriptions. He wasn’t even sure which element he should pick, let alone the spell type. “Which offensive spell is easiest to learn?” he asked while still flipping the pages. She creased her lips, thinking. “Hmmm, I think… [Lesser Firebomb] is easy because it’s unranked. I personally learned it.” “Alright, I’ll pick that one,” said Kane. He liked the name of the spell. “I see! That’ll be 800 gold.” She flashed her white teeth, crinkling the corner of her eyes. “That’s a bit expensive,” he lamented. He wondered why the spells are highly-priced even more than martial art manuals. “Our pricing is already below the usual and you’re still haggling!?” The little girl pouted. “I didn’t know that…” Kane scratched his neck. “Buuut, I guess I can give you a little discount. Especially for you, this time only. How about 650 gold?” “Deal.” Kane nodded. He gave her the gold in exchange for the spellbook. It only had about 20 pages and was wrapped by a thin ribbon. He put the book in his backpack. “Thanks for the purchase! Anything else?” She slightly leaned forward and put her hands on her back. “No, for the moment.” The little girl then twirled her hair and asked, “Say, what’s your name, customer? I’m Jacqueline or Jackie for shorter.” “You can call me Kane. Well then, goodbye, Jackie,” he said. Jackie waved and said, “What a strange way to pronounce your name. Please come again, Kane!” Leaving the shop, he was on his way to find a place to sleep. Whether it was a bunkhouse, an inn, or camping outside, it didn’t matter to him. Kane’s first meeting with Jackie still lingered in his mind. “That girl… Her persuasion is quite impressive for her age. If I was an ordinary kid, I would’ve been charmed by her and maybe bought something more. I should try that approach too when I run my shop someday,” he said, analyzing her technique. About an hour later, Kane found an inn and stayed for a night.

“Did you… kill them all?” asked Hymar. “Yes.” Throwing his weapons away, Kane approached them while wiping the blood off his face. Both of the axes crumbled into two piles of ashes. “Alone?” Lamille interjected. “Did you see anyone else?” “…” No more words were uttered after that exchange. They looked at the corpses, then at Kane’s, then at the corpses again. --- Watching the S-Class students flabbergasted, Kane couldn’t help but laugh inside. He was one of the great saints after all. He could’ve finished them much quicker if he had his original strength. Not even half an hour inside this realm, Kane only had two axes remaining. He might have scratched his itch to battle, but was it worth the sacrifice? Probably not. The itch was still there. He craved to find tough opponents — opponents that were hard to take down but not impossible. They had to exist somewhere in this labyrinth. Definitely. Leonard then approached Kane with clenched fists. He furrowed his brows with a cold stare. “Kane, we need to talk,” he said. “…” Kane took a deep breath. “Go ahead.” Swinging his arm, Leonard punched him in the face. Kane flinched and grasped for his cheek. It stung, somewhat. Both Hymar and Lamille cringed in silence as they watched. And of course, he fully understood the reason Leonard for his action. “What the hell were you thinking!? Charging against more than two dozen enemies alone… are you out of your mind? You’re too reckless, Kane!” berated Leonard. Kane was silent. He knew this would happen beforehand based on his experience. Getting reprimanded by someone for disregarding the leader’s order… oh, it had been so long. Back in the younger days, there was a commander who was constantly mad at him despite Kane always completing his missions simply because he didn’t follow the standard protocol. Kane couldn’t be bothered to change his way because, at that time, the commander was way weaker than him. Why should he respect weak people? As Kane spent more time in the organization, he discarded that principle or at least, changed it. Respect shouldn’t be measured by their strengths or positions, but rather their character and situation. If he were still at his younger self, he would talk and punch Leonard back instead. To him currently, the most prudent action would be… “You’re right. I should’ve stuck together with you. My action was stupid and I deserve that punch,” he admitted. “If you understand that, then why—” “It’s been a long time since I killed monsters like them. That’s my reason.” Kane stood up. “Don’t worry, Leonard. I won’t repeat the same action again.” Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t because he needed to save his axes for crucial situations. Doing the same thing without them was suicide. Leonard stared at Kane for a while before letting out a deep sigh. “Good, I’m glad you understand quickly. I don’t want you to die because of a haphazard decision. Also, I apologize for punching you.” “It’s fine.” Then his frown turned into a smile. “But I must admit, you were amazing! I never thought you’d be able to kill them single-handedly!” “The narrow corridor gave me a huge advantage. I fought them one versus one twenty-five times. And it’s all thanks to my axes… which are already gone.” Kane downplayed his feat. “You don’t need to be so humble.” Leonard chuckled. Kane smiled wryly. It wasn’t as if he tried to be humble. There was simply nothing special about it. “I apologize for the interruption…” Hymar called. “Could we… loot the corpses before anyone else arrives?” “Alright. Let’s finish it as quickly as possible.” Hymar and Leonard pulled a knife from their pocket before excising one of the corpses. They took out the Lumetraxes' mana core one by one. Kane too joined them; he still had the dagger he bought from Bokar. In the meantime, Lamille was standing guard to prevent ambushes. The process was smooth without any interruption. While helping, Kane had noticed a peculiar object — a very familiar object that lit his desire to investigate the dungeon further. “Is this… Black Feather?” He examined it closely. The feather somewhat resembled the first feather he saw in many aspects except much smaller. No dark aura emitted from it either. Could it be connected to Xervatia somehow? Or it was simply an ordinary feather. Kane wished for the former, but he wasn’t completely sure. Either way, he had to find the source before leaving. “What’s wrong, Kane?” asked Leonard. “Nothing.” He hid the object. The group moved on after looting the corpses. They navigated their way through the maze. Kane was assigned as a scout because he volunteered to do so. Although Kane had very rarely been a scout before, nobody in the group besides him possessed 50 years' worth of adventuring experience anyway. Thanks to his effort, the group managed to avoid dangerous situations and evade hidden traps. --- While Kane was busy scouting, the other three sat in a circular room, quite far from their starting place. Ruined debris of chairs and tables were scattered all over the place. On the west side, there was a kitchen, but it was already filled with rocks and rubbles from the ceiling. Lamille broke the silence and asked Leonard, “Leader, where and how did you meet Kane?” “Hmm…” Leonard tried to come up with a proper excuse; he didn’t want to expose Kane yet. “I met him on my journey. He appeared strong, so—” “You’re really bad at lying, as always.” She heaved a sigh. “Ugh…” Leonard flinched. “Kane… tis’ a familiar name. Perhaps, he is the same one as… the rumored student of our academy,” said Hymar. “Huh, you mean that oni kid?” He nodded. “Ha, as if a first-year student can vastly surpass us, the Class-S!” Lamille laughed, then immediately stopped. “But then again, it’s totally plausible. I mean, he’s beaten Leader in a sword duel before.” “Therefore, Leonard met Kane… for the first time… in that event? Am I correct?” “…Yes,” admitted Leonard. Kneading his temple, he apologized to Kane in his heart. “I hope you two keep his secret hidden. Other academies must not know this.” “Of course, Leader. We won’t tell a single soul,” assured Lamille. --- A moment later, Kane jogged at a brisk pace toward his group. The three were having a conversation but suddenly stopped upon his arrival. They stared at him before cracking a little laugh. Curious, Kane asked, “Is there something funny?” “No, not really,” replied Lamille. Were they talking about him? Well, it was inevitable, especially after Kane displayed his ability. He coughed once and said, “Anyway, I’ve found a group of four people walking toward us, about 500 meters away. How should we proceed?” He also discovered traces of Lumetraxes, but they were too far away to be worth reporting. Leonard scratched his chin. “Could you describe their uniform?” “Vest, shirt, and bottom were all white with a red tie.” “!” The S-Class faces soured in an instant. Even Hymar, who rarely showed his expression, was affected too. For them to lose their composure… they definitely had an encounter with the group before and not a pleasant one. “Are you sure, Kane? Are you absolutely sure?” pressed Lamille. “You can see them for yourself if you don’t believe me.” She staggered and looked elsewhere. “What should we do, Leader? It’s most likely he’s with them.” “Calm down. Was there a male with light pink hair, always smiling?” “Yes. He’s leading the group.” Their expression became even gloomier than before. As for Kane’s impression of the other group, there was nothing special about them. Just a bunch of young mages from the nobility. Then again, he had a hard time estimating or comparing the mages’ strength. Perhaps they were more formidable than they appeared. “That settles it. Let’s avoid them,” suggested Leonard. Hymar and Lamille nodded in agreement. Kane, on the other hand, was disappointed with the decision. Cowardly, but reasonable at least. He usually would disagree, however, he should follow Leonard’s words for now as long as not idiotic. Although… “Too late. They’ve found us,” said Kane. Everyone turned toward the entrance. The mentioned boy had appeared before them. Resting against the door frame, he took out a thornless white rose from his pocket and twirled it. “Oh, dear, what do we have here? I certainly never expected to meet you this quickly, Niflenians,” he said with a condescending tone. That was quick. The boy was silent with his feet despite not casting any self-buff. An impossible feat for a mage unless he used a short-distance teleportation ability, which was common among skilled mages. “Roslain!” shouted Leonard, gritting his teeth. “I appreciate that you etched my name in your heart, Leonard. I’m touched.” He chuckled. “I see my quirky little darling, Lamille, and Hymar, blue as always.” “I’m not your darling, creep.”“Blue…?” Roslain then darted his eyes at Kane. “And an unknown stranger I have yet to meet. May I know your name?” “Kane.” He pronounced it like the word ‘cane’. Roslain most likely didn’t care about him, judging from his tone. He was stalling for his teammates… How classic. Kane kept his guess to himself since he wished for the obvious outcome. “I assume that Sharon isn’t with you once more?” “She’s a busy woman,” replied Leonard. “Kane! Why couldn’t you be more sneaky?” Lamille interjected with her accusation. Before Kane could answer, Roslain took the initiative, “Don’t blame your friend, Lamille. Your bickerings have reached my ears. This place is rather quiet, don’t you agree?” He then looked at the hallway. “Ah, my friends have arrived at last.” Several people rushed toward the doorway. A black long-haired girl entered the room first followed by another similar girl. They both carried a katana and resembled each other save for few slight differences. The last one was a curly ginger boy with round glasses, catching his breaths. “Sir Roslain, you should’ve told us your action beforehand!” shouted one of the girls. “Hahaha, I believe in act first, talk later, my dear Aya.” The other girls glared at Kane’s side. “Great. Can we not waste our time with them?” “Take a closer look, Miss Izami. They’ve got a big amount of spoils.” The four-eyed boy adjusted his glasses. “Good eye, Oliver. Even though you’re myopic,” replied Izami. “H-hey! Is that last comment even necessary?” “Even the other elites are here…” muttered Leonard. Kane stood in silence, trying to process the whole thing. Confused, he asked Leonard, “Who are those people?” “They are students of Calsweir Magic Academy, one of the most prestigious magic academies in the world. Out of 10,000 talented people, only a hundred may enter. And those four are the most elite from those hundred!” explained Leonard. “I see.” “You seem to carry a great burden in your bag. I am certainly able to alleviate it. Whether peacefully or by force, it’s your choice,” threatened Roslain as if he had rehearsed the line many times in front of a mirror. “Do you think we’re afraid of you?” challenged Lamille. “Did you forget your utter defeat by our hands? Where did your bravery come from?” said Izami. Then, Hymar stood beside Kane as if presenting him. “Because we have a helper… who has killed 25 Lumetraxes… alone!” “!” Now, it was Calsweir students’ turn to be shocked. “Is that blue rubean speaking the truth?”“That mysterious guy must be really strong, then.”“W-what should we do?” Roslain snorted. “What a farce.” “It’s true. That’s why we’ve got so much spoils,” backed Leonard. Placing his finger on his lips, Roslain’s eyes grew sharper and focused his gaze on Kane. The other three too became silent, seemingly waiting for his decision. Crossing his arms, Kane drummed his foot. The parley began to drag on. Leonard most likely tried to avoid confrontation with them, but unfortunately, Kane’s patience had run out. Besides, running away would be a bad idea because the enemy could easily catch up. “Enough of chitchat! How about we talk with our magic instead?” proposed Kane. Everyone immediately turned their attention toward him, wide-eyed. Roslain burst into laughter. “Hoho, I wholeheartedly agree! Then, I shall duel you personally, Kane!” The others readied their weapons and spells, entering battle stance. And thus, the magic duel between Niflenia versus Calsweir… began!

A pulsating ripple floated in the distance like a stab wound. Inside the hole was black and unknown what lies within. “Dimension Tear! Such a rare phenomenon is happening in front of our eyes!” shouted Reynar. Kane naturally had known and even entered it before. For the sake of not looking strange, he asked, “What’s that?” “It is essentially a portal to another destination due to unstable space in the region. One may enter it for a randomized period before it disappears.” “Can they be created intentionally?” “According to historical findings of ancient times, those people were able to generate dimension tears for traveling to distant places. Regrettably, the method was unrecoverable,” Reynar lamented. “That’s a real shame.” Kane had not known that explanation before. “I wonder where that portal leads to.” “Difficult to determine without fully entering it. Furthermore, the black color indicates the location is anyplace in the atmosphere during the night or in an enclosed space, perhaps. Nobody truly knows.” They did not bother with the hole as it could lead to an unpredictable situation. Kane stared at the hole until it disappeared from his view. The journey was smooth sailing with a brief rest to replenish the horses’ energy. They stopped in front of the school’s gate to drop Kane off before going somewhere else. At the same time, the nostalgic bell rang twice; the lunch break was over, and it’s time for study. After he changed into his uniform, he went to the classroom. Behind the closed door, Vauren was speaking already, calling the students’ names for attendance. Kane slid open the door. “Next is…” Vauren turned his head. “Kane? Where have you been in the past days?” The whole class began to chatter among themselves. “It’s too complicated to explain.” Kane then lowered his voice. “You can ask Sir Reynar about it.” “Fine, please take a seat.” “Were you kidnapped, Kane?” A random girl asked. “Mind your own business,” dismissed Kane as he went toward his seat. How did they know that? The power of rumors shouldn’t be underestimated, it seemed. The students groaned. They could only guess what happened to him, and many believed that he got kidnapped. Kane sat beside Brian, whose eyes followed his movement, not saying anything until they were next to each other. “You’re back! I thought you’re gone for good…” said Brian, relieved. Kane slouched against the chair. “Why does everyone think that I got kidnapped? And were there any important things happening while I was away?” Brian scratched his hair. “Well, it’s just a rumor that some nobles hated you for getting closer with Senior Sharon. As for your second question, there isn’t any, I think.” “Oh, I see.” Kane then stole a glance at Calypso and caught him looking at Kane before turning away. He was still the same as ever. “Students, please stand up. We will begin our second lesson of Practical Magic.” Everyone stood up at the same time. Confused, Kane imitated them and asked Brian in a whisper, “What was the first lesson?” “Mostly about meditation to prevent any short-circuit when casting a spell.” “Err… what?” “It’s like a warm-up before exercising!” Brian shouted in a whisper. “Now I get it.” “Ahem!” Vauren cleared his throat. “Kane, Brian, please pay attention!” He then continued. “Especially you, Kane. You have missed a total of three days worth of lessons! If I caught you talking again, I’m going to give you even more additional homework! Are we clear?” “Yes, sir!” They both answered together. “Back to our lesson. We are going to learn…” Vauren turned around and drew a large but elementary magic circle while speaking. It only consisted of three runic letters within a circle… inside the large circle. “…generating a magic barrier. Does anyone know the definition?” “It’s a protective aura to shield oneself from harm,” Lucrais answered. “Good answer. Visualize this circle in your hand and pour mana into it.” Kane had never been interested in learning it because he could create a shield using his vis already to protect himself. Aside from that barriers were more resilient against magic while vis shields were stronger against physical attacks, there was barely any difference between them. It wouldn’t hurt to learn it in case of dire situations, though. He imagined the drawing and his mana flowing toward it, doing the same thing as creating vis shield. Then, a cold, hard sensation pressed on his hand, emitting a thin translucent light. The barrier was so fragile. Hardly surprising at all since it was an unranked barrier spell. Due to his mana being consumed at a considerable rate, he stopped; he hadn’t fully recovered yet. Kane checked on Brian’s progress. He was concentrating hard, yet nothing happened. Other people also struggled. Was it that hard? It might be dependent on raw talent, or his experience played a big part. “Outstanding job, Calriss! You have mastered it before, haven’t you?” praised Vauren. Everyone turned their heads toward him. Calypso stood upright, crossing his arms as his light-blue barrier surrounded him. He shut his eyelids, ignoring other classmates’ amazement. “I have been practicing it since I was six years old,” he replied. “No wonder. Your barrier is comparable to fifth years.” Vauren then darted his eyes at Lucrais. “You’re also doing very well, Lucrais.” “Thank you for your praise, teacher.” Lucrais bowed. Her barrier also covered her entire body except it was as weak as Kane’s. “You two are welcome to leave early,” said Vauren. Everyone gasped and expressed their envy toward them. The two thanked Vauren and packed their stuff. “Now, has anyone else also succeeded?” His question was answered with silence. They were all busy trying to form a barrier; some even produced beads of sweat on their face. Kane, too, wanted to leave early, so he raised his hand. “Yes, what is it, Kane?” Without uttering a word, Kane created a full-body barrier that lasted for five seconds. “Is this good enough?” “Very good. You may go as well.” Vauren granted permission. “Thanks.” All of his classmates were looking at Kane with disbelief, especially Brian, who then asked, “How did you do that so fast!?” “It’s just luck, I guess.” Kane grinned as he walked away. “Later, Brian. I’ll tell the story in our dorm.” When Kane opened the door, neither Calypso nor Lucrais was around. Not that he cared anyway, so he headed toward the library and arrived at the rooftop. However, something was amiss. At least three unknown people and three magical beasts were visiting this hidden place. Two of them were wearing plain blue mage robes with a flashy lion symbol adorned on the front, standing guard between the doors. On the center lie a triad of griffins — an amalgamation of falcon and lion. They perched on the rooftop, resting. The last person was talking with Liana — or rather, lecturing her. He was a platinum blond man and wearing a gaudy white robe. The impractical long-sleeved coat was left dangling behind for fashion points. He was too far away to be identified. Kane quickly hid behind the walls as they smelled like trouble. After a while, they got rid of the griffins and flew away, blowing gusts of wind in every direction. Now, it was clear to go. He crossed the rooftop. There, Liana sat on the couch, staring at the fireplace. Only after he opened the door, she turned around and ran toward him. “Kane! You’re back!” “I’m only away for a while.” “You didn’t notify me or anything…” “Yeah, it was kind of abrupt. I couldn’t tell you sooner.” “I understand.” “Those people from before… Was one of them your father?” “Yes…” Liana nodded. “He visits me every month to check my well-being. Anyway, where have you been for the past few days?” “I was out of town.” Hiding his involvement with Sharon would be the best action since Liana hadn’t had a good relationship with her. “You were going outside? That’s nice…” Her eyelashes fluttered. “Can you tell me more about it? Please?” “Nah, you won’t be interested.” “Kane, I’ve been confined here for a long time. I’m dying to know what the outside looks like.” Kane became quiet for a while, trying to come up with an answer. Then, he got an idea. Why not tell her his journey to Fort Harkensburg instead? So, he described the process and the green scenery. Liana kept bobbing her head as Kane narrated. Interestingly and fortunately, she didn’t care about his reason to go there. “Whoa, you were flying with a coach pulled by pegasuses? That’s amazing!” she exclaimed. “I bet it was really fun.” “It was. Thanks to Reynar— I mean, Sir Reynar for the opportunity.” “Oh, him.” Liana’s tone changed. “Ever since he came here, I’ve been burdened with paperwork and other boring stuff!” “Huh, I thought you spent most of your time drawing.” “Because I’m so bored! Not much activity I can do here. I really want to ditch everything and explore!” “Why don’t you do that, then?” “I would get shocked every time I crossed the perimeter that my parents set up.” Kane raised his eyebrows. Did her parents imprint a certain spell on her? That shouldn’t be the case since he didn’t see anything strange on her body during that night. Then, she recounted her past in great detail, interrupting his musing. Basically, it all began ten years ago. When she was chasing a cat in the back alley, a man blocked her way. He snatched her and tried to run away before her father saved her from the kidnapper. It was the third time that happened, so her parents decided to lock her away. “That’s the gist of it. Aren’t they cruel, Kane?” “Sounds like they wanted to keep you from any harm. Someone or some group was targeting you.” “Really? I didn’t know that.” Liana’s mouth gaped. But still, after eight years have passed they locked me here! Isn’t that going too far?” “What are you trying to say?” “I need you to find the device that prevents me from leaving the academy’s ground and destroy it. After that, we will visit the city together! Sounds fun, right?” “No. Another time, perhaps.” “What? Why, Kane?” “It’s time-consuming. The device could be anything and not just on your body. It might be more than one, even if your parents are smart.” “We don’t know that until we try.” “Then, you should search for them without me.” “But…” “Stop nagging, Liana!” snapped Kane. “As I said before, I’ll help you later, but not now.” “So, you’re really busy, huh? Well, that’s fine. I should’ve known about it earlier.” Liana uttered a sigh as her face soured. “Wait, I—” “You don’t have to apologize, Kane. I do understand your reason for refusing my request.” She then turned around. “I appreciate your visit, but please come here again later.” Before Kane could say anything, Liana already locked the door, rendering him speechless. He scratched his hair as he didn’t expect her to be mad over the rejection. Perhaps he should’ve chosen better words, but his decision would stay the same regardless. Whatever. Kane already achieved his purpose to visit the place: telling her that he’s fine. Brushing off any distracting thoughts, Kane returned to the library’s first floor using the elevator and was greeted by the librarian. “Kane, a man was searching for you. He’s currently waiting in the garden behind the library,” she said. “Who’s this man and what does he look like?” Kane sensed a possibility of a trap, but it seemed too straightforward for that. “He didn’t say his name and I was too busy working to even look at him. Now, excuse me as I must return to my duty.” The librarian then walked away. Great, now Kane had almost no desire to see this mysterious guy. He could be a potential foe from Aravides, perhaps. Despite that, Kane decided to go after him since the chance of being ambushed was low. If he were to sense any hostility, he could simply flee immediately. In the garden, Kane cast his gaze everywhere. Nothing stood out from the ordinary: the blooming, colorful flowers; people strolling; pairs of lovebirds being affectionate; and a handsome young man reading a book attracting many glances from females. Again, nothing interesting here, so he walked further. “Boy, don’t you dare walk past me! Get over here!” shouted the young man out of the blue. Kane immediately halted his steps. Taking a good look at him, he had long jet-black hair, coupled with thick eyebrows and narrow emerald eyes. “Do I know you?” asked Kane. “Ah, yes. You’ve never seen my alternate self before.” He then pointed upward. “Pay attention above my head.” Kane crossed his arms. Why didn’t he introduce himself? Upon focusing on the man’s head, a tiny insect was hovering above him, radiating a blue aura. “You’re… Maur?”

Everyone chanted their spells as magic circles manifested around them. For some reason, they chose to duel one after another rather than a team fight. Roslain pointed with the white rose wand. “Show me what you’ve got!” Casting [Flaming Hand] spell, Kane lunged forward.  As the rose turned red, Roslain conjured multiple thorny vines on his path, attempting to bind him.  Kane avoided them with ease. He was merely a few steps away from the enemy.  In response, Roslain called forth sharp red petals that revolved around him at high speed. “Come!” He gestured. Charging against such a barrier would lead to heavy-cut wounds, so instead, Kane pretended to punch it before passing through Roslain. He then left the circular room, turned left, and ran. However, a wall of brambles grew from the floor, blocking him. It even reached the ceiling. “Trying to flee?” asked Roslain. “I was looking for fresh air.” “Hmm, the room was cramped anyway.” The rose changed color into blue. He summoned two green big snakes and unleashed them. They slithered toward Kane. Kane immediately cast [Firebomb] — a better version of [Lesser Firebomb] that he spent time refining with Maur for the past week — on each hand. When the snakes bared their fangs, he jammed the red hot balls into their throat. The bombs exploded with much greater power than the lesser version, causing the snakes to be blown into pieces. Not enough! Arcing his body backward, Kane pitched a firebomb at Roslain as strongly as he could. “Hmph.” Roslain flung a petal at the incoming spell. It detonated mid-air. Of course, Kane already knew that would happen, so he threw several firebombs in quick succession. Roslain fended them all while one of them missed the target and blew up far away. He twirled the rose wand again and said, “What a clever usage of a trash-tier spell. However, you need much, much more than tricks to even scratch me.” He was right. Kane knew very few spells compared to the likes of talented mage students such as Roslain. His vast battle experience wasn’t sufficient to beat him. He needed more varieties of spells and mana. If this continued, he would suffer defeat! Narrowing his eyes, Kane conjured a dozen firebombs with his hands at the same time, before tossing them away at Roslain. The firebombs detonated together, causing a chain of explosions. The windblast shattered the windows while the fume covered Roslain. Any Rank 1 monster should be dead by now. But, he still stood there, yawning as if nothing had happened. The petals and vines protected him. Kane charged forward. He cast another firebomb but this time, he clutched and poured his mana into the bomb. It became bigger and heavier. When he was close enough, Kane released it and immediately ran away. It did explode, but… harmless. It produced nothing but a very thick black smoke. “Crap, I poured too much mana,” said Kane. “Indeed, that’s the limitation of low ranked spells.” Several vine whips were projected at Kane. “Ugh!” Kane put up a barrier. He barely managed to defend against them before burning them. Then, Roslain swept the smoke away using the petals. He was unharmed. “Well, well. Aren’t you looking down on me? For your information, I am Roslain ‘White Rose’ Tyler, the second strongest mage in the world under 20 years old. Defeating me with low-ranked spells is impossible.” “Don’t tell me that you only have learned those two spells aside from the barrier. That would be ridiculous,” guessed Roslain. “…”  “Does your silence mean yes? Wait, are you serious? Hahaha!” Roslain cackled.  Somehow, Kane had experienced a similar thing before. Right, Calypso also laughed when fighting him. “Haa… I apologize, but I’m afraid I cannot take you seriously anymore. I thought you’re stronger than Leonard.” Roslain then built a chair made of plants and sat on it. “Nonetheless, you might be able to entertain me; you know how to fight, after all.” The provocation couldn’t be more obvious. If Kane was the same age as his body, he would’ve taken the bite. The key to fighting the likes of him was to not be caught by their tempo, otherwise, one would be controlled like a puppet. Nonetheless, Roslain’s desire to be entertained was rather familiar. “You remind me of someone that I used to know,” said Kane. “Oh? Why is that?” “The guy was a prodigy among prodigies. Not only that, he was blessed with good looks and a smooth tongue, women would flock around him. He basically had achieved everything he wanted on a silver platter, so he was constantly bored. Sound familiar?” “Familiar? He sounds exactly like me! I want to meet him and have a chat,” said Roslain. “He’s already dead, though.” “That’s… a shame. My condolences.” He clicked his tongue. “What was the cause and what was your relationship with him?” “Someone killed him in a fair combat. Until this day, I still don’t know whether he was a friend or foe. Maybe both.” “In any case, he was someone close to you, considering how much you know and feel about him.” “Yes…”  “And his death has left a void in your heart. How tragic.” “That’s a bit—” “I can relate with you, Kane. There was a beautiful girl whom I have known for the longest time. Then…” Roslain then proceeded to tell a story about his unrequited love from childhood.  Quite nauseating to listen to, but Kane had not many options either. He had to survive as long as possible for whatever it takes. --- “Um, Sir Leonard? Sir Roslain told me I’ll have to fight you as… your partner's replacement in case he's absent.” Aya, the younger sister of Izami. She had a rather plump face while her sister had a more pronounced cheek. They both had fair white skin as pale as the moonlight. “I understand. I’d rather not fight against women, but I suppose it can’t be helped,” said Leonard, cracking his fingers. “I apologize for the—” “Let me fight. You won’t be able to beat him due to the nature of your signature spell.” Izami cut her. She wanted to test her swordsmanship. “But…” “Trust me, Aya.” “Alright, I’ll leave it to you.” Aya then bowed. “Excuse me.” After she walked toward Lamille, Leonard stood face to face against Izami.   “We meet again, Leonard Yalhurst.” Izami slowly encircled her opponent, holding on to a sheathed katana.  “Izami Snowheart.” Leonard too did the same while spinning his sword. “How’s your family?” “Pretty well. Mother has recovered from her sickness.” “That’s good to hear—” *Clang!* Izami arrived in front of him, drawing out her katana. Her blade collided against Leonard’s. “It’s pretty rude to cut someone before they finish speaking.” Leonard clenched his teeth. “I hate small talk.” Izami swung her weapon repeatedly with precise movement. Sounds of steel clashing against one another reverberated throughout the room. All of her attacks were parried; each of the slashes pressured Leonard. Leonard thrust at her, but she stepped aside before returning the attack. Caught off guard, the blade slashed his shoulder, penetrating the barrier. He immediately stepped back and maintained the distance. “As expected from Snowheart’s Head Clan’s daughter. Your skill is formidable,” praised Leonard. Running against the white steel, Izami touched the blood, licked it, and sucked her entire finger. “Ah, the blood of Ardera’s apprentice! I should’ve fought you instead of that puny girl back then!” Her pale face had reddened, smiling ear to ear and sweating bullets. “So, that is your true self. Of course.” But, Leonard was not amused. His eyes darkened, brimming with hatred. “What a disappointment.” “More!” She charged in, disregarding any form. She opened up with a wide, vertical swing. Leonard blocked it. Despite her obvious movement, he barely could keep up with her. She was much more agile and erratic than before. There wasn’t any chance for him to riposte. His sword began to dent under the relentless attack regardless of the protective magic. “Come on, Leonard! Don’t just keep blocking! Are you a coward or what!?” “Shut up.” “Insolent weakling! Take this!” Massive aura resembling the head of a white dragon conjured from her katana. “[Snowheart’s Sword Art: Dragon’s Lament]!” “[Sword of the Sun: Supernova].” Leonard’s sword radiated golden light. He threw a beam slash at the dragon’s gaping mouth before splitting it into two. Upon impact, it discharged, producing a blinding radiance. The sheer blast blew Izami away and the surrounding rubbles. The spell damaged her barrier while hurting her internal organs. Clutching her sword, she stabbed the ground to prevent her from sliding further. However, Leonard had teleported in front of her. He unleashed ten slashes in a second and broke her barrier. He slashed her stomach twice before stepping back to avoid counter attack. “Tch, shallow.” Izami grinned as if she was elated yet her eyes said otherwise. “You… were holding back? After all this time?” “I hate violence unless needed. That’s the reason I never show my true power even when losing to your team or most people.” Leonard covered his face, hiding everything but his bloodshot eyes. “And, I happen to despise wicked women! I despise them so much, the thoughts of killing them kept occurring inside my mind.”  Then, he smiled gently. “But, thanks to Quillon’s teachings, I manage to suppress them.” “You’re crazy!” “Not at all, compared to everyone else.” Leonard cut empty air to shed away her blood. “I must be thankful to Kane for giving me a chance to destroy you. I can finally go all out!” “[Sword of the Sun: Holy Flame].” The blue flame lit his sword. Leonard stepped forward while cutting horizontally. “Die!” Izami vanished before he could cut her. In an instant, she reappeared from behind before slashing him. However, she hit nothing but an illusion. Four Leonards appeared again on every side. Only one of them was real. They attacked her at the same time. Crouching, Izami sheathed her sword. “[Snowheart Secret Sword Art: Full Moon]!” She drew a lightning-quick horizontal slash, forming a circular light beam. It slashed all of the illusions at the same time, including the real one. “Ugh!” Leonard winced. The attack managed to penetrate his barrier despite not being destroyed yet. “Heheheh… this is fun!” Izami cackled. “You’re annoying,” replied Leonard. The battle continued as their swords clashed once again.  Hathnuz If you're curious why I haven't uploaded for so long, well aside from depression and anxiety issues, I wanted to improve this chapter, but I couldn't do it.  Oh, I'll also release a new series related to this book. Probably. Thank you for reading until now and sorry for the unannounced hiatus.

"They couldn’t have picked a better time.” Lamille clicked her tongue and distanced herself from the enemies. “Spread out and get your barrier ready!” Leonard commanded. He then cast body enhancement spells, also known as buffs, to himself. Body enchantment spells shared the same purpose as vis: empowering one’s physical ability. The former was easy to learn and maintain but fell off at a high skill level and vice versa for the latter. Kane had initially avoided learning buffs since he could use vis instead, but it seemed he had to learn them sooner or later. The Lumetraxes hurled fireballs toward Kane and others. They hit nobody but the ground. The spreading flame, however, touched his and Lamille’s barrier. Their aura wavered. “These aren’t ordinary Rank 1 Fireballs…” muttered Kane. The attack had drained almost one-third of his barrier strength. “Execute plan A!” Another fireball coming toward them at Leonard and Kane. They swerved and dodged the fire before lunging at respective enemies. “Go forth, Anastasia!” Lamille flung her doll. It transformed into a black giant teddy bear, towering above everyone before dashing toward the last unoccupied enemy. "O water spirits, lend thy power!" Placing his palms on the ground, nine water snakes arose and coiled around him. "So, that’s their signature spell,” said Kane. Signature spell is a unique spell to the user. Most of the time, they’re either self-made or inherited whether by their parents or other sources. Its strength would evolve alongside the user and much stronger than using ordinary spells. No unique spell is completely the same. He had seen various signature spells from other mages, but not everyone managed to develop their own. Watching them in action, Kane too wanted his own signature spell someday. Leonard entered the melee range first. The Lumetraxes unsheathed their serrated insect arms and flaunted their carapace fortress. The closest one to him raised its blade. “[Sword of the Sun: Light Slash]!” Leonard’s Rank 2 sword emanated white light, enchanted by spells. He unleashed a flurry of cuts, fracturing its armor. Paste green blood and flesh spilled on the floor. However, it wasn't enough. The enemy swung its blades repeatedly as Leonard clashed against them. “Their armor is hard to destroy!” he shouted. That was to be expected. Not only the Lumetraxes boasted high offense capability, but they also had formidable defense despite not having any barrier and agility. They would almost always wipe the floor with newbies, especially the foolhardy ones. Fortunately, they lived deep underground and were rare, so the chance to encounter them was unlikely. “You’re using a sword, not a hammer. Aim for the gaps,” said Kane calmly. “I’m trying!” Leonard gave an excuse. Well, swinging with precision certainly required high skill proficiency, even harder at nimble targets. Couldn’t blame him. Kane walked toward one of them. The Lumetrax swung its blade. Kane side-stepped and closed the distance easily. Casting several [Lesser Firebomb] and [Flaming Hand] at the same time, he caught the bombs and jammed it inside its ugly mouth before stepping back. It exploded, scrambling the Lumetrax’s squishy head. Its brain and other organs splattered onto the floor. Meanwhile, everyone was immersed in fighting their enemies. Leonard was still defending himself while the giant teddy bear stalled the other Lumetrax. Hymar finished casting his spell and let loose his slow-moving water snakes. They seemed to be able to manage themselves. Time to move on to the nearby crossroad and deal with more of them. --- Currently, at the Eight Shrouded Stars base, a multi-stories tower was built on the mountain peak. The sheer height even penetrated the clouds. The orange tower could be seen from afar when the sky was clear. Alwan sat on the tower’s balcony, gazing at the participants and others below. Resting beside him, a slender woman clad in a yellow garment poured mead into a mug. Forming a stiff smile, she served the beverage. Alwan cracked an eye-to-eye grin after gulping down his drink. “Look at those dumb fools, entering a meat grinder just to get rewards. Not only have they paid money, but I’ll also get the orbs for nothing! What a splendid plan! Ahahahaha!” He guffawed. When his laughter settled down, he turned toward the woman. "Don't you agree, Failwei?" “I do agree, Master.” She nodded. “We should’ve done the plan sooner otherwise we wouldn’t have to spend our resources to treat the sect members,” he lamented. “…” Failwei kept her mouth shut. She had warned Alwan to not send more disciples due to the danger yet he didn’t listen. Correcting him would earn her a punishment. *Tak!* Alwan slammed the empty mug on the table. “Bring me another!” “Yes, master.” She stood up and entered the inner building. “Hmm, what a fine woman. Shame she belongs to the Gaxanor nobility. If not, I’d do her.” He exhaled deeply. “And luckily for me, The Circle is nowhere to be seen!” “I heard everything, moron.” A deep ethereal voice ridiculed him. “Who’s there!?” Alwan jumped out of his seat. “You aren’t worthy to know my name. All you need to know is that I am representing The Circle.” “The Circle? Hmph, this is a prank, isn’t it? It’s not funny! Come out whoever you are!” He walked around, checking the corner. All of sudden, enormous pressure pushed Alwan down. He dropped to the ground as though he fell from high ground. “Still think this is a prank?” “I-I-I believe you! M-make it stop!” He cowered, unable to speak coherently. The force ceased. Alwan gasped for air. His breathing was erratic. He then prostrated. “O mighty Archmage of The Circle, please forgive me for offending you.” “Not merely an Archmage. Grand Archmage. A word difference but a quite substantial difference in power.” “G-G-Grand Archmage!?” Bullets of sweat formed on every pore of his skin. A legendary existence that only appeared once in a century had visited his humble sect. Normally, Alwan wouldn't believe anyone claiming that title no matter who, but in this situation, he had no choice but to give the benefit of doubt. “Now, choose your words carefully, otherwise not only I will kill you, but I might also—” Massive multiple magic circles manifested, covering the sky. Many curious spectators looked up and discussed what they saw with others. “Accidently put another mountain on top of your mountain.” He threatened gleefully. “This massive scale of magic… it’s a Rank 7 spell!” Alwan gaped in awe, trembling. “I-I’ll tell you everything I know! Please don’t destroy my sect… please! They’re precious to me!” “Answer my question. How did the portal appear?” “It just appeared out of nowhere!” “Tell me more.” “It was the middle of the night. One of our members heard a loud crash around the mountain, so we immediately went there to check it. T-there was a child around nine or ten, I think. When we approached him, he suddenly created a portal and escaped there!” “Then, what?” “W-we have investigated the realm and found the abundance of Lumetraxes, so we tried to hunt them and take their orbs—” “I’ve heard enough. Bye.” Maur then flew away, erasing his presence. “…What?” Alwan was left confused as he leaned on the chair, letting out all the breaths he held. He pinched his cheek just in case he was dreaming. His hands kept shaking as he recalled the experience. “That was close, but… what just happened? What is the Grand Archmage doing here? Or was it truly one? Judging the sheer power…” Suddenly, the door slammed open. “Master! Is everything alright!?” Failwei rushed toward him. “Yeah… no problem.” --- “One down!” Leonard saw the burnt corpse that was killed by Kane. “Hymar, target their necks!” “On it.” The snakes were divided into two directions: at Leonard's and Lamille’s summon’s. They opened their mouths and bit the Lumetraxes’ necks, stunning them. Leonard stabbed the bug's throat. It writhed before dying. On the other side, Lamille finished her spell. An elaborate magic circle appeared beneath the Lumetrax. It tried to flee, but the giant doll held its limbs. A pillar of black flame burst forth. When it was over, all that was left was a charred bug and the doll. “Great job, everyone.” Leonard sheathed his sword. “Especially Lamille. You already mastered [Abyss’s Pillar].” Lamille giggled. “I’ve been training hard for the past few weeks.” “It would be better if you… warned me first before… you burn my darlings,” said Hymar. “I didn’t ask for your help,” said Lamille. “But, fine. I’ll consider your advice.” “Where is Kane?” asked Leonard. “I saw him going… over there.” Hymar pointed at the three-way intersection. Lamille shifted her eyes. “Did he run away?” “I very, very much doubt it.” Leonard shook his head. “Wait, I heard noises coming from that direction! Let’s go!” He then dashed toward the previously pointed direction, followed by the two. Upon taking the corner, they stopped, petrified as if they turned into a stone. A plethora of decapitated Lumetraxes and their severed heads littered the corridor. The smell of burnt meat permeated the air from their cauterized necks. In the distance, Kane could be seen fighting the two remaining Lumetraxes, or rather, dancing around them to the Class-S students’ eyes. He avoided incoming spells and attacks by hair’s breadth before cleaving their heads with a pair of burning axes. Finished killing all of them, he stood still, catching his breaths. He turned his head toward them, revealing a wicked grin yet cold eyes. “You’re too slow.”

“What!? Only three?”“I demand a retry!” The failed applicants let out annoying complaints. It took some time for them to leave. “Congratulations. All of you are now official Alchemy Club members.” The teacher applauded, then the other club members followed her gesture. She continued, “Especially you, Sharon. A president such as yourself will bring benefits to this club!” “You’re praising too much, teacher.” Sharon humbled. Kane stood still, smiling a little. Truth be told, he had no interest in joining the club since his intention was to approach Sharon, which was already fulfilled. Nevertheless, there was no harm in honing a less proficient trade; it could be handy in the future. Smithing was still the highest priority, though, so he would have to skip some club activities. However, a question lingered in his mind: Why did Sharon choose the Alchemy Club? Kane had considered a considerable amount of possibility, but there was no way of knowing for certain without asking her directly. After some brief introductions of members and rules, the club activity was over. The sky was painted in orange color and sparse clouds loomed over the landscape. Kane heaved a sigh while cleaning the mess from the test before. It’s a tradition, they said, but to him, it was an excuse to relieve themselves from the duty — or revenge from when they were freshmen. Whatever the case, he should complete the given task first; complain later — unlike his classmate. “Arghh! Why did they make so much mess!?” Lucrais slammed the small broom onto the ground. “You can’t expect every student to be neat.” Kane swept the ingredient leftovers on one of the tables, collecting them into the dust bin. “I know!” She picked up the broom and wiped the table. “But, they have parents, right? Why didn’t they teach them basic manners like cleaning their own mess?” “First-year Lucrais.” A low yet chilling voice called from Sharon. She was erasing the blackboard. “Please focus on your duty and stop complaining.” “S-s-sorry, Senior Sharon.” Lucrais lowered her head. As expected from the president of the student council. He did want to tell Lucrais to shut up, but most likely it wouldn’t have much effect on her since he lacked authority status. “Why are you helping us, Senior? A fifth-year like you shouldn’t concern yourself with this task,” said Kane, curious. “Good question,” she said. “We’re all new members, after all. It would be unfair for me to leave you both.” “Um, senior?” uttered Lucrais, raising her hand. “Can I ask you a question?” “Go ahead, Lucrais. Don’t be afraid to ask, as long as it’s not too personal.” “Why did you join the Alchemy Club? I mean, there are much more popular clubs out there, so…” [i]Good question, Lucrais![/i] Kane never foresaw that she would ask that. Thanks to her, he’d know the reason without compromising himself. “I’ve been interested in alchemy long before I became a student. Unfortunately, my father ordered me to make connections with the nobles. Now that I’ve established my position in this school, I’m free to pursue my interests,” she explained. Kane observed her eyes, face, gestures, and even her voice tone. Nothing suspicious. Based on his judgment, she was telling the truth. Sharon then asked back, “What about you two?” “I want to follow my mother’s path!” said Lucrais with a pair of fiery eyes. “To get closer to you, Senior,” admitted Kane. Upon hearing his answer, they turned their head toward him, wide-eyed. “My, what an honest answer,” Sharon chuckled, then bit her lower lip. “Did you just confess?” “Shameless!” yelled Lucrais. Her face reddened a little. “Lucrais, please don’t insult your classmate like that.” Sharon then looked at Kane. “Passing the harsh test simply because you’re interested in me is admirable.” “Thank you for your praise.” He bowed his head. “However, I prefer a slow relationship, so we must get to know each other first.” She winked. “Do you get it?” “Yes!” answered Kane. Half an hour later, the room was restored to the previous state. Kane locked the door as the last person leaving. He gave the brass key to a janitor waiting outside along with Sharon and Lucrais. The janitor then left first, followed by others in the opposite direction. --- The next day, Kane walked along the path in the garden under the clear sky. Numerous butterflies flapped their wings above the colorful flowers blooming in the midst of summer. It somewhat reminded him of his last battle against Aureus, albeit less green. Many students were sightseeing with their friends — mostly female. Some were sitting together on benches with their partner. Some were indulging themselves in their activity alone. Kane ventured further to the edge. A long, vines-covered steel fence served as the boundary of the garden. On the other side, the area was pretty much the same except for some white round gazebos that were built. He spotted some students sitting together, enjoying their wines, fruits, and cheeses, accompanied by first-years — judging from their height. In front of the entrance arch, a burly male student stood, leaning against the fence. His face and body were plastered with cotton and bandages. He was Will, the student who tried to intimidate Kane but was stopped by Sharon. Despite having a sword on his hip and a built body, Kane didn’t see him among the Weapon Arts club. “Yo, shorty. You’ve been making a name for yourself, huh? Thought you’re gonna end up as some nobles’ bootlicker,” said Will. He probably was referring to his duel against Leonard and Sharon’s invitation. “What happened to you? Why are you here?” asked Kane back, squinting his eyes. “My condition is none of your business. I’m here on behalf of the Pres as your guide.” Will took out a brass pocket watch from his pocket and flipped it open. “You’re a bit late. Where have you been?” “Finding this place; I’ve never been here before.” Kane patted his hair. In reality, he had visited Evelyn’s Apothecary and the main building. “Eh, whatever.” Will turned around. “Follow me.” The two moved forward along the path that somewhat resembled a dry pine tree without the little branches. Facing Will’s broad back, Kane took this opportunity to reveal a small vial containing yellow liquid from his sleeve. He chugged it in one gulp and then threw it away to the bed of flowers nearby. Will then stopped and turned around. “What was that?” “Is there something wrong?” Kane cocked his head, pretending to be ignorant. There was a brief pause before Will resumed his walk. “Huh. Must’ve been my imagination.” They kept going straight until the path’s end. Another gazebo, but unlike the others, this one was as big as his classroom. Six tall marble pillars supported the hexagonal canopy. Artistic carvings were engraved on them, similar to the ones in the elevator in the royal library. In the center, there was a large round covered in white fabric, coupled with a complete set of silver tableware. Seven ornamented chairs encircled the table; one of them was occupied by Sharon on the far end. Two unremarkable male students were guarding the staircase. Based on their complexion and height, they were the same age as Will. “Before you proceed, I’m afraid we must inspect your body for dangerous items,” said one of them with a monotonous voice “Do what you must.” Kane had anticipated this because he once attended a tea party back in his previous life. Thus, he brought and hid nothing in his body except the potion that he threw away. They patted his clothing up and down. From his torso to his arms and legs, even shoes. The search took half a minute. “You may go ahead.” Their lifeless eyes pointed toward the table. As he stepped into the gazebo, Sharon spoke, “Welcome, Kane. Please take a seat.” “I’m sorry for being late.” He plopped on the closest chair. “That’s fine. I also only arrived here just a while ago.” Sharon clapped twice above her head. One of the servants brought a steel cloche and a tray underneath it. He placed it in the center, then revealed the dish. It was roasted venison, sprinkled with salts. Another servant followed up with a basket of fruits, a bowl of boiled potatoes, and a bottle of pure red wine. They poured the beverage into each goblet before excusing themselves. Kane swallowed his saliva. They looked delicious. Both grabbed each of the food onto their plate and began savoring their meal. Kane had no concern for any poison in them since Sharon ate from the same source too. His wine was also derived from a single bottle. Finished eating, Kane sipped the red wine. It tasted a little acidic and sweet, different compared to the diluted wine that he’d been drinking every lunch. --- They proceeded to talk about mundane things about school, complaining about friends and teachers, hobbies, etc. In the midst of conversation, Sharon drank the wine and rested her chin under her interlaced fingers. “In case you didn’t know, I’m the one who stole the Black Feather,” she revealed. “…” He drank it again, staring with cow eyes. “What?” Sharon creased her brows. “You can drop your pretense, Kane. I already know your intention, and the fact that you’re Reynar’s golden child.” Her tone grew sassier than before. “Since when?” Kane stiffened. “Since you entered that man’s room for the first time.” She rose from her seat, ambled toward Kane, and whispered, “I have ears everywhere in this academy, in case you didn’t know.” Kane stood up. As soon as he did that, the servants chanted spells, aiming at Kane and waiting to be cast. They surrounded him from every side. “Sit down. It’s the best course of action for you,” warned Sharon. He remained motionless for a moment before returning to his seat. “So, everything you did… was just a sham? Even our first encounter?” “You think I was being sincere? Fufufu, how naive.” Sharon stood upright. “Although, I must admit. I didn’t expect you to pass the test, despite my effort to deter you along with everyone else. My plan was almost ruined.” “No wonder the test was strange from the start. You rigged it!” realized Kane. “Then, why did you steal that feather?” “Why? Because—” Sharon rested on the edge of the table, staring down at him. “—secret! You’re not in the position to find anything about me, Kane. In fact, I can end your life, right here, right now.” “Please… let me go. I’ve nothing against you, Senior,” he pleaded. “Oh, you pitiful boy. Rest assured, I won’t harm you and let you free.” Kane’s face brightened. “Really?” “But, you must earn it.” Sharon arched a sly brow as she took out a golden pocket watch. “The effect should appear by now.” “What do you mean—” His eyes lost focus, then shut closed, crashing onto the floor. The goblet bounced off and spilled the wine. “Sweet dreams, Kane.”

Hathnuz Sorry for the lack of updates, folks. Truth to be told, I was so addicted to something, I cast aside almost everything including writing. But now that I've recovered , I'm going to post chapters again. In the darkness, Kane was sitting on the floor along with his neatly folded clothes. He grabbed them one by one on the floor first before inserting them inside the backpack. After everything was in place, he grabbed it and reached for the door. “Where are you going?” The magic lantern lit up, radiating a dim light. Kane turned around; Calypso was watching all along. “Somewhere far from here. I can’t tell you exactly where and when I’ll return.” This time, Kane had nothing to hide. “For what purpose?” “Training.” “Could you not train here?” “No. I need a special environment,” answered Kane as if he already knew the details. Giving vague answers would lead to more questions. “With whom?” “Enough! Why are you being nosy lately?” he snapped. Kane expected the prince to shout back; he didn’t. Instead, Calypso arched his back, staring up. “You’re correct. I’ve stepped beyond my boundary,” he apologized. A prideful prince like him admitting his mistake? Kane couldn’t believe what he just heard. His behavior was also weird. He wasn’t a busybody type like Lucrais. Could it be…? “Don’t tell me that you’re jealous,” guessed Kane. “No way! Why should I be jealous of a bumpkin like you?” “Suit yourself, then.” Kane turned around. “See you around.” “Wait!” “What is it?” half-shouted Kane with an annoyed tone. “May I… come with you?” “That’s…” Kane was speechless, didn’t know how he should answer that. “Nevermind! Forget what I’ve just said!” Calypso bolted past through him and stormed out from the room. The loud footsteps filled the night as they gradually disappeared. “What’s up with him?” Kane simply shrugged before leaving his dorm room with the backpack. At the front of the main gate, he looked around to find Maur. Then, a familiar voice called him from behind. “Over here, boy!” One of the pointy spikes of the gate glowed blue then the small light flew toward Kane like a firefly. “You didn’t bring your human body?” asked Kane. “I prefer my original form. I can fly freely without being concerned about my mana, unlike when I was a human. There is another reason, but I shall tell you later,” said Maur. “So, how do we get there?” he asked again. “With a certain vehicle, of course! The coach should arrive shortly.” Indeed, a couple of moments later, the sound of hooves trotting and turning wheels echoed from a distance, getting closer and closer. The moment it arrived, Kane instantly recognized the coach. “Isn’t this Reynar’s?” “Oh, you have ridden it?” Maur continued talking as the door opened. “I borrowed from him since mine is too far away.” After the faceless mannequin familiar opened the door for them, they entered it before setting off. They traveled on the ground until they left the city, then flew away. “You still owe me an explanation.” Kane initiated the conversation. “We are heading to Mount Riehl in the northeast of Colvanza.” “Riehl… wasn’t it owned by some reclusive mage sect? What business do we have there?” “Correct. A small but reputable sect named Eight Shrouded Stars is holding an event for mage apprentices in the next few days. You’re going to participate in it.” “Hmm, interesting. What kind of event is it?” Maur paused for a while. “I have no idea.” “You’re kidding.” “The details are kept secret. All I can infer is that they promise abundant benefits for the participants and it’s a competition, essentially. Do not be too concerned since The Circle is watching, meaning there is almost no chance for them to scam people unless they wish to be obliterated from the face of Dunai!” “Competition, huh? Classic,” said Kane. He doubted it would be a typical tournament since it promised benefits for everyone. “You bet! It is a standard method to encourage growth as experience is much more than any training. You might even gain insight from merely observing them.” “Right.” Kane nodded. “Are Niflenia students also participating?” “According to Rey, some of the Class-S students have already been on their way there.” “I see.” Kane rested his head on the window, watching the sunrise. “Are you concerned about your identity, boy?” asked Maur. “Not really. I don’t want the Class-S to discover me, though, because that might cause suspicions.” Kane couldn’t care less about people’s opinions regarding him. Besides, the more they underestimate him, the better chance for him to win. The biggest reason was he wanted to avoid meeting Sharon; that would be one helluva awkward meeting. Speaking of her, would she even participate in the event? Or she was presumably still reporting to her family. He hoped for the latter. In the case of the former, Kane had to avoid her at all cost. “Rest assured, I have prepared a solution for such trivial conundrum,” said Maur. For the rest of the journey, Kane practiced creating barriers and other spells to fill his free time. The trip was long and uneventful. It took three days and two nights of flying to arrive there — much longer if they were to travel on land. --- A week later. Beneath the cloudy sky, the coach landed before parking at some forest’s edge near an open tundra. Kane stepped on the yellowed grass as a chilly wind blew onto his face, rustling his hair and simple linen cloak that hid everything but his face. In the distance, a collection of wooden houses around marshes and hilly terrain. The slope steadily became steeper as the height became higher. A particular walled fort was built on top of the mountain range with a long, narrow staircase. “There it is, Mount Riehl. The sect lies beyond the hamlet and at the highest mountain peak,” said Maur on his shoulder. “This somehow reminds me of Palace of Saints albeit less steep and dangerous,” Kane remarked as he approached the settlement. “Is that your club’s base?” “Club… How could you say that?” “You so-called saints do nothing but assemble once in a while for no important reason. That is no different than a club. Am I wrong?” “No,” answered Kane reluctantly. The group was created to share insights between their members whether from discussions or friendly duels and other ceremonial activities. They happened to become famous as time passed by because of the fact that only truly strongest warriors may join. Despite their immense power, they still had little to no influence in world politics nor clear organizational hierarchy; unlike The Circle. Passing through some buildings, Kane spotted some people in typical school uniforms walking toward the same location as him. The residents — mostly humans and sometimes dwarves — tried to sell their hamlet’s specialties: mushrooms and fishes. They were ignored. Most students couldn’t be bothered to climb the staircase, so they chose to cast levitating magic, a flying broom, and flying mounts, and other easy methods. Kane, on the other hand, ascended solely using his feet, causing some passersby to mock him. Not being lazy was frowned upon, apparently. At the end of the stairs, a massive walled gate greeted him. A pair of huge runic letters were painted on each side of the door. Based on his current understanding of runic letters, the left side meant ‘sky’ while the right side meant ‘earth’. The sizable crowd stood around and was separated by the school they represented. They were chatting with their classmates while waiting for the gates to be opened. Although, some were loners much like Kane. The S-class students were at the far edge. There were only three of them: Leonard, the guy who was good with swords; Hymar, the blue rubean; and lastly… Lamille, the gloomy girl who clutched her doll all the time. Kane heaved a relieved sigh; Sharon didn’t tag along with them. “Attention!” A loud masculine shout came from the top of the gate. There stood a bald man with eight dots forming a circle on his forehead, accompanied by four hooded people wearing orange robes. If it wasn’t for the magic staff, Kane would mistake him as a monk… or perhaps he was. “Welcome to Mount Riehl, apprentices! You may call me Alwan, the head of Eigh Shrouded Stars. The mountain might be a little chilly, but we will make sure to provide y’all with adequate accommodations.” He then snapped his fingers; the four people conjured lutes and began playing soothing music. “Without further ado— Ah, I almost forgot. Please pay the competition fee before entering our sect.” More people jumped from the walls. Carrying a leather sack, they visited each group and requested 500 gold upfront. Kane already knew this beforehand and paid it with Maur’s money. A couple of minutes later, all the fees had been gathered and everyone was able to pay. The members were gathered in one place and reported to their leader. “Once again, without further ado, I permit y’all to enter our sect! Be mindful and respect us otherwise we won’t hesitate to eliminate y’all from the competition!” warned Alwan. The gate opened by magic. Kane followed the group as they entered the inner section of the sect. When he passed by the two guards clad in fur armor, one of them yelled, “You there, the one in a black cloak.” “Me?” asked Kane, pointing to himself. He was the only person who hid his face and wore such clothing after all. “That’s right. Show your face before going further,” he instructed. Some people turned around to see the scene. Kane already knew this was going to happen, so he removed his hood and showed his appearance — or rather, fake appearance. His horns now were gone. His usual red spiky hair had turned into black hair drooped like a waterfall, covering his forehead with messy bangs. His face too had morphed into an even more plain-looking one. “Which academy are you from?” the guard inquired again. The other guard cast a spell that would determine his age, regardless of any body-altering spells or potions. It was a low ranked spell, so Kane’s true age wouldn’t be exposed. “I’m independent,” lied Kane. “Are you alone?” “Yes. I had a tutor, but he died last year.” There was a brief discussion between the guards. One of them said, “Fine, you may go ahead.” Kane walked past him as the crowd returned to mind their business. Fortunately, they didn’t mind the shape-shifting potion that Maur gave to him. Still, a question lingered in his mind. “Why didn’t you show yourself? They must’ve known you, right?” he asked Maur who was hiding inside his cloak. “Not quite. Almost everyone merely recognizes my human form.” Kane then cast his gaze into his surroundings. The buildings were large and wide with uneven stones as their foundation. Their frame consisted of woods and thick stitched leathers, creating a weird form of art. Treading the cobblestone path, many people were watching the students from afar. However, nobody seemed to have the power of The Circle. Not even close. “Where are your colleagues?” “They aren’t here.” “I thought The Circle was watching the event.” “Indeed. I was telling the truth.” “So, why—” Then, Kane was hit by the realization. “Oh, I get it. You’re responsible for the task.” “You finally figured that out, boy! I expect more from you. This should be the job for our mooks, but I’ve decided to handle the matter by myself since I was going to accompany you anyway.” “Why are you hiding yourself?” “I want to see their true nature, their integrity. People tend to commit crimes when there’s nobody around, no? It also applies here. This is the main reason why I stay in my ant form,” explained Maur. “Any more questions, boy?” “That’s all for now,” said Kane. Meanwhile, people in front of Kane were whispering and taking glances at him. “Why is he talking to himself?”“Maybe he’s an eccentric type.”“That explains it. What a weirdo.” Kane ignored them and continued to look around. He smelled very faint but sharp and familiar smells: blood mixed with herbal medicines. It came from one of the buildings quite far from him. A group of sect members rested on the floor as other uninjured members were treating their wounds. What happened to them? Kane wanted to ask Maur, but he had already gone. Before he could search him, Alwan’s other speech had begun. After ascending a second staircase, they arrived at yet another gate that was located quite further from the sect. “Here we are, the purpose we held a competition lies behind these doors.” He turned around to his sect members. “Open it.” They pulled the doors and revealed a pulsating red hole in the center of an open field. Heat haze blew onto Kane's face and raised the surrounding temperature. “A dimensional tear?” uttered Kane.

Kane entered the cage once more. This time, his opponent was… An elf child. The same race as Athera, except this one had slightly yellow skin. A very typical elf girl: blue eyes, blonde hair, small frame, and could be nice to look at if not for her malnourished body. Scars marred her silky skin, presumably from a whip. With hunched back, she dragged her feet into the arena. The crowd was discussing among themselves. Vague chatters and whisperings filled the whole room, whereas there were cheers and jeers from his previous fight. Much less jovial when compared to before. Was it because the match hadn’t started yet? Looking above with his peripheral vision, a rather tall man was accompanying Sharon. He emanated a faint yet intense and familiar aura. Death. His juvenile eyes hid many lives he had taken. Kane had to avoid encountering him at all cost unless it was inevitable; yet at the same time, he wished to exchange blows with that man to scratch his itch of battling strong foes. Still, this left a question: how did Sharon get acquainted with such a monster? “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the second bracket of the tournament!” A tournament? No wonder she wanted him to win without any losses. It all made sense. “In the west corner, a lovely elf hailing from the elven forest, Fyithren. She is… Syllllphinaaa the Weak!” “Now in the east corner, this wild, tender, fervent, and promising half-oni, has won his debut match, Kaaanee!” --- “She looks very strangle-able to me,” said Ral. “Don’t worry too much, Sharon.” “The problem is, she shares many similarities with me.” “But, you both are nothing alike besides being a girl.” He cocked his head. She kneaded her forehead, sighing. “Haah, forget that I said anything.” “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Ral snapped, but Sharon paid no heed to his words. Sitting above the cage, the referee shouted, “Begin!” Kane readied his stance. Suddenly, Slyphina leaped forward at great speed, causing him to step back. When he was about to counterattack, she prostrated in front of him. He halted his movement. “What are you doing?” “P-please spare me!” she begged. “I don’t want to fight!” “How did you win, then?” Kane folded his arms. “I… I was just very lucky! My opponent was a boy who…” She then rambled about how she managed to snatch a win. It was mostly a lie that she came up right on the spot. Meanwhile, Ral yawned loudly, stretching his arms and rocking the chair. “Start the fight already!” “It’s already begun.” Sharon fiddled with her luscious lips. “Huh!? They haven’t hit each other yet, though?” “I meant figuratively.” She sighed once again. “You need to use your brain more, Ral.” While they were talking, Sylphina was still going on about her story. Kane then interrupted her, “Enough! I get it already. I won’t lay a hand on you.” “You… you mean it?” She beamed a smile. “Yes. I’ll think of something.” He turned around. What an idiot! Curling a wide grin, she pounced at his exposed back, aiming for the neck. The crowd erupted in an excited outcry as though they knew that this would happen. Sharon looked away and clenched her fists altogether while Ral stooped over the railing, grinning. Out of the blue, Sylphina took a heel to the cheek. She spun around mid-air before crashing into the cage. The loud thud caused the steel bars to shake a little. The elf girl lay limp, blood dripping from her mouth; the kick displaced a couple of her teeth. At the east corner, Kane’s leg lingered above the ground. The crowd became silent, agape. “What just happened?” asked Sharon. “He spun his body and delivered a kick without looking. Either he’s one lucky kid or…” “Or?” “Find out by yourself. Just use your smart brain!” he teased. Pouting, Sharon tossed a small [Mana Ball] at Ral’s arm. “Ow! What was that for?” He shrunk back. “Nothing.” She sulked for a moment before continuing to watch the fight again. Kane drew closer toward Sylphina. He stared at her, brooding over her. Her body was convulsing. Whimpering, she opened her mouth and murmured, “You said… you won’t lay… your hand on me…” “I still haven’t, though,” he said nonchalantly. “You bastard—” Kane drove his foot against her face, knocking her to the side. He ambled toward her. “Deceiving your opponent is a good tactic. Nothing wrong with that. Unfortunately…” Lifting one foot, he continued, “I’m very familiar with it. Too bad that you’re facing me.” He then stomped the back of her head repeatedly. The spectators cringed with every stomp. When Kane finally stopped after seven times, one of them yelled, “Finish her, Kane!” The others followed, gradually becoming a chant. “Finish her!”“Finish her!”“Finish her!” Kane gazed at the pitiful Sylphina for a while. He decided to walk away. The referee then declared, “The winner is Kane!” The crowd applauded, mixed with disappointment, either because he spared her life or they had lost the bet. “You see, Sharon? I was right all along!” boasted Ral. Sharon stood up. “I’m going to withdraw my earnings. You stay here.” She left him behind. “Tch! Getting ignored again.” He clicked his tongue, then his eyes gleamed with a hint of deviltry. --- Kane followed the warden into his cell while recalling the previous match. He yawned as a tear droplet formed in the corner of his eyes. It’d been a while since the last time he’d fought a female. Was he a bit too cruel back there? Perhaps, but it was necessary. Stomping the head was a countermeasure to cripple her, preventing any surprise attack and revenge in the future. His main concern was Sharon discovering his true side. She might’ve become more cautious toward him, which wasn’t very desirable. Not to mention the man who sat beside her. Kane hoped that he was merely a passerby and not sticking around too long. At the same time, he wanted to find out his combat ability. The warden unbound Kane’s shackle after he was inside. Closing the door, they suddenly collapsed, leaving the door half-opened. “Don’t tell me it’s him…” He peeked outside. His hunch was correct. From the left, the man from before drew closer, emitting a fearsome aura and causing the warden along with the guards to faint. However, Kane felt nothing as if the man didn’t direct his intent at him. “Kane, I know you’re there. Let’s play together!” he shouted. His childish tone contrasted his ferocious voice. “Who are you?” asked Kane. “I’m Ral, your biggest fan! I wanna fight you!” “Get lost! I’m too tired!” he yelled back, baiting him to get here. “If you won’t come out, then—” In a blink of an eye, Ral arrived in front of the door. He retracted his fist, directed at the door. “—I’ll just force you.” Before he swung forward, Kane quickly kicked the steel door, causing Ral to punch nothing but air. The windblast swirled inside; it extinguished the lit candle. If not for his fast reflex, the door would be destroyed. What an enormous power! He didn’t even use vis. “Ah, crap—” Ral tripped, falling to his knees. Kane grabbed Ral’s wrists and stepped on his back, restraining him — until he stood upright, easily broke the clutch with sheer strength, and turned around to punch again. Not enough time to react, Kane raised both arms. The blow sent him flying backward and struck the stone wall. With a maniacal smile, Ral pounced. Kane swerved, avoiding the punch to his arm. “Hey! Don’t just run away!” cursed Ral. “Be a man and fight me!” “No, you fight me,” provoked Kane. Ral snickered as he threw a blistering jab. Kane parried it while giving a counter hook punch to the body. He missed as Ral bent before swinging a hammerfist with his left. Kane leaned backward; the fist hit the wall instead. Sidestepping, he held Ral’s arm and delivered a roundhouse kick to his knee, trying to trip him off. He didn’t even budge. Kane backed away, maintaining some distance. They were staring at each other. “What’s the matter, tired already?” taunted Ral. “Hm? You’re smiling. Could it be…” Kane was silent, listening and recovering his spent energy. “…is there something funny on my face?” He furrowed. “You’re much dumber than I expected,” scoffed Kane before facepalming. He shouldn’t have said that, yet he still blurted that out. Old habit. As exciting as it might be, his life was the number one priority, so angering him when he possessed no weapon and was much weaker than the opponent was a stupid idea. “Ah?” Ral’s vein popped. His face contorted in anger. “A mere half-oni dares to mock my intelligence. Only Sharon and others are allowed to do that!” In a blink of an eye, he was already in front of Kane. Ral flailed, thrashing like a mad man. Narrowing his eyes, Kane swung his hands, parrying and dodging according to his opponent’s movement and tells. His barrages were predictable yet swift. Kane’s body barely kept up with the assault. As a result, Ral began pushing him back. Every attack he took, the more bruises he accumulated. If this continued further, his body would crumble. Kane ran backward, creating a space once more. He was gasping for air, and his heart was pounding in his ears. The ceaseless offense wore him quicker than he had expected. Almost no time to breathe. To make it worse, he couldn’t use enough vis to guarantee his life. This fight could end him. But that was okay. The more struggle he experienced, the more interesting the fight was. And the risk of death — the mere thought of it was thrilling. That was why he never wanted to meet Ral; Kane might lose sight of himself as the fight went on. Of course, he had to avoid dying for the second time before accomplishing his goal. Fleeing was always an option. “You’re not half-bad, kid,” praised Ral. “Same goes to you.” “Hoo, does that mean I’m just ‘not half-bad?” He burst out laughing. “I’ll make you regret saying that!” “Wait, I meant that as a compliment—” Alas, his opponent paid no heed to Kane’s clarification. Massive red vis engulfed Ral. It grew almost two times larger than his body. Forget parrying and blocking, getting a mere glancing blow by that would kill him outright. Kane’s heart was pounding even faster. Should he try to withstand the enraged Ral? Or escape as quickly as possible?

“Prepare yourself!” snarled Ral. His vis was revolving around his arm and growing in size. It began to resemble a giant gauntlet. Kane gulped. He should run away! And yet, his feet stayed in place. To his defense, fighting Ral could make him stronger and more experienced, even though he had once already reached his peak. An absurd rationalization for normal folks, but as a warrior at heart, it wasn’t. Finished deciding, he readied his stance. “That’s enough!” a familiar female voice echoed throughout the hallway. Four black chains were projected from the direction behind Ral. They roped him in until he was bound, unable to struggle. His vis dissipated when he was fully restrained. Then, Sharon came into their view, striding while yanking the chains she previously cast and knocking him down. Ral shouted at her, “Oi, Sharon! Don’t interrupt our fight—” Then, her pointy long laced boot stepped on his forehead, grinding against him. “Ow!” “Do you realize what you have done? Were you trying to kill him!?” she shouted, scowling. A jarring contrast to her usual kind and calm demeanor. Just when Kane thought he had seen her true side. “Hey, I know my power, okay? I was just testing him—” Sharon stomped on him and chained his mouth. “Ugh!” he groaned again. “No more excuses! Your ludicrous strength can easily…” She halted her berating midway when she noticed Kane looking at her. Her previous furious face turned into a smiling, gentle one. How eerie. “Ahem! I’m very, very sorry, Kane, for his behalf and mine. I should’ve paid more attention to him.” She bowed as Ral squirmed underneath her foot. “Seems like you two are close,” commented Kane. “That’s because he’s my older brother, Ral. I and my other siblings have been watching him for a long time. He tends to get into troubles.” She sighed. “How come you two don’t look similar?” Due to the loose chain, Ral was able to speak, “We were adopted! Mmh…” The chain was tightened again. “Stop saying needless things!” she shouted at him, then switched the topic. “Oh no, Kane! You’re badly injured! You must be treated immediately!” Kane inspected his arms; they were all black and blue. Painful sensations began surging into his brain. He knelt as he grimaced in silence. In the meantime, Sharon rushed to wake the wardens up and told one of them to find medics. She said to Kane, “I know this is obvious, but you need to recuperate as much as possible. I’ll delay the matches the best I could; this is partially my fault to begin with.” “So, you won’t give me some healing, then?” “I wish I can, but I have to take care of him first. I’ll visit you again tomorrow. Rest well, Kane.” She bid goodbye, dragging Ral with her. Kane waddled toward the bed and sank into it. He checked his arms again. They looked awful, but at least they were not broken nor cracked. What a monstrous power that guy had. Ral’s raw strength was probably nearing that of the Bow Saint, the mightiest saint, despite his scrawny body and young age. Nonetheless, he was much, much far behind in terms of vis quality when compared to a saint. A nigh-impossible feat for a mortal. Usually, monsters rank 5 or above had that might. Few of them could transform into a human-like form, but they would’ve retained some of their monster features, which wasn’t seen in Ral. Also, he was rather dumb unlike those who had that ability. So, what was his secret then? No point in thinking about that for now. In any case, Kane yearned to encounter him again someday. A duel where they could unleash their utmost ability and power without interference. It was obvious that Ral was holding back and not used to unarmed combat. Although admittedly, he might have suffered more debilitating injuries if not for Sharon’s interruption. Despite constant reminders to himself, it was hard to think rationally in heated moments. This wasn’t the case before reincarnating. Perhaps it was related to his new, young body. --- Traversing the dim hallway, Sharon pulled the chained Ral around. No words had been uttered between them since parting ways with Kane. “You can release me now. I promise I won’t hurt him again until he stops being your champion,” he said. “…” “Still mad, eh? Fine, I’ll do it by myself, then.” Ral broke free from the bondage with ease as the chains shattered into pieces before disappearing. He stood up and patted his clothing. “How was he?” asked Sharon, still looking ahead. “Much better than I expected. At first, I thought I could beat him by just playing around, but he managed to defend himself from all of my punches!” he praised. “All? Are you sure?” She turned her head and stared at him. “Yes!” shouted Ral. “It’s like he was already used to fighting me for some reason. Come to think of it, it felt like I was fighting a seasoned warrior instead of a kid. Man, his childhood must’ve been full of bloodbaths and stuff. Like us.” “To make you this excited… he must be one of your worthy opponents.” “No, not yet. Maybe in three or four years. Heh, I can’t wait until then.” He chuckled. “Where did you find him anyway? Somewhere in the Untamed Land? Since people from there are stronger than usual.” “From my school. He wanted to become a mage, apparently.” “What!? You can’t be serious! How—” Sharon placed her finger on Ral’s mouth, silencing him. “I’ll explain to you right away.” --- The next day, Kane rose, yawning. He noticed that his arms were covered in bandages. On the table, there was a plate full of pieces of bread, sliced meats, and green veggies. He wolfed them down like a hungry beast. He had been sleeping for a long time; his stomach was gnawing on him from inside. “Slow down, Kane, or you’re going to choke on that,” warned Sharon, standing behind the cell door. She brought the same box from yesterday and Ral with her. “Sup, Kane?” he greeted. Kane swallowed the food and paused eating. “What do you two want?” “That’s not the correct tone to speak to your masters. Looks like I’ve been too nice. Shall I ‘educate’ you as I did with Ral?” she threatened. “Sorry, that was uncalled for. I was still… agitated because of your brother for causing these injuries.” “Well, I can’t blame you for that. Apology accepted for this time.” Sharon whipped her fringe, then turned her gaze at Ral. “If only my brother here can also admit his mistake.” “Hmph! I would never apologize to anyone but Father,” he remarked. “But yeah, I was a bit too excited back then. No hard feelings, okay? I was just testing you.” “Sure…” answered Kane half-heartedly. “Wait here, Ral.” After giving the box to Ral, she then entered the cell and sat on the chair. “I want to talk about your match yesterday versus Sylphina.” “Yeah? What about it?” “Are you always… that ruthless?” “Err…” Kane scratched his neck. He had foreseen this question beforehand. “I was angry that he tried to strangle me from behind. It’s a cowardly move in oni culture.” “Even if she was a girl?” “A girl? I thought she was a boy!” exclaimed Kane. “Does the name Sylphina strike you as a boy’s name? Even after the announcer said she’s a girl.” “I’m not that familiar with elven names. Also, I didn’t hear what he was saying at that time. I was too busy thinking how to win,” he blurted out more lies. He wanted to punch himself for saying that, but still, it was necessary. “Again, I’m sorry if I was too cruel. I didn’t mean to do that. I just want to win.” Sharon squinted, undoubtedly doubting his words, while Kane simpered to hide the truth. “I’m afraid that we aren’t on the same page here. To be frank, I don’t give the slightest damn about that elf since she’s been a thorn in my side. In fact, I’m really glad that you crippled her. She got what she deserved.” Her face beamed. “Then, why did you ask those questions?” “Because you began to resemble him.” “Your brother?” he asked again. “Yes.” Sharon nodded. “In what way? We don’t even look remotely similar aside from the fact that we’re both male.” “Ugh, you even said the same thing as him.” She rolled her eyes. “You both are strong, reliable, never complaining, indiscriminate…” “Gee, thanks.” Kane coyed. Her compliments caught him off guard. “…but are also muscle-headed, simple, and straightforward. Very amusing, both of you,” she let out a girlish giggle. “…” He kept a deadpan face outside while also laughing inside. How very wrong she was. Or at least only partially correct. It had to be said, however, that he was uncertain whether she told no lies or not. “That’s all I wanted to say. Your next match will begin in five hours.” “No daily reward for today?” begged Kane. “My, you’re hopeless, aren’t you? Fine, I’ll give you one.” Sharon approached Kane and sat on the edge of the bed. They gazed at each other. Laying her hand on his chest, she leaned closer and closer until they’re almost touching. Kane’s eyes widened. Was she going to kiss him for real? His heart started beating faster and faster. Then, he realized that kissing was probably a mundane act to her, so he had to do something unexpected. Screw it, he would take the initiative.Touching her cheek, Kane got up and kissed her forehead. He then took a good look at Sharon and prepared for an incoming slap. It didn’t happen. Instead, she froze up. Her face and ears flushed. Without uttering a word, she stood up and hurried to leave, covering her face. Ral, who was standing guard beside the cell, noticed this before chasing after her. “Sharon? What’s wrong!?” His voice faded away as he ran further. Smirking, Kane was proud of his impromptu move. Never thought he would apply one of the lessons from a certain womanizer saint back when Kane was ‘befriending’ him. However, this raised some questions: Why was she embarrassed just by that? Wasn’t she supposed to be a seductress? Could it be that… she liked him? No, that shouldn’t be the case. Despite Kane’s foreign appearance, most people never praised him for his look nor his height, unlike Calypso or Leonard. He had no impressive background either. While his wealth was… sizable, she shouldn’t have known that. She also had been seeing strong people frequently, so she should’ve gotten used to it. Perhaps it was just a facade. Or he was being obtuse. Who knows. As usual, he stopped thinking about any trivial matters too much. He then combed his hair, searching for two tiny objects: a teleportation stone, the same stone from the entrance test, and a mana shard. Kane untied the string that was attached to his hair and retrieved them. They were given by Reynar when visiting his office. By using these, he could escape from this dungeon whenever he wanted unless there was magical interference. If not for Ral following Sharon around, Kane would’ve strangled her, stole the feather, and teleported to Reynar’s position. Kane had an opportunity back when she brought the box for the first time; however, it had been too sudden and risky, even for him. There was only one option left: winning the underaged brawl. He had to get the feather whether Sharon fulfilled her promise or not.

Hathnuz Remember the poll I posted back in January? No? Well, basically it's about whether I should write ecchi/smut or not and yep, it's specifically for this chapter. Most people voted yes, so here you go: a raw sex scene that I've planned years ago. This is also my very first attempt writing smut, which means there might be some issues regarding the... action. Feedback and criticism are welcome as always! Kane’s heart pumped faster and faster. Fiery sensation flared up within him. Enraptured by Sharon’s tempting pose, he wanted to shove her down and ravish her now! But, wait! Fortunately, his mature mind succeeded in calming his young body, otherwise, he would’ve been controlled by his lust. He took a deep breath to regain his rationality back. He should think carefully. Choosing the Black Feather would be the correct choice at first look. However, would it be that simple? No way she would return it after going through many troubles to steal it unless she only cared about blackmailing Kane for money. He would be lying if he said not want to bed her, but that would be the same as abandoning his goal. How about picking both? Nigh impossible since once he chose one over another, Sharon could’ve taken away the other option with her spell. Besides, being greedy like that usually would lead to not having anything. Unless… --- “I guess I must use his lessons again…” muttered Kane to himself, scratching his rugged hair. “Make up your mind before I change mine,” she said, interrupting his thoughts and stealing a glance at the box. “I’ve decided.” “So?” Ignoring her last question, Kane walked toward the shelf. A disappointed sigh escaped from her mouth. He grabbed the box, approached the nearest window, and then defenestrated it. A couple of moments later, a thud resounded from outside. “What are you doing!?” shouted Sharon. “We don’t need any distraction while we’re at it,” replied Kane nonchalantly. “So, that’s how it is. Very well, please come over here.” Her voice trembled a bit. She moved to the furthest side, resting against the pillow. Kane licked his upper lip and crawled on the bed sheet. Her flowery fragrance grew stronger as he tread closer. Closer, and closer until only a hairbreadth away from touching their noses. Their thumping heartbeats filled the quiet night. He gazed at the pair of charming eyes that twitched ever slightly as if longing for something. “Can I?” uttered Kane. “Do you even need to ask?” Closing his eyes, Kane stormed for the kiss and caressed hers. His hands ran up into her wavy hair up and down to her nape. She opened up her mouth, and so did his. Their tongues stroke against each other, twisting and entwining, savoring the warmth. Kane peeked with one eye; her eyelids were still shut. With bated breaths, he tucked underneath the red blanket, embraced Sharon, clutching her back as his hand wandered. He grazed his hand down the fine, tender skin from her collarbone toward the fluffy hill. His fingers then slipped through the gap of her bra, tracing for the peak before squeezing it. “Mn!” Sharon shuddered as she wrung the bed sheet, then wrapped her arms around his back. Every time he fondled hers, she let out ceaseless moans while he untied the bra’s knot behind and unveiled the content. The twin ample bosoms coupled with the rosy pink nipples were presented for him. Noticing his gawking stare, Sharon curved her lips up and kneading her pairs, inviting him to play with them more. However, Kane simply smirked and rushed for her neck instead. “Ah! Don’t—” she protested. Kane gave no damn and kept bussing it until she exclaimed, louder than before. She immediately covered her mouth yet her voice still leaked out. Simultaneously, his hand was playing with her mound, then his tongue trailed toward the other, sucking and nipping the tip. Sharon quivered and tried to force his head away; she failed. Tilting to the side, he guided his fingertips along the firm abdomen, navel, her racy lingerie, and finally, her last piece of private garment. Again, he inserted his questing fingers through the gap. The journey was smooth sailing until another hand obstructed him from venturing further. Kane had no choice but to foist on her crevice entrance; he succeeded. Sensual fluid drenched his three fingers as the succulent wall of flesh enclosed in. “Wait, that’s too—! Mnh!” Sharon already caved in before she was able to prevent him. His fingertips pushed against the meaty ceiling and caressed her inside. Meanwhile, his thumbnail on the same hand was flicking her protruding bead. Slowly. Gently, at first, then rougher at an incremental pace. The numbing pleasure assailed her brain, especially when Kane stimulated her four spots at the same time. Her legs flailed, thrashing uncontrollably. She clenched the sheet harder than ever. “No, Kane! Stop—!” Her plea sped the thrusts instead. Her entire body convulsed, bent upward. Yet, Kane kept going. He kept going faster. Faster! And faster! Until… “Ahhh~!” She screamed as the stream from below gushed through her underpants, staining the white bed sheet and his hand. Her nipples stood erect. She puffed for air, trembling while her arm concealed her now flushed skin, red as a beet. Kane kept it going for two seconds before yanking out and waking from a trance. --- Did he go overboard? Kane didn’t foresee that Sharon would be so sensitive that she needed no tongue stimulation down there. He had pleasured women before yet they all took a long time to get aroused. Granted, they were more experienced and older; but still, he thought Sharon was the same. How surprisingly pure — or not really since she did show some of the signs before. Gazing at her leg-spreading, laying-down posture, Kane’s lower part throbbed. He pulled down his pants and tossed them away. Suddenly, Sharon rose, grabbed his shoulders, and pushed him down against the bed. She glowered at him, brimming with fury as her minty, erratic huffs blew onto his face. However, her knees shook until they failed to bear her weight. The soft breasts and slender body were pressed against him. Rather than hurting from the burden, a burning sensation invaded him as she lay right on top of him before finally supporting herself with her elbows. “Sharon? What’s wrong?” he asked. Was his service too aggressive for her? In his opinion, she rightfully deserved that since she treated him well if not including the kidnapping part. “You…! You’re not getting away with this!” Sharon planted her lips on his once more, however much wilder than before while unbuttoning his shirt. She wasted no time to linger on his face and creased from the neck, the chest, and lastly, the groin, mimicking him. His wood rested on her cheek as she eyed it. “It’s still… developing? Cute,” remarked Sharon, giggling devilishly. “And more than enough for you.” “Hmph!” Combing her side hair, she pressed the rims into her eager lips and gobbled it up and down; her cheekbones became visible. “Ugh!?” His body jolted upward. In an instant, a sudden urge to burst out swelled inside him. How could this be happening? It was too quick! Kane gritted his teeth. He had to hold on! “Take this!” Sharon rubbed his set of marbles and inserted a finger into his entrance, massaging it — while her mouth was occupied. Kane raised his torso and dug into her scalp. The lava within him was on the verge of erupting. When her finger inside nudged upward, he couldn’t hold it any longer. He released his first shot, coming out in successions. His neck arched backward as his eyes turned white. Both the massage and the suction were… otherworldly. He hadn’t felt this pleasure for many decades ago. “Fufufu, now we’re even. I always wanted to try that.” Sharon wiped the leftover and gulped down all the load. “After all the things you did to me, I expected more, Kane.” “Well, this is my first time, unlike a certain someone,” replied Kane. He then sank on the bed. Back in his days, he lasted way longer as far as he remembered. Either due to his youthful body or she was that good. Still embarrassing, nonetheless. “No way! Then, where does your skill come from?” She gave an incredulous look and lay next to him, resting her head on the pillow. “From a guy who’s ridiculously expert with women. He often bragged about his techniques and experiences in bed, so I learned from him indirectly,” explained Kane. He actually also had learned directly, but he chose to leave it out. “That’s… gross.” Sharon cringed. “Who is he and where is he now?” Kane squinted his eyes. “You’re sending a mixed message here…” “D-don’t get me wrong! I’d never want to meet lecherous men such as the person you mentioned,” she denied fervently. “Fortunately for you, he died not too long ago. And his identity won’t matter to you.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that—” “Don’t be. He’s a real scum, anyway.” The memories of Aureus flashed before his glazed eyes. Unpleasant, for sure, but he had gotten over it during his days as a fugitive. He heaved a deep sigh before fondling both her breasts. “Can we continue where we left off?” Sharon then peeked inside the blanket. “Mn, you’re still hard. Very well.” She got up and stood over Kane. From below, she reminded him of an oversized imposing but alluring statue that is usually displayed in the heart of the city. Without telling her, Kane wrapped his nether region with a translucent vis for precaution against diseases. Perhaps he should’ve done it a while ago, but she would be able to notice it. With both knees on the bed, she held his wood and kissed her healthy pink slit. As she descended, a bit by bit her nether lip swallowed all of it. They had become one, connected. He never once thought his chastity would be taken so soon. “You’re so… tight!” Even with the protection, he struggled to keep up with the clenching numerous folds that seemed to be alive and pulling him inward. “Try your best to hold it, Kane. I’m going to move.” Sharon then pumped her hips sluggishly. The present seemed to slow down for him. The surrounding heat enveloped every inch of his skin, and the way her breasts jiggled with every movement prompted Kane to hold them both, embracing her as she did the same. The heavy scent of sweat mixed with a perfume filled his nostrils. Amid moans accompanied by flesh clapping together, Kane pondered. Was Sharon truly enjoying the act? She might have fallen to his techniques, but that was merely the beginning. He recalled Ral’s joke about sizes. Did it actually matter? In his previous life, he never considered it once. But now? Kane didn’t want to admit it. Then again, wallowing inside insecurity had always been harmful to him per his experience. Whether size mattered or not, he should use what he has currently instead. Thus, Kane busied his hands to stimulate her sensitive parts, causing Sharon to let out a cry. “Yes! Keep doing that, Kane!” she ordered, cranking up the pace. Kane was almost caught off guard by the sudden change. The slightest lapse in focus could lead to an early finish. He switched his thoughts to boring stuff such as multiplications while his fingers moved even faster. Prodding her nails into his back, Sharon convulsed before falling toward the bed. That didn’t prevent him from carrying on, however. Kane ground against her faster. Faster. Faster! He immediately pulled out to shoot another load. Kane collapsed backward, panting heavily. At the same time, she soaked the bed sheet yet again. Beads of sweat poured from her reddened skin as she quivered, curling in a fetal position. “I didn’t let out inside, did I?” asked Kane to himself. He certainly never wished for bearing that responsibility. Numb yet satisfied, Kane decided to skip the night with a blissful slumber. Or not. After drinking a special concoction created by Sharon, they did it twice more. Then, Kane eventually fell asleep.

“Abandon and seal away… my vis?” Kane couldn’t believe what he just heard. What nonsense did Maur spout? “Your ears are still working, I see.” “For how long?” “Possibly forever.” Kane blinked twice. “Why?” “I recently discovered that cultivating both vis and mana will harm the growth of either. Although most people choose one path only due to time constraints, this issue wasn’t as prevalent as the former — not even close. Despite their sources being stored in different parts of your body, they both still occupy your body. It’s similar to water and oil — they never merge even if you pour them into the same container. Understand?” explained Maur. “I get it, but how does this concern you? Isn’t your job supposed to teach magic only?” “I want my students fully committed to pursuing magic. I find unsuccessful students truly humiliating for my status as a renowned teacher.” He crossed his arms. “So, what will your answer be?” “Is there any alternative?” “There is. You may go ahead, cultivate both and be mediocre at both aspects, I won’t stop you,” said Maur sarcastically. “Look, boy. All I’m saying is for you to be decisive whether you desire to become a competent mage or not.” “I… need time to think this over. Vis is a huge part of my life. Frankly, I don’t know what I should do without it,” said Kane. Not only that, it saved him many, many times. He probably wouldn’t be alive right now if he hadn’t awakened his vis yet. “Fine. Take your sweet, limited time as we merely have two days max. I shall tell you why after you’ve made your decision.” Finished training, Kane returned to the school’s ground late at night as usual. He entered his dorm room before sinking into his bed. Staring at the ceiling, Kane heaved a long, deep sigh. Should he sacrifice the biggest reason that he became a saint? While the answer was obvious if he wanted to get stronger, it wasn’t something to easily let go of. What if he encountered a difficult situation that requires him to use vis to survive? The thought made him shudder. Even if the pursuit of magic became easier, there was no point if he died in the process. Kane kept mulling it over and over until he fell asleep. --- The next morning, Kane attended the class as usual. Today is the day for bi-weekly Physical Education, his favorite lesson. All of the first years were gathered in the massive building where the Swordsmanship club also held. They partook in some kind of popular sport among young magicians that involved a head-sized slime ball and two identical holes on each opposing side of the field. The goal was to insert the ball using nothing but magic without hurting each other. At first, Kane wasn’t interested until Brian forced him to try it; he felt too old. He enjoyed it, admittedly — even though it took a while to learn the rules. However, today Kane simply remained seated on the audience benches alone, watching them play while contemplating his decision over Maur’s request. He occasionally sighed and stared at the ground. “Kane! Do you want to join us?” shouted Brian from the field. “Not now,” rejected Kane. Then, Brian walked closer to sit beside him. He leaned forward to see Kane’s face and asked, “What’s the matter? Something is bothering you again?” “No, don’t worry about it.” “You don’t want to talk about it? Alright.” A couple of silent moments later, Brian spoke again. “Check this out!” He proceeded to conjure the barrier that Vauren taught. It resembled a tower shield: rectangle and large. The thinness made it look flimsy and fragile. “After spending a week training, I’m finally able to cast it perfectly!” bragged Brian. “How long are you able to maintain it?” “Around a minute, like everyone else in our class.” “Hm, good job.” Kane kept a straight face. Although his record was way longer than Brian’s, he had massive advantages compared to him. There was nothing to be proud of. “What’s yours?” “15 minutes or so, I think.” “No way. Have you mastered it before?” “Well, yes. I’ve also been practicing every day like you.” Technically, Kane did tell the truth. Creating a vis shield had more or less the same basis as creating a magic barrier. In other words, both were practically the same. “To keep the barrier up for that long… it would take at least 3 years for average people!” Brian then squinted his eyes. “You’re not lying, right?” “As if. I hate lying and liars, especially simply for bragging,” said Kane in a heartbeat. Although, that didn’t mean lying wasn’t an option. “Knowing you’ve beaten the prodigy Calypso, I’ll believe you. But, can you show it to me?” “Sure, but I’ll do it once we’re back in the dorm.” They stopped talking for a while and watched the students playing. At the same time, Kane was wondering. Should he ask Brian about his dilemma? It would be definitely strange for a century-year-old man inside asking a mere 13-year-old child for advice. But then again, sometimes a child possessed wisdom that adults no longer had. Also, being prideful wouldn’t solve anything. Finished deciding on whether to tell Brian, Kane then said, “I want to ask you something.” “Sounded serious. What is it?” Brian’s smile faded. “Let’s say you have achieved one of your goals you want some time in the future thanks to a certain thing. However, it turns out that to accomplish your other goals, you need to let go of the thing that helped you achieve the first goal. Will you do it?” “Whoa, that’s deep.” Kane sighed. “Well, nevermind, then—” “Wait, I mean, I was impressed by the question you asked. Anyway, if I were in that position, I would do it as long as the thing you mentioned is not alive nor my morals.” “Even if it’s very personal or precious to you?” “Yes. Logically speaking, everything comes with a price, right? If that’s what I must sacrifice, then so be it. I might miss it in the future, but I definitely won’t regret it when I succeed.” Kane became quiet, absorbing the answer. What Brian said made sense. How couldn’t he — a century-old ex-saint — discover the answer himself? Perhaps it was due to his bias regarding vis. He would probably give the same advice if his and Brian’s position were switched. “Err, Kane? Is there something wrong with my answer or…” “No, not at all. It’s brilliant!” Kane beamed with a smile. “I’m glad I asked you.” “Ha, it’s nothing impressive.” Brian looked elsewhere, scratching the back of his neck. “What’s this goal of yours anyway? Could you tell me more about it?” “I’ll tell you later.” “You always say that,” he gave a dispirited look. Kane simply chuckled without giving any answer. It was too bothersome to explain and would spawn even more questions. --- After school was over, Kane went to the garden, more specifically to the same table where he met Maur in his human form for the first time. Same as that day, Maur was there, reading a thick book while sipping a cup of tea. Kane grabbed a seat as Maur asked, “Have you reached your final decision yet?” “I accept,” replied Kane. Maur put down the book, his gaze locked at Kane’s. “Hm, much quicker than I previously thought. Excellent! Have you considered it long enough? Abandoning vis means leaving behind your identity as a warrior.” “I may have chosen to become a mage, but I am still a warrior in the heart. Vis has nothing to do with it,” corrected Kane. He couldn’t say the same thing to mana and mage, however. “Here I was worried that you’ll cling to that pride like other typical warriors. Let me ask you once again: are you prepared? There is no turning back now.” “Yes!” shouted Kane. “Unbutton your clothes.” Maur then chanted a spell as magic circles began to form and runic letters floated, circling him. Even after some time passed, he continued mumbling. His hands were covered with green light — no, a mist would be more accurate. Kane braced himself. When Maur finished chanting, he expanded his arms as numerous threads of light shot toward Kane’s stomach. Hot! It was as if Maur seared his skin using a heated needle. Wasn’t this the same as back then? The process was much quicker and less painful than the one he experienced back in the underground arena — not even a minute had passed. Looking downward, a sealing spell had been carved. A real one. The burning sensation persisted until it stopped glowing. “This is…” “A special sealing spell. Normally, it would take several people and many hours to perform such a feat. The great me does not require those, obviously.” Kane buttoned his shirt. “Is this permanent?” “Not at all. It will disappear after five years… or less if you found a way to remove it. I don’t give the slightest damn if you do, but I will question your integrity as a person.” “I won’t go back against my word.” “Now, give it a test.” Kane tried to project vis from his hand. Nothing came out, not even the slightest amount. His heart ached. Cold sweats began to form. He couldn’t rely on his vis anymore! It felt like he lost an arm or a leg. Did he make the correct decision? Well, it was too late to think about that now. He should plan for the future instead and adapt to the restriction. “Judging from your expression, it’s working wonderfully, hm? Is vis that important for you?” “Imagine if you lost your ability to cast spells. It’s as terrible as that!” “I can still use mana shards for that purpose. I have lots of them!” Maur then cackled. “Jokes aside, I might somewhat understand you. Do not suddenly hate me since I did it for your sake. Imposing limitations is an effective tool to become strong.” “Hmph, I know. I’m more than familiar with that.” Kane readjusted his shirt. “Now what?” “Tomorrow morning before sunrise, pack your stuff and meet me in front of the gate because we’re going somewhere far from here!” Maur’s eyes lit up as he yelled. “Let me guess: you won’t tell me the details until we arrive there?” “Precisely!” Maur winked. “Boy, you’re beginning to know me well!” Kane smiled wryly. What kind of place would Maur take him to? The secrecy annoyed him yet was exciting at the same time. He simply hoped no books nor texts were involved such as libraries.

“Exactly!” Maur winked. “Didn’t see this coming, did you?” Kane tilted his head. “I don’t get it. How are you split between two bodies?” “Before I answer that, you should sit there first.” He pointed at the chair across him. Kane nodded before occupying the vacant seat. “Now, can you tell me?” “Take a guess.” “You’re actually a human and that ant body of yours is a mere substitute.” “It’s the opposite. This alternate body of mine is essentially a corpse that can be possessed. Very, very expensive to acquire an exquisite quality body like this one.” “So, it’s like a golem.” “Precisely, but with more practical usages. I can mimic and enjoy what humans do!” “But, its appearance doesn’t match you at all.” “You’re not wrong. I should’ve bought an even more handsome corpse,” he then cackled. “Forget what I said.” Kane rolled his eyes. “Why did you summon me here?" “What else but training, of course! We’ll spend more time to compensate for my absence.” “How did you come here so quickly? Where was the meeting?” “A colleague of mine dropped me here with his mount. I cannot tell you the exact location, but it’s somewhere far, far from here.” He grinned. “No wonder. Oh, do you have news about curing Liana's condition?” "300,000 gold. That's the amount you need. The price was already cut in half thanks to my connection with her." "Holy crap." Kane gaped. What an exorbitant price! Was her disorder that difficult to cure? It might be, but he certainly didn't see that coming. "So, what is your decision after hearing that price?" "I'll save her later, I guess," said Kane.  “Alright, enough idle chatter. I need to know something: what did you learn regarding magic in this school?” “Aside from the basic theories, I’ve learned to create a barrier just today.” “Barrier… it settled, then. We shall begin with that!” “Barrier, huh? I think I won’t be needing that since I usually protect myself with my axe or my vis.” “And what if you don’t have one at some situations? Or rather, you cannot have one because of the tournament rules.” “Wait, you can’t bring weapons? Why?” Kane was perplexed. “To ensure fairness for both sides. Imagine one side has a ranked weapon while the other side has no weapon, which one do you think will win?” “Most likely the former.” “Correct! But do not fret, boy, for the rules allow summoned spells. Maybe you could cast a spell to summon an axe!” “That’s what I’ve been planning to do, but I can’t seem to find such a spell,” lamented Kane. “You know the reason very well, don’t you?” asked Maur. “Yeah, yeah. Axes are rather low-class in terms of status compared to swords, which isn’t appealing to nobility.” “How about you compromise and use swords instead? There are quite many spells to summon them.” Kane shook his head. “No can do. This might sound irrational, but the longer I hold a sword, the more I want to throw it away. Same goes for other weapons, though I can tolerate them more. The only exception for this are knives and daggers, strangely enough.” “You’re really a weird one,” commented Maur. “I don’t want to hear that from you. Besides, the other saints were having the same problem too. I guess we’re simply too comfortable with our weapon choice.” “By other saints, you mean all eight of you?” Kane gave a nod as a reply. It was six, actually, but he’d rather not correct anyone for trivial reasons. “Hmm, I understand what you’re talking about. I would be rather annoyed If I had to cast elemental spells other than Earth, with some exceptions of course.” “Right—” “Okay, let’s continue our lesson, shall we?” Maur interrupted Kane’s words. “Now, how much do you know regarding that topic?” “I know there are many kinds of barriers since I’ve fought mages before, though I don’t know much about them.” “Indeed, there are many varieties of them if we categorized barriers by the number of types alone and currently it's not important for you to learn them. Instead, you should know by the shapes: dome, body, and unorthodox.” “What's the difference between them besides their shape?” asked Kane. “Dome is the most elementary yet efficient barrier due to the simple shape that allows the caster to minimize the mana usage. It's the standard for everyone including me, one of the strongest mages in this world and novices like you.” He continued, “The body-shaped barrier is practically the opposite. It’s suited for more advanced mages, especially those who prefer close range.” “Sounds very similar to the vis armor I’ve been using.” “Nevertheless, you must not learn that barrier type until you have mastered the dome barrier. I don’t need to explain further, do I?” “It’s very taxing to my body, I take it?” "Correct. Due to more significant coverage, that type will consume mana much more than usual. The sole advantage over the dome barrier is allowing you to dodge incoming attacks more easily and thus preserve the barrier’s health.” “Can’t we just focus on one part of our bodies?” “That is one of the unorthodox types. And besides, casting a spell is different from using vis. You'd have to memorize another magic circle and chant.” “How inflexible.” “Inflexible? Boy, you can get creative with spells if you’re great with it! A big if, mind you.” Doesn’t that apply to everything? Kane wanted to say that but in the end, he didn’t. Instead, he asked, “So, what now?” “Cast the barrier spell you’ve learned.” Following his instruction, Kane conjured the barrier. Maur’s face then turned blank before bursting into laughter a while later, “Are you kidding me? This is the spell that Niflenia Academy teaches its students? No wonder they kept losing the tournament!” As a Niflenia student himself, Kane was silent despite Maur’s mockery; he cared nothing about his school’s reputation. “What spell should I use, then?” “This,” Maur revealed a tome along with charcoal from his leather bag. The yellowed papers were thick and crumpled. After rifling through ink-filled pages, he stopped at an empty page and finished drawing a magic circle in just a heartbeat. Did Maur also have a perfect memory like Liana? No, he undoubtedly had mastered creating them through experience. Kane memorized the picture and tried to cast it. He failed many times in a row before finally succeeding in creating it. A glazed crimson dome was formed, surrounding him for a brief moment. He still couldn’t maintain it for even a short time. “Whoa, what kind of barrier was that?” “The best kind — at least for you currently. I’ve optimized and adjusted the runic configurations with 75% more efficiency. Furthermore, the durability and cost will scale much better with the caster than the ordinary basic version. Keep in mind that it’s still a low ranked one in the end, meaning there will be much better barrier spells when you reach certain levels.” “This is… impressive!” praised Kane. “Could you also make one for fire spells?” “Boy, do you think inventing spells is the same as making food? It took me 5 years of trial and error for this masterpiece! You’re very, very lucky to learn the spell for free and you want to ask more?” “I'm just joking, Maur. As a former saint, I know how hard it is.” Kane also had created his moves, albeit mostly taking inspiration from others. “Thanks again for the spell.” “Yeah, yeah. Your current goal is to maintain the barrier for ten minutes.” “Hmm, simple enough.” “In one week,” added Maur. “Are you insane?” “You said it yourself. Should be a simple effort for you, no? If you fail to do so, I will not teach you anything ever again.” He cracked a devious smile. “Not funny.” “I am dead serious. From now on, you have to focus on my training, not chasing girls, or other trivial stuff. Or will you, a former ax-saint, give up on this simple task?” “Your challenge doesn’t scare me, Maur. I will complete it!” “Good! I’ll monitor your progress each day. Next, let’s do the usual.” Maur stood up and led him to the barren place again. They went on with the training until the sky turned black. After he returned to the academy, Kane somewhat regretted being arrogant and accepting Maur’s challenge. Maintaining a barrier for ten minutes in just a week? Even with his talent, that sort of thing shouldn’t be possible. Back when he learned how to create a vis shield, he needed at least half a year to properly use it. There’s nothing to do other than trying to master it, so Kane decided to practice it in the dorm. It had been a while since he slept there. When he entered his room, Calypso was already there, napping. The room remained unchanged… except for one thing: a white dressing table complete with a silver mirror. Its complex plant motif contraste the plain room. “Oh, it’s you,” said Calypso coldly. “Miss me?” joked Kane. “As if.” He faced the wall. “Why did you bring ‘this’ to our room?”  Kane pointed at the mirror. “Unlike you, I am conscious of my appearance. It is a crime for nobles to neglect their beauty, don’t you know?” Kane then pulled one of the drawers. “Are the powder and other stuff here even necessary?” “That is none of your business,” Calypso turned around, glaring at Kane. “Alright, I won’t ask further.” Kane shrugged before sitting on the bed in a lotus position. He began to channel his mana, creating a barrier. A while later, he noticed that Calypso was watching him. Kane could sense his sharp gaze despite not seeing it directly. Uncomfortable, he stopped and stared at Calypso back. “What do you want?” “Are you trying to be mysterious, Kane?” “Huh?” “Do not play dumb. Four days ago, you disappeared without a trace and suddenly, you return with injuries and pretend nothing happened!” “Ah, you’re curious about that.” “Y-you misunderstand!” denied Calypso, flustered. “As a newly-appointed class president, I am obligated to manage the students in our class, including your case. Yes, that is the reason!” “Is that so? Even if I tell you, you won’t believe it anyway.” Kane scratched his temple. “Hm? I smell an excuse. Was it too embarrassing to say it out loud?” he mocked. “It’s just too bizarre.” “I’ll be the judge of that.” Kane then pondered. He considered making up a believable excuse, but the problem was he had been lying too much. Perhaps he could be more honest this time? It might seem not wise to tell the truth, though considering Calypso’s status as a prince, perhaps Kane could gather more information regarding the Aravides through him. He also was kind of curious about the prince’s face upon hearing it. Even if Calypso spilled out his secret, nothing would really change… unless he somehow was connected with that family — which was improbable. “Long story short, I was invited by Sharon for dinner, then I got kidnapped and was forced to enter an underground brawl as her fighter. She let me free after I won,” explained Kane, omitting some irrelevant details to his absence. “You certainly are not lacking great imagination, I must admit.” “I knew you wouldn’t believe me. Here, take a look at this.” Kane lifted up his shirt, revealing the vague seal mark on his stomach. Calypso squinted his eyes. “A sealing spell?” “Yes.” Kane nodded. “She set it up to prevent me from casting spells. A controlling device, in other words.” “Ha! So, my intuition was true all along. That woman appeared too perfect.” Calypso pulled away. “Have you told this to anyone yet?” “I haven’t and don’t plan to.” “Not even to Brian and your other friends?” “Nope.” Kane shook his head. “The more people know, the higher chance it will leak.” “In other words, you entrusted a secret to me.” “Basically.” Calypso paused for a moment. His brows creased slightly. “Why?” “I already know some of your secrets, so it would be unfair for me to not give you mine.” Kane had another reason, but no need to bring it up before he’s ready. “Some? Which ones?” “Your true identity and the fact that you lost against me.” “…I understand.” Calypso rubbed his nose as he turned away, hiding his face. Despite that, it could be vaguely seen that he was smiling as if someone praised him. How strange. “Was my secret that exciting to you?” asked Kane bluntly. “Wh-what? How did you arrive at that false conclusion?” “You were smiling.” “No, I did not!” denied Calypso. “Sure…” Kane squinted his eyes. “Anyway, don’t tell a single soul about this, yeah?” He said that despite not actually being very concerned whether it was going to leak or not. The purpose was to test Calypso’s quality as his potential ally. Would he demand the price for silence? “Naturally. As long as you also commit the same, that is.” “That goes without saying.” Kane then proceeded to tell the post-kidnapping event and described his fights in the underground arena. He omitted most of his interactions and anything that involved Black Feather to avoid further suspicions. Calypso was skeptical about it even though he kept interrupting the recount to ask questions.  The rest of the week went by without a hitch. When he met Zumi and Athera, they flooded him with questions and more questions. Kane simply told them that he went to visit a friend from his village. They believed him, taking his words for granted. Come to think of it, Kane hadn’t seen Sharon even once. Did she return to her family or something? Whatever the case, he shouldn’t be distracted by anything and focus on passing Maur’s challenge. He didn’t even visit Liana nor his recently acquired workshop for this very reason. He would practice from the afternoon until night, sacrificing his free time. --- The awaited day had arrived. Kane and Maur, who was currently in his human form, stood facing each other in the wasteland. “Begin!” shouted Maur. Kane immediately conjured a dome-shaped red aura. It was small, almost touching him. His eyes were shut while reciting the chant repeatedly. Both the barrier’s surface and his face were tranquil like a calm pond. Passing the 10-minute mark, a ripple occurred, then more followed. The form wavered as Kane clenched his teeth. The pain became more and more agonizing as time passed by, similar to holding breath underwater… or rather, hundreds of nails were hammered into his head. Time seemed to slow down for him. --- “You can stop now!” As the barrier collapsed, so too Kane. He lay down on the ground, panting. The fatigue somehow resembled the fatigue from physical training yet very different. For an ex-saint to almost faint from merely conjuring a basic barrier… What an embarrassment. “Did I… pass?” he asked with short breaths. “You passed, boy. Congratulations!” Maur applauded as he gazed at the helpless Kane. “Really? I honestly thought your challenge was impossible,” said Kane. “It is.” “Then, why—”  “I haven’t finished talking yet. It is indeed impossible for normal 13-year-olds since they would otherwise die while attempting this, but you’re different. Your soul is more than capable of handling the enormous backlash. This is related to what I said previously, remember?” “The older you are, the stronger you become.” Maur nodded. “Your body’s age doesn’t matter in this case, unlike when doing physical exercises.” “Huh, I didn’t realize that.” Kane nodded. “But, there’s one thing that still bothers me. Why a week? We still have much more time left, right?” “I shall answer that later. It might be better to show it directly to you.” He turned around. Before Kane could ask another question, Maur spoke again, “Ah, before we proceed to the next step, you must promise one thing.” “What is it?” Kane stood up and cleaned any dirt from his clothes. Maur turned around, staring back with a pair of solemn eyes. “Abandon and seal away your vis.”

Hathnuz Sorry for the lack of new chapters. I wanted to upload the chapter after I posted new one on Patreon, but I was having trouble with adjusting my writing habit since currently it's fasting month. Also, my aunt had just passed away recently, so the past week was hectic and it took me several days before I could write again. Unwavering, Kane stared back at the Zild’s furious eyes. “What?” He was silent, then his murderous aura vanished. “Tell me, Kane. Why did you go such a length to obtain a victory? I knew you would be a lesson for her, but to think you would go that far… why is that?” “Because I can’t afford to lose before accomplishing my goal,” replied Kane. “What is your goal?” asked Zild again. “I can’t tell you, sorry.” “…” “Ahem!” The referee then cleared his throat. “Sir, with all due respect, please do not interfere with the fight. We haven’t declared the outcome yet.” Kane couldn’t help but notice the vast difference in the tone when the referee spoke at the Champions. The most obvious reason that Zild was a powerful person, even if his outer appearance didn’t show it. “It’s obvious, is it not? The winner is Kane. Go ahead and announce it.” “But, sir—” “Was I not clear enough?” Zild narrowed his eyes, full of fury. “ A-alright.” The referee came down, grabbed Kane’s arm, then announced, “The winner is Kane!” The crowd was silent. Based on their faces, they were upset. Well, it wasn’t surprising at all. They might expect dirty fighting, but not an obviously stronger fighter losing against the weaker fighter, especially with cowardly strategy. Although to him, there were only two kinds of tactics: the ones that bring victory and the ones that bring defeat, as simple as that. Of course, the audience couldn’t understand that. One by one, they jeered Kane, throwing various insults — from mild to harsh. At this moment, Kane changed his mind about being a pit fighter: it didn’t suit him at all. As Kane was escorted back to his room, the crowd threw many small objects at him. He effortlessly avoided each of them. Glancing at his previous opponent, Giyori’s side received a complete opposite treatment. Zild was carrying her with his shoulders. Upon entering the cell, Kane sunk himself in the bed once more. The pain aching all over his body. Every time he moved his limbs, it hurt. What a shameful display for an ex-saint. Yes, his current body was weak, but the thought still bothered him. Then, Sharon drew closer and stepped inside, alone. He wondered why. Perhaps Ral also started to hate him. She then stared at Kane in silence before sitting down on the usual chair. Her expression was cold yet her eyes were somber. Her head rested against her hand on the table. “Why are you looking at me like that?” asked Kane. “No reason.” She exhaled. “Say, how do you feel after fighting Giyori?” “I feel… jealous.” “Why?” “I don’t have as much strength as her.” “Oh. I understand.” She nodded. “So? Is there anything else you want to say?” he asked in a friendly tone as he could, expecting some righteous speech about honor and whatnot. Sharon didn’t reply. Instead, she sat on the bed’s edge and inserted her hand inside the blood-stained clothing. A warmth coursed through his stomach yet it didn’t hurt. “Raise your arms.” “Why?” This time, Kane was the one to ask that. “Just do as I say.” Kane quietly followed her instruction. She then pulled the shirt and took it off. His battered torso was now exposed, riddled with bruises. “Hmm, you’re not as muscular as I thought.” “Ugh, did you just take off my clothes to only make that comment?” Kane rolled his eyes. He hated to admit it, but building muscles in his current body was difficult. Perhaps it was related to his aptitude talent. Sharon chuckled. “I wanted to check your body condition; it’s worse than I thought. So, be a good boy while I heal you.” A moment of silence descended between the two of them again. While Sharon cast a healing spell, slowly mending his injuries, Kane shut his eyes, trying to sleep. It lasted only for a while until she spoke. “For your information, I asked that because I don’t want you to feel guilty about your… unconventional winning method. Personally, I think you’re doing perfect because you’ve won that tough match. Don’t let the audience affect you,” advised Sharon. “Thanks, I needed that.” Kane curved his mouth a little. He wanted to tell her to not worry about it since he had experienced similar cases before, but that would risk exposing his real identity. “But, there’s something I need to know: why are you so persistent on getting the Black Feather? Is it worth risking your life?” she asked, staring at his eyes. “It’s not really about that. It’s about… my pride.” “So, you hate losing against females?” “Not just them. I generally hate losing to anyone or anything,” he clarified. “A very natural mindset, I suppose. Ral also hates that.” “Speaking of him, where is he?” asked Kane. “He went to challenge Zild, the old man who was talking to you in the arena.” “Huh. Zild will wipe the floor with your brother, no doubt about it.” “I know, right? That’s just the way he is. Ral always has been challenging anyone whom he deemed strong, no matter the strength disparity or the situation.” “But, won’t he go picking a fight with other Champions?” “I’ve warned Ral and other staff of him. If he causes trouble, he’ll get banned from this place.” Then, quick continuous footsteps echoed throughout the hallway. It was Ral’s. When he showed himself, his attire was crumpled and stained with dirt. He could’ve been mistaken for a drunkard if not for his scary face. “And the man himself showed up,” said Sharon. “Huh?” he asked, dumbfounded. Seeing this, both Kane and Sharon laughed together. “How did it go, Ral?” she asked. “Well… he won by just a tiny little bit.” He showed his index finger and thumb close together, almost pinching. “If only I brought my weapon, I would’ve knocked that old man into next week.” Based on what Ral’s said, he was a weapon wielder — aside from his obvious exaggeration. No wonder his pugilist skill was unrefined. If Kane could guess which kind of weapon Ral used, it would be something large that requires two hands such as polearm or greatsword considering his strength. He then looked at Kane. “You did great, Kane; but, the fight could be better if you didn’t run around.” His tone contained disappointment. “I did what I could to win.” “I know, and that’s why I praised you. But, if I were to face any opponent that keeps running away, I would never grant them a quick death. Get it?” “Yes! I’ll keep that in mind.” Kane nodded. He too shared the same dislike, though he already had thought of several ways to deal with that. “Anyway, do you two have info about my next opponent?” After hearing that, their facial expression became frozen. They glanced at each other, probably arguing about which one should tell him first without saying anything. “In the next two days, you’re going to face… a monster,” said Sharon as Ral nodded in agreement. “What?” “I mean, he is technically a human, but… he no longer resembles that. You were truly lucky to not face him first, Kane.” “Tell me more about him.” “He’s known as Seifer, a 17-year-old male. His height was at least the same as Ral’s. Every opponent he faced had crushed into red paste. That’s the gist of it. I’d prefer to not describe his appearance.” She then proceeded to explain his combat ability, fighting style, etc. Ral added, “Y’know, unlike before, I get it if you don’t want to fight it, especially in your current state.” “Wow, I never thought you would say that,” Sharon remarked. “Do you think I’m that stupid? It doesn’t take a genius to see him seriously wounded. I also won’t fight anyone when I’m in bad condition.” While they were talking, Kane contemplated his decisions. Should he continue fighting? Was it worth getting the feather back by betting on his life? What would be the best tactic to fight that? He kept asking those questions back and forth. There was one thing he was sure of: winning against Seifer was impossible — if Sharon was telling the truth. However, that didn’t mean Kane would give up finding a viable solution. If he had no chance to win by normal means, then he should opt for shadier ways. Perhaps he could sneak in some hidden weapons; unfortunately, that was also impossible since the warden inspected him in each match. Too risky. He probably could bring mundane small objects that could also function as effective weapons, such as needles, keys, pens, and… rings. He then immediately thought of the dwarf he fought before. It could work. So, Kane decided to ask a certain woman who was wearing several rings. “Sharon?” he called. She turned her head. “Yes, Kane?” “I have decided. I will keep fighting for the final match.” “You sure are reckless, Kane. Do you wish to die early?” said Ral unironically. “I don’t wanna hear that from you,” dismissed Kane. Of course, he wouldn’t say that if he had no confidence in winning. Sharon stared with cow-eyes and then bit her lower lip. “Are you sure about this? Even with the healing team and potions, you’ll be at half of your prime condition at best when the time comes.” “That doesn’t affect my decision. But, I need to borrow one of your rings. Preferably the biggest one,” he requested. “This one?” Sharon showed her thumb that had the family crest ring. “What for?” “I’ll use it as a weapon.” “Oh, like a knuckle duster? Very interesting!” Ral cocked his head. “I know one or two accessories are allowed, but, is this enough?” asked Sharon, concerned. “It’s better than none, for sure.” Kane shrugged. “Besides, this gem is made of diamonds; that’s enough for me.” “I don’t think that matters… Oh well. Here you go.” She hesitated before taking off the ring. “Wait!” Ral interrupted, causing both Kane and Sharon to look at him. “Use mine instead.” He reached his breast pocket and presented the ring to them. “I see you didn’t lose it again this time,” remarked Sharon. “I’ll have you know that I’ve learned my lesson. Every time I wear something in my fingers, the itchiness makes me throw it away! So instead, I always keep it in my pocket.” “Well, as long as it’s made of the same gemstone, I’m content with yours.” Kane had no idea the reason behind Ral preventing Sharon from giving him her ring, but that wasn’t his concern. “Catch!” He tossed it. The ring landed on Kane’s stomach. Taking a closer look, it was engraved with texts that he vaguely recognized. They somehow resembled… demonic letters? However, several differences separated the ring’s text from that language. In addition, translating the text resulted in merely gibberish even with his knowledge he learned from Bokar. Perhaps they both had the same root, but who knows. He was not a historian. Definitely suspicious, but Kane decided to not ask for the same reason as before. When Kane put on Ral’s ring, it dangled on his finger, as he expected. Trying the ring on his thumb also yielded a similar result. “It’s too large; it won’t fit,” said Kane. “A girl once said that to me,” answered Ral, grinning. “Who?” asked Sharon before realizing his joke. She stood up and punched him on the shoulder. Kane, on the other hand, turned over to face the wall and tried to contain his laughter. To his defense, he had to maintain his 13-year-old boy appearance. “Ahem!” Sharon regained her composure. “Should you use mine instead?” “No, it’s fine. The size doesn’t matter anyway,” Kane intentionally replied with that. “Oh, it does, actually.” Ral made another joke and laughed. “Stop with those immature gags, Ral!” flustered Sharon. “Kane, don’t listen to him, okay? And be careful with your diction.” “Was there anything wrong with what we just said?” asked Kane, trying to sound as innocent as much he could. The siblings quietened before chuckling at the same time. To this date, Kane never felt so left out. He wanted to laugh too. If only he was in his previous body. Nevertheless, it was also a good cover to make them underestimate him. “You’ll understand them sooner or later,” said Sharon, smiling. --- Later, Sharon and Ral bid goodbye to Kane and left the cell. Traversing the same hallway, Sharon asked, “Why did you give your ring, Ral?” “Because I don’t want you getting scolded if he managed to lose yours. As for me, losing them is normal,” he said. “Hm, that’s very thoughtful of you.” She whipped her hair. “Although, your ring has that engravings on it, right? Won’t Kane find out anything about our family?” “Nah, he won’t.” Ral shook his head. “He’s strong, but I don’t think he’s part of them. A little boy like him won’t understand it.” “I hope so.” Hathnuz Big thanks to Zelosh and ThisClown for the support at my Patreon! I really appreciate it.

When Kane and Leonard had yet begun fighting, both Lamille and Hymar stood there, staring at Oliver who was also doing the same thing. “Hymar, why don’t you fight him?” “I can ask the same question… to you.” “I’m very awkward when I’m with strangers. I can’t give my best unless Leader’s with me.” “What a troublesome excuse.” “Don’t judge me. Now’s your turn.” “I simply… do not want to.” “That’s it?” “Of course, not… I prefer to conserve my energy for… more important encounters.” “You’re still logical and calm even in this situation.” “Thank you. As an aspiring great mage… I naturally pursue the path of rationality.” “Blergh… kind of generic, but I understand.” Lamille rolled her eyes. “I think that guy has the same mind like yours.” “I highly doubt it.” Lamille raised her brows and was confused by his answer until she observed Oliver’s behavior. On the opposing side, Oliver kept walking back and forth, mumbling to himself. “Man, both Aya, and Izami take their sweet damn time just to talk with him. What are they even discussing anyway? Surely they’re not attracted to the enemy? Nah, Roslain’s also as handsome as him, so that’s not the case. But, isn’t he a womanizer? Then…” “Arghh, stop thinking trivial things, Oliver!” He slapped his head repeatedly. “What should I do in this situation? I don’t know what to do! I feel so lonely even though I’m not alone. Not only that, those two are so relaxed, even though our academy is much stronger and famous than theirs. They must’ve crafted a plan for this situation. Should I go first before they execute their plan? Hmm…” “What is he even doing?” Lamille remarked, referring to Oliver. “Ask him.” “No way! He’s creepy.” “A pot calling kettle black.” “…I hate you.” She pouted. “I apologize… I meant it as a joke.” Then, Aya approached the two, interrupting their conversation. “Um, excuse me. Are you Hymar and Lamille, correct?” “Yes… I believe we are already acquainted, Aya Snowheart.” “What do you want?” “May I ask either of you for a spar?” she asked. “No,” both replied. “Wh-why? Am I not good enough?” Hymar and Lamille looked at each other, not wanting to answer her question. Giving up, Hymar then answered, “We’re not interested… as simple as that.” “Oh, okay…” Aya sighed before returning to Oliver’s side. Oliver then rushed before shouting, “Ha, you’re just afraid of losing again, aren’t you Hymar!?” “Huh…?”  baffled Hymar. “Don’t pretend to be ignorant. You used to be hailed as the most promising Water Mage on the continent until Niran defeated you easily with water spells! Since then, you’re on a losing streak—” “Oliver! Don’t ridicule our opponents like that. It’s disrespectful.” “Ah, sorry, Aya. But, I was merely telling the truth.” “That’s not an excuse. There’s no need to insult them, even if they’re much weaker than us.” Hearing her last sentence, Lamille’s vein popped. “Hear that Hymar?” “Loud and clear… I cannot allow their mouth… run any longer.” He cracked his fists before casting his spells. *Bang!* The intense light blinded everyone, interrupted everyone. Looking at the source, it was caused by Leonard. The blast threw Izami away before crashing against the wall. “What was that?” asked Oliver. “Sister Izami!” Aya tried to rush over toward her, but Oliver grabbed her arm. “Don’t interrupt them; you’ll just be a hindrance. Besides, Leonard looked as if he’ll kill you if you do.” “…I’m useless again, am I?” She sighed. Meanwhile, at Niflenia's side, Hymar and Lamille watched the fight and their exchange from afar. They abandoned the thought to fight the Calsweir students. “Leader…” Lamille bit her lip. It had been a long time since Leonard showed his other side. She fully understood the reason behind his hatred, but she never thought it would surface again now. “Haha… I can finally see Leonard’s… true power again. What a spectacle to behold.” Hymar grinned. “But, there’s something wrong with Izami too. Her smile became even creepier than that guy over there.” Aya approached them. “She became like that because of seeing blood. Strange, she shouldn’t be using the true edge of the blade…”  Hymar and Lamille backed away, putting up a guard. “Sorry for startling both of you.” She bowed. “I have no intention to fight you anymore. Instead, I’d like to ask you a question.” “What?” “How did Sir Leonard turn into that?” “…” Lamille was quiet, waiting for Hymar to answer her again despite fully knowing the reason. “Trauma. That’s all I can say… to you.” “T-trauma?” How?” As soon as she asked that, a rumble of dozens of Lumetraxes heading toward their location. They came from the hallway where Kane and Roslain fought each other. Before the students could do anything, Kane stormed the room and chanted a spell. --- Five minutes ago. “And then, she rejected me! Could you believe it?” “Hm.” Kane unscrewed a bottle filled with blue liquid before drinking it. “Drinking a mana regenerating solution and meditating during a duel. You are truly relaxed despite our vast difference in power,” said Roslain. “Better than doing nothing while listening to your unrequited love story.” Kane threw another firebomb at him; he missed again. The firebomb exploded far away after tenth bounces — much more delayed than last time. “For what reason did you keep throwing firebombs at me?” “Practice.” “Haha, you’re an odd one, aren’t you? I can’t tell what you’re thinking.” Roslain chuckled. “I appreciate that you’re willing to listen, Kane. Nobody sticks around until the end.” “I’ve got no choice; you’ve laid traps everywhere around me before you began your story.” Kane stood up before stretching his arms. He told merely the half-truth. “Ah, you noticed. I thought I could make you run around with the traps, but oh well, I shall do this instead.”  Roslain snapped his fingers. A multitude of rose vines emerged from the ground. They almost reached the ceiling. The red flowers bloomed and revealed their ugly fangs, oozing with venom. Razor grass blades grew through the stony floors. The hallway had turned into a deadly jungle in an instant. “Now, it’s your turn to entertain me.” The carnivorous roses swooped toward him at once. Kane dodged the first attack and latched onto the thorny stem, avoiding the other attacking roses. As his palm bled, Kane was carried around by the flower upward. It then swerved toward the wall fast. He immediately released his grip before getting smashed. Kane flew up in the air. For some reason, the roses kept their distance, disengaging. When he looked down, he understood. The spikes below were waiting for him. What should he do now? He could rely on his barrier to soak up the damage, but he would take a massive hit to his mana. Looking around, he found the answer. Casting a [Lesser Firebomb], Kane detonated the firebomb prematurely. The blast changed the fall course toward the nearest plant. He grasped for the vine with both hands, clutching it hard. As his blood dripped down, he stayed there despite the pain. Three more hostile roses were approaching. Kane threw a [Firebomb] into one of them straight into its mouth and imploded before killing it. Activating the barrier, he released his grip, then plunged into the blade grasses. He landed safely with little damage to his barrier. Suddenly, countless thin vines wrapped all over his barrier along with the two other roses. They tightened their clutch akin to a big snake with its prey. His barrier began to crack under the pressure. “This is bad! Should I use my ax? No, let’s not resort to that quickly. Perhaps, I could conjure one instead?” Kane closed his eyes. He chanted the same invocation as the [Firebomb] spell except for the runes. He inserted an ax shape inside the magic circle. He had been trying to invent a new spell by himself, but he always failed, so he opted for the alternative. A light flashed on his hands. Nothing appeared. Kane tried again; still nothing. The cracks were spreading. He kept trying and trying until the barrier shattered. The vines were free to entrap him! “Ugh!” Kane had no choice but to slide through the gap below. The grass blades tore his clothing and skin. He evaded the entanglement, although he paid for it with nasty cuts all over his limbs. Catching his breath, he gazed at Roslain sitting on his throne who was watching Kane’s struggle. “Outstanding! You’re the sole person who managed to survive the longest thus far.” Roslain applauded. “This is nothing. Is that all you’re capable of?” Kane spat. He needed a harder challenge — a challenge that would test his limit. “Big words for a weakling.” Roslain ceased smiling. He pointed with the rose wand; the color turned black. A dark aura swirled around it as the magic circle formed. “Very well, then. Do not blame me in your afterlife.” The vines grew a bunch of black roses from every side. They spewed pungent black smoke toward Kane. He immediately covered his nose. Poison! He sought for windows, but the vines sealed them off. He threw a [Firebomb] at them; he failed. The vines quickly regenerated after the attack and were too thick. At least the smoke had scattered away briefly, giving enough time to breathe again. “I have to cut them down!” Kane once more attempted to conjure an ax. This time, he tackled the problem from a different angle. He had imagined the ax too close to a normal ax last time. What if the ax was cruder? Tried it; didn’t work. Even rougher! Still not working… The dark mist had filled the surrounding area and the man-eating roses attacked him. Kane had to move from place to place while racking his brain off. His gut screamed to use his ax, but he ignored the advice. Cut wounds began to pile up. If this went on, he would die either from the poison or excessive bleeding! So, he used the last chance to conjure a magical ax. A magic circle was formed. Kane’s mouth moved naturally in a trance, chanting a modified phrase of his most used spell.  “[Call forth: Axeplosion]!” A full-obsidian ax appeared, including the short haft. The surface was coarse yet sharp. Glowing red veins crept around the weapon akin to a lava river. Grabbing it, Kane used [Flaming Hand] to prevent burns. He leaped toward the blocking vines and slashed them. They were sliced and burned easily, followed by a series of small explosions. The blast destroyed halfway of the now charred vine wall as the black roses withered. “What kind of weapon is that?” exclaimed Roslain. Ignoring him, Kane slashed again. He finally tore the vines apart. The black fog was sucked toward the outside. The ax suddenly turned hot red; he hurled it at Roslain. It blew up. His petal barrier blocked the shrapnels save for a few of them. They shredded his uniform and scratched his cheek. Roslain touched the cut and stared at the drop of blood on his fingertip. Standing upright, his fist clenched. His throne dried up along with the other plants. “You! You dare harm my beautiful face!?” Kane rolled his eyes. Yet another sissy, how typical. “…Just kidding. Any great prodigy wouldn’t utter childish words such as that.” Roslain tossed his rose wand skyward. It hovered above him as multiple magic circles were formed. He whispered an incantation, unlike the previous spells he cast before. “I see you’ve been holding back after all this time. Therefore, I shall return the favor.” “Not good!” Kane cast another magic ax before Roslain could finish his spell. However, he was a second too late. “[Rank 3 earth spell: Lotus Dragon]!”  Flower petals gathered above Roslain, teeming with mana. They gathered and formed a giant creature that resembled a long dragon as wide as the hallway’s width. The scales were made of pink petals while its eyes were radiating yellow light. It roared before rushing at Kane. Adjusting his stance, Kane performed an ax dance as he chopped his way through the dragon. When the ax reached its limit, he cast another ax before throwing it away. Rinse and repeat — except at the third time, he lacked enough mana. “Oh, crap—” Kane put up a barrier; it shattered immediately upon impact. He left his feet off the ground and braced himself. The dragon’s lower body struck him. He was propelled further into the back, hitting the ground a few times before sliding against the floor. Kane coughed up blood. His insides ached like never before. He should’ve heed Leonard’s intention. He didn’t anticipate the battle going for this long. They seriously took ages to get here. “Is that all you’re capable of?” mocked Roslain. “Heh… not really.” Kane tried to stand up, but the vines from above tied him down, lifting his body. Gazing at the helpless Kane, Roslain crouched down. He grinned. “Jokes aside, you’re quite good for… what’s your age again?” “13.” “Haha, of course.” He laughed. “You do realize I can do anything to you as of now? Don’t lie again, please?” “I have no reason to lie.” “…It seems you’re telling the truth, but I couldn’t help to doubt your words.” He walked around as he talked. “If you’re 13 years old and able to fight back against me, the second strongest mage under twenty in the world, how strong will you be at my age?” “...” “No answer? Wise decision.” He then cast a blade of sharp grass, pointing at Kane’s neck. “If I were to kill you here right now, I wonder if there would be a massive change in the future.”

The club fair had begun. Various signs and stands were erected in the training ground for students to see. Aside from clubs, there were also food stalls, mini-games, and even a sparring competition in the center. “So many people here.” Kane tiptoed as he overlooked the sea of people, truly different from yesterday. “That's a fair from a famous school for you,” said Brian beside him while reading a guide book containing the details of the fair. Zumi then came forward, facing Kane, Brian, and Athera. “Have you three decided which club do you want to join? As for me, I’ll join the Track Club!” “Chess Club ‘cause I’m a fan of strategy warfare,” answered Brian. “Literature Club… for me,” Athera replied. “Huh, you both are indoor types, aren’t you?” remarked Zumi. “What about you, Kane?” “I’m gonna join the Alchemy Club.” As soon as Kane said that, the three stared at him with confused looks. Tired of their reaction, he then said begrudgingly, “This crap again with you three. What’s wrong with what I said this time?” “Kane, do you realize that alchemy is one of the hardest professions out there?” said Zumi. “I know, Zumi. It’s just for a hobby, though.” “So, you've created potions before?” asked Brian. “I have, but mostly dru—” Kane bit his tongue. “Potions, mostly potions. And herbal medicines sometimes.” He almost said drugs, which probably was not wise to say that in front of them. He had synthesized narcotics before for personal use. Mainly to enhance his strength and stamina during difficult battles. “Huh. I thought you’re a kind of guy who prefers physical training all day long,” said Brian. “Haha, there’s gotta be a balance between outdoor and indoor activities.” Kane chuckled. Zumi squinted her eyes. “Hmm, you’re suspicious. Aren’t you just following Sharon? Like other boys in my class did?” “That’s not the main reason, but yeah, I’ll get closer to her by joining the club.” Kane shrugged. “Oh, right. You're in the middle of investigating her. Speaking of which, I’ve asked my friends about Lamille,” she said. “What did they say?” “She spent a night with her family. One of my friends saw Lamille getting into some carriage with her parents.” “That leaves Sharon, then. If your friends were telling the truth.” “Be careful, Kane. I hope you don’t get kidnapped or something,” joked Brian. “Yeah, that would be terrible,” Kane gave a bitter laugh. Later, they split up and went to find the club they wanted. Kane navigated through the crowd, passing many stands and stalls. Following the guide book, he easily found the Alchemy Club’s stand. They had a plain board with the club's name painted on it in a cursive text. Two plain-looking girls were sitting behind a table from the classroom. One was dealing with the applicants, while the other one was recording their names in a book. Compared to other stands, it had the most boring appearance he had seen so far, yet it had a long line consisting mostly of boys. Kane hesitated at first, before finally joining them. Sometimes, a passerby quipped about how pathetic the guys were for pursuing Sharon, which Kane very much agreed with. While waiting, Kane saw Calypso walking side by side with some random girls. Based on their conversation, they were mocking the students for joining the Alchemy Club. Then, their eyes met; Calypso cringed and immediately broke eye contact. “It’s not what you think it is!” shouted Kane. Alas, it seemed his words didn’t reach the prince. Around half an hour later, Kane’s turn was up. The plain girl with glasses was reading a book while resting her head against her chubby hand. Without batting an eye, she then spoke, “Your name and class.” “Kane Foxsnove from Class 1E.” “Kane… where did I hear that name before?” She finally looked at him. Her eyes bulged out. “You're that half-oni! Why are you here!?” “To join your club. What else?” he asked back. The girl squinted her eyes. “Did you apply here because of Sharon?” “Sort of.” “Oh.” She resumed her reading again. “Come to the Botany classroom tomorrow at 3 p.m. Don’t be late.” Kane gave a nod. When he was about to leave, the girl warned, “Don't underestimate alchemy, you hear?” “Got it.” He turned around and walked away. Looking around while strolling, he noticed that the stalls were much more common than the clubs. Also, many non-students had come to visit the fair. They were most likely aristocrats, mages, or other wealthy people, based on their extravagant outfits. Often Kane got weird stares and remarks from them, but he was already used to those. The next day, in the Botany room, around 40 applicants stood behind a long table, sharing with four other people. In front of them, a set of tubes and apparatuses, a small pot filled with clear water, numerous plants, and kitchen utensils were placed. They were not allowed to touch it, per the rules. Kane was among the applicants. Scanning the whole room, it was easy to find Sharon, who was standing in the corner and attracting a lot of gazes, especially from the boys. Some students were from Class E, but among them, the only one who stood out was Lucrais, the girl he dueled with before in the test. She stood beside him. “Didn’t think you were interested in alchemy, Kane,” Lucrais spoke out of the blue. “Same goes to you.” “I am a descendant of a renowned mage alchemist, so it’s natural for me to learn it. My mother is especially the greatest alchemist ever!” she boasted in a condescending tone. “That’s good to know,” commented Kane blandly. He couldn’t care less about a child bragging and exaggerating about her parents. “Tch! Why did I even bother talking to simpletons like you and other boys here…” She pouted. Her voice trailed off. “You misunderstood, Lucrais. I meant that your mother is really awesome. I want to meet her someday!” Kane somewhat felt bad. She probably was genuinely proud of her mother and wanted everyone to acknowledge her; it was different from arrogance. “You meant it?” “Yes.” Kane didn’t mean it. “Heh, of course, my mother is awesome.” She rubbed her nose. “But, you must prove yourself first before meeting her. She hates incompetent people.” “No problem.” Kane shifted his gaze toward the front and pondered about the test. “Everyone! Listen up!” A female teacher shouted facing the whole applicant from the far end of the room. “The test is simple: you must create a basic potion called Potion of Hands Enlargement. All of the ingredients are there, and you can follow the instructions written here." He pointed at the blackboard that was covered in a piece of fabric, preventing anyone from looking behind it. “How nice of them to give us the recipe.”“This is going to be a piece of cake.”“Hehe, I can finally meet Sharon more often.” Most of the applicants were relaxed. However, Kane was the opposite. He had no experience of brewing that potion, although it wasn’t his main concern. Despite having the privilege of reading instructions, he remained uneasy. Was the test really that simple? “You have an hour to complete the potion, and remember: read all of the instructions carefully. You are also allowed to talk with each other, but not purposefully disrupt or harm anyone. The test will begin in 3… 2… 1… Go!” She unveiled the content. All the applicants immediately read the first step. They picked up their knife and began chopping the plants into small bits. After the pieces were added into one of the tubes, they looked at the blackboard once again and so on. Thirty minutes had passed. Kane was boiling the ingredients in the pot. He had reached the 12th step out of 43 despite already giving his best. Was he that rusty? Or he was simply too slow when reading. Moving on to the next step, he read them again. “13. Heat the Saifan flower petals to 55 degrees.” Kane lifted an eyebrow. “Strange. Flower petals aren’t supposed to be heated, even I know that.” He then read the next passage. It was similar to before, so too the next. They were a bunch of nonsense that added nothing to the creation of the potion. Simply a waste of time. Kane skipped several steps until he read a passage that said, “35. Ignore step thirteen until step thirty-four. Pour the boiled solution into the beaker.” “Heh, I see. How clever.” Kane nodded as he followed it. The trap was most likely for those who were never interested in alchemy and had an ulterior motive. And for dumb people. Kane cast his gaze on the room, wondering how many people were caught by the trap. Almost all of them. They even chanted meaningless phrases several times, waving their arms around. Holding back his laughter, he switched his focus back to making the potion. “Perhaps I should pretend to do that?” pondered Kane. It would be weird for others if he didn't do that, as ironic as it might be. And thus, he decided to copy them just a little bit. “Pfftt!” Lucrais burst her mouth when she looked at Kane. “What?” “Nothing.” She let out quiet laughter before continuing her work. Only five minutes were remaining. Kane almost completed the potion. Thanks to the instructions, he encountered no issues during the process — unlike other applicants. They still had many ingredients left and already realized that some steps were fake, but it was too late, although not all of them were like that. Sharon, for example, had completed the potion and was checking other people, giving them support. She closed in at Kane, leaning from behind. “Wow, you’re doing great, Kane. I was worried that you were tricked by that trap.” Her honeyed voice entered his ears. “Thanks, senior. I realized it early because I happened to read all of the steps,” lied Kane calmly. Inside, he stiffened. Her soft breath was so close, it almost disrupted his concentration. He would’ve told her to stay away if not for her being Kane’s target. Nevertheless, he could continue with his work no problem as they conversed. “That’s good to hear. Say, do you have some free time tomorrow evening?” asked Sharon. Her bosom was pushing against Kane’s back. “Err… yeah, of course! What are we gonna do?” Kane pretended to be excited. Still, he never expected that she would ask that first. Were girls this bold nowadays? “Let’s have supper in the private garden. Don’t worry, we’ll spend our time together just between the two of us,” she whispered even closer. “Alright, I gladly accept your invitation!” “Mn, I like your answer. I’ll be waiting for you, then.” Sharon winked as she returned to her table. After the exchange, Kane could sense deathly stares from other boys, teeming with hatred and jealousy. It seemed that Sharon talked and got closer to him longer than anyone. As a response, he raised his head and put a smug expression at them; they hurled insults at him. “What did you talk about with Senior Sharon?” Lucrais creased her eyebrows. “None of your business.” Kane had no wish to involve more people in his investigation. “Hmph! I’m not that curious anyway.” She returned working on the potion. The teacher from before clapped once and shouted, “Time’s up! Put your hands away from the table!” “Dammit! I haven’t finished it yet!”“Those fake steps are so devious!”“Just five more minutes, please!” The applicants complained and whined while Kane managed to complete it. The potion was mossy green, aqueous, and stinky. According to the recipe, there should be no problem. Some applicants also succeeded at making the potion; however, the green hue differed from each other. Only Sharon, Lucrais, and Kane’s potion had the same color. The judges, who consisted of the teacher as the judge and the plain girl with glasses from yesterday as a scorekeeper, approached each of the tables, jotting down the evaluation. Some applicants complained, even begged for more time, but they were denied. The judges drew near Kane's table. “You must be Kane, correct?” The teacher asked as she appraised the potion. “Yes, ma’am.” “Your potion isn’t too bad. A little sloppy, but otherwise passable. Is this your first time making them?” Kane nodded. Technically, it was his first time to make the Hands Enlargement potion. “You have the potential, Kane. An oni alchemist might be rare, but that doesn't mean you cannot be one.” She tapped his shoulder before moving on. On the other side, Lucrais’s mouth gaped after hearing that. Kane was unsure why. After they finished judging every applicant, the teacher faced them again. Holding the paper score, she spoke, “The following applicants who have passed are: Sharon Cidermont, Lucrais Habborleigh,…” “As expected from them.”“Sharon is really smart.”“It’s no brainer that Lucrais has succeeded. She’s an alchemist’s daughter.” The crowd praised them incessantly. Then she continued, “...and Kane Foxsnove. The rest of you are dismissed.”

“See you tomorrow, students. Don’t forget there will be a Club’s Fair!” reminded Vauren as most of the students left the class. Kane walked toward him who was tidying up his desk and preparing to leave. “Kane I help you? Heh, do you get it?” Kane stared blankly. “...never mind.” He immediately turned around and walked toward the door. “Wait! I was merely cracking a joke. I have been waiting to say this since a week ago,” apologized Vauren. “My name isn’t even pronounced like that,” he complained. “I forgot. Ahem! What business do you have with me, Kane?” asked Vauren once more. This time, he pronounced it correctly and his smile had disappeared. “I’ve been wondering. There are some questions I’d like to ask…” After inquiring Vauren regarding the teachers’ activities last night, Kane had gained new information. They all lived in a dormitory similar to the students' except much bigger and better in terms of quality. According to him, nobody was absent nor leaving during the night due to the heavy rain. Of course, it still wasn’t enough. Next, Kane had to ask a female teacher or staff the same questions. Other than Teresa, Kane only knew two female staff in this academy: Maria and the librarian. Since the library was further than the infirmary, he went to the former first. --- In the training ground, Kane sat on one of the empty benches. Leaning against his back, he watched the students’ afternoon activities on the field. Some of them were trying to control a ball using their feet, some were doing exercises, and other various activities. It was unexpectedly rather relaxing; however, that wasn’t the reason for him to come here. He took a brief break after asking the same questions to Maria and the librarian. Both stated that nobody left their dorm yesterday night. Thanks to them, the culprit narrowed down to the two class-S students. Kane understood that he had to approach Sharon, but the question was: how to do it naturally? He considered joining the student council, but it seemed not worth the effort. It had been a long time since he had worked together with many people, and the result wasn’t pleasant. Then, Kane heard two male students discussing something behind him. “Hey, which club do you want to join?” asked a young male behind Kane to someone.“I’m not sure. Maybe The Alchemy Club,” replied another male with a slightly higher voice pitch.“Alchemy? Ha, as if you got a talent for that.”“Well, Sharon is going to join that club, according to the rumor.”“Seriously? She's the president of the student council, isn't she? Why would she abandon her position?”“I don’t know for sure, but I heard that she wanted to step down.”“Makes sense. She’s already a fifth-year student, after all. Also, it’s been 3 years since she became the president.” “Alchemy Club, huh? Thanks for the information, whoever you are.” Kane smiled after hearing the conversation. He had to join the club first, then approach Sharon. When he stood up, Kane saw a familiar face walking toward the opposite side alone. “Is that… Calypso? What is he doing here?” Kane squinted his eyes. At first, he didn’t care too much until he saw the sheathed wooden longsword was carried on Calypso’s shoulder. “Interesting.” Kane followed him while maintaining some distance and reducing his aura presence. Perhaps he could find something worth finding. Ten minutes later, Calypso stepped into a lone large square building through one of four opened doors. Molds were growing on the bleached walls. Faint shouts, mostly males, leaked out from there along with sounds of objects clashing with each other. Inside, there were around fifty people dressed in everyday clothing; some weren’t even wearing a top garment. Half of them were swinging their wooden sword at the practice target. The other half sparred against each other as the referee observed them. The room itself was wide enough for at least hundreds of people. Kane then approached Calypso who was entering a small chamber — based on the protruding room shape — and greeted from behind, “It seems you like to come here often. Why don’t you tell me about this place?” “Kane!? What are you doing here?” Calypso immediately turned around, shocked. “I followed you.” He gave an honest reply. “You are even worse than a savage, do you not know that?” Kane crossed his arms. “By all means, please enlighten me.” “A stalker!” “We’re even, then.” Kane’s lips curved into a sly grin. “That's…” Calypso opened his mouth, wanting to say something. It took a moment until he came up with an answer. “Fine, do whatever you want!” Then, a tall muscular man approached them. His long hair waved as he walked. He was the man who led the class S students. “Is this your friend, Calriss?” “He’s merely a classmate,” he said. “And a dorm mate,” added Kane. Calypso glared at the half-oni. “Would you please shut up?” Hearing the exchange, the man burst into laughter. “You two are close, aren’t you?” “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go ahead first.” Calypso then entered the room. “Geez. He’s still as cold as ever.” He then darted his gaze towards Kane. “So, you must be the rumored half-oni, Kane, yes?” “That’s right. And you are?” Kane asked back. “I’m Leonard Yalhurst from Yalhurst house, a fifth-year student and the captain of the Weapon Arts club and a class-S student. A pleasure to meet you.” He offered a handshake. His palm was thick and full of bruises. Raising his eyebrows, Kane grabbed the hand. It seemed his judgment regarding Leonard had missed the mark. “Weapon arts? Do you all want to become magic swordsmen or something?” “It's more of a hobby, you see. We don’t want to neglect our bodies while pursuing the truth of magic. Plus, we’ll be able to defend ourselves from melee attacks. Some of us do want to become one, such as Calriss and myself." “I see.” Kane scratched his chin as he nodded. “Say, what brings you here? Do you wish to join us, perhaps? Did Calriss recommend you? He's not a member yet, but he's very welcome to bring anyone.” “I’m… just checking other clubs before deciding.” “Alright. You can watch from there.” Leonard pointed at the rows of benches near the wall. “Or you can also try sparring since you seem to have potential.” “How do you know?” “The calluses on your fingers. You must’ve done labor work before becoming a student here.” “Good catch. I used to help my father with woodworking.” “How is Calriss a member here already before the Club’s Fair?” inquired Kane. “He came here with his own initiative and requested me to train him. Since I’ve known him for a long time, I agreed without questions asked,” he explained. “So, you already know his identity,” Kane made a confirmation. “Ah, of course. You too, eh? Nevertheless, he told me to use the name ‘Calriss’ while in this academy, so I must respect that.” As soon as Leonard said that, Calypso appeared, and had changed into a black tunic, decorated with white plant motifs. The wrapped two-handed wooden longsword rested on his shoulder. He then glared at the eyeing Kane. “Why are you staring at me like that?” “That color combination looks good on you,” Kane complimented nonchalantly. “W-what’s that supposed to mean, you freak?” Calypso immediately ran off towards the corner. His ears were flushed red. “I’ve never seen him so flustered before. How amusing,” Leonard chuckled. “He’s actually easy to tease despite his looks.” “Seriously?” He laughed heartily. “I’ll have to try that later.” Then a brief silence descended upon them. Should he ask regarding Sharon? He might get some suspicion, but still, that was a risk he was willing to take. And thus, Kane said, “You know, I've been wanting to ask some questions regarding a certain class S student.” “Go ahead.” “How much do you know about Sharon?” Leonard looked at Kane once more with stern eyes. “Why do you ask that?” “Just asking for a friend.” “Oh.” Leonard took a deep breath before speaking. “To be frank, I don't know much about her nor am I interested in finding out. Before becoming a Niflenia student, she claimed to be a daughter of some count family from a faraway place. It didn’t take a long time for her to become the president of the student council thanks to her charm.” “Then, how did she become a class-S student?” “The usual fare. Through tests and things like that. However…” “However?” “Some say that she seduced the examiners to let her pass. Granted, it’s merely a baseless old rumor, most likely coming from her jealous haters. Come to think of it, she wasn’t that outstanding in magic either, though still much better than Lia—” Leonard immediately pursed his lips. “Nevermind.” “Lia what?” Kane pretended to not know about her. He said those words to prevent any suspicion cast on him. Not saying anything would be a bad move. Still, why did he stop saying her name as if it was a taboo? “Forget that, will you? Is there anything else you want to ask? Other than the previous topic, perhaps?” Kane pondered Leonard’s answer. Based on that, Sharon shouldn't be able to destroy the giant door. That didn't prove much. She could be hiding her true power or something like that, but in the end, the information was too limited to make a judgment. Nonetheless, it was still useful. Now that he was one step closer to find the culprit, Kane no longer intended to stick around. Inquiring more questions could be dangerous because there was a possibility that Leonard was an accomplice or even the culprit himself. “That’s all for now. Thank you for your answer. I think I must go now. It’s getting late.” Kane bowed and turned around. “Hold it.” Kane immediately halted his steps as soon as he heard that. “Do you think you can leave scot-free without giving any compensation? If you take another step forward, I will tell every student about our conversation earlier. Of course, Sharon included.” “What do you want?” asked Kane back, facing Leonard. “2,000 gold,” he replied almost immediately. “You’re insane.” Leonard nodded. “Then, let me change my offer…” --- While Kane and Leonard were having a conversation, Calypso was busy stretching his limb muscles on the corner far from them. A while later, he unwrapped the wooden longsword and swung it around. It only lasted for a moment. He pinched the garb, then checked in one of the mirrors while still assuming a fighting stance. “Do I appear better in this color?” he asked himself. “…” “What a load of bullcrap! Is he even the type who likes giving compliments?” He swung the sword a dozen times, fiercer than before. Then, Calypso ran his fingers through his hair, pondering once more. “He did compliment me before, but…” Taking a glance at Kane's direction; he noticed that they were already gone and nowhere to be seen. A couple of minutes later, they had removed their uniform vest, carrying a steel sword each. The crowds halted their activities and opened a path for the two to the center. This caused whisperings between the crowd. “The captain’s going to fight that half-oni!”“This gonna be brutal!”“I already feel sorry for him.” Calypso managed to get a clear view in the front. Both Kane and Leonard stood face to face.

Kane stared at his palm, imagined the drawing, and chanted, “[Unranked fire spell: Flaming Hand]!” A red magic circle appeared. He did it in a single try! It glowed brightly for a moment, but then the flame combusted, creating a wild huge flame. If not for his quick reflex, he would’ve burned his face. He stretched out and shook his hand. It lasted about three seconds before fading away. His hand returned to normal. “What just happened!?” Kane panicked. “Hmm, I think you poured too much mana into it at once. And you should’ve let your mana flow into your hand steadily,” explained Liana. “So, it’s different from casting [Lesser Firebomb].” Kane had to adjust his mana usage better. Once again, he chanted the spell, but this time he focused on controlling mana. The flame manifested and covered his hand with less intensity than before. It lingered for a while before vanishing into trails of smoke. “Strange, it was supposed to burn longer,” he said, confused. “Don’t worry about it. Just keep practicing and you’ll master it in no time,” comforted Liana, smiling. Afterward, Kane kept casting [Flaming Hand] until he had no spare mana to continue. He parted ways with Liana and left the building through the mirror portal. While strolling, something buzzed from above. It then landed on his shoulder. “Heh, you're quite popular with girls, aren’t ya? Not bad, not bad at all.” “Maur? What are you doing here? Were you stalking me?” questioned Kane as he strolled. “I initially came here to tell you something. But when I saw you together with her, I decided to observe you first! Were you learning a new spell?” “Yes. It’s an unranked spell called [Flaming Hand].” Kane had been thinking that learning spells would be the same as learning martial arts. “What did you want to tell me?” “I’m afraid I cannot train you for the next three days. The leader of The Circle has summoned me for an urgent meeting,” said Maur. “That means I must train by myself, then?” “Yes, unfortunately.” Maur nodded. “Wait, I have an idea! Why don’t you continue training with that girl instead? She might be weak, but she knows magic more than you.” “That’s what I had in my mind.” Kane agreed. Maur turned toward Liana’s house. “That girl has a severe disorder, correct? At least based on my observation.” “Yeah, she can’t cast any spell because she couldn’t cultivate her mana.” “Poor girl. Despite having a level 9 talent, she’s basically a cripple. Not my business, though.” “Level 9 talent… Wait, what?” Kane stared at Maur in disbelief. “It’s trivial for a great mage such as myself to know someone’s talent when they cast a spell!” Maur gloated. “That’s impossible. I bet you know her from Reynar, didn’t you?” Even Kane could not determine one’s talent solely based on their vis quality alone. “Tch, you’re correct. He once told me about her and asked me to teach her. I refused him since I don’t teach a cripple. I mean, what’s the point?” he argued. “Can her disorder be treated?” asked Kane again. “Hmm. A skillful physician should be able to treat it… with the appropriate amount of payment, of course. Say, have you taken interest in her, boy?” Maur nudged with his tiny body. “What? No!” Kane turned away. “I just want to return the favor. That’s all.” “Is that so?” Maur smirked — at least that’s what Kane imagined when he said that. “That means you also will give me something, correct?” “If I’m not dead yet when that time comes.” Kane shrugged. “Ha! I expect a masterwork from you. And about your girlfriend, I suppose I’ll ask one of my colleagues to treat her.” Maur then turned around. “If there’s nothing else, see you in the next three days, and don’t forget to meditate every day!” He flew away at breakneck speed. “She’s not my girlfriend!” yelled Kane at the vanishing ant. Now that his schedule is free for today, Kane became unsure on what to do next. Should he hone his axemanship? It wasn’t a bad idea if he hadn’t done it in the morning. While pondering, he spotted a couple of people passing by. They were nothing unusual, merely some senior students with an ornamented, fancy sword hanging on their hip. Kane immediately clasped his hand. That’s it! He should spend his free time finding a smithy instead to create some weapons! He then ran toward the dorm, filled with excitement and inspiration. He removed his uniform, wore a simple linen tunic, and took 5,000 gold before going to the town. After asking a few people, Kane arrived at the commercial district of Rabrond, the heart and blood of the city. Square-shaped buildings spread across the road in uniform - they’re all either shops or services. There were only a handful of people here, yet it didn’t stop the ragged kids from crying their pitch sale for the store in front of them, only to be ignored by the passerby. Then, a sound of metal clashing against each other in a fast rhythm was faintly echoing nearby. It was all too familiar. He dashed toward the source and found a large but not tall white building with a door slit on the left. “Firerock Workshop, huh? I can sense some ranked weapons in there.” Kane then pondered for a while. “Becoming an apprentice again isn’t my plan. I must find a vacant shop in this district. I don’t want to waste my time too much just walking from school.” Kane wouldn’t have time to work following the schedule, so he needed freedom to smith whenever he wanted. He searched further to the edge of the city, into the dark alley where less rich people live and sleep. A sharp contrast from the general appearance of the city, although Kane was not surprised by it. The putrid stench of garbage and rotten food became noticeable as he ventured further. He received passing glances and curious gazes from the occupants as he proceeded further. The deeper he went, the more dubious the chance of finding what Kane wanted. He passed through several shady shops, including cheap brothels and bars — based on the price tag listed outside; they were closed during daytime. Some people even slept outside, appearing like a corpse. “Damn, I can’t find anything here. Looks like I shouldn’t get my hopes up,” said Kane, dejected. Right after he took a corner, he found a rundown shop in this tight alley. The planks covered the cracked windows. The store sign almost fell, only to be held by a single nail. Kane could barely read the sign due to the text fading away which said, ‘Salev’s Workshop’. “Workshop? So this is a smithy then?” wondered Kane out loud. “That’s correct, young lad. Or rather, it was a smithy,” a deep voice sounded from behind. Kane turned around. The voice belonged to a man in his fifties. He was not the most handsome man in the world and yet he was easy to look at. Most likely because of his amicable round eyes and chubby cheeks. The man wore a white shirt that had some dirt on his sleeves, paired with long black pants. When he noticed Kane’s gaze, the man smiled and said, “A half-oni? What a rare sight around here.” “And you are?” “I’m Salev, the owner of that rundown workshop. While I appreciate it if you want to visit my humble shop, I’m afraid you can no longer do that. It’s closed until… well, I honestly don’t know. I’m here to pack my stuff there.” He pointed at the cart behind him. “Let me guess: your shop has gone bankrupt?” Salev scratched his temple. “I hate to admit it but… you hit the mark. My shop hasn’t been doing well lately, ever since Firerock Smithy opened another branch in this district. How could I compete with such a big name? Not to mention, I have to pay the monthly ‘protection fee’ from the thugs around here. Sigh… I should’ve known when I bought this store back then. The suspicious low price is a huge red flag, and yet I couldn’t see it.” His eyes trailed off somewhere as he went on, but then he looked at Kane again before stepping forward. “Ah, sorry for this old man’s rant, I didn’t mean to do that. Well, if you excuse me-” “Wait.” “Yes?” Salev halted his steps. “Can I take a look at the inside?” “For what? Nothing’s interesting there,” said Salev. “I just want to know the condition. Can I?” pressed Kane. After a brief pause, Salev sighed and said, “Fine, follow me. Might as well help me with carrying stuff. I’ll give you some coins for the trouble.” Kane shrugged and accepted the request. *Creak* As they stepped inside the shop, Kane looked around. Almost everything in the room was made of wood, including the wall and flooring. It’s mostly empty, and the only thing left behind was a worn clerk desk on the corner near the window along with a wood-carved chair. Many planks were either peeled or moldy, though it could be worse considering the outer appearance of the shop. Looking at the back, there was a door on the opposite end of the room and a staircase right beside it. “What do you think? It’s a good store, no?” asked Salev. “It’s more or less what I expected. And tiny,” answered Kane. The shop was even smaller than a restroom in Niflenia Academy, but that didn’t bother him too much as long as the workshop was large and good enough. “Hah! Can’t disagree with that. That’s because the plot used to be a well. After it dried up, someone built the shop here.” “So, that’s why.” Kane nodded. Done talking, they headed upstairs via the ladder. The first object Kane saw was a bed filled with wheat straws. Looking at his west, there was a small table and a stool side by side. Salev then told Kane to move a dozen sacks filled to the brim at the west end of the room. Treading carefully, they began to move them downstairs since the floor creaked upon walking on it. “Thanks for the help, young lad. Here’s for your trouble.” Salev tossed a 10 gold coin to Kane. Kane caught it and asked, “Where’s your workshop?” “Inside that room.” Salev pointed at the door beside the staircase. “Do you want to see it?” “Yes!” The workshop was spacious, larger than Bokar’s. Could be due to the lack of everything besides the brick furnace and the anvil. Not too bad. Kane closed the door after he’s done checking it and approached Salev. “Hm? Is there anything else?” Kane leaned against the counter. “What will happen to the store?” “It will be auctioned unless there’s a buyer today.” Salev crossed his arms and asked jokingly, “What’s the matter, young lad? Do you want to buy it?” “Depends on the price you’re willing to offer,” replied Kane. “Let’s see. I would gladly take 5,000… no, 4,000 gold for this shop.” Kane fiddled his lower lip. While the price was reasonable considering the store’s condition, the tax should have been very expensive, especially in this commercial district. As long as he kept the store closed, he wouldn’t have to pay. Probably. “Deal.” “Huh? What do you mean by-” After taking a few coins, Kane dropped a gold pouch onto the desk. Salev arched his eyebrows when he saw them. With his thumb, he fiddled one of the coins. They were worth 100 gold each. He kept doing that until every coin was checked. “W-where did you get the money from? And how?” “From tutoring students,” answered Kane. He left out his income from smithing. “What!?” He was taken aback but immediately regained his composure. “Even in my 10 years of selling equipment, I barely scraped a thousand gold…” “So do you agree or not?” Kane folded his arm while drumming his foot. “I… I’ll be more than happy to accept!” Salev beamed a smile. “Glad to hear that.” “Err, may I know your name, young lad?” His tone was more respectful compared to before. “My name is Kane Foxsnove.” “Kane Foxsnove… that sounds familiar. I’ve heard that name before but I can’t remember,” pondered Salev. Hearing this, Kane raised his eyebrows. He didn’t completely fade away from common people’s history as it turned out. Whatever the case, he couldn’t care less where on when Salev heard his name before since it was irrelevant to him. Kane chose to not say anything. They bid farewell after exchanging and signing some papers. Noticing the lack of sunlight, Kane gazed skyward. Enormous dark grey clouds were looming over the city as the storms were brewing in the distance. “Seems like it’s gonna rain tonight.” Uneasy, Kane hurried back to the academy.

Down in the dark cave, Kane sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. Despite the ongoing battle outside, he remained unfazed and still as if he had turned into stone. He seemed to be sleeping from the outside. As of right now, Kane was standing in a foreign place. There was a huge ancient structure, fallen into ruins and eroded by wind. Some of the towering stone pillars had broken, split in two. Wild grasses grew on the gaps of the dusty floor and vines crept both on the walls and pillars. Kane was uncertain whether he was dreaming or he had been teleported by unknown means. He couldn’t even remember what he’d been previously doing, so he just walked forward, hoping to find the way out. When he stared upward, there was a colossal statue of a lean woman. Garlands of flowers adorned her wavy hair. She wore a dress that draped down her knees. In her right hand, there was a staff with seven gems on the top. Kane was unsettled by her wide eyes as if they were following his movement. “Kane Foxsnove, the ax saint who is living his second life. Welcome to my temple,” a deep yet alluring voice called from the statue’s head. “Are you one of the Lords? Where is this place?” Kane knitted his brows together as he looked at the gazing eyes. “You are correct. My name is Vetess, the Lord who rules over sorcery and mana. In other words, I am the Lord of Magic. I guide aspiring mages to set their foot on the path of magic. You do not seem surprised; perhaps you have met a Lord before?” Kane nodded. “Yeah, I’ve met one back then. I hope you’re more pleasant than he was.” Vetess let out a chuckle. “I may know who you are referring to. Ehem! Going back to your other question, you are currently in one of my temples as a mere form of consciousness. I picked this ruined temple so that we can talk in private.” “A consciousness?” Kane checked his body. He was translucent and naked. While covering his private part, he realized that his form was his previous life’s body. Was it because his soul was still unchanged despite the reincarnation? Kane was convinced that this was the answer. He then asked, “Well, this is embarrassing. How did I get here?” “When someone unlocks their mana within the body, their consciousness is transported momentarily to another realm. Whoever they are, they will be blessed to be able to use magic,” she explained. “So, every mage or magic-user has met you before, have they?” Kane stroke his corporeal chin. “No. They were under the care of my guardians. I never personally interfered with the process until now.” Despite being made of stone, her eyes crinkled slightly. “But before I answer more of your questions, you must answer mine first.” “The entity who governs this world, a Lord, wants me to answer her questions. Interesting. What do you need to know?” Kane grinned, somehow feeling superior. “Like every other Lord, we are not omniscient, unfortunately.” She uttered a sigh. “Why do you desire magic? With your vast experience, I predict you will stand at the peak in just 40 years without relying on magic,” said Vetess. Her tone was filled with confusion. “Three reasons.” Kane extended his hand and lifted his three fingers. “First, if I don’t learn magic, it will be a huge waste of my talent. Second, I realized that learning something new would be fun and challenging. Third, I need to become strong fast to complete my goal before it’s too late.” “I understand. Is your goal related to the woman who has killed you?” she asked again. “Yes. I need to stop Xervatia from misusing the rank 10 sword. She’s a highly dangerous demon with a hatred for humanity, I think. Additionally, I’m responsible for the sword creation,” said Kane. “Ah, a noble goal. You are heading to the right path in spite of your appearance. Indeed, a rampaging demon could threaten this world.” After a short pause, she then said, “I am satisfied with your answers. You may ask again.” “I’ll ask the most important first. Why was I reincarnated?” He crossed his arms. “I am afraid that I do not know the details. We have had a couple of reincarnators before, but they were never from this world, nor did they possess dead bodies. The Lord of Life and Death might be more knowledgeable than I am,” lamented Vetess. “I see.” Kane nodded. Even though he didn’t get the answer, Kane learned something useful. These reincarnators may know the reason; meeting a Lord would be much more difficult. “Then, how can my current body have a level 10 magic aptitude talent?” “Hmm, I am going to tell you a brief history first. Back in ancient times, the oni was once a proud race. With their superior talent to control magic combined with their unmatched strength growth, they were the peak of the demi-human, even surpassing the elves. However, their arrogance was at par with their might. They believed that they should rule the world, and thus they declared war on us after conquering all of the continents. “Long story short, we won. Most of the Lords suggested the oni race should be eradicated. I suggested they have the chance to redeem themselves with one condition: deprive them of their intelligence and magic talent. A genocide was too evil for my taste, after all. They too then share my sentiment on that,” she finished explaining. “Thanks for the history lesson, but what does that have to do with me?” asked Kane with a dismissive tone. He didn’t know about this until now because he had never cared for history anyway. “Your oni bloodline is the reason for your high talent. Perhaps—” Kane’s form began to waver and fade away when Vetess was halfway speaking. “Ah, your time is almost up. Here is my special blessing for you. I hope you use it wisely.” The statue’s head shot a ray of light toward Kane. He began to glow as he bathed in the light. “You will find more answers in the future. Goodbye, Kane Foxsnove.” “Just finish the answer!” He vanished from the temple, leaving nothing but the echo. The presence in the statue also faded away. --- Kane slowly opened his eyes. When the dark rocky wall entered his vision, he knew he had come back to the real world. The encounter was real yet it seemed like a dream. Looking around, he saw neither Zumi nor Athera in his vicinity. Faint shouts and other mixed noises echoed from the cave. Was there a battle going on? Still, the abrupt interruption was annoying for Kane. Now, he had no option other than finding the answer himself. Also, he wondered what the blessing was. While he was pondering, he heard a couple of footsteps approaching. Judging from the sounds, there were two people. They were conversing as they walked. Kane managed to comprehend the conversation, although it was barely audible. He pretended to fall asleep. “I’m still not used to this body, Max. I wonder when the shapeshifting potion ran out,” said the twin. “Be quiet, Ray! What if the observer hears you. The prince will be disqualified and he won’t give us the money,” the other hushed him. “Ah, sorry. By the way, your lighter is really helping us in this cave. I forgot mine back at home.” “I always carry this around. It’s my lucky charm after all. Didn’t expect it would be handy.” He stopped his feet in front of Kane. “That’s the half-oni and those are the cores. Looks like we hit the x mark.” “Heh, sleeping when his friends are being beaten by the prince. What a carefree kid,” said Ray. “Don’t wake him up. Even though he’s still a child, he can take down a rank 2 monster alone. He might wipe the floor with us,” warned Max. “Right, right. I’m done collecting the cores. Huh, what’s that?” Sound of wing flapping entered Kane’s ears. “It’s just the observer’s summon. Let’s go back.” As the two walked further from Kane, he opened his eyes. His brows narrowed. Wanting to beat the twins, he reached for the ax. Kane unintentionally grasped the spell book first and got a sudden idea. He could try learning a spell for the first time. Kane imagined his mana gathered on his hand. The book flipped its page fast by itself. The writings also glowed blue light. A moment later, the book combusted, leaving no trace. The new information rushed into his head. Kane somewhat knew how to cast [Lesser Firebomb] as if he had cast it before. He took out the ax and prowled the cave floor, stalking the twins from a distance. When they were standing at the cave entrance and talking to the prince, Kane made his move. He threw the ax at the right twin after making sure it would land on the blunt side. It conked his posterior skull; he fainted almost immediately. The loud thud startled the other twin. Kane already caught the ax and bashed his head. He hoped he didn’t use too much force — otherwise, the inflicted injuries would be fatal. And finally, Kane stepped outside.

“Must every potential student fight you in the end?” questioned Kane. Winning against a legendary mage while Kane was not even a mage yet seemed to be an impossible feat. “Nope. They endured an entirely different trial. Since you’re a special case, I can’t think of other ways to test you,” explained the ant. “But I’ve passed your trials already.” “How about this? I will teach you completely free of charge for a year, instead of just a month. If you pass the trial, that is.” “Wait, I thought the school would pay for it,” said Kane. “Boy, your tiny school won’t be able to pay half of my fee even if they sell their entire property. The demands of people hiring me are very high, you know?” The ant snorted. Kane was silent as he thought of an answer. He then said, “Bring it on.” “I’ve changed my mind.” “Huh?” “I SAID, I’VE CHANGED MY MIND!” The ant yelled and stopped speaking again for a while. “Ahem, I just have a better idea instead of fighting since you definitely have no chance to win. Are you listening?” “Yes, I’m listening…” Kane trailed off. It was tiring to hear the ant speaking yet he couldn’t do anything about it. “Here’s how the third trial will proceed…” --- They moved to a land where there were no craters or fissures around. Kane and the ant separated quite far. A line of rocks and pebbles was arranged on the ground near the ant. After taking a deep breath, Kane recounted Maur’s words, “Before we begin, let me get this straight: I must cross the finish line while surviving your assaults.” “Mn.” “And if I were to get severely injured, you would come to rescue and give me a top quality health potion that can instantly heal me from your dimensional pocket. But, that means I failed the trial.” “That’s right. You’re actually a great listener, boy; I thought you were a bit deaf. In addition, I won’t cast any spell above rank 2 as a handicap. Any question?” “Can I use my ax and other moves besides my spells?” “By all means, go ahead! I don’t care how you reach the goal, be it with magic or vis like what you’ve demonstrated before. It doesn’t matter.” “Then, what would you do if I died?” “Such a trivial matter. I’ll just bring another level 10 kid I know to enroll here as a replacement! You’re not from an important family, aren’t you? I can easily tell.” Kane could say nothing. The ant’s casual reply was heartless yet compelling. He felt that the ant and he somewhat shared a similar mindset. Was it because they both had reached the pinnacle of power? Or they had lived long enough to see living beings as insignificant matters. Either way, there was something that made no sense. Why did an arrogant ant like him become a tutor for the weak? “You can chicken out if you want to, but that would be very lame. I would still respect your decision, though,” said the ant. Kane ignored the remark and kept mulling over the decision he had to make. A moment later, he shouted, “Okay, let’s do it!” “Are you certain? This is the last chance,” warned him. “I’ve got little time until the tournament. So, stop asking twice.” As soon as Kane said that, dozens of spinning magic circles appeared. They were aiming at Kane’s general direction. The ant then said, “Believe me, you’ve made the right decision in case that’s the reason. The third trial begins-” Judging from the magic circles, all of them are rank 1 spells… He’s underestimating me. Kane took a defensive stance, bracing himself. He knew that for a mage of The Circle, casting rank 1 or 2 spells would practically consume little to nothing. In other words, he could summon thousands of them and the ant would still have full mana. “-Now.” From the circles, barrages of human-sized boulders were shot in random intervals. They bounced a couple of times while approaching Kane at high speed. Clutching his ax with both hands, Kane advanced against them. He knocked aside the nearest boulder by swinging his ax, and when another one closed in, he sidestepped, barely avoiding the impact. Kane once more swatted the third one and dodged the fourth one. The cycle repeated until he was halfway to the goal. Out of nowhere, four boulders were approaching from every side except behind. He stepped back to avoid getting crushed by the boulders in between them. But then, two boulders from each side clashed with Kane. There was no time to dodge! The devastating impact might flatten anyone like a pancake; however, his weapon prevented Kane from that situation. He held the ax in a perfect horizontal axis, so the boulders would hit the ax's head and the knob instead of him. Wasting no time, Kane dashed toward the ant while repeating the cycle. “Not bad! Let’s turn up a notch, shall we?” The ant summoned hundreds if not thousands more magic circles. They had different runes from before and were rank 2 spells. Countless stone spikes pelted at Kane like a violent hailstorm. He kept twirling his ax non-stop as he fend off the hail of spikes while defending himself from the boulders. Just when he thought he got the situation under control, umpteen magic circles were summoned. The spikes gradually began scratching him one at the time. In just a few moments, Kane was marred by scratch wounds all over his limbs. He knew that if this continued, he would be overrun by the spikes. Therefore, he had no choice but to reveal one of his secret moves. While defending himself, Kane channeled his vis onto the ax. “[Tornado Advance]!” Kane rotated his body, stretched forth his ax, and started spinning. Every projectile that came in contact would either bounce away or be sliced in two, including the boulders. Nothing could slip through. He moved forward while maintaining the spin. In just a short amount of time, Kane almost reached the finish line. The ant then said, “Great job for coming this far. But…” A large magic circle flashed in front of him. A long stone block sprung forth toward the spinning Kane. “Try harder. Take this spell, boy!” The block hit Kane directly, pushing him away. It was impossible to deflect due to its weight, but that alone was not enough to stop him. Still spinning, he latched the ax onto the block, used the momentum to do a flip, and then landed with both feet. He immediately sprinted on the moving platform and continued racing toward the finish line without his ax; he had no time to pull it out because it was stuck quite deep. Almost there! Kane gritted his teeth. “I won’t let you!” The ant cast another dozens of earth spikes. Kane kept running as the spikes tore his skin. When he saw a boulder was rolling down on the platform, he threw a [Lesser Firebomb] spell. The explosion caused the boulder to stray from the path. He reached the end of the block and jumped as far as he could. Another magic circle appeared under him. A second stone block manifested and hit Kane’s belly. He was thrown skyward. While in the air, a boulder shoved against him toward the opposite of the finish line. Kane propelled backward, fell, and skipped the ground a couple of times. Seeing the ax near him, he quickly grabbed the shaft with both hands, preventing him from flying further. He clutched it so hard, the skin of his palm peeled due to the friction. When Kane finally stopped the force, he tugged the ax until it came off. Panting heavily, he kneeled to catch his breath. Something was rising up from his stomach; Kane threw up all of the lunch. The previous blow from the block had affected him severely despite having enveloped his body with vis aura because a rank 2 spell was too powerful for him. He wiped the puke residue from his mouth and stood up. That was… unpleasant. Kane measured how much of his vis was left by sensing it; only less than half was remaining. He could barely feel his arms after grabbing the ax. The magic circles had disappeared for a while as though he was given time for a break. The ant then said with a concerned tone, “Ugh, that’s nasty. You probably shouldn’t have eaten beforehand.” “Reynar told me to,” replied Kane weakly. “Pft! You trust him too much, boy. Even though he was my student once, I felt like I haven’t known him well enough.” Maur snickered. “In terms of skill, you’re the best amongst all students that I’ve seen. You even almost caught me off guard with your fancy moves. But that alone is enough! I want to see a much more important thing in you. I won’t spoil it—” “Perseverance?” interrupted Kane. “Tch, you ruined it. But yes, the goal is mainly to test your limits, not your skills. Now let’s stop talking and continue before you get too comfy.” The magic circles manifested and assaulted Kane with barrages of spells once again. I shouldn’t waste any more time and start getting serious! Kane took a deep breath and heaved it back. He shut his eyes despite the raging earth spikes and boulders. Vis in his body circulated from his abdomen to his entire body and back to his abdomen. In a blink of an eye, the cycle had repeated ten times. Kane glowed under vis aura brighter than usual. With a sharp gaze, he advanced forward through the chaos. When a boulder was approaching towards him, he simply swung his ax from a distance. The boulder was split into a half. His fiery aura protected Kane from the earth spikes. Once again, he almost reached the goal. “Let’s see how you deal with this!” The ant summoned five earth blocks at Kane. The ax clashed against the spells. Kane was slowly repelled despite exerting all of his strength. His hands began to tremble as he began losing his stamina. The earth blocks were relentlessly pressuring Kane. It was a stalemate. Clenching his teeth, he transferred most of his vis into his hands, then to his ax. A small crack appeared on the block and then expanded into a wide one. With a single push, Kane swung a big arc as he screamed. The violent vis blast obliterated all of them in an instant. It traveled even further, approaching the ant. The strong wind blew him away to a distant area despite already having a barrier. The ax crumbled into dust before the gust swept them. Kane dragged his feet as he struggled to keep his eyes open. His mind told him to lay down, rest, and sleep immediately, but he understood that he must march toward the goal. Taking a step felt as though a heavy steel ball was strapped on his foot. As he progressed, the energy within him disappeared until it was gone. Just… a little bit… more… Kane collapsed. His vision turned darker, darker until he plotzed. “Hey!” A cold liquid seeped into Kane’s mouth. It was as sweet as honey. Reinvigorated, he slowly opened his eyes, raised his body, and looked around. The ant was there, on the shoulder of a human-shaped golem that stood menacingly. Kane then asked, “How much time has passed?” “Since you closed your eyes? Literally a minute. Be sure to thank me for rescuing you. If not for my superior flight magic, you would’ve probably died from exhaustion.” “Really?” Kane was certain that he’d saved a tiny bit of vis so he wouldn’t die. “I lied. You did look like you were going to, though.” “...” “Can’t you show at least the slightest gratitude? I sacrificed my precious potion and just to be hit with questions,” the ant spat. “I get it already.” Kane scratched his head. “Thanks for saving me.” “Now that’s what I want to hear. With that aside, I have something to say regarding your third trial.”

Kane entered the shop for the second time. The inside was still the same as before. He saw a woman behind the counter, in her mid-thirties, perhaps. She wore a green mage robe and a jet black mantle. A symbol of a tiger in the shield frame symbol was sewn on the right side of the mantle. It was unknown which academy’s uniform it was, as he did not know every magic school’s insignia. “Welcome to Evelyn’s Apothecary. I’m Evelyn. How may I help…” She gasped in the middle of the sentence. “A half-oni?” “Where’s Jackie?” he asked, ignoring the remark. “What do you want with my daughter?” Evelyn narrowed her brows. “I just want to know why she suggested to me the [Lesser Firebomb] spell book,” replied Kane. “She did that? I don’t know why you would even buy a spell book here, but… please wait here for a moment.” She ascended the narrow wooden stair behind on the left side. “Jackie, come down here!” she shouted, then went back to the counter. A series of footsteps tread on the stairs. A girl wearing two long white socks, a skirt and a shirt descended. “Why did you call me, ma? I was studying…” “A boy is looking for you.” “Who?” she asked, then her eyes darted to the half-oni. “Ah, it’s you again! Kane, right? You’re injured...” “Yeah, it’s me, and don’t worry about it. Now tell me, Jackie. Why did you recommend [Lesser Firebomb]? I know it’s a trash spell now after somebody told me. I bet you knew that too,” said Kane, slapping the desk. Jacqueline scratched her head and looked elsewhere. “Because… you wanted an easy spell. So, there you go.” “Aren’t there other easy spells, like [Earth Shard] for example? Why did you recommend that one in particular?” Kane pressed further. “Err…” Jacqueline looked at her mother. “Ma, can you help me?” “Nope. You must answer your previous customer’s questions by yourself.” Evelyn shook her head. Jacqueline pouted before she sighed and said, “Haaah, you got me. That was because I didn’t think you had much money. Sooo, I recommended that one, the cheapest spell in our store.” “What’s the average price of each rank?” asked Kane with suspicion. “Unranked is around 1,500 gold and rank 1 is 4,000 gold. They’re slightly below the usual price, by the way. Isn’t that right, ma?” She looked at her mother. “True,” Evelyn answered. Kane’s eyes bulged out, and he stared at her in disbelief. He had never expected the price tag would be sky-high, almost exorbitant. He knew the path of the mage was reserved for the wealthy, yet he still didn’t see this coming. Considering the ease of using it, the price was justified and balanced, he thought. “I hope you’re not angry, Kane… I didn’t mean to trick you,” said Jacqueline with teary eyes. “No, I’m not. I just wanted to know whether you’ve conned me or not, which I believe you didn’t.” “Ehem!” Evelyn coughed. “Although my daughter didn’t lie, she wasn’t being fully honest either. I’m very sorry about this, Kane.” She bowed deeply. “Ma, you don’t have to—” Jacqueline was forced to bow by her mother. “As an apology, you can get a 10% discount off any purchases forever and for unlimited amounts!” she shouted, still bowing. “Hmm, are you sure?” Kane stroke his chin. It was a surprise yet a pleasant one. “We don’t go against our words. My daughter is still learning, but she’ll be better.” Evelyn straightened her back. “Alright, I accept your apology,” said Kane. He had an idea to raise the discount to 20%, but that would be too shameless so he discarded it. “Thank you, Kane. You won’t regret doing any transactions here.” Evelyn put a wide smile. “I will buy or sell something here in the future. Today, I don’t have any plans yet,” said Kane. “That’s fine. You can look around if you like,” said Evelyn. “Say, were you actually able to learn the spell?” “What are you saying, ma? He wouldn’t buy a spellbook if he couldn’t use it.” Jacqueline stared at her mother with confusion. “Anyone who is a part oni isn't able to use magic, Jackie.” “Really!?” she exclaimed, then looked at Kane. “Let’s just say I’m an exception. Here, I can show it to you.” He chanted [Lesser Firebomb]. When the magic circle started to appear, he stopped and it disappeared. This time, he managed to halt the spell before the firebomb was shot. Evelyn showed a similar expression as Reynar. She trembled in silence. After a while, she regained her composure. “This is unbelievable!” “Yeah, yeah. I know.” Kane scratched his ear. It was tiring to see the same reaction every time. They continued to chat for 30 minutes until Kane left the shop. They asked him questions non-stop regarding himself, particularly after Kane told them that he enrolled in Nifflenia Academy. He had thought to keep it a secret, but then again, they would know sooner or later. Kane arrived at the same inn and slept like a baby for 12 hours straight. --- The next morning, the front yard of Nifflenia Academy was crowded with a sea of people. Most of them, especially the ones in uniform, headed to the west toward the building complex, whereas the rest without uniform went to the main building after seeing the notice board. A young blonde man was walking, blending in the crowd. His ivory vest was too tight for his body and it hovered above his waist. He had tied his glossy white tie around his neck without symmetry. With a hunched pose, he stood near the fountain. “Morning, John!” A black-haired teen greeted him. He wore the same cloth as the blonde guy except that he was neater. “Yo, Matt. We’re repeating a year, huh?” said John as he wrapped his arm around Matt’s shoulder. “Can’t believe it’s our third time.” “Yeah, being a legit mage is so hard.” Matt heaved a sigh. “Maybe I’m not fit to be one…” “Could be. Then again, lots of us are repeating too, so it’s definitely the academy’s fault.” They laughed until one of them noticed something. “Hey John, look over there!” He pointed at the left. John turned his head in the pointed direction. “Is that… an oni? And what’s up with that odd clothing?” “Seems so.” Matt nodded. “He’s probably very lost or this academy standard bar has fallen low. Like, it got dropped from a mountain directly to a bottomless pit.” “Heh, I hope it’s the former. If they let a savage oni become a student of this academy, I won’t be surprised to see a goblin roaming around here,” quipped John. “Hahaha, let’s just quit together when that happens,” laughed Matt. “Anyway, let’s talk more in the class. I’m kinda curious who’s left.” --- Amid the crowd, Kane moved along with them. He saw a black-haired teen pointed in his direction and was talking about him. It was already the fourth time he’d seen this kind of thing. Kane had thought that he was used to being a center of attention, yet the frequent stares and racist remarks were starting to get on his nerves. It reminded him of a painful event of his childhood in his previous life. Kane couldn’t stand them; he plowed through the crowd. He didn’t care if anyone got bothered by the push. After a while, he escaped the crowd and entered the main lobby. As he approached the round desk in the middle, the receptionist spoke. “Good morning, Kane. Are you heading toward the ballroom?” “Yeah.” He nodded. “Am I that memorable?” “Well, being the sole oni here does help tremendously,” she chuckled. “May the Lord of Fortune bless you.” After the exchange, Kane followed the same path to the ballroom. Two Nifflenia officer mages stood guarding the entrance. One of them was carrying some papers. “You are Kane Foxsnove, correct? Go ahead, your two friends have entered before you.” They pushed open each door. “That was quick,” Kane muttered. He had expected some surprised expressions and a series of questions. Perhaps Reynar had notified them beforehand of his arrival. The ballroom was filled with children on their comfy seats without tables. Noisy chatters reverberated through the room. Somehow the number of people here had roughly stayed the same as yesterday despite the harsh exam. As he observed the crowd, a finger poked his left shoulder. Kane turned his head and saw Athera standing there meekly. Kane, over here!” she tried to shout, but her voice was drowned in the sea of noise, almost inaudible. “Ah, it’s you. Where’s Zumi?” he asked with a loud voice. “She sat over there, reserving o-our seats for us,” Athera replied. He followed the elf to the destination, traversing the gap in between people sitting. Apparently, the seats were quite in the front row on the left side, which was emptier compared to the back row. “Hi there, Kane,” Zumi greeted, waving her hand. “Hi,” Kane greeted back. He looked at her and noticed Zumi was no longer wearing her shoulder pad. “Is your shoulder fine, Zumi?” “It still stings a little, but all in all, it’s fine,” she said. “Dislocated shoulder seems to heal faster than a cracked one, huh?” “Well, yes. Obviously.” Kane let out air through his nose. He sat next to Athera who was sitting beside Zumi. Zumi clapped her hands once and said, “Anyway, for our group’s second meeting, let’s talk about our class placement! Mine is Class B.” “I’m in Class A…,” said Athera. “Nice! As expected. Although we’re separated, we can still see each other easily.” Zumi leaned forward and turned her head toward Kane. “What about you?” “Class E,” he replied. “Seriously!?” they exclaimed with their eyes bulged. “That’s the worst class in the academy!” Zumi shouted. “I’m not exactly well-versed in the magic department so… yeah,” said Kane, hiding the truth. “But hey, at least I can be a student in this academy, right?” “That’s right, I guess. I heard you can climb up the rankings if you’re doing great as well as the opposite. So watch out, Thera!” Zumi warned. “Um!” Athera nodded with passion. “I’m not interested in changing class anyway. Not even to Class S,” said Kane. “Eh!? Why?” asked Zumi in disbelief. “Because I simply don’t care.” Kane shrugged. “K-Kane, being in a better class… has really good benefits, you know. Especially Class S…” said Athera. “Fine, maybe I’ll change my mind later.” Kane gave up. Upon hearing her words, Zumi bit her lips. “Class S might be impossible for all of us. I can’t even imagine myself entering it.” “Why is that?” he asked. “First, you need to have level 5 talent or above. Then, you must have enough mana to cast rank 2 spells 10 times in a row. I don’t know the rest, but those two alone are harsh requirements. I heard this from a teacher here, by the way,” explained Zumi. In the middle of the explanation, Athera was frowning and humming. “What’s the matter, Thera?” asked Zumi. “N-nothing.” She shook her head. After a while, Reynar’s voice reverberated through the room. It came from the podium. The vice headmaster stood along with other people standing behind him. The speech had begun. He welcomed all new students before thunderous applause filled the whole room. Next, he listed all the rules while carrying a bunch of papers. In the middle of the speech, Kane fell asleep like many other people. By the time he woke up, the person talking had changed to someone else. He was introducing his class material, but Kane had no idea which class it was for. The speaker finished talking and passed right to Reynar. He proceeded to conclude the speech. “Ah, on a final note, please do respect everyone in spite of the differences and races. Especially to the one who has two horns on him. Thank you very much for your attention and goodbye.” He left the podium, followed by other teachers. “Wow, you got mentioned, Kane,” said Zumi, looking at him. “Hmph, that was unnecessary.” Kane rubbed his nose. He wasn’t sure whether that was an effective message or not.

Brian raised an eyebrow. “I don’t want to tell you this, but you’re not making any sense. She was saving us earlier, you know.” “...” Kane kept staring at him for a while before responding, “Nevermind. I guess I sounded crazy, huh?” He then averted his gaze. “Well… you did, to be honest. How did you make that conclusion?” asked Brian. “It was just a hunch. You can freely ignore it if you like.” Kane couldn’t explain it because he had no proof. And yet, he had a feeling to not be involved with that woman. “Maybe you are being paranoid, Kane.” Brian tapped Kane’s left shoulder. “I hope so.” --- The dining room was indoors and it was as large as the main hall, yet it was barely enough for all the students in school. Kane searched for an empty table, but the sea of people made it very difficult even for him. He also noticed that most of the demi-humans were sitting along with their race. Fortunately, a group had just finished their meal and left the table so Kane and Brian could sit. A nearby waiter cleaned up their table and gave them a menu which had a variety of food and beverage selections. Their lunch was a grilled venison steak with minced boiled potatoes and a variety of veggies on the porcelain plate, as well as a glass of red wine. Kane was relieved that he chose this school instead of others. He did not expect to eat such lavish dishes. They ate in silence, and so did the rest of the students. Even outside of their home, they followed table manners. Despite looking like a bumpkin, Kane also knew it due to him frequently visiting rich business clients in their home before he reincarnated. Judging from Brian’s surprised face, he certainly did not expect that. After sipping a glass of wine, Brian then spoke, “Thank you for the meal. Now then, I want to hear your conclusion of Sharon.” “I thought you didn’t believe me,” said Kane. “I still do, but I’m not close-minded. I promise I won’t laugh,” he assured. “Very well. There are three reasons. First, when we were being yelled at, I had some time to observe the crowd. And I saw Sharon was just standing and watching us from afar.” “She could be trying to know what’s behind the crowd,” argued Brian. “If that was all, I wouldn’t suspect a thing. Second, the sun hat she put on while watching us was gone.” “Huh? But she didn’t wear a sun hat… and even if she did, how could you possibly know that?” “I saw her bracelets when she folded her arms. It matched with the distant figure that I saw. The sun hat was probably thrown away.” “Then, we should’ve seen the hat on the floor, right?” “I think somebody took it, which makes it even weirder. I didn’t see that happen, unfortunately,” Kane lamented. “Accomplice… I think you’re just imagining things, Kane. Just because she was wearing a sun hat, it doesn’t mean she's a bad person,” he snorted. “I’m not finished yet. I recall she’s famous among the students, yes?” “I think so. Wait, what are you getting at?” “My conclusion is, the sun hat was to hide her identity, waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt. And when that moment arrived, she took it off to make her face known to the crowd without anyone suspecting anything.” “!” Brian immediately stood up. His expression darkened. “That’s bullcrap! You must be making up the sun hat thing, right?” “Look, I understand that you’re being defensive because she saved us and is pretty. I’m just telling my conclusion and what I saw back then.” Kane shrugged. “It’s up to you whether to believe me or not.” “I… I…” Brian trembled. He took a deep breath and sat down. “Alright, I’m half-believing in you. I don’t think you’re completely wrong, but there isn’t any proof of that.” Kane nodded. “That’s true. And those two reasons alone were just enough to doubt her intention, not accuse her of using us.” “Then, what’s the third?” “The third is…” “Hey! Is that you, Kane!?” A familiar voice interrupted him. Kane turned toward the source of the voice. It was Zumi’s. She wasn’t carrying anything, so she must be on her way to leave the cafeteria. “What a coincidence, Zumi,” said Kane. He then tilted his head to see the elf behind her. “And is that Athera?” “H-Hello, Kane,” greeted Athera meekly behind Zumi. “Excuse me, Kane, I gotta go.” Brian stood up, casting his gaze elsewhere. “Ah, I see you’re with someone. Why don’t you introduce him to us?” she suggested. Brian froze up upon hearing that. “E-eh?” Athera grabbed Zumi tight and looked down. “Sure. Brian, meet Zumi the human and Athera the elf. Girls, meet Brian,” said Kane. “Hi…” Brian shook their hands and put up a smile. His face turned red a little bit. The introduction was quick and rather silent as both Brian and Athera didn’t say anything. The girls grabbed a chair and sat with them. “How’s the class, you two?” Kane asked first. He knew that if he didn’t say anything, this whole conversation would be awkward or too one-sided. After all, he had experienced this similar situation many times. “It’s seriously boring and dull. Everyone was too serious about learning. It can’t be helped, I guess, since we’re in Class B. I think class A is even more boring-” Zumi then looked toward her left, “-right Thera?” “I-it was fine… I liked the lesson,” she answered. Zumi rolled her eyes. “Of course, you liked it. You’re the diligent type after all.” “Class A and B… Did you two pass the second exam?” asked Brian. “Yeah, thanks to Kane. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even be here now. Not sure about Thera, though.” “What? But Kane had told me that he failed? That means you are that Kane who aced the exam!” His expression contorted, filled with both confusion and realization. Kane avoided Brian’s gaze, looking somewhere else. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but we did ace the second exam. I haven’t told this to anyone yet,” Zumi added. Brian turned toward Kane and asked him, “Then why are you in class E?” “I know right? I don’t understand this school’s decision. With his ability, I would not be surprised if he was placed in class S yet just because he scored in the first exam badly, he somehow ended up in class E,” said Zumi. “Really!? That’s some seriously bad luck.” His exclamation turned somber, pitying Kane. “Still, why did you lie back when we were in the classroom, Kane?” Kane exuded a defeated sigh. He knew that his lie could not be hidden forever yet he never thought it would only last two hours. “I simply don’t want attention. At least for now. If I told you the truth when we’re in the classroom, the other students would make a fuss of this. That’s why I lied to you, Brian.” “Why? Don’t you like being famous and followed by girls!?” asked Brian, slapping the table. Zumi and Athera immediately backed away slightly from him. “I don’t care for trivial matters like those. Let’s just say I want my potential enemies to underestimate me so they’ll show their weakness.” Kane showed his wicked grin. *Ding* *Dong* The bell from another building tolled twice. Zumi stood up, followed by Athera. She then said, “Ah, the break is over already. See you later, Kane, Brian.” She headed toward the exit, waving at Kane and Brian. The two boys also did the same. While they were walking on the cobblestone path, Brian said, “Man, I envy you right now.” “Why is that?” asked Kane. “Because you got teamed up with two fine girls and are still close until now! I wish my teammates were also like that. You also seem to be strong, too.” “I am. Still, many people are stronger than me.” Kane reminisced about the people who he had fought before. Xervatia came to his mind, followed by a Lord, and his former nemesis. “Not sure if you’re being humble or not…” Brian squinted his eyes. “Haha, I’m just being honest,” Kane chuckled. “By the way, don’t tell anyone about our conversation at lunch.” “Before or after the girls came over?” “Both.” --- Three hours later, the third and fourth lessons were over. Kane and Brian left the classroom along with other students. They visited the receptionist since the teacher told them to get their room key in the dormitory. Fortunately, the line was short and their turn was up in no time. They received different room keys and apparently, they could not change it due to the rules. After leaving the main hall, they headed to the dormitory. Kane received a lot of gazes as usual, but he was used to it by now. The dormitory entered their vision. There were two of them facing each other that had the same appearance. One was for male and the other for female students. They had a long rectangular shape, stretched horizontally, similar to a longhouse. The walls were painted white, the same as the other buildings. Both of the dormitories were the smallest buildings Kane had seen in this academy so far albeit still not very small. The spiked steel fence surrounded the area with only a double gate. The inside of the dormitory was smaller than it looked. There were already many people inside, crowding the tight corridor. Fifteen minutes later, Kane managed to find his room while Brian already found his room before Kane. It was the last room and also the highest number. He inserted the brass key and yanked it, unlocking the door. He twisted the round wooden knob and pushed the door open. Kane sneezed as the dust clogged his nose. Scrubbing his nose, he saw a room with symmetrical furniture placement. A pair of beds hugged each side of the wall. In front of each bed, a tall wooden cupboard stood, appearing to be ancient, along with a mirror stand beside it. A ray of sunlight beamed through the window in between the beds. Finally, Kane noticed a black box wrapped in a white ribbon on each bed. Each of them had their names engraved on the box. When Kane opened his box, there was a school uniform. He stored the box in the empty cupboard and decided to wear it tomorrow. He then threw himself toward the bed and lay down. Kane hadn’t expected that the studying would be so tiring. After all, he had never exerted his brain capability this much. But now, it was not the time to sleep yet because he must retrieve his stuff from back in the inn. --- The stars were shimmering in the cloudless night. The lanterns lit up the cobblestone path in Niflenia Academy as moths gathered around them. Kane traveled the path back to his dorm while carrying his packed leather bag. Kane arrived in front of his room. When he inserted the key, he realized that the door was unlocked even though he was confident that he had locked it. His first thought was that his roommate was already there. Peeking inside the room, he saw nobody, not even a sign that another person had entered, nor their belongings. The candles were lit for an unknown reason. Kane shut the door and checked the inside of the other cupboard. Nothing could be found. A robbery? Even if that happened, Kane remained calm since he hadn’t stored anything valuable yet in the room, but this situation was a mystery for him. *Creak* The knob was twisted from the outside of the room, accompanied by low chatter from at least two people. Kane turned around quickly upon hearing that. He then caught a glimpse of the person who opened the door. “AHH!!” the person screamed, followed by a loud thud. Kane didn’t see what happened, but judging by the sound, he crashed against the wall. Kane hurried to leave the room to identify who the person was. “A mummy?” muttered Kane. Although the corridor was dim, he could see the person’s appearance. He was wrapped in bandages from head to toe, leaving nothing exposed except his blue eyes. He wore a black trench coat and a black-and-white checkered scarf. Kane had no idea what the identity behind the bandages was or even his gender due to the androgynous voice, but somehow his scarf reminded him of someone he knew. The mummy gaped, his mouth trembled. “Why are you here!?” “Because this is my room?” Kane tilted his head, wondering why this mummy was so frightened. “What?” His eyes widened then mumbled, “Curse that man! He must have been laughing inside when he handed me this key!” Kane wasn’t sure who the man the mummy was talking about was. “Stop blabbering too much. Who are you, exactly?” The mummy was quiet. His hands reached for the back of his neck and pulled the white knot. The bandages unraveled, uncovered his face. “Do you recognize me now, half-blood?” Upon seeing the face, Kane was suddenly hit with a realization. His red lips, his eyes, and his hair—even though it was charred black on the top—gave away his identity. “This face… so you’re…” “Calypso!”

Kane blinked twice in quick succession. Puzzled by Bokar’s answer, he uttered a single word. “Why?” “With just a glance, I can know immediately that you’re not fit to handle physical work, let alone become a blacksmith. You’re too frail,” Bokar laughed. Kane furrowed. “You won’t know that until I try.” “I agree with you too, but I don’t want to waste my time teaching someone that will be easily tired. There’s one more reason why I refused.” Curious, he asked, “What’s the reason?” Bokar opened his mouth without producing any voices. He tried to hold back but then decided to say it. “When you entered my shop yesterday, you looked down at my creations. You even refused to look at them. And I don’t want an apprentice like that.” Kane clicked his tongue. For some reason, Bokar could read his mind by just observing. He must be more careful in the future. He then said, “You got me. So I’m not qualified then?” His intuition told him that denying the statement would only make the situation worse. Bokar raised his eyebrows and said, “You know, I didn’t expect that reaction. Still, I must tell you that I only have two conditions. They either must be strong or have respect toward myself and my work. You failed both of them.” Kane sighed. He couldn’t disagree with Bokar as he could relate. When he was in his prime, thousands of blacksmiths would flock to him, asking him to be his apprentice many, many times. Annoyed by their incompetence and stubbornness, he imposed many strict qualifications. As a result, nobody could become one despite being a top tier blacksmith, except for one person. Is this karma for refusing them? He doubted that but now he knew how they felt. “Unless…” Bokar grinned. “If you can prove yourself, I will reconsider your application.” He walked to the counter as he talked. “Alright, I’ll bite. What is it?” Kane’s eyes twinkled. It didn’t matter to him whether he got accepted or not, however. He could become an apprentice somewhere else, even though it would be inconvenient. “Before that, are you literate, Kane?” asked Bokar. “Yeah, my dad taught me,” he answered. In his previous life, he wasn’t fluent in foreign characters other than his native language and the common one. Now he could read and speak oni language at ease thanks to this child’s memory. “Impressive. Most of the folks in this town can’t even read. You’re lucky to have Ezar as your father.” Bokar took a small piece of paper and an inked feather from his desk. He began writing. Kane nodded. “Yeah, I know.” “Mm. Here you go. The time limit is two days from now.” Bokar handed the piece of paper. Kane took the paper and read it. A small list of monster’s names including their gatherable resources was written. Most of them were unranked. When he read the last monster from the list, Kane exhaled from his nose — finally, a monster that could prove too challenging. For the sake of keeping his identity secret, he darkened his expression, “A high rank 1 monster? Are you for real?” “I didn’t say you must hunt it alone. You could ask somebody to help, though it’ll affect my decision.” Bokar shrugged. Kane rolled his eyes and said, “Fine, I’ll bring them to you.” “Good. Be careful out there. Don’t overestimate yourself, ok? Just run away if you’re in danger.” Bokar smiled as he tapped Kane’s shoulder. Kane left the weapon shop and went back to his home. By the time he arrived, it was almost noon. At home, Kane prepared before venturing into the deciduous forest. With his ax tied on his back, he then followed the dirt path that led to the forest where the monsters that he needed to hunt roamed. Without further ado, he stepped forward, entering the cluster of trees. --- “Aha! I found another one. This forest is quite resource-rich,” said the half-oni. Kane plucked a spotted white flower that grew near the root of the tree. The stem bled yellow liquid when it was cut clean with his dagger. He cleaned the substance before putting it in his bag. He had been searching and gathering for the ingredients of the strength potion. As he ventured further, he scratched the trees to prevent getting lost. He must because he had strayed far from the designated dirt path. While doing so, he was reminded of his first lesson with his father. The memory caused him to chop random trees. Maintaining a convincing expression during the lesson was stressful for him. Still, the act was necessary to not let his father become suspicious. Kane believed that he must remain patient until the time was right, when he could show his real skill. Admittedly, his father was a bit skillful when using an ax — still, he was nothing more than a toddler in Kane’s eyes. Other than that, he gained some knowledge regarding his current body. Since he was mixed-race, Kane had inherited the oni racial talent that made him equal to an ordinary adult human in terms of raw strength. This fact was one of the reasons behind Kane’s confidence. “The ingredients of the potion are abundant in this forest’s outskirts. I could even make 10 of them!” Kane said as he counted the plants he had collected. They were more than enough. If he kept continuing the activity, it would be too dark to do his task. “Time to hunt these monsters.” Kane opened the folded piece of paper and read it again. Long after he left the spot, a shadowy figure not too far from him moved from its hiding spot. Kane ventured into the deeper part of the forest. Now, there were less Black Bloodwood trees and many large trees, but it was less dense. It was said that magical monsters and beasts roamed around this area. Ezar once forbade previous Kane from going too deep into the forest because of its dangers. Many careless and unprepared people from the village had fallen victim to the monsters. *Crackle* His ears caught an unusual noise. He turned to the direction where the sound had come from. Approaching at a steady pace, he spotted something on the distance. A walking skeleton. Its mossy bones crackled as it ambled. It had nothing but a rusty short sword and a broken wooden shield. Its skull had a pair of red horns, resembling an oni’s. The body proportion stroke resemblance with them too. Inside its ribs, a tiny bluish stone glowed a faint light. “A lesser skeleton, just what I need,” Kane muttered. Bokar had asked him to bring some weapons from them. He needed at least three swords. Kane was confident that he could beat it because it was an unranked monster. Kane untied the rope and grabbed the large ax. His form turned into a fighting stance, ready to charge. All of a sudden, an idea popped into his mind. He should test whether he could unleash his battle techniques or not. And thus, he changed his form again and swung the ax onto the ground. “Earth-splitting Cleave!” Alas, nothing happened. The skeleton, however, noticed the loud thud coming from Kane’s ax. It charged toward him. Kane lifted his ax, ready to defend the incoming attack. The skeleton tried to stab him, but Kane deflected it with the ax handle, redirecting the momentum. It missed him, and the skeleton almost tripped due to its clumsiness. The opponent revealed an opening! He slashed both of its legs with a quick and precise swing, right at the knee joints, which was the weak spot. The crippled skeleton fell and slid across the ground with its ribs. Not giving up, it crawled toward Kane. The skeleton now had no defense or resistance whatsoever so Kane was able to attack with ease. Instead of slashing the skull by using the edged part, he chose to bash it with the head because the ax might be too dull to penetrate the bone. The heavy blow slammed into the skull with a satisfying crunch, creating an explosion of bone dust and shrapnel. As the skeleton ceased moving, the glow from the stone had faded away. The entire ligaments of its bones then shambled, leaving a pile of bones. “Phew, that was close,” said Kane as he took all the loot, including the tiny blue stone. The stone was called a mana core. Similar to weapons and monsters, they had rankings too though a different naming system. The stone that Kane held was a petty mana core, the lowest rank. They were basically found anywhere for a very cheap price. Many mages sought mana core because they were useful in various magic expertise, including alchemy. “I forgot I couldn’t even use my vis yet...” Kane still hadn’t managed to feel his inner strength, which was also called vis. Almost all physical techniques required vis to release their full power. It also increased overall strength depending on how much vis was in one’s body. Could it be that he had no vis? That was possible, but he also considered that he might have it but was just unable to feel it because of his current body. He was a bit strong for a child despite being weaker than his oni peers. With those thoughts, as soon as Kane stepped forward, a howling scream echoed throughout the forest.

Somewhere in the underground where the arena was built, there was a peculiar room on the end of the hallway. Scratches and dents marked the thick, tall steel double door. As water droplets trickled down from the tiny gap on the ceiling, a dozen people marched toward the cell, carrying torch staves. One of them was clad in white, the warden who was leading; another one was a mage. The rest was the guards, carrying a bow and a quiver full of arrows. The warden looked at the person behind him for approval to unlock the door. The mage nodded. A brass key was inserted into the keyhole. Unlocking the door, the mage turned around to check the guards. They all nodded and clutched their weapons tight. Placing both palms on the cold surface, the warden pushed it open. Rotten stench leaked outside, causing them to cover their nose, except for the mage. He strode forward in the darkness, followed by others. The room was spacious yet mostly empty. On the opposite end, there was a person inside an intricate magic circle. He had a narrow face — a muscled warrior whereas his actual age was much younger than he appeared. Sitting on the damp surface, his long black hair reached the ground. The man was chained with an iron ball on his foot. It was unclear whether he was awake or not. After several steps, he stopped. “Good evening, Seifer.” Seifer’s jaw opened, large enough for a whole arm. His saliva dripped to the ground as he screamed, “Hungry… Meat!” The mage gestured to the wardens. One of them threw two raw cow thighs from afar. When close enough, Seifer caught it by mouth. He gobbled it as blood spurted everywhere, making a mess. “How is it? Delicious?” Seifer ignored the questions. He finished gulping down all of the meat — leaving the bones intact — and pounced toward the mage. A translucent barrier blocked the advance as if there was a solid wall between them. “Give me more!” He pounded the barrier repeatedly. The energy wavered with each slam. “A rank 2 barrier can now barely contain you. Such a fast growth!” “MORE!” With a twisted face, Seifer kept banging the barrier until a tiny crack appeared. “Enough!” The mage cast thunder at him. The spell bypassed the barrier. Seifer jolted before lying on the ground, then getting back up as if nothing happened. “I’ll give you even better food than those.” He pointed at the remains. “If you win the final match. That should be easy for you.” “Yes! YES! I. WILL. CRUSH HIM!” Seifer roared even louder than before. “Now, rest until the day comes, alright?” The mage turned around and commanded, “Put him to rest.” The guards drew the bow and shot at Seifer. In a blink of an eye, the arrows riddled his body. He howled in agony, tripped, and twitched before falling unconscious. No movement was detected except breathing. They then approached him and pulled the arrows. The wound stabs healed at a rapid rate. “Inject three shots of FR-14 and report to me next day,” said the mage as he exited the cell. “Sir? FR-14 is still in the experimental phase.” “I have already conducted some testing in other subjects and the result was satisfactory. Now go and carry on.” The warden nodded and hurried away, leaving the mage alone in the hallway. “Let’s see what you got, Kane,” he snickered. --- The next two days, Kane had gotten out of the bed, stretching out his limbs. The pain had mostly gone away, albeit the bruise marks still persisted — even with a long rest on the bed. He had to be careful to not get hit too much since permanent injuries were within the realm of possibility. When he overextended his shoulders, they started aching. Then, his warden knocked on the door before opening it. “It’s time.” Kane silently followed them from behind. Until several steps later, when the warden said, “Didn’t think ya’d make ‘til the final.” “So did I.” “Heheheh, yer being too humble.” He let out laughter before his face turned somber. “What a pity.” “Why is that?” “Hm, guess I’ll tell ya for bein’ an obedient boy this whole time.” The warden turned his head to see Kane. “There was once an undefeated Champion here. He held an outstanding record of 50 wins in a row. Until not too long ago, Magus Wadmar acquired a wildman from The Untamed Land and forced him to fight that Champion. Then…” “What happens next?” asked Kane. Hearing the word ‘Magus’ made him think of one word: experimentation. They were mages that indulged in research, rarely going into the field or battle. Very useful piece of information. This was the reason why he chose not to antagonize the warden — nor anyone if possible. Unless they were insufferable, which was a whole different story. “That Champion was brutally murdered in less than a minute. He was even eaten alive in front of the audience! Since then, he’s the reigning Champion of this brawl.” “How can such a person still be allowed?” “First, he’s owned by this brawl’s owner. Second, he brought more audience and people even paid a hefty sum to just watch him killing all the Champions. Are ya afraid now?” “Afraid?” Kane blew from his nose. “Ha. I can’t wait to bring him down.” “How naive,” he whispered under his breath. “How do ya plan on doing that? With that ring?” “Yes. It should be allowed, right? I’ve seen someone wearing that.” “Don’t ask me. I’m just a guy who watches over people. If ya make it not obvious, sure why not? Don’t think it matters anyway.” “That’s good to know.” Once again — hopefully for the last time — he arrived in the heart of the massive chamber. Clamors and chatters reverberated inside. Unlike before, all the seats were occupied. What a stark difference between a final and a non-final match. The announcer then spoke, “Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the final event of this tournament!” “On the east side, here we have a young half-oni, the dark horse of this tournament, plowing through promising Champions with ease! With deceiving looks, he gives no mercy to every opponent he meets! Be men or women, they all fell victims to his ruthlessness! We present you, Kaaaaane!” Kane swaggered toward the caged ring. Cheers and jeerings were mixed between the noises. Some even yelled, “Give back my money!” and some threw food at him, which he dodged easily. Clutching the oversized ring, he entered the empty caged ring. “I’ve never said this to other Champions before, but do yer best to keep yerself alive,” said the warden before leaving. “You don’t have to remind me.” The announcer then spoke again, “On the west side, here is the Champion who needs no introductions. You all are waiting for him. The man himself, the beast, and the realest Champion of all champions, boasting 10 wins in less than a minute! Will Kane break the record? Or succumb to his strength! Here he is, Seifer of The Untamed Land!” A hulking, tall man was escorted by a dozen wardens and guards. Magical runic chains similar to Sharon’s spell wrapped him on a vertical wooden board with wheels. Although a full mask might have covered his face, Kane still understood the nature of the so-called wildman from his blood-shot eyes alone. A beast inside a husk of man, indeed. When Seifer was ‘placed’ inside, the wardens immediately distanced themselves. He eyed Kane, grinning like a madman — scratch that, he was. --- In the audience seat, Sharon and Ral were watching the two people. Her back was slightly hunched and their head jutted forward. “You look more serious than usual,” said Ral first, opening the conversation after a long silence. “Do you think Kane can win?” she asked. “Is that important? Whatever the result, it’s irrelevant to our goal.” “I bet my entire fortune on him. My entire 35,000 gold.” Sharon folded her lips. Ral immediately faced her, dumbfounded. “Here I thought you’re the smartest one among us.” “Ugh, I know, I know!” She kneaded her forehead. “I was foolish and reckless! To think I was convinced by his… confidence. How atypical of me.” “Oh yeah, I don’t get why he was so sure to win! Was it because of my ring?” “Seems so. He insisted on borrowing a ring with the hardest gem such as diamonds. That means he’ll punch with it.” “You’re right.” Ral nodded. A while later, he stood up and yelled, “Don’t tell me—!” “What is it?” “Err… nevermind. Kane’s a mage and still young after all. There’s no way that can happen.” “Can you tell me regardless?” “No, just another dumb thought of mine.” “Then, stop giving me false hope.” Ral sat down. “I didn’t really mean that.” “I know.” --- “The final match is now…” The referee declared. “Begin!” As soon as he said that, the warden undid the binding chains as the board dropped on the ground. Seifer was let loose and free, then he did… nothing, contrary to what Kane expected. “Heheheh… you look sooo fragile… I can’t wait to grind your bones… until you PERISH!” If the opponent was another person other than him, Kane would’ve said something. But now, he remained silent and extended his arm. To which he taunted Seifer; no words were required. “YOU’RE DEAD!” Seifer roared, pouncing toward Kane. Kane sidestepped. Seifer’s fist struck the ground instead, obliterating the concrete floor. Debris scattered about as dust clouded the surrounding area. Then, Seifer split open the particles, attempting to hit Kane again. He missed. With agile steps, Kane separated himself from the opponent. Unlike Giyori’s trained moves, Seifer’s attacks were utterly predictable despite having destructive power. Similar to Ral, except this wildman had no slightest ounce of intelligence. If Ral was a wolf, then Seifer would be a rabid dog. Still, a clean hit would guarantee death; luck had no deciding factor here. “AHHHH! STOP RUNNING!!” Seifer charged, from one end to another. This time, Kane stood on his feet. As soon as Seifer was close enough— throwing another punch — Kane ducked, stabilizing his foothold, and pointed his horns frontward. They penetrated Seifer’s stomach. The same move as before. Despite his best effort to maintain his position, the strong momentum pushed Kane back. He was dragged backward, gradually slowing, until he hit the steel bar. However, something was amiss. Kane quickly removed his horns before rolling to the side. He was spot on, otherwise a double hammerfist from above would crush his head. Kane observed Seifer from a distance; he seemed unaffected. The holes in his stomach became smaller and smaller until they healed. Great. Dealing with opponents that had regeneration abilities was always annoying since they would prolong the fight. Bad situation for Kane; he had limited stamina, even less so due to his injuries. He was battling against time. “Guess I have no choice but to use this.” Kane fiddled with Ral’s ring inside his finger. --- “Heheheh… your struggles… are FUTILE!” Seifer stretched his mouth ear to ear, cackling. He rushed at greater speed than the previous. In response, Kane pulled his foot, clenched his fist and the ring, and dodged the incoming attack. He delivered a blow to the chest. The embedded diamond dug into Seifer’s thick skin. If one observed very closely, they would notice a tiny little translucent glow, almost impossible to see with naked eyes. Kane didn’t stop there. He kept throwing fast light punches around his torso until Seifer was ready to attack again. When that happened, Kane stepped out of his melee range. All of a sudden, Seifer’s face contorted. He became disoriented, gasping for air. And then, his eyes turned white. He collapsed. No signs of movement detected. “…”“…”“…” No sounds were uttered. Not even whisper. A total deafening stillness had descended, leaving the audience agape. “Hey, referee,” called Kane, the only person who remained standing in the caged arena. “Huh?” The referee snapped back into reality. “W-what is it?” “What are you waiting for? Announce the result.” Gulping his saliva, the referee stepped down. After checking Seifer’s condition, he raised Kane’s arm and shouted, “The winner of the final match—” “—is Kane!” Hathnuz Big thanks to Zelosh, ThisClown, mly85lc, and Valdis for the support at my Patreon! I really appreciate it.

“Who’s that!?” Kane turned around, trying to identify where the voice was. A second scream then ensued, clearer and louder than before. “Help!!” Curious, Kane ran toward the source of the voice. He also heard faint footsteps which became louder as he traveled. A moment later, he spotted something. A large wood brown bear was chasing an oni child, crushing any small trees that obstructed its path. With bloodthirsty eyes, the bear’s mouth salivated as if it hadn’t seen food for weeks. The child was somehow almost outrunning that agile monster. Kane had spotted a Great Earth Bear, the high rank 1 monster that he must hunt! A Great Earth Bear was twice the size of a normal bear. Its razor-sharp claws could cut a hard tree. Combined with its powerful strength, the bear was a tough foe to fight, let alone kill. The resilient spotted brown fur protected it from many dangers, hence any ordinary arrows or swords wouldn’t even enter its skin. Although it was a little slower when compared to its kind, a Great Earth Bear is fast enough to chase most of its prey, including humanoid lifeform. It was classified as a monster because the bear has mana — mystical energy within many intelligent lifeforms that was also used to cast magic. Any animal that had it evolved, changing its form depending on the mana quantity. However, low ranked monsters were unable to use magic. Since the Great Earth Bear had not realized his presence yet, Kane took advantage of this situation by assessing the situation. Saving a random stranger wasn’t something Kane usually did, but a high rank 1 monster was quite strong for his current state. Perhaps the fleeing oni could be his precious ally and a carrier — he decided to make an exception. Kane moved to a different spot. He readied his ax and then prepared to throw the weapon, aimed at the bear. He needed to wait now for the right moment so that he would not miss it. “Heh, finally a real battle. Come here now, you monster!” --- *Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *ROAR!* “Help!!” The oni child cried. Some muscles had formed in his body as normal oni should. His messy hair fluttered as he ran. His traditional oni clothing had been damaged. Chased by the large bear, his nimble legs kept moving without taking a rest. However, he was almost reaching his limit. The boy had been hunting animals in the woods. He had pursued a rabbit, but it had been too quick to kill. The hunt had distracted him until he’d realized that he had gotten lost. Trapped for hours, he still hadn’t given up hope and kept walking. Then a large wood brown bear ambushed him out of nowhere. He had tried to fight back, but it was futile because the bear was too powerful. Leaving behind his weapon, he had begun fleeing like there was no tomorrow. Out of the blue, a white-skinned child appeared in front of him. The boy was human yet he had the horns of oni. A stranger, yet he was somehow familiar. Perhaps he was the weak child that all his fellow friends picked on and then never saw again? The boy did not doubt that he was the same person, but he was confused with that mixed-blood’s actions. He wielded a big wood-chopping ax. If he wanted to fight the bear, then he was crazy. So the oni yelled at him, “What are you doing! Run…” He ran past the mixed blood. The bear pounced toward the new victim with its vicious mouth wide open. The oni boy shut his eyes as he tripped over a tree root. He crawled and refused to look behind, afraid of watching his savior get eaten. Regaining his footing, he began to run but then stopped. He noticed something strange. Contrary to what he had expected, nothing happened except a pained groan. He knew the sound only came from the animal, which was strange. The oni boy tilted his head and peeked. The large ax had struck the face of the bear, right above his eyes. The blood was flowing directly into its eyes, blinding it. The bear stood up and pushed the ax away from its face, trying to remove it. “Wh-what’s going on?” he stuttered. --- Right after Kane threw the ax, he approached the monster. Gripping the dagger in his right hand and the wooden shield in his left, he stabbed the tendon of its leg, trying to sever it. However, the blade couldn’t penetrate its skin because of the resilient fur. “Come on!” Kane persisted. He kept stabbing until he grazed the skin. The bear managed to get rid of the ax. Roared in rage, it swiped with its claw at Kane. He raised the shield as he stepped back to dodge. The attack merely scratched the wooden surface. The bear didn’t stop there; it charged toward him before Kane could recover. When they collided, he was sent flying, spinning in the air for a second. A large tree blocked him from flying further. He then landed with both feet thanks to that tree. “Damn it!” Kane grimaced as he checked his injuries. Just a bruise on his left arm and pained back; he could still fight! The shield reduced the severe impact he had received for the cost of destroying it, leaving him with nothing but the dagger. There was more. He noticed something was happening within his body, but he had no room to relax. The blinded bear relied on its perceptive nose. Smelling Kane’s odor, it thus once again charged toward him, forgetting the other prey. It was more vicious than before. *Thud!* The bear crashed into something. It hit the large tree rather than Kane because he had already moved from the previous spot. Now its head was stuck inside the thick trunk. From behind the tree, Kane shouted as he ran toward his ax, “Hey you!” He pointed at the oni who stood motionless and gaped. “Grab the sword from my backpack and cut its wounded leg!” He snapped out and followed Kane’s order. In a moment, he wielded the sword and approached the bear. Although the oni feared the monster, he knew that they’d die if he refused to attack it. He kept hacking the grazed leg several times until it bled. However, the bear got free from the tree. It turned around and gnawed at the oni. Panicked, he stepped back, barely dodging the ferocious bite. He stumbled and managed to get away. The bear gave a momentary chase until it tripped. The severed tendon caused it to fall. The oni’s expression changed. He shouted, “Quick, kill it!” “I know.” Kane had already stood in front of the bear. A faint, transparent aura flowed outside all of his body and then his ax. Gripping the most bottom of the handle, he raised the ax above his head. The bear began to get up. The legs stood up one by one. Seeing this, the oni shouted again, “It will recover soon! H-hurry!” When the ax descended, a bright, vertical straight red light flashed. With the fast downward chop, the ax split the monster’s skull into two parts. The blood and brain pieces splattered everywhere. The wooden handle had torn apart after hitting it and the head crumbled into broken iron pieces; the ax was no longer usable. The bear struggled for a moment before dying. Its blood seeped from the wounds. Running out of breath, Kane sat on the ground, staring at the lifeless Great Earth Bear. “Hah… hah… hah. Phew, that was fun. It’s been a while since I experienced a blood-pumping battle like this,” he said with a grin. Kane now remembered that vis could only be awakened by an adrenaline rush. He’d forgotten this because it had been too long since he had awoken his vis in the previous life. After this event, he decided to recall his forgotten early memory later. There could be something important for the future. He also decided to improve his vis since it completely ran out after using the technique. He got up then examined the bear. Other than the skull and the left leg, everything was flawless. Kane nodded in satisfaction. A question popped into his mind: How to bring this heavy corpse back to Bokar’s place? “You’re really amazing!” a young male voice called from behind. Kane turned around. He saw the oni run toward him. His breathing was also erratic. “Th… Thank you so much for killing that monster! What’s your name? Mine is Gako,” he shouted. “I’m Kane. You should’ve already known me.” Gako nodded. “Yeah, I know you. I heard bad rumors about you but I didn’t know that you’re strong!” “Thanks, uh…” Kane coughed and switched the topic. “By the way, Gako. Could you help me carry this bear?” It was one of the reasons why he’d chosen to save him. “Gladly! But…” Gako glanced at the corpse. “We probably won’t be able to carry this with only two people. Should I call for help?” Kane nodded. “That would be the b—” “No need for that.” The two immediately turned their heads toward the voice. A man appeared from behind a tree that was far from the two. A sheathed scimitar and an ax was strapped on his hip. He wore armor made of bones stringed together. “Ah, hello... Bokar.” Kane greeted. Cold sweat began to form. He hadn’t even noticed him at all before. It seemed Bokar was able to hide his presence, otherwise any living creature could be easily detected by Kane. “Uncle Bokar? What are you doing here?” Gako asked in confusion. Bokar gave them a silent stare while still moving forward. Standing in front of Kane, he drew the sword and pressed it against Kane’s narrow neck. “Who are you exactly?”

Both wardens chanted something to undo the shackles; they were no longer attached to each other. Kane checked his hands as he contemplated. “My pugilist skill is definitely below that of the Monk Saint, but it shouldn’t be too terrible either, considering my vast experience. Should be more than enough to deal with that kid,” murmured Kane. He had yet to learn high-level martial arts techniques or a fighting style. At the very least, he knew where and how to land a punch… or a kick. Every fighter— no, everyone should know how to fight barehanded. --- “Hey, Kane!” Carlson suddenly called. “What?” “You’re also forced to fight, right? Let’s cooperate and find a way out of here!” he suggested. Kane lifted an eyebrow. “And how do you do that?” “Err… I’ll think about it—” *BOOM!* A lightning strike hit between them, almost deafening. They both flinched backward, though Carlson fell over. He quivered, wetting his pants. The crowd jeered at the shameful display. “Enough talking!” the referee yelled. “The next thunder will hit both of you!” “So loud…” Kane tugged his earlobe. He then approached his opponent. “Get up, Carlson. Come at me and fight properly!” “But…” “Don’t you want to be free? If not, you’re welcome to stay there and take my beating instead.” Kane assumed a sideways stance. He put the right fist beside his right cheek and the left fist slightly below his left hip. Since he lacked bare hand fighting knowledge, the usual weapon stance was his only choice. Carlson gritted his teeth, clenching his fists. He roared. He pounced at Kane and delivered barrages of punches. Kane was slowly getting pushed back by every strike. The crowd grew louder as he kept throwing his relentless straights. Meanwhile, Sharon, who was watching from above, ran her finger across her lips. Her previous smile had disappeared. She glowered at the cage arena, specifically at Kane. Then, a young man drew closer. He’d looked like a charming prince if not for his rough stubbles and lazy eyes. Standing near her, he said, “Well, well, well. Your newest champion isn’t doing too well, is he?” “Oh hello, Sir Edward. Do you require something with me?” she asked in a gentle tone. “Nothing — except maybe spending a night together.” He grinned. Sharon’s eyes twitched. “Much apologies, Sir. I—” “I’ll forget our bet and pay one-third of your debt.” He leaned closer, almost touching her face. Then, pulled back. “What do you say?” “Sounds wonderful.” She smiled. “Good. Very good. I’ll remember that. Heheheheh…” Edward snickered, but immediately interrupted by the announcer. “What’s this!? Kane is retaliating!” His shout caused both Sharon, Edward, and other spectators to turn their attention to the fight. --- Ten seconds before, Carlson was lashing out, craving for freedom. He gave no chance for Kane to attack. While receiving the assaults, Kane noticed something. Some of the punches were glancing off due to his upper arm. He could exploit this! He began adjusting his shoulder according to the attacks. It worked. He no longer took any damage. “Take this!” screamed Carlson. An incoming punch straight to his face. Kane crouched slightly, tilting his body. When the fist touched, it redirected toward Kane’s forehead instead. Bowing his head in reflex, his left horn stabbed Carlson’s finger. “Argh!!” Carlson recoiled, grasping for his bloodied hand and panting. “That’s… That’s cheating!” “Anything goes, remember?” Kane rotated his shoulder. “My turn.” “Wait—” Kane pounded against his opponent’s cheek. Hard. As Carlson was knocked back, sweat splashed about. He followed up with a downward chop to the back of the neck, similar to splitting a log. Carlson dropped onto the floor with his face first, laying prone. No signs of movement were detected as blood seeped from his mouth. The referee stepped down and examined Carlson’s condition. Finished checking, he raised Kane’s arm above and declared, “The winner is Kane!” The crowd cheered. Some crumpled a piece of small paper coupled with a disappointed look on their face. Kane guessed that they had just lost their bet. It was a common thing to bet in any sport after all. Looking above again, Sharon was talking with a disgruntled man and receiving dozens of gold coins. Kane immediately understood the gist of her motive. The shackle joined again. Kane walked back to the previous boring hall, except the warden took a different turn. After ascending a flight of stairs, he found himself in a wider, better hall. The floor was covered in carpet. Confused, he asked, “Where are we going?” “To yer new room, since ya won.” Some moments later, they arrived at the aforementioned room. It was the same door as before sans the lack of steel bar. After the warden unlocked and opened it, Kane saw a whole different room. A clean bed, dining table and chair, privy, and even proper ventilation. There was also a mirror that resembled the one in Liana’s room. His dormitory was less cozy than this. “Surprised?” The warden grinned. “I thought I was gonna end up sharing a room with others,” commented Kane. “Every Champion’s separated into different rooms to prevent conspiracy and cheating.” The warden closed the door and turned around. “Consider yerself lucky, boy. Many others ain’t gettin’ this privilege.” Alone in the room, Kane sank into the soft bed. He stared at the ceiling and his hands, contemplating. Was he that lucky? His freedom was restricted yet also treated nicely. Perhaps to some degree, yes. In any case, he shouldn’t let his guard down by the sense of comfort. If the situation became worse, he would have to escape from here. Sharon unlocked the door. She was carrying a peculiar rectangle box that hid her slim hip from his view. It was made of a valuable tree known as the Jadewood tree. Based on his father’s knowledge, they were much more expensive than the Bloodwood trees that grew near his home village, Deven. Unfortunately, Kane forgot its special properties other than the jade-like appearance. Back to her, she sat on the dining chair, placed the box, and confronted the resting Kane. “Good job on your first match, Kane. Are you hurt anywhere?” she asked with kind eyes. “My left upper arm is a little bit bruised, but it’s nothing,” replied Kane. “Oh, my.” She kneeled beside him. “Let me take a look.” Kane hesitated at first despite him ending up offering his injured arm. Holding his wrist, Sharon cast a spell. Startled, he tried to pull away before feeling the warmth and soothing sensation. She cast a healing spell of Light element. The bruise became smaller. After treating him, Sharon returned to her seat. “You’re strangely acting kind,” he said. “I’m acting as a proper master would. I’d rather not be responsible if you were to lose a match because of that.” She pointed at the injury. “Oh.” “Why did you hold back, Kane? I know you’re much stronger than him.” “You told me to entertain. I don’t think they like a very quick match.” “It’s the opposite. As for me and many others, we like to see a strong champion overpowering the weaker champion. It’s always satisfying to watch, especially if they’re an underdog.” “Really? That’s new.” “Also, it’s for your own sake. I’ve seen some seasoned but arrogant champions toying with their opponent only to be defeated by sheer luck. Let’s prevent that from happening, shall we?” “Hmm, great point. I’ll keep that in mind.” Kane nodded. Sharon crossed her slender legs. “As I promised before, you may ask anything while waiting for your next match. Although, I may not answer if I deem it inappropriate or sensitive.” “How did you manage to poison me? We were drinking the same wine.” “I smeared your goblet with a special poison concocted from the ingredients in Botany Lab,” she said. “So, you stole the key from the janitor after we were done cleaning,” deducted Kane. Sharon smiled as a reply. “Why did you steal the feather and how did you know its whereabouts?” “To lure you. I’ve had a feeling that you were not interested in me, so I had to take an extreme measure. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you the identity of my informant.” Sharon touched her cheeks as her eyelashes twitched. Kane furrowed. She had to be hiding something. Pressing further would be useless, so instead, he remarked, “There’s no need to drug and kidnap me.” “I apologize, Kane. I was afraid of you saying no and resisting. That would be troublesome.” “Why did you pick me as your champion?” “Aside from your unknown background, it’s because you’re great in physical fights. Your victory against Leon in a swordfight also proved that you don’t simply have brute strength.” “Why are you interested in this brawl? There’s not much difference between the official one, right?” “I do enjoy both. However, this brawl is more… lucrative and fair. I’ve gained much more income compared to other matches. Apparently, many nobles have the same opinion as mine.” “But you’re also drowned in debt,” guessed Kane. “That’s where you come in. Win five more times without any losses, and I’ll give you the Black Feather. My previous champions couldn’t even win three matches before breaking down.” “How do I know that you’ll keep your promise?” “I’ll bring you this after every match.” Sharon opened the box. An ominous aura oozed from it. “That’s… the feather!” Kane gaped. Its aura, size, and shape matched the feather he saw back in the academy. There was no mistake. Then, she closed it. “Does this convince you?” “Yes, but not enough. I want an immediate reward,” said Kane. Sharon narrowed her eyes. “You do realize that you’re not in a position to bargain, right?” “I need more motivation. The feather is just a bonus to me.” A black magic circle manifested from her hand. “How about I end your life when you lose?” “You misunderstand. I can walk freely after three wins, and you can’t stop that.” “Fine.” Sharon sighed as the circle vanished. “What do you need?” “I want—” “Miss Sharon, the brawl’s gonna start.” The warden’s voice interrupted their conversation. “Seems like our time is up.” Sharon stood up while carrying the box. “Wait, I haven’t—” Before he could say anything, she leaned closer and pecked Kane’s cheek. Sharon licked her lip. “There. That should motivate you. Give your best in your next match.” She winked before leaving. Kane gawked, frozen in place for some time. He wiped off the lipstick mark and lay down again. Although it was nice to receive a kiss, he had to remind himself that she was a seductress. He pondered on Sharon’s words. Don’t hold back. Sound advice, but Kane personally had little to no satisfaction in triumphing against weak and helpless foes. That was the main reason he gave Carlson a chance to struggle a little. In the next match, he wouldn’t do that. “Ah, I forgot to act anxious in front of her. Well, whatever.” He shrugged. --- Sharon traced her steps back to the second floor. A tall, sloppily-dressed man rested against the railing, staring at her with a pair of sharp eyes from a superior height. She halted her steps. “Ral? Why are you here?” “Father sent me. He wanted your report and ‘that’.” He approached her. “I already have it.” Sharon tapped the box. “Then, what are you waiting for?” “Give me more time. I need to convince my champion, otherwise—” “You dare disobey him?” His gaze turned stone-cold. “N-no! Of course not! I’ll definitely bring back the Black Feather after I pay back my debt.” Ral pinched one of the chairs then lobbed it beside her. “Whatever. It’s not that urgent anyway.” He sat down, resting his foot on the railings. “Might as well watch the brawl while waiting. What’s so interesting about weaklings fighting each other, hm?” “You’ll see.” Inside the cage, the arena announcer spoke, “Ladies and gentlemen! The next match will be between Kane the Newcomer versus Sylphina the Weak! Place your bet now!” “Kane… he’s your champion, isn’t he?” Ral turned his head toward her. “Hm? What’s wrong?” Sharon bit her lip. “Oh, no.”

In a narrow corridor, two men in black robes were carrying a limp half-oni while a woman was following from behind. After passing several crossroads and doors, they entered a small, empty room and tied him with ropes in a chair. The men then left the two alone. “Wake up, Kane.” A soft voice echoed in the room. He opened his eyes a while later and turned his head left and right. He tried to move his hands, only to find out that they were tied with a shackle. His student uniform was replaced with a plain white shirt and short pants. “S-senior? Where am I? How did I get here? Why am I dressed like this?” he asked repeatedly. As he looked upward, Sharon hovered over him, casting a cold stare. She was dressed in a black and violet gown with ample décolletage, accentuating her curves. The golden signet ring, engraved with her family crest, decorated her index finger. “I understand your confusion, but I cannot answer any of your questions as of now. First, look at your stomach.” Kane raised his shirt. A strange tattoo resembling a magic circle was branded on his abdomen. “Wh-what is this?” “It’s a limiter. You won’t be able to cast any spell or vis as long as that brand is there. It will be removed after you’ve completed your purpose,” she explained. “This… you’re lying!” Kane chanted [Lesser Firebomb]. The circle manifested; however, it disappeared in an instant. He tried once more; it yielded the same result. “Your struggle is meaningless. Be a good boy if you wish to live.” “What do you want from me!?” he demanded. “I want you to entertain me… no, us.” Sharon cracked a smile. “Huh…?” Then, someone knocked on the door twice, interrupting them. A bald, scrawny man entered the room. The man whispered something and bowed to Sharon before leaving the room. “It’s almost time. Your warden will explain the rest.” Sharon turned around. “By any chance, if you’re still conscious after this, I’ll answer your questions.” “What do you mean? Wait! Don’t leave!” Kane shouted repeatedly. Sharon ignored him as though she was deaf and exited the room. A bar dropped behind the door, barring Kane from opening it. As soon as she disappeared from his view, Kane’s contorted face gradually relaxed, reverting to his usual self. --- “I hope my awful acting convinced her. Ah, I should’ve thrown some insults or something,” Kane murmured. Scratching his messy hair, he slouched against the chair and recalled the previous events. Before meeting Sharon, he had considered some alternative plans. Stalking her would be a safer choice, but it cost time and possibly money if he were to hire someone. Moreover, if she turned out to be innocent, the failure cost would be massive. Raiding the meeting was also a terrible plan. Even if Sharon got caught, then what? There was a high chance that Sharon wouldn’t tell anything, resulting in failing to retrieve the feather. Therefore, Kane decided to take the bait — the most straightforward plan of them all. At first glance, it seemed to be a reckless move; however, he had calculated the risks and prepared accordingly. The potion he drank before was to reduce the efficacy of the poison, thus preventing him from dying. After all, she had killed someone before, based on her aura. While it was fortunate that she merely put him to sleep, Kane also woke up earlier than he should’ve — and he regretted it. Not only did he hear nothing useful, but he also had to endure the searing pain inflicted by the branding. Perhaps it was her way to save the victim from agony. Sharon discovering his intention was also within his prediction — if not inevitable — since she was aware that someone would try to investigate her. That’s why Kane had crafted a plan around getting caught rather than trying to avoid her suspicion. Nonetheless, her motive behind the kidnapping remained unknown. He could come up with a couple of reasons: slavery, child trafficking, organ harvesting, and perhaps others that he couldn’t think of now. However, wouldn’t all of those activities anger Reynar? Especially when Sharon already knew Kane’s status. Then, he recalled Sharon’s recent words. Entertain us, she said. Based on that, a bunch of people were waiting for him beyond that cold door. But what was exactly ‘entertaining’ to them? Definitely something twisted or perverse since, as far as he was concerned, many nobles had strange fetishes. Was this related to her conversation with Hymar back in the royal library? If so, the replacement was him all along. Kane stroked his stomach, grasping for the limiter. Unlike tattoos, it had no protrusion, meaning that the seal was temporary. Moreover, it was badly made as Kane was able to project a modicum of vis on his hand. Much less than normal, but it should be more than enough. Nevertheless, he still couldn’t cast any spells. Many questions still lingered in his mind; however, he had no choice but to survive this hurdle. The steel bar was lifted. Three people entered the room. One in the middle was a rather short, hunched man, only slightly taller than Kane. He wore a black robe, complemented with a matching big black hat. The other two were donned in a leather scale armor and carrying a steel baton, and a full-face helmet. They pulled the rope’s knot, letting it fall. “Kane, wear this and follow me. Obediently.” The black-robed man tossed a dark grey cotton mask. It covered only the upper face and had four holes: two for eyes and the other two for his horns. The mask was tailored for him, it seemed. From now on, he would call the man-in-black ‘warden’ while the other two ‘guards’. Kane wore it and followed them outside, barefooted. While traveling through the corridor in silence, he shouted, “Hey!” Alas, no response, as he thought. They most likely had been dealing with prisoners like him for a long time. Inquiring further would be useless… or until one of them spoke. “Yer very calm, ain’tcha? Is this really yer first time here?” asked the warden, turning his head toward Kane. “There’s nothing much I could do anyway.” “Smart. Thought yer gonna be wild or somethin’. Bet everyone says that, huh?” “You don’t know half of it.” Kane smiled wryly. “Welp, thanks for making ma job easier. If only all Champions were like ya.” “Champions? What do you mean by that?” “Oh, you’ll see.” The further they walked, the clearer the sound of the crowd’s cheer, and the closer the entrance. After ascending a staircase, Kane found himself in a spacious lit room filled with a hundred people. The well-dressed crowd was watching a brutal scene on the caged platform. A fight. More precisely, a brawl between two people under the artificial magic sun. They all shared common traits with Kane: wore the same white clothes and mask, bound by the same shackle and around his age. In the east corner, a dark-skinned boy threw jabs and hooks. Sweat covered his toned muscles, reflecting the light. In the west corner, a young dwarf guarded his face. Based on his frame, he was at least 2-3 years older than his opponent yet much shorter. The fight appeared to be one-sided. A masked man wearing a red robe — who seemed to be the referee — was observing from above the cage. “An underaged brawl, huh?” Kane had heard about it. Officially, a brawler was required to be at least 18 years old and most importantly, consent to fight. Those rules were inverted in this brawl, which made it unofficial. Although, what was the connection between this brawl and Sharon stealing the Black Feather? In any case, it wasn’t that bad. His blood was pumping faster and his fists were itching. It had been a long time since he’d last fought with fists. “Aye. And yer job is to fight in that.” The warden pointed at the cage. “Why did you call me here when the fight isn’t over yet?” “Miss Sharon told me to guide and calm ya down, cause ya know, first-timers usually ain’t the calmest. Though ya don’t need that,” he replied. “How considerate of her,” said Kane. He now understood the reason she wasn’t telling him anything. “Anyway, to earn yer freedom back, ya haft to win at least three matches. Whether to continue fightin’, that’s up to ya.” “Won’t the freed champions snitch?” “That ain’t a problem. This brawl’s a known secret, the royals even know ‘bout it.” “What will happen if I lose?” “Nothin’. Unless ya got beaten to death, ain’t nothin’ happenin’. But, it’d be the best for ya to not lose too much cause yer body will crumble in no time.” As soon as he said that, the dwarf redirected the incoming punch, then at the same time countered with a blow to the liver. The dark-skinned man kneeled, grimacing, before receiving a heavy uppercut to the chin. He flew backward, skidding on the ground. No signs of clear movement were detected from him. The referee jumped down and intervened in the fight. He raised the dwarf’s arm and declared him as a winner. The crowd cheered, applauding. The warden of both Champions then escorted them out of the cage, going to the underground corridor. The dark-skinned man’s warden passed by Kane. His two guards carried him with a stretcher in a hurry. “Yer turn, boy.” The warden and his guards led him to the center. Kane entered the cage of his volition, unlike the plump kid on the opposite side. His warden had to beat him with the baton. It took a minute until he finally stepped inside. The cage entrances were then locked from outside. “May Lord of Fortune be with ya,” the warden whispered. Kane gave a slight nod. He looked around, trying to find Sharon. She was sitting on the second floor, where the seats were fewer and fancier. When their eyes met, she lifted her goblet at him, smiling. Give your best shot! …was perhaps what she meant. Kane then lowered his gaze. The kid was banging on the cage, screaming for help, but to no avail. “West Champion! Behave yourself or I’ll punish you with my lighting spell!” The referee warned from above. “Ugh…” He ceased whining and turned around. His big brown eyes stared at Kane. He was the same age as him but taller. Then, a loud voice filled the whole room. A suave man stood near the cage and spoke loudly, “Ladies and Gentlemen! Witness the debut match tonight! In the west corner, a promising fresh squire from Riverton Academy, Carlsoooon! The first Champion of a long-time fan of our brawl, Sir Edward!” “In the east corner, the exotic half-oni who somehow became a student of the prestigious magic school, Niflenia Academy, has become a new Champion for the beautiful Miss Sharon. We present you, Kaaaane!” Carlson gaped. “You’re… a mage student? How?” “I’m an exception,” replied Kane. “Ahem!” The referee coughed. “I’ll explain the rules. You two must fight until one of you is knocked out cold or… dead. No surrender is allowed.” “Y-you’re kidding, right?” Carlson trembled. “Anything goes, as long as you two hit each other. Otherwise, you’ll be thundered till you fight. Trust me, you don’t want that.” The announcer spoke again, “And now, let the brawl…” “Begin!”

Kane swallowed his saliva. He hoped that all of his sacrifices were not in vain. “What’s the result? I can no longer see the finish line.” “Try to figure that out by yourself, boy.” This ant… Kane uttered a sigh. “Since you saved me, that means I’ve failed?” “Wrong!” shouted the ant with glee. “Whether you’ve passed the goal line or not, it’s because of your perseverance… No, it’s more of your recklessness. Either way, I’m content with them. Both are required to endure my training regimen.” “Recklessness? I used that move to save myself from death!” argued Kane. He felt that the action he took was necessary and within his calculations. Although admittedly, the outcome was… not desirable. “Oh? It wasn’t an impulse, then?” doubted Maur. Kane shook his head. “No. Even if I used vis to protect myself, I eventually wouldn’t have anything left to endure your spells. I know it sounded like an excuse, but it’s the truth.” The ant paused for a moment before saying, “Understandable. I suppose casting five rank 2 spells is a little too much…” “Glad you understand that.” The ant continued, “...for your current form’s strength. Isn’t that right, Kane? Or should I say, Exalted Ax Saint Kane?” “...You figured that out, huh.” “Hmph, do not underestimate my intelligence. Your name and weapon choice are dead giveaways. Anyone in our caliber would immediately recognize you after watching your axmanship in action. What confuses me is you didn’t even bother hiding your power… as if you don’t care at all.” Kane crossed his arms. “That’s because I don’t want to make my life harder. But, that doesn’t mean I’ll constantly show off my power. Now that you know my identity, it would be nice to give me yours. My memory of The Circle is hazy.” The ant was silent, listening to every word. He then said, “Fair enough. I am Maur, one of Grand Archmages of The Circle. I won’t blame you if you haven’t heard of me because I only joined five years ago.” “No wonder. But, there is something I’m more curious about,” said Kane. “Which is?” “How are you so powerful even though you’re an ant?” “Hoho…” Maur chuckled, shaking his antennas, then cackled. “Hahaha! You sure you want to know?” “Yes!” Kane leaned forward. “The secret issss-” Maur trailed off. A few moments later, he said, “-reserved until you’ve completed my training.” Kane blankly stared at the ant, dissatisfied. “Is it personal to you?” “Not quite. My background can be added as one of your motivations. And don’t even try to ask Rey. He won’t know since I never told him.” So, it’s personal… Kane was tired of Maur’s roundabout answer, but he understood the reason. Talking about their past was a rather sensitive topic. Still, how was it possible for an ant — the weakest insect — to become a Grand Archmage, the highest title for a mage? “If there’s nothing else, let’s go back—” “Wait,” interrupted Kane. “I want to stay here a little longer.” “Why? Do you miss the flowers?” teased Maur. “This is the place where I fought my nemesis.” Kane turned around. His mouth formed a hollow smile. Maur stood up with his two tiny feet, staring at the half oni. “Wait, so you’re the culprit behind all of the destruction? You damn cheeky bastard.” “Don’t blame me. He was the one who chose this place for his deathbed. Anyway, I wish to see his corpse for the last time,” he said as he walked while Maur was latching onto him. They traveled across the barren landscape, passing through the craters and fissures. Thirty minutes later, they stumbled upon the largest crater of them all. Its circumference was as massive as Niflenia Academy — no, perhaps even larger. They tried to measure the depth, but it was impossible due to the black mist filling the hole. Kane pointed toward the enormous crater. “There. That is the spot where I killed him.” “This crater reeks of death and despair. Even I would not dare to seek what lies beneath the mist,” remarked Maur. “Have you tried dispelling it?” asked Kane. Maur shook his head. “I did. No spells could. It appears that any matter touching the mist disintegrates.” “Hmm, let me try.” Kane sat down on the edge and then descended toward the center. The incline was narrow yet it did not pose a problem for him. Approaching the black mist, he grabbed a pebble and threw it. Then, a dark grey tendril-like thing manifested. The pebble instantly turned into infinitesimal dust when the tendril touched it. Dangerous! He stepped back as the tendril vanished. “See? I told you,” said Maur from above. Kane scratched his chin. The mist wasn’t this malicious when he indirectly created it with his weapon. Could it be because the weapon was much more twisted than he thought? The fact that it was still sitting in his house at the Westcreek Kingdom, Kane worried that somebody would steal it. He should’ve visited the kingdom before it was too late. “It would be wise to stay away from it,” warned Maur. “No. I know another way,” insisted Kane. He extended his arm and closed his eyes, manifesting the strands of his soul. As the strands reached the mist, the tendril appeared — just like before. However, the tendril retracted and disappeared. The mist then formed a tunnel, creating a passage large enough to cross. They descended into the corridor and traversed the mist. “Damn, that’s awesome! What did you do?” asked Maur with a happy and surprised tone. “It recognized me as its rightful owner. After all, I’m the one who caused this with a weapon of my creation,” explained Kane. “Right, I heard you also professed blacksmithing. To create such a devious weapon… what rank was it?” asked Maur. “The rank didn’t matter, per se; it’s the materials that I used to make it. I won’t spill the secret to you, sorry.” “Hmph, I never asked that. That weapon must have had severe backlash upon using it, am I correct?” “Yes. In fact, it’s more serious than you think.” Kane nodded. “I’m not interested then. Anyhow, you should make some strong but normal weapons for me in the future.” “How are you going to use them?” asked Kane. “For my underlings, of course!” “I’ll consider it,” Kane replied with a tiny smile. At the same time, he noticed something on the ground not too far. It was a human body. He picked up the pace to observe the corpse. A tall human male lay at the center of the crater. His smooth face and slender body were in mint condition as if he were sleeping, yet the gaping, dried wound on his stomach proved otherwise. Upon seeing him, Kane clenched his fists for a brief moment. He then turned around and saw the ant was hovering around the corpse. “A corpse? How did he not disintegrate already?” asked Maur. “I’m not sure. Probably either the mist does not affect the dead or his leftover vis protects him.” “Intriguing. Either way, his vis must’ve been abundant before his death — for his corpse to appear fresh. Was this man your nemesis?” “Yes,” answered Kane with a somber tone. “Hmm, he is familiar for some reason. I think I’ve seen him before in spite of never meeting him even once,” said Maur, resting his head on his tiny hairy front legs. “He’s the Exalted Sword Saint, Aureus, the most famous one among us. You had most likely seen him from statues or pictures.” “You must be joking. He died because of a deadly disease,” Maur retorted. “That’s merely false cover-ups by Reus’s followers to save his reputation. They didn’t want the world to know that the weakest saint managed to kill the strongest saint of all time,” explained Kane. “Makes sense. The sword saint has influenced a large number of people. But, seeing his very corpse right here, this is huge news!” “Do whatever you want with the corpse as long as you don’t snitch on me. I assume you’re as intelligent as you say?” “Why would I? There’s no benefit for me, and we have no enmity to begin with.” “That’s what I thought too.” Kane then turned around. “Let’s return to Niflenia since I’ve confirmed that he’s dead for good.” “Are you sure? Don’t you have some resentment left toward him, so…” “No. I’ve killed him and that’s the end of my revenge. Unleashing my anger means I’m still bound to the past. And I’ve decided to be free from any shackles,” said Kane. “Nicely said. Though, if I had a nemesis, they would’ve been ground to dust or tortured for eternity in another realm to satisfy my revenge!” Maur laughed. “If only it was that easy during that time,” lamented Kane. “Also, I don’t think it’s possible to even damage the corpse. His leftover vis is protecting him.” “Is that so? Let me try.” Maur began chanting a spell. A magic circle with hundreds of runic texts and diagrams flashed. A moment later, runes-filled white stone spikes were hovering above Aureus. Each of them could pierce a rocky mountain with ease. “Rank 5 Earth spell: [Gavalan’s Fingers]!” The spikes plunged toward the corpse. Despite the devastating power, they immediately shattered upon touching the vis. "That’s one helluva strong aura. As expected from the corpse of the sword saint,” remarked Maur. “You’ll need at least two or three rank 7 spells to damage him.” His guess was based on his duel between them. “Damn, I can't cast that kind of spell with this mist surrounding the area! I gotta have space!” he complained. "Can't you just empower your previous spell instead?" “I can, but then, they wouldn’t fit in this narrow space.” Maur tried the spell once more. The spikes were much bigger; however, the mist destroyed them since they surpassed the height of the ceiling. They also tried to move Aureus toward the mist; they failed. Not even a budge. Moving the ground where he lay down also failed. Kane considered enhancing his strength with Maur’s magic, but that would be a bad idea. Unlike vis, enhancement spells wouldn’t make his bones stronger, meaning there was a high chance that his bones would shatter upon impact. “I guess it can’t be helped. Let’s just go back. I’m already satisfied with him being dead,” said Kane as he turned around. Despite saying that, his heart was uneasy. What if Aureus got revived by a resurrection spell or ritual? It was merely a legend, so he cast that thought aside and decided to not worry too much about it. Besides, there was the mist, which would prevent anything from entering. Kane and Maur then returned to Niflenia. By the time they arrived, the sky had already turned orange and Reynar was nowhere to be seen. A small piece of paper, anchored by a rock, was lying on the ground that said, ‘I have gone to my quarter. Please send my regards to Master Maur.’ “Meet me here tomorrow after school is over and we’ll start our training. Don’t forget, boy!” said Maur with an excited tone. “Why are you calling me ‘boy’ when you already know my identity?” complained Kane. “Then, what’s your real age?” inquired Maur. “I don’t exactly remember. Around 120 years old, I think.” “Mine’s 278. Which means, you’re much younger than me, and therefore, I’ll keep calling you ‘boy’.” “That’s…” Kane wanted to say something, but he held back. He hated to admit that Maur was technically right. Another question popped into his mind: how could an ant have such a long lifespan? With enormous vis or mana, humans could prolong their lifespans for several hundred years. The case should be different for ants. Granted, Kane knew nothing about an ant’s age, but it shouldn't be as long as humans and therefore even ants that were as strong as Maur should only live up to a maximum of a hundred years. “If there’s nothing else, I take my leave, then. So long, former ax saint boy!” Maur flew backward, breaking the sound barrier. Gazing toward Maur, Kane had a sudden realization. He checked his uniform's condition. Every part, especially the sleeves, were ridden with holes. Welp, it couldn’t be helped. He could ask someone for a replacement. While on the way to the dorm, Kane was thinking of his ax replacement. Should he buy or make another ax? He doubted that there would be a rank 2 weapon in this kingdom and if there was, probably would be overpriced. But then again, crafting an ax required blacksmith equipment which was not available. He probably had to find a smithy first. --- The next day, the results from the past week’s tests were announced. He made it to the top twenty. Calypso and Lucrais ranked first and eighth respectively. As for Zumi, Athera, and Brian, they were somewhere in the middle out of 244 students. He sat on one of the benches in the training ground. Some people were practicing their spells on the dummies and some were sparring. It was more crowded than usual. Watching them, Kane wondered when Maur would arrive. A moment later, he sensed something approaching fast. It then abruptly stopped on the above his head, and then landed on Kane’s shoulder. It was Maur. “Hey, you’re already here. Are you that excited to train with me?” asked the ant playfully. “I simply want to spend my time efficiently. So, what are we going to do next? It’s impossible to train here or teleport.” “Let’s start with the basics first. Boy, do you know the difference between vis and mana?” “Hmm.” Kane let out a low noise. “Vis is an energy that enhances one’s strength and serves as an extension of limbs or weapons, which will gain the same properties as the medium. It has many uses, from combat applications like raising one’s strength and protection, to non-combat applications such as stopping blood flow and preventing diseases from spreading. Its core is located in the abdomen.” “Meanwhile, mana is an energy that is required to manifest spells and controls objects. They’re stored in our head and can’t be freely controlled like vis. Basically, mana is a currency to pay for casting spells.” “Good, I don’t have to explain more. The methods to improve them are also different. Now, explain the ways to improve vis.” “There are several ways: muscle and stamina training, breathing exercises and exerting vis. The fastest way, of course, is drinking vis-increasing potions. But they can cause unwanted side-effects if consumed too much, such as permanent muscle injury, damaged vessels, etc.” “Quite similar to mana-improving methods. Do you know all of them? There are four ways.” Maur’s antenna formed the number four. “Beats me.” Kane shrugged. “Spending one’s mana until it’s empty, meditation, drinking mana-increasing potions, and aging.” “Aging? Is that a legitimate way?” “Like you, I didn’t believe it the first time I heard it. But then, I realized it after I got older. The moment you awaken your mana, the process of improvement will begin.” “So that’s why every strong mage I’ve fought was never young. Unlike those who use vis.” Kane nodded in agreement. “Yes. This is also the reason most nobles and lazy people prefer to become a mage. Doing nothing still makes you stronger, albeit by little.’” “What will we do for our training? It must involve casting spells, right?” “Not quite. You’ll see.” As the bell tolled, the people on the field stopped their activity and went elsewhere. They were most likely taking a break from their training. Maur hopped off and said, “Let’s go, boy.”

Crossing his legs, Kane sat face to face against Maur in the Rainbow Flowers Field. The lukewarm winds blew toward his face, stronger than they had been yesterday, whistling as they passed. “Before we begin our magic training, I’ve to ask you a question. In your opinion, what are you lacking in relation to magic as of now?” asked Maur. Kane raised two fingers. “Mana capacity and spell variety.” “I don't disagree with what you’ve said.” Maur nodded. “But, there’s a much more fatal weakness than those two.” “What is it?” “Your spell efficiency!” he shouted. “Your mana usage to cast a spell is very, very abysmal! Boy, even an eight-year-old child fledgeling mage is more efficient than you.” “Gee, I wonder why. Perhaps it’s because I never learned magic before?” Kane rolled his eyes. “Then, tell me how to fix it.” “The solution is simple: cast spells that have the same elemental attribute every day as many as you can.” “That’s it?” “Yes. Keep doing that for twenty years minimum to reach the highest efficiency. That’s achievable for people with Level 10 talent. For other people, however, they require much longer time.” “…Is there a faster way?” Kane lamented. He only had a year left before the tournament began. “There’s another method, actually, but less common due to its wrenching and dangerous nature. Nevertheless, it’s much faster,” said Maur. “Explain,” said Kane, intrigued. “It’s called ‘One With the Element.’ To be proficient with mana, one must be familiar with the environment of the elemental attribute of the spell! That being said, which element do you want to focus on?” “What are the elements? I’m not familiar with all of them,” said Kane. “From the most common to the most niche, the elements are Neutral, Fire, Water, Ice, Earth, Wind, Lightning, Light, and Darkness. Most elements can be combined into a more unique one, but that’s reserved for later.” “Huh, I’ve never realized that there are so many of them.” Kane pondered for a moment before choosing the element. “I’ve decided to focus on the fire element.” “Oh? Why is that?” “Because the only element I know is fire, and based on my experience, it has the most destructive potential out of them aside from lightning. I want to eliminate my enemies as quickly as possible,” he explained. “You’re not wrong. Luckily for you, I know a place where to begin your training. It’s not far from here.” Maur began to hover. Kane tilted his head. “I don’t remember creating a lasting fire.” “Just shut up and follow me.” Kane and Maur traveled to another area like yesterday, but this time, they were going west. After a while, they found a profound ravine. The deeper the depth, the darker it got. At the bottom, a thin thread-like red line was flowing. “Before I give further instructions, I must ask you a question: which one of you two did this?” asked Maur. “This one was him. He used his ultimate move on me, and I would’ve died if not for my exquisite armor. I had taken a glance at the crevice, but I never thought it was this deep.” “Oh, I had been digging this crevice some time ago to find some precious minerals. Turns out, there’s plenty of them!” Maur exclaimed. “Good for you. What should I do now?” asked Kane. “Strip.” Kane blinked twice. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. Strip your clothes before going into the lava. Or do you prefer them to be burned?” “Lava? Why should I go into-” Kane realized that if he finished the sentence, he would have to face Maur’s annoying wrath. He then started to remove every piece of clothing. Kane was now nude under the expansive sky without people around except the ant — if he counted as one. Kane exhaled a long breath. “Ah, it’s been a long time since I’ve been naked outside. Embarrassing yet liberating.” “Stop talking to yourself and jump.” Maur poked him with a mana ball. “Wait-” Kane lost his footing and plunged into the abyss. “AAHHH!” He screamed while falling. Was he going to die again? He hadn’t accomplished his goal yet! For some reason, Kane hadn’t touched the lava yet. Upon realizing, his body was suspended in the air, hovering above the lava flow. Scorching lava emanated blazing heat from below. It burned! Despite being quite far from the lava, every inch of his body writhed in agony. “You’re alright, boy? I used a spell called [Mage Hand] and cast a barrier on you, so you won’t fall into the lava and are able to survive the heat. Your task is to meditate there,” said Maur, latching on the crag. He moved Kane inside a craggy cove with a river of lava flowing beside it. Kane shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me beforehand!?” “I thought you already knew my plan. It was obvious, no?” asked the ant with a mocking tone. This… goddamn ant! Kane cursed in his heart. An urge to lash out against Maur swelled inside him, but he chose to calm himself down. Based on his experience, most of the time anger would only worsen the situation. Knowing what he must do was the topmost priority. “Now what?” he asked, holding back the searing pain. “Try to meditate for an hour. I’ll come back later to pick you up. Besides, staying in a hot area for too long isn’t very healthy.” Maur then flew away. Kane closed his eyes and focused moving his mana inside his body, doing the same thing back when he was in the cave during the exam. His body started getting used to the extreme temperature, making it easier to enter a trance state. --- “Wake up, boy!” Hearing a familiar voice, Kane slowly opened his eyes. He saw the orange sky first, then Maur who was resting on the tip of his nose. “Has… an hour passed by? Cough!” asked Kane with a hoarse voice. His throat and tongue were parched as if all of his saliva had gone. “Drink this first.” Maur conjured a flask of water from his pocket dimension and threw it at the half-oni’s stomach. Kane grabbed it. He guzzled the flask until it was empty in mere seconds, quenching his thirst. It was among the best water he had in his life. “Heh, you look like a real oni now,” snickered Maur. Finished drinking, Kane wiped his wet mouth as he gave the flask back. He checked his skin; it was as red as a cherry and dry. If anyone saw him in his current condition, they would see him as a pure-blooded oni. “Tell me what happened,” said Kane. “You managed to hold on for two hours before collapsing. You were getting too comfy down there, so I lifted you up with the help of my golem.” Have I been fainting too often lately? It was three times already this month. He should reduce the number to prevent unwanted repercussions. Maur spoke once more. “We’ll continue the training until you can withstand the heat for at least… a day. I must say, your current body isn’t too shabby, though weak. This training also serves as raising your resistance against fire and heat.” “Killing two birds with one stone… That’s convenient.” Kane nodded in understanding. After wearing his clothes, Kane and Maur teleported back to the academy. The shimmering stars glowed in the night and sounds of crickets filled the silence. Kane had nothing left to do except return to his dorm and sleep. The next morning, Kane visited Liana’s home at the top of the royal library since today was the weekend; there was no class today. Before he could knock on the door, she was already approaching him. She wore an oversized simple white shirt that covered her knees and nothing else. Her hair was messy and bedridden. “Good morning, Kane! You came so early.” “Sorry, I’ve got nothing to do, so I thought I should visit you first. I can come back later—” “Please don’t. I’ve been waiting for you since yesterday,” said Liana, opening the door. Both Kane and Liana sat on the sofa. He told her about the spellbook to be read first; [Flaming Hand]. Despite hesitating at first to read aloud, she narrated the text smoothly. Kane closed his eyes, listening to her soothing voice. He tried to process the information, but it was hard due to the unfamiliar word choice and the formal language. “Sorry to interrupt but, could you summarize it? Let’s save time for both of us,” interrupted Kane. “Okay. Wait here, I’ll grab some stuff to help you.” Liana went to one of the rooms and returned with a large paper and a quill and ink. Putting them on the table, she said, “Basically, all you need to do is to remember this.” She then scribbled on the paper and drew an intricate big circle with detailed lines and fire symbols, along with hundreds of runic letters stringed together, forming a full circle. The drawing was rough yet it conveyed the message with clarity. Kane peered at it closely and wondered out loud, “Your memory is incredible! Why is the spell book theory not simply a drawing of a magic circle instead of texts?” “I don’t really know. I guess it’s too much work? Texts are easier to copy compared to drawings,” answered Liana. “No wonder. Anyway, let’s go outside to test this spell.” Kane stood up and looked toward the window. “Eh? You’re already able to cast it?” asked Liana. “No, but you could, right?” “I haven’t tried this one, to be honest. But yeah, I could,” she said with a weak smile. They went outside and stood facing the entrance to the library. The wind was weaker than yesterday and the morning sky was clear. Liana closed her eyes and extended her arm forward as she chanted, “Unranked fire spell: [Flaming Hand]!” A red magic circle manifested on her palm. A fiery red flame ignited her whole hand, flickering wildly and radiating immense heat. To his surprise, Kane didn’t expect that from an unranked spell. The flame faded and finally extinguished. At the same time, Liana gasped for air, sweating profusely. “What’s wrong, Liana?” Kane approached her. A mere unranked spell shouldn’t have drained her mana too much. Liana glanced at him and pursed her lips, avoiding his eyes. “I… I’m fine. I was just tired suddenly…” “You’re awful at lying.” She took a deep breath, and blew it hard. “I… have a very rare disorder that limits my mana usage. It’s been plaguing me since I was born…” It was all coming together. Now, he knows why those class S students seem to dislike her. “Does that come with your perfect memory?” “Yes… I consider both of them a bane to me. They’re nothing but nuisances!” “I don’t think remembering every detail is that bad. It’s very useful,” said Kane. “Is it? Have you ever experienced bad and sad things? Try to forget those when you have my condition!” she cried with teary eyes. “…” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you like that. It’s just… I’ve never let out my emotions to anyone.” Liana’s long eyelashes fluttered. “You don’t have to apologize. Actually, it was my fault for asking you something like this to begin with. I never thought you had this condition before,” comforted Kane. “You’ve been alone all this time?” “I do have someone to talk to, but they’re just another nobody to me. A stranger. I hope you’re not like them, Kane.” “I won’t. I’ll visit you as often as I can,” he said. “You promise?” He paused. Kane hated making promises because he would feel guilty if he broke them. And yet, he couldn’t resist saying, “I promise.” When he said that, her eyes fluttered. “Thank you… I’ll remember that.” Her expression shone with charming radiance once again. Kane rubbed his nose, turning his gaze elsewhere. “Now that’s settled, I want to try the spell now.”

Hathnuz I apologize for posting the chapter very late. I just want to finish chapter 55 first but I wasn't able to finish it quickly. The posting schedule will return to normal, I promise. “What in the name of the Lords!?”“Is this real!?”“What just happened?” The crowd howled in shock. They all had no idea of what was going on. The whole thing was incomprehensible. Seifer, the supposed Champion who would shed blood to the weak-looking half-oni, had suddenly lost, just like that. Who would’ve known that Kane managed to win by simply throwing several weak punches? They shredded their bet slips before crumpling and tossing them away in a rage. This match was supposed to be free money for them! With the odds of infinitely close to 1.0, many people had bet enough gold to buy a small house to get the same value of cheap jewelry. If only they bet on Kane instead, they would’ve been filthy rich. Few people among the audience had made the correct decision. Alas, there were no other people who risked more than a meager 500 gold other than Sharon. Amid an eruption of protest, Ral was still gawking at the scene. He creased his brows, recalling the match over and over again. Maybe his suspicion was true all along? So, he decided to ask her sister. “Hey, Sharon—” “Yes!” She screamed in a high pitch and punched upward. “Kane won!” Seeing her celebrating, Ral couldn’t help but half-smiled. Her sister was always concerned about her image, so she rarely expressed herself. It was such a rare sight for him. “35,000 gold times 58. How much is the total?” asked Sharon all of sudden. Her mouth was gaping and trembling at the same time as she stared at him. “Whaddaya mean by ‘times’?” She turned away. “Forget what I asked.” “How did Kane win that anyway?” “Does that matter? I’ve become rich, Ral! Can’t you see?” “I don’t care about that!” Ral rolled his eyes. “So, what are you gonna do after this?” In an instant, she stopped smiling as her eyes became cold. “I’ll do ‘that’, of course. As usual.” “Heh, so that’s your plan from the start, huh?” He leaned back against the chair, grinning. A while later, he said, “What’s the plan again?” “Ugh! Stop pretending that you understood, then!” Sharon stomped her foot. “Here’s my plan…” While they were talking, Wadmar, the magus who owned Seifer, had descended from the highest audience seat and began clapping every two steps he took. The audience gradually became quieter. He finally reached the arena. Staring at Kane with an incredulous look, he said in a loud voice, “Well done, Kane. I am Wadmar, a magus and the owner of this place. Before I properly praise your achievement, I must ask you a couple of questions. And speak loudly, please.” “Alright.” “How did you defeat him? Tell me the truth.” “I don’t mean to disrespect, but perhaps your Champion is to blame here? Because he went down too easily after some hits. You can check him by yourself.” Wadmar scratched his chin and approached the downed wildman. He kicked him to turn Seifer over. His body was stiff and no sign of injury. Nothing was particularly strange. After examining him, Wadmar called the wardens to carry Seifer out of the arena. He pondered about FR-14 injection. He asked himself: Was that truly the cause? Wadmar wouldn’t know until he performed a proper autopsy on Seifer. “Please, let me examine your stomach.” “Sure.” Kane pulled up his shirt, revealing the seal to everyone. “It’s still intact. I…” Wadmar hesitated to speak. He understood that admitting his Champion lost was his fault would tarnish his reputation. Then again, he couldn’t find other good reasons. To him, Kane was a much weaker fighter than Seifer, no matter he looked at him. He doubted that Kane’s ring would damage Seifer since that wildman had the toughness of rank 2 monsters. Wadmar also considered interrogating him, but that might cause damage to his relationship with Sharon’s family. It would be a different case if Kane displayed the actual cheating in the public eyes. “This will be the first time I ever say this: congratulations to Kane for winning the tournament!” announced Wadmar. Some were clapping while the rest were jeering and yelling: “Give back our money!” It was one thing if Kane had won fair and square; that wasn’t the case. Feeling cheated, they began throwing small objects toward the arena. “Enough!” Wadmar shouted and cast [Rank 2: Windblast]. A gust of wind swept from the center like a circle. All the thrown items flung back toward them. “I am not responsible for your bets! Kane has earned the title with the odds stacked against him. You all were unlucky that Seifer had encountered some issues during the match!” he yelled at them. After he finished ranting, it was time for the closing event. Kane along with Sharon was invited to the ruined arena to receive the grand prize. She received a rank 3 magic staff, which was priced at around 10,000 gold while Kane received a gold medal and his name recorded in the hall of fame. Most people had left the arena except several Sharon’s hardcore fans — and Ral’s too. They merely cheered from distance, not brave enough to approach them. --- Now that was all over, Kane followed both Sharon and Ral toward the exit. He had changed back into his uniform. His hands were shackled with her magic black chains to prevent any sudden movements. Kind of annoying but understandable, granted at least Sharon had removed the sealing spell. Both his vis and mana returned to him albeit slowly. He expected a complete recovery for two to three days without mana potions. They traveled through the hallway, the main hall, and finally… a kitchen. The pleasant smell of broths and stews permeated the room, making Kane’s stomach growl. A couple of people wearing white aprons greeted them. They were the chefs who were cooking and preparing some dishes. Sharon responded with a gentle smile while Ral kept walking as though nobody’s around. The restaurant was sparse with customers and worn furniture. A typical diner for middle to low-class citizens. It was also as small as Kane’s recently-bought shop. One of them — a middle-aged man — stood up and opened the door for those two. Stepping outside, it was already dark. The countless stars were shimmering in the sky, the object he never saw during his time as a Champion. The breezy wind blew his face before being welcomed by a black carriage and a young man dressed in a long black tailcoat. Despite having the appearance of a humble peasant, he showed a graceful and proper bow akin to a seasoned butler. Sharon stepped inside first, followed by Ral, and lastly, Kane. Upon taking a closer look, the butler had a cold, emotionless face, similar to other Sharon’s henchmen and servants. The dark purple double seats were installed. They looked comfortable, and as it turned out, his assumption was true. Kane sat beside Ral before shutting the door close. With a lash of a whip, the carriage began to move. “Here’s your ring, Ral. And thanks.” Kane offered the said object while breaking the ice. Ral took and returned the ring inside his pocket. “You did something to that Seifer guy, didn’t you?” “I did some punchings. That’s all. Everything beyond that was just luck,” replied Kane immediately. “Oh? Alright, then.” Ral opened the curtain beside him and gazed toward the outside. Kane had prepared this answer to this very question, albeit he certainly expected the asker would be Sharon. Perhaps it was because of Ral’s honed battle instinct? Fortunately, he believed that half-baked answer. Not to mention, saying ‘did some punchings’ would be oversimplifying Kane’s effort. The moment before his fist struck Seifer’s chest, he projected vis in the form of a long needle from Ral’s ring — more precisely, the diamond gem, so the vis became as hard as diamond. No matter how resilient or thick the skin was, it was still vulnerable to sharp, pointy objects. And thus, through one of the skin pores, it penetrated deep, reaching the inside. Kane formed a sphere that enveloped Seifer’s heart, disrupting the blood flow. He had used a similar technique when defending from Giyori’s kick to his head. Kane ran out of vis after using that due to his limited vis capacity and one of the laws of vis: the stronger the used material was, the more vis was required to materialize, extend, and prolong it. Due to the circumstances, he was forced to create vis as thin as possible, smaller than blood vessels. It required an unbelievable amount of concentration, however, a not-so-difficult feat for a former saint such as Kane. Meanwhile, Sharon was closing her eyes. As for her earnings from betting, Wadmar told her to withdraw the money from some bank with a check he gave to her. The amount was too big to transport without encountering any hassle. If only she could give some of her earnings; but, there was a more important question to ask. “Where are we going?” “To my house. Don’t worry, Kane, I will give you your deserved reward there. Be patient until then, okay?” replied Sharon. She correctly guessed his unspoken intention. “If you say so.” Contrary to what he said, Kane had expected a chance of betrayal. People often tossed others away when they outlived their usefulness. Never fond of that. When that happened, he would try to steal the Black Feather back, or escape as soon as his life was in danger. As for the time being, he continued to play pretend. Later, the butler stopped the horses. Kane along with others got off the carriage. Rows of manors were built across the cobblestone street. Sharon’s was one of them. Not much he could see since everything was rather dark. A large building with four windows loomed over them as vines crept on the wall. The distance between the steel gate and the main antique double door was short due to the cramped land plot. Unlocking the door, the butler pushed it open for them. The interior was pitch-black. Sharon chanted something, casting a spell. The magic candles lit the hanging chandelier first, then others one by one until each of them illuminated the whole manor. Thanks to her, Kane was able to see his surroundings. Everything was made of wood, an expensive one — from the flooring, the walls, and the staircase leading toward the second floor. A combination of ornate wolf and plant motifs were carved into the wall and even the stair’s handles. On the part of the wall where the staircase was, a bunch of pictures hung close to each other. They came in various sizes and painting types. Kane focused on three particular paintings. Two of them were Sharon’s portraits from afar and close-up with different poses. The most intriguing one, however, was a painting of a group of people consisting of six dressed in noble attire, standing in a row while the oldest man was sitting on a chair. Unfortunately, they were too far away to discern further — well, until Sharon told him to follow her upstairs. He stopped midway and observed the picture. From left to right: a blonde girl around Kane’s age if not younger, presumably a twin of a blonde boy beside her since they resembled one another; Sharon, wearing a fine purple long dress, was depicted younger than currently; the same applied to Ral, grinning widely and maintaining it as the painter captured the moment — which was praiseworthy; a fierce muscular man whose his shoulders were broad, stood taller than anyone there; and a silver-haired man who donned a butler outfit and stood slightly away from the cast. Finally, the dandy man seemed to be the head of the family. He didn’t strike as a family man at first glance. Rugged beard, stern gaze, and a long scar across his face contributed to that. And yet, his warm smile and refined appearance gave the opposite. He reminded Kane of himself, except that man took a different path at some point in his life. “What are you looking at, Kane? Hurry up,” said Ral from above. Kane turned around quickly and followed them. “Huh? Yes, I’ll be there!” “Are you curious about our family?” asked Sharon while ascending. “Can’t say I’m not.” He shrugged. “It’d be best if you’re not. Because…” She halted her steps upon reaching the second floor and looked at him. “Curiosity killed the cat.” “Luckily for me, I’m not a cat,” replied Kane. He had come up with this since the last time he heard it. “Fufufu, you’re not wrong,” chuckled Sharon before resuming her walk. Kane now arrived in some sort of a mix of reading and living room, where big, antique shelves full of books were lining up and facing four couches. When people sat there, they would face each other. Sharon and Ral passed through the section and went to the hallway. They wouldn’t lock him up again, would they? A few steps later, they stood in front of a door with a brass handle without a keyhole. “Guess I’m done here. I’ll leave first.” Ral walked away and waved. “Bye, you two!” “Where’s he going?” “Ral has another matter that needs attending. Now, follow me into my room.” Sharon chanted another spell once more. A click sounded from the door, then it opened. They entered the room. This marked the second time for him to be inside a girl’s bedroom. That aside, why did Sharon invite him to her private chamber? Why couldn’t she just give the reward and be done with it? She had no killing intent, yet his suspicion toward her had reached a high level. Nevertheless, he hadn’t got much choice other than to play along. Fidgeting, he cast his gaze around him. Cupboards and dressers occupied more than half of the room. A large bed with four columns was half-curtained in velvet, the main interest of this room. However, to him, the thin shelf filled with apparatuses caught his attention more. Seemed like she was telling the truth about her hobby. She placed the box inside that shelf, strode toward the bed, and stood facing him. “Thank you for your patience, Kane. As promised, that box — including the Black Feather — is free for your taking.” The black chains that bind his hands broke, shattered into pieces. Before Kane could say anything, she spoke again, “But, I have another offer for you.” Sharon’s hands reached for her back. Her intention was unclear… until her dress dropped on the floor. Her black, laced undergarments were exposed for him to feast upon. She then sat down, elongating her lean legs hid underneath the tight stockings and flaunting her assets. Leering at Kane, she flirted with a coquettish voice, “You can have me instead. It’s a much more appropriate reward, no? I’ll give you the best moment you’ll ever experience in your entire life.” Kane, now frozen stiff in place, had to decide. Between obtaining a clue to his goal that may or may not be useful and spending a night with the most popular girl in the school, which one should he pick?

Somewhere in Niflenia Academy, a woman was sitting in a spacious room. Based on the sofa placed in front of the desk, and the carpet floor laying all over the ground — it was apparent that she was inside an office. “Interesting.” A hoarse yet feminine voice came from the woman. Her eyelids were closed. She was observing the special test. In her vision, multiple screens were giving her the live feed of the test. *Knock, knock.* “Come in.” She opened her eyes, turning off the surveillance. It was shared among her assistants in the field so there wouldn’t be a problem in case someone broke the rules. *Creak.* “Good afternoon, Teresa,” said a middle-aged man, who was wearing a black robe. “It’s been a while since we conversed privately.” “Cut to the chase, Reynar. Have you found out how and why a half-oni could enter our test?” Teresa gawked at him. He may have a higher position or older than her but their ability was equal. “I’m aware your curiosity exceeds your patience, but please allow me to explain myself,” Reynar said calmly. “Fine. I’m not impatient. I hate unneeded talk.” She leaned her head against the chair, tapping her fingers on the armrest. “Thank you.” Reynar cleared his throat before speaking again. “It is quite simple. I’ve questioned the receptionist of this matter. And, I’ve acquired this very shocking piece, the aptitude talent certificate.” A paper appeared on his palm, retrieved from his robe. Teresa grabbed the paper without looking at it. “What’s so shocking about…” She immediately wide-eyed when she recognized silver paper and read the content. “L-level 10 mage!” Her hands trembled. “That is correct. What’s more interesting, is the certificate belongs to that half-oni.” “This is impossible!” shouted Teresa. “He must have faked it or bribed the tester.” She slammed the paper hard against the table. “I believe you too know that those are improbable considering his unknown background,” said Reynar. Teresa entered deep thought. Reynar was correct. To obtain a certificate, one must be evaluated by the official guild mage. Almost nobody could ever make a forgery since they could be spotted with a proper check. Bribery could not be done either because the mage officer had a vow that couldn’t be crossed. She then examined the certificate and found no evidence of forgery. Still, she couldn’t believe this abnormality. How could a mere half-oni villager possess a once-in-a-hundred-years talent? “What should we do about this boy, Kane? Our reputation might be… questioned by the mage community. Especially when that half-oni can’t actually use magic,” said Teresa, placing her hands on the table’s surface. Reynar rubbed his chin and put his finger on the certificate, “Let us keep this matter a secret from everyone except us and that receptionist. I do not want other academies to acquire this information.” Teresa gave a nod. “I understand. Luckily, I haven’t told anybody yet.” “Meanwhile, you should take care of the unintended casualties.” “Oh, that? I already commanded my minions to write grieving letters,” said Teresa with a chuckle. “Say, Teresa. You’ve been observing him until now, have you? How is he doing?” Reynar asked. Teresa grinned. “Recently, he killed a rank 2 monster. Alone. Without magic.” He leaned his head forward a bit. “Please elaborate.” Teresa told the entire story regarding Kane. How he took down the riese, even how he successfully escaped from death. Reynar was nodding his head and on the edge of his seat throughout her recount. Once he was finished hearing the story, Reynar inclined against the sofa. “Intriguing. A half-oni child that utilizes an ax—the barbarian’s favorite weapon—in spite of being a mage. At least according to his certificate.” Teresa bit her lip. “With his ability, he should’ve gone to a squire academy instead of here.” “His extraordinary aptitude would’ve been wasted there,” Reynar laughed. Teresa nodded as her response. A female maid came and brought two cups of tea. The smell of herbal mint filled the room. They drank them simultaneously. “How is your throat? I miss your beautiful, soprano voice before that incident,” said Reynar after sipping his tea. “It’s getting better. The side effect was... hard to heal. I miss it too.” Her expression darkened. She put down the cup gently. “P-pardon me for speaking such terrible words! How impolite of me.” Reynar panicked, almost jumping up from the sofa. “I don’t blame you. And I’m already used to it. Erhm!” She coughed, then touched her neck. “Have you heard about the Westcreek Kingdom?” Reynar brought a new topic. “That ruined kingdom? I know about it. It’s been a year since the fall. The once-proud country now degraded into a lair of dangerous shadow puppets. A hotspot for the brave and the foolish who seek for riches that have been left behind.” He nodded, then said, “Correct. According to my informant, there’s a rumor regarding a legendary weapon that appeared. It’s the root behind the collapse.” Teresa raised one of her eyebrows. “I know where this is going to be. No, I don’t want to. I’ve heard a lot of powerful people have died there. Whatever the weapon, it’s a no,” she refused. “Please do not decline yet. Let’s say the rumor appears to be true, could you guess the rank of the weapon?” “I don’t know. A rank 6 or 7 weapons would be enough… to ruin a kingdom.” She drank her tea again. “No,” Reynar smirked. “It’s rank 10.” *Spurt!* Teresa spat out her tea. Apparently, Reynar already prepared for it so he covered his face with his sleeve. “Cough! Cough!” Teresa cleared her throat from the residual liquid. “Sorry.” She wiped her mouth and the desk. Her cheeks and her nose became bright red. “Haha, no worries. My reaction was somewhat similar to yours when I first discovered it from my informant,” he chuckled. “Are you sure? Like, a hundred percent confident about it? A fabled weapon in that kingdom?” Her eyes narrowed as she spoke. “Absolutely.” Reynar’s eyes were staring intently. “There was one person who managed to escape from the sea of deadly puppets. He barely left the place alive and claimed that he saw a rank 10 weapon. This information isn’t a well-known rumor as it’s regulated. I even paid a hefty sum for this. So, what’s your choice?” Three of Teresa’s fingers pointed upward. “Three questions. Why me? How much is my share? What’s your plan? Especially the puppets... They’re essentially invincible, each of them.” “I’m gathering as many capable and trustworthy people that I know as possible. For the second one, it depends on how precious the treasures left behind are. Nevertheless, I assure you will receive an appropriate share. The plan is—” *Dong! *Dong! Two bell tolls resonated throughout the academy, including the office room. “Well, let’s continue our chat later. I’m afraid I must go.” Reynar stood up and walked towards the door. “Goodbye, Reynar. Your invitation, I’ll think about it.” “Great decision. Although, take your time as I’m not in a rush. I predict my plan will be finished in two or three years. I will inform you of the reason behind it later. Farewell, Teresa. It was a nice conversation.” Reynar pulled the door handle and exited the room. Teresa was left alone in the office. She rotated her chair towards the window, looking at the sky. “Rank 10 weapon… Hah, what a ridiculous lie.” She heaved a sigh. “Whether it's true or not, what is he going to do with it? Tomorrow, I must ask him about this.” Watching the thick gray clouds, she pondered. “Kane Foxsnove, what is your secret?”

Kane was strolling with his father in a village nearby called Deven. He hoped to find the things he needed. No other races lived in this village besides oni. Not too many visitors or traders stopped by because most of Deven’s citizens had no coins. Only a handful of traders accepted barter. Additionally, the nearest neighboring city would take four days with a horse carriage from Deven. That was the main reason most of the people who lived here chose not to travel to other cities. Kane looked at his surroundings. Crude wooden fences and a prairie surrounded Deven. No source of water was nearby other than the river from the forest. It had plenty of wooden huts with similar constructions. They had severed animal or monster heads on the roof. The story behind this was from a traditional oni folklore that said that the Lord of the Hunt would bring fortune for those who decorated the house with it. Not only as house decorations, but some people even wore them as accessories. Seeing such a backwater village, Kane could not help pitying them, although almost every oni village was in this condition. While walking, many adults greeted Kane and his father. It surprised him since demi-humans shouldn’t have to treat a mixed-race nicely. He wondered at the reason. “Here we are, The Bokar’s Workshop! The one and only blacksmith and weapon shop in this village.” Ezar stared at the small building constructed with gray stones. A hanging wooden plaque had the logo and name of the building that said, “Open” in oni language. “Why is there no other blacksmith in the village?” asked Kane. “Because there’s only a single person who is capable of smithing. He is like me, an outsider who chose to live in this village. You’ve met him once before,” Ezar explained. Kane had spent all his years in this village, yet he still didn’t know what was going on because he despised visiting Deven. The previous Kane had yearned for friends, so he had tried to play with children around his age. However, his friends bullied him instead for his mixed race. Ezar knew this so he advised Kane to stay at home. He could not sense any ranked weapon nearby, but perhaps for a workshop in the middle of a tribal village, that was not strange. People like Kane who were familiar with ranked weapons could tell the rank and even the shape based on its rank aura. Only ranked weapons could emit an aura; therefore he couldn’t guess the shape of an unranked weapon. But he still considered other possibilities. Were the weapons in that shop hidden by magic? Or their aura was sealed by some kind of sealing item? Kane had no definite answer, so he put the questions in the back of his head. After Ezar finished his explanation, the father and son entered the shop. The door creaked when Ezar pushed it. The shop was rather small. Many kinds of weapons and armor hung on the north side of the wall. In a wooden display case, small weapons and accessories were shown. All of them were unranked. With just a glance, Kane knew the age of the equipment, which were quite aged. Despite that, he spotted no signs of degradation. Kane smiled upon noticing how well the equipment were being treated. However, it was difficult to look at them for more than a second without judging them quietly due to their inferior quality. In the backroom, a burly male oni was cleaning a sword with a cloth. His hair was black, coupled with a beard and minor wrinkles on his face. He was shorter than Ezar and a bit fatter. “Good morning, Ezar. It’s rare to see that you’re visiting me with your son. Do you need any tool or something to be repaired?” The man stopped his activity and served them. “Not this time, Bokar. My son is the one who has business with you.” Kane knew this man from the previous owner’s memory. He was Bokar, a friend of Ezar. They had met 5 years ago. He was one of the most tolerant oni in the village other than his father. Ever since Kane had been shunned, he had never met him again. “Kane, go ahead.” Ezar stepped back. "Do you sell daggers? I want the one with a sharp edge on both sides,” asked Kane as he looked around. “Yeah. There are only two left, though,” said Bokar. “Alright then, show me what you got.” “Here.” He took out two daggers from the display case, and then he put them on the desk. There were two different daggers. The first was a long thin blade. The round handles made of animal bone were fitted nicely against the steel. Judging by its appearance, the quality of the steel was superior to the other one. The spine, the middle section of the dagger, was quite thick. No guard whatsoever, only two small gaps between the hilt and the blade. Overall, it was a nice dagger to have. The second was almost the opposite. It had a wide short blade. Black straps were wrapped around the oval handle. The steel was inferior, but it was still quite strong. The spine was less thick. A copper guard was embedded onto the dagger, improving the appearance. Based on the quality, the first one was better. Definitely cheaper, though. Putting a smug expression, Bokar explained, “This one was made of high-quality steel, the handle—” “I choose this one,” Kane interrupted. His finger pointed at the second dagger. “Nice choice!” Ezar whispered. “That one is 30 gold coins,” Bokar said with a flat tone. His smile was slowly fading. “What? That’s too expensive! We’re friends, right? How about 15 gold coins?” Ezar haggled, trying to persuade Bokar. “Nope. Even if it’s for you, I can only lower the price to 20 gold coins, including the fact it had been sitting in my store for about 2 years.” “Deal.” Ezar gave 20 gold coins to Bokar. “Hmph. Like father, like son, eh?” Bokar grumbled. He cleaned and grounded the dagger before handing it to Kane. He also gave them a free sheath — a nice and useful addition. Kane inspected it one more time and nodded as he was satisfied with the purchase. The father and son thanked Bokar before they left the shop. “Kane, you don’t have to care about the money I have. I do hope you pick cheaper items often, though,” praised Ezar. “What do you mean?” Kane tilted his head. “You decided to pick the cheap dagger for that reason, right?” Kane smiled at his father without uttering a word. His father had misunderstood the reason for his choice of the dagger. He had chosen this one because it was more durable than the other one. He could tell with a glance. Also, the hilt on the dagger would prevent his hand from sliding to the blade when using it. The steel quality wasn’t great, but it didn’t matter for him because both of them were unranked anyway. While walking, Kane thought about his impression of Bokar. He had a good temperament and was friendly. His blacksmithing skill was far, far lower than Kane’s in his previous life. It didn’t matter for him as long as there was a blacksmith nearby for his cover. He also asked his father if a potion shop existed in Deven. Ezar told him that the village had no such shop because there was no alchemist in here. Hearing this answer, Kane had to switch to other plans. Later, they arrived home and started training after having lunch. Before they began, Ezar had a word with Kane. “My son, I had planned to train you after the aptitude evaluation next year. But I changed my mind. I want this training to build your foundation, so that you will be strong whichever your talent is. What do you say?” Kane had almost forgotten about the evaluation. It had been too long since he took one in his previous life, but he still remembered the gist of it. The aptitude evaluation was an annual event to determine someone’s talent once in his lifetime. Strength, agility, and magic were the three types of attributes. However, if you didn’t have any of them, you had almost no chance of becoming strong. The only requirement of taking the evaluation was being thirteen years old. Warrior, hunter, and mage were not classes, those are just talents. Only after joining an official institution could one could have class, such as Knight, Thief, etc. An ordinary person could have class but not have talent. In other words, talents were gifted whereas classes were earned or self-declared. “Of course, Dad. I want to be strong just like you,” Kane answered. He actually wished to be just like his previous self. Ezar nodded, smiling at him. “Good choice. Now, let’s get started. I won’t be easy on you.” Kane did some physical training first before learning the weapon’s skill. Ezar taught Kane how to use the dagger properly and how to take care of them. He also taught his child the ax skills. Despite Kane already knowing the stuff his father tried to teach, he played along and pretended he had never used a weapon. --- The next day, they both sat facing each other, eating the food in the dining room. Ezar was holding a sheet of paper and reading it. “Kane, I must tell you something,” said Ezar. “Sure. What is it, Dad?” “I have to meet someone in another village, for business reasons. Do you want to come with me? I’ll be gone for two days, and I’m afraid you’re going to be lonely.” Kane pondered for a moment before answering, “I think I’d rather stay here to guard the house. Besides, I’m not a little kid anymore.” “Haha, of course. You’re already 12 years old, almost a teenager,” said Ezar. He stood up and retrieved his backpack. “Well, then. I take my leave. Just stay at home, ok? And don’t forget to train!” He patted Kane’s head and stepped outside. They bid farewell. When Ezar had finally gone, Kane prepared to leave the house. He decided to execute his plan earlier due to his father’s unexpected departure. He must use this golden opportunity! He went to Deven again to visit the workshop. Kane saw Bokar kneeling and twisting the wet cloth. He then wiped the floor with it. It was not long until Bokar looked at him and said, “Welcome! Ah, you again. Where’s your father?” He returned to wipe the floor after asking the question. “He’s on a business trip,” replied Kane. Bokar ceased cleaning the floor and looked at him. “I see. What do you need?” “Can I be your apprentice? I’m interested in blacksmithing,” replied Kane. “Hmm,” Bokar hummed. His eyes moved up and down several times while staring at Kane. He stood up and said, “No.”

Kane, Zumi, Athera, and Brian were queuing in a long line to enter the brand new library. They had arrived not long ago. A long white ribbon was tied across the entrance, waiting for the right moment to be cut. Aside from the ribbon, two teachers were also blocking the access. “Wow, it’s so crowded!” Zumi bounced on her toes. “We should’ve visited earlier. The books we’re looking for could be taken away by others first,” said Brian. “There… should be many c-copies, I think,” muttered Athera. “I don’t understand why you three are so interested in this library. It’s just a collection of books,” complained Kane. He initially wanted to visit alone another time, but the three had kept insisting to join, especially Brian. Based on what Kane had heard, Brian wanted to prevent awkwardness around the girls so he needed a male companion. The three immediately turned toward him with a confused expression. Zumi spoke first, “Did you become a student without knowing anything about Niflenia Academy?” “For the last time, I’ve told you that I’m not well-versed in magic.” Kane tugged his earlobe. “I do know that it’s an elite magic school, the best one in this kingdom. That’s why I applied to this school.” “Well, one of the main reasons why it’s the best is that library.” Brian pointed at the grand architecture. Six arcs were erected near the towering door. Right in front of them, a marble statue of the first headmaster stood vigilantly, holding a tome while gazing skyward. “It’s full of magic-related books, from the basic to more complex ones. More importantly, you can learn new spells from reading the spell theory books! If you can comprehend them.” “You forgot that it’s completely free of charge for students to borrow any book,” added Zumi. “Oh yeah, the most important part of them all.” He touched his forehead. “What’s the usual price for borrowing them?” asked Kane. Brian rubbed his chin. “Depends on the book. The cheapest is around 500 gold per item while, let’s say, a rank 1 spell theory book would cost 2,000 gold.” “No wonder there are so many people here. I guess they want to borrow rank 1 spell theory books before somebody else does.” Kane nodded. “You’re right.” Zumi then stomped on the ground. “Brian is also right. Geez, we should’ve come here earlier!” “About that…” Athera interjected, wanting to say something. “Yes, Lady Athera?” Brian bowed before getting stomped on the foot. “Ouch! What’s that for?” “Stop being creepy!” yelled Zumi. “Just address her normally.” “You’re rough, Zumi. Can’t you be more gentle like Lady Athera?” said Brian. They proceeded to argue with each other. “Ahem!” Kane coughed. “Ignore them and continue what you want to say, Athera.” Athera’s face turned red. It took a while before she spoke again, “The rank 1 spell theory books are… limited to class S students.” “Seriously!?” Brian was taken aback.“Welp, there goes my chance to learn a rank 1 spell,” said Zumi. “Makes sense. There is a high chance of such an expensive book being stolen if they don’t restrict it,” said Kane. Contrary to what he said, rank 1 items were as inferior as an ant in his eyes. “Still very disappointing…” Zumi uttered a sigh. “Attention everyone!” A gentle yet loud voice entered Kane's ears. It was Reynar. He stood in front of the white ribbon, giving a brief speech. When he finished speaking, he raised the large scissors on his hand and severed the ribbon ties. It ended with a thunderous applause. Not long after, the line started moving at a brisk pace. Reynar’s gaze met Kane. The man flicked his wrist and threw a small, crumpled paper on the ground near where Kane was standing. Kane picked up the paper and opened it. It said, “Meet me in the training ground after you finish your business in the library.” Kane and co entered the royal library, and looked around. It was grand and spacious. Rows of tall bookshelves were lined up neatly. Scents of fresh and old books, along with the brand new furniture blended into one unique smell. Kane felt cool air on his skin even though there were so many people inside. He then noticed one of the temperature-regulation spell formations inside. “What a massive library! We could get lost easily in here so we should stick together,” commented Brian, staring at the painted ceiling at high height. It was filled with murals of runes and depiction of mages. “Since we have different element spell specialization, it would be a waste of time to search in a group. Let's split up and then meet at the entrance after you all finished choosing,” suggested Zumi. “That's a good idea,” said Kane. He was surprised with her leadership skills. “I… I’ll go with Zumi. I want to learn earth spells.” Athera leaned closer to her. Zumi grabbed her shoulder tightly, wrapping Athera around her. “What about you two?” “I will go with Kane, then.” Brian rubbed his nose. “Maybe I can help him pick a spell aside from [Lesser Firebomb]. Though he's already very strong with just that.” Zumi nodded. “He has already beaten a prince after learning that spell. I couldn’t imagine how strong he would be if he learned another spell.” Brian’s eyes bulged. He turned toward the half-oni. “That’s insane! Which prince did you defeat, Kane?" “I… will tell you later while we search for the spell theory book.” Kane walked away from them. --- While strolling, Kane told everything regarding the fight with Calypso and the reason why his mana was high to Brian. At first, he seemed to not believe what he said, but then he gradually trusted his words. “So you’re saying that Calriss is actually the Prodigy Prince Calypso of the Rabrond Kingdom? They both for sure are geniuses in magic.” Kane nodded. “That’s right.” “Why is he hiding his identity? If I were him, I would have flaunted my status as a prince and enjoyed the popularity,” said Brian. “I think he’s too embarrassed to be a class E student. That’s just my opinion, though. He refused to tell me anything about his reason.” “That’s understandable. I guess even a prince still does have shame.” Kane looked upward, reading the sign. “‘Fire element offensive spells… Let’s check this one out.” A lot of people were looking around and searching for books they wanted. They seemed to be upperclassmen based on their height. When Kane looked more carefully, he found out some people were gathering in one particular spot. They were around his age. “So many people! Let’s check other elements first,” suggested Brian. “No. I want to master the fire element first. Learning multiple elements is detrimental for long-term, or so I’ve heard.” said Kane. “That’s true. The more you study on an element, the more you master it; it’s good to be flexible, though. At least that’s what my magic tutor told me back in my home. Wait, how did you know that stuff? I thought you’re new to magic, Kane?” “I know some basic stuff. Do you know The Circle? They committed to sole elementary mastery and are so powerful now because of it, so perhaps I should follow their example.” “The Circle… A group that consists of six legendary mages who have reached the peak of arcane arts. Each of them can easily destroy a city with a single spell, but fortunately they are a rather peaceful bunch,” said Brian. Despite Kane not knowing many things regarding magic, he knew The Circle from before reincarnating. He even battled one of the members once. Kane remembered the fight when he discovered his innate talent and became inspired to copy their way. Not that he knew their training regimen — he would try to find out in this library. “You want to follow their example, so do you want to become one of them, then?” “I never thought about that before. But then again, if there’s a chance of becoming one, I won’t turn it down.” “You say that as if becoming a member of The Circle is easy. Not even the best mage in this country is qualified to become one,” remarked Brian. “I’m just kidding, Brian. Of course, I know how difficult it is.” Kane then pointed at the aisle beside him. “I’m going to check them out. It’s up to you whether you follow me or not.” “Sure, I’ll go,” replied Brian. Kane walked into the long aisle, turning his head left and right. Each of the books was as thick as an adult’s palm and sealed by a magical lock. In spite of the large book collections, it was mostly due to repeating copies of books. The variety was rather limited, though still many. So far, Kane found 11 different spell theory books. None of them caught his interest so he decided to check the crowd while Brian was trying to find a good spell for Kane. The spell was probably the best among this aisle, he thought. He slipped between them, pushing them aside gently, and managed to get a good look at what the spell was. Surprised, Kane uttered, “[Lesser Firebomb]? Why did this spell suddenly become popular?” “I’ll tell you why! Apparently, a student from class E managed to corner the daughter of Habborleigh with this spell only!" A high-spirited boy beside him replied to his question. "We realize that [Lesser Firebomb] holds hidden potential and so we must learn it!” “Huh, didn’t realize that my duel caused this much effect,” said Kane. “My duel?” The boy turned toward Kane. He stepped back and shouted, “Those horns… You're Kane! The master of [Lesser Firebomb] spell!” “Kane is here?”“Where?”“Wow, he's really here!” The crowd turned around and pestered Kane with a barrage of questions. Annoyed by them, he shouted, “Calm down! What do you want from me?” They looked at each other. The boy from before begged, “Please teach us all of [Lesser Firebomb] tricks!” The others cheered in agreement. Kane pondered for a moment until he came up with an answer, “Sure, but it will cost you 120 gold per person for each meeting. I also prefer to teach all of you at once, not privately because I can’t be bothered to visit each one of you. What do you say?” They began to discuss what Kane had said. One of them then asked, “Can’t the price be lower?” The half-oni shook his head. “You want to learn from the very person who invented the trick and you try to bargain? Not a chance.” “Very well. 120 gold then,” they agreed. After discussing the schedule and place of the meeting, Kane left the crowd and approached Brian. Several books were stacked beside him. All of them were picked from this aisle, based on the names of the book. “Well, aren’t you a popular one. It seems you have some fans already,” teased Brian as he poked Kane's shoulder. “I don’t care about them, frankly.” Kane’s eyes darted towards the book stack. “Are you also interested in learning [Lesser Firebomb] tricks, Brian?” “It piqued my interest a little bit. But, I’ll focus on studying lightning first,” he replied. “That’s understandable, I guess. What spells did you pick?” “Let's see…” Brian squinted to read the side of the books. “[Fire Pellets], [Fire Wisp], [Blazing Fence], [Searing Arrow], and [Flaming Hand]. There are many more but these are the most popular unranked fire spells.” “What’s up with the flame-related suffix?” commented Kane. All of those spell names sounded ordinary. “Low-tier spells usually have generic names. Thanks to that, the spells are rather self-explanatory, making it easier to imagine what the spell looks like.” “Yeah, you’re right. I probably don’t need any explanation for [Searing Arrow] and [Flaming Hand]. Anyway, thanks for choosing those for me, Brian. I think we're done here,” said Kane. “No problem. Are you sure you don’t need any support spells?” asked Brian. “I don’t need them now. My mana is too limited for them.” What Kane had said was not entirely the reason. He could simply use vis to support himself and not waste his mana. “Well, whatever floats your boat.” Brian shrugged. “Let’s go to the lightning spell section.”

Everyone in the room left the ballroom in order, thanks to the staff. They were told to find their assigned classrooms, so they headed to the academy complex under the teachers’ guidance. The first structure they saw was a wide four-story building. Colorful flowers and trimmed bushes were planted, surrounding the ivory walls. The group proceeded to enter the building. Inside, there were a couple of narrow staircases leading to the second floor. The teachers ignored them and kept walking straight through the narrow hallway. An alphabet and a number was written on the sign adjacent to the door. As the group passed through the hall, they entered their respective classrooms. Since the classes were arranged in alphabetical order, class E was on the furthest of the hall while also serving as the dead end. The last teacher unlocked the door and entered the classroom, followed by the remaining people. Kane cast his gaze all over the room. The inside was rather large, yet it was still barely enough for the remaining crowd. Rows of plain wooden benches that were connected to the table were placed neatly. Each of them was designed for two people. A wide blackboard hung on the wall, facing the student’s benches. In front of it, there was the teacher’s antique desk with a pile of books stacked on the table. On the left side of Kane, a line of opened windows was built. Through the clear glass, he saw a grey wall from another building and some wild plants. Certainly not the best view, but he wasn’t bothered by these trivial matters. Everyone had chosen their seats. Kane sat on the first row, near the teacher's desk. It was the last empty seat available since all the children had rushed to sit on the back, and he had been too slow to choose. Just when he was about to sit down, a boy with short blonde hair pulled a chair beside Kane and took a seat. He looked around until his curious eyes saw Kane’s horn, and he uttered, “Those horns… Are you an oni?” “A half-oni, actually. Surprised?” asked Kane back. “Of course I’m surprised! I’ve never seen an oni before, let alone a half-oni.” He then plopped on the chair as he spoke in a slightly higher pitch. “Wow, you even speak the common language fluently. Were you born in this city?” “No, I came from a remote oni village called Deven. My father, who was a mercenary, taught me this language,” said Kane. He had expected another reason for his surprise, such as how an oni entered this prestigious magic academy. Perhaps the children around his age were more ignorant. “Mercenary background, huh? Cool. So, what’s your name? I’m Brian Fynderne.” He offered his hand, but then switched it to his left hand when he saw the cast. Kane shook Brian’s hand and replied, “You can call me Kane.” Brian’s brows narrowed. “Kane… I think I know that name from somewhere,” he said, squinting his eyes. “Is that so?” Kane was once again surprised that some random kid knew his name. He doubted that anyone knew the ax saint’s name nowadays after he had fulfilled his goal. So, Kane asked again to be sure, “How did you know that name?” “I remember now. I know that name from the examination result.” At the end of the sentence, Brian's eyes bulged and he shouted, “Wait, if you are Kane, then why are you here in this class E!?” Almost the entire class looked at Kane's seat. Chatters and whispers filled the class. “Kane? The person who aced the exam is here?”“That's impossible. He must at least be in class A.”“That boy over there must be mistaken.” Seeing the current situation, Kane knew that he must do something. He touched Brian's shoulder and said, “Calm down. I'm not that Kane you know. I happen to have the same name as him, so it seems.” When he said that, everyone was back to their own businesses. “Ah, sorry for the misunderstanding.” Brian nodded. “Still, I wonder how you paid for the re-entry fee? It cost 5,000 gold!” “My father amassed a large sum of wealth from his line of work,” lied Kane again. He realized that he’d been lying and hiding secrets constantly that he was tired of it. Right after Kane stopped speaking, a short man with small round glasses spoke, “Good morning. I’m Vauren, your homeroom teacher. Now, let’s check attendance…” He then began the first lesson of the first day: Mathematics. --- *Ding!* *Dong!* The bell tolled at noon, signaling lunch time. Kane stretched his back and uttered a relieved sigh. He had spent most of his study time daydreaming and sleeping, unlike his bench mate, who was writing down every word the teacher said and wrote. Couldn’t be helped since the lessons were utterly boring and useless. Perhaps if they taught lessons involving magic instead, he would’ve paid more attention. The teacher who was called Vauren did not care about his behavior, so that was good for him. Brian then invited Kane to eat together in the cafeteria which he then accepted. As they walked on the outdoor path, Kane realized something. Most of the students here were avoiding him. Not because of fear, but because they were disgusted, mocking him behind his back. The reason was obvious, but Kane didn’t heed to them. As for Brian, he was ignorant of this situation and kept walking as usual. He decided to find out whether Brian knew about this. “Hey, Brian.” “Yeah?” His head turned facing the half oni. “Do you know why people keep avoiding me?” asked Kane. Brian then looked around and pointed at Kane’s torso. “Now that you mention it, I didn’t realize that. Maybe it’s because of your clothes?” “My clothes?” “Yes. I’m sure that’s normal clothes in your village, but it’s very unusual here.” “I see,” said Kane. His benchmate’s answer confirmed his thought. *Thud* A large male student appeared from the corner and bumped against Kane and Brian’s shoulder by passing between them. The force caused Brian to fall and slide on the cold marble floor while Kane remained unaffected despite his injured shoulder. The culprit turned around and stared down the two. “Don’t you two have eyes!? Pay attention while you walk!” he yelled. His loud voice attracted many people around. Brian simply sat there. He opened his mouth to speak yet nothing but a stutter came out. Seeing how pitiful his bench mate was, Kane reached his hand toward Brian. “Are you alright?” Brian looked at Kane and grabbed his hand, standing up. “Err, Kane, I don't think it's a good idea to ignore him,” he whispered. “Why is that?” Brian gulped and said, “I mean, look at him. He already wore this school’s uniform, which means he’s our senior. So…” “We shouldn’t disrespect him. Is that what you’re saying?” Brian nodded. “Exactly, and those guys coming towards us are probably his friends.” He glanced at three people who were as fit as the large guy. They even shared the same expression. “We should run quickly!” While the two were discussing in whispers, the large guy stomped the ground. “You dare ignore me? Looks like these two need to be taught a lesson, guys.” He then made a hand gesture toward the three people. They encircled Kane and Brian and blocked their possible exit paths. “We’re surrounded!” Brian shouted, walking backward until his back met Kane's. Meanwhile, Kane was silent, assessing the situation. He glanced over the crowd. In just a short time, many people had gathered to watch them. As for the seniors, they were rather muscular, which was rare among magic practitioners. Why was that? He figured the answer when he saw a sheathed sword hanging on their hip. Magic swordsman… so this school taught that specialization. No wonder they intimidate other people since they’re confident in their raw strength. The victim also can’t use magic in the school ground due to the rules. Kane knew some of the school rules from when he had heard the speech. Even if the victim used magic, they would be punished. It was weird for a magic academy to not allow the students to use magic in public spaces. Apparently, the reason was to prevent chaos and misconduct. After pondering for a moment, he then said in a calm tone, “Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves? Picking on freshmen like this is embarrassing, you know. Especially to an injured person like me.” Kane wanted to beat them up so badly, but at the same time, he wanted to know the reason why they were doing this—other than the classic asserting dominance, of course. “Oh? You sure have the guts to talk back, half-blood bumpkin. For the last time, I just want you to apologize, do you understand? Then I’ll let you go if your apology is good enough. Heheheh...” he and his friends laughed. Brian then looked at Kane anxiously and whispered, “Let’s just apologize, Kane. I don’t think it is wise to anger them.” However, Kane dismissed the suggestion and instead said, “Yeah, sure. And then you’ll say an apology isn’t enough and want us to grovel or lick your shoe, right? I know how your kind operates and I must decline.” The large guy’s face contorted until his veins became more visible. “Ha! Looks like we can skip to the beating part then.” “Stop right there!” A female voice was heard out of nowhere just as his hand reached Kane’s neck. It came from a tall, slender girl. She wore an azure capelet that had a Niflenia school emblem on her left bosom. It covered her neck while leaving her school uniform uncovered. Her tied black hair jiggled as she approached the large guy while the crowd gave her way. Behind her were two guys dressed neatly. They were following her and made themselves small. Judging from the crowd’s reaction, the girl was somewhat famous as they kept mentioning her name. “Look, Sharon is here. As beautiful as usual.”“Damn, I wanted to see that oni get beaten. Oh well, at least I can see one of the class S elites.”“Ah, I can finally see her directly.” As soon as she shouted, the large guy immediately halted his action. His friends also did the same. Sharon then said, “What are you doing?” “Crap, it’s the president,” said the large guy under his breath. With a forced smile, he replied, “Nothing, Sharon. We’re just getting to know each other.” She then looked over Kane and Brian. “Is that true?” “No!” they both answered at the same time. She looked back at the large guy group and said, “This is the last time I’ve warned you, Will. If I see you’re bullying freshmen again, I’ll report you and your friends to the Vice Headmaster.” Their faces immediately turned sour, and they ran away in silence. “Show’s over everyone! Now, please disperse!” Sharon clapped her hands. The crowd slowly returned to their usual activity. They were praising her in whispers. Brian approached her and bowed. “T-thank you for saving us, senior!” “You’re most welcome,” she replied with a beaming smile. “Be more careful and avoid every delinquent. They usually like to bully freshmen and make them do errands. Do you understand?” “Yes!” he shouted. “Good.” Sharon nodded. “Ah, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sharon Cidermont. What’s yours?” “Brian Fynderne. Pleased to meet a beautiful lady such as yourself.” He bowed. “My, a sweet talker, aren’t you?” She giggled and switched her gaze to Kane. “And what is yours?” “It’s Kane,” he blandly replied. His eyes were darting around the surroundings while standing still. “Kane and Brian, hm? I will remember both of you. Anyways, first-years like you two should avoid passing through here since it’s the senior’s building. Please be more careful.” She then turned facing Kane. “Especially you, Kane. I look forward to seeing how you fare in this school. Don’t attract more attention than you have now.” “Got it.” Kane nodded. “Now excuse me, I have an important matter to attend. Please enjoy this wonderful school.” She bid goodbye and left. “Wow, what a beautiful and cool senior!” praised Brian. “Don’t you agree, Kane?” “She’s sure pretty…” Kane dragged his voice. “What’s the matter? You didn’t sound very happy.” “That’s because we were being used by her,” said Kane, finally looking into Brian’s eyes. “What?”

Upon arriving at the front gate, an urchin approached Kane. Definitely not a Niflenia student. He wore a worn flat cap and was carrying a leather mailbag strapped on his shoulder. Looking at the half-oni up and down, the boy asked, “Are ya Kane Foxsnove?” “I am. Is there a letter for me?” he asked back. “Two, actually.” The urchin courier handed both envelopes. “Here ya go.” “Mn.” Kane received them and then tossed the coin worth 10 gold from Salev. “Catch.” “Whoa! Thanks very much!” His eyes sparkled. “Yeah, yeah. Now, go. I’m in a hurry here.” Kane waved away to dismiss him. “Y-yessir!” The urchin courier ran away while caressing the coin and grinning. Kane checked the senders; they were from Ezar, his current father, and Bokar, the oni demon hunter on vacation. Faster than he expected since he had sent a letter to them around a week ago. Tucking them under his clothes, Kane resumed his journey toward the royal library. --- Liana was sitting down at the dining table under the roof of the house on top of Niflenia’s library. Humming a song, she was drawing with her charcoal pencil on a large piece of paper. While she may not be the best singer in the world, her soothing voice made the worst tune sound dulcet to anyone. When she looked outside, she stood up and approached the sole house entrance. Opening the door, she said, “Kane? Is that you? You always surprised me with your visit.” “I want to borrow your magic circle drawing. I know it’s very late, so I won’t stay here too long” said Kane. He traveled here directly from the blacksmith. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind at all.” Liana then welcomed him. Kane cast his gaze around to his surroundings. The golden magic chandelier, which was fueled by mana stones, lit the whole room and painted the room with warm color. The crackling flame was burning in the fireplace arranged from bricks, radiating a pleasant heat. “Were you drawing something?” “Uh, yeah. It’s kinda bad, though,” Liana hid her hands behind her back, coying. Kane peered closer at the scribbles, it was a drawing of the campus from a bird’s point of view in the morning, judging from the sun’s position. Students were flocking toward the education building and each of them had a different face and hair. However, not all buildings were present due to the drawing left unfinished. “Yours is better than mine, that’s for sure,” he remarked. “Really? Thank you, Kane.” Liana grinned. “Anyway, I’ve stored the paper in my room. Wait for me, okay?” She hurried to her bedroom. While waiting for her, he inspected the room once again. On the corner, he saw three small, dusty framed portraits with a respective name on the bottom. From left to right: Edward C. Niflenia, a middle-aged man with a big curly mustache and short light blonde hair; Yvonne Niflenia, a graceful-looking young woman with long red hair; and lastly, Nataliana C. Niflenia. Ahe was the girl herself except much younger than she was now. In this portrait, she was around 4 or 5 years old. “Are they Liana’s parents? Seems like it. But, their last names are the same as this academy. Could it be…?” “Found it!” Liana shouted as she left the room. “Ah! Don’t look!” “What’s wrong?” asked Kane. “It’s embarrassing.” Her cheeks turned red beet. “I look so silly in that picture.” “Are they your parents?” Liana’s face turned somber in an instant. “Yeah, but I don’t want to talk about it.” “Alright, I won’t either.” Kane too found it difficult to talk about sensitive topics, so he wouldn’t do it to others. Besides, he could guess her parents’ background without her explanations. “Anyway, the paper.” “Oh, here you go.” “Thanks.” As soon as she handed him the scribble, water droplets drizzled outside. It only took a moment before it became heavy rain. “Damn, it’s raining outside. I can’t go back to the dorm without ruining the paper,” lamented Kane. He couldn’t help but think that the lords intentionally prevented him from leaving. “You can wait here until it stops raining. Make yourself home.” “I’ll excuse myself, then.” Sitting on the couch and facing the fireplace, Kane opened the letter from his father first. The content was about his current health, condition, some mundane events in the village, and several questions regarding Kane's situation. Reading his father’s concern was somewhat touching, albeit it wasn’t that important. He still appreciated it, though. Next, he read Bokar’s letter — the letter he had been waiting for. --- Dear Kane, the greatest ax saint and weaponsmith alive, First of all, many, many thanks for your lessons in smithing. They have tremendously helped my financial situation; I was able to live comfortably and lavishly. Your vis teachings also have increased my strengths by two folds. I have much information regarding the demon’s feather you’ve asked for. They are referred to as ‘Black Feathers’ by most people. Lots of feathers have scattered in this continent, Colvanza, and many organizations have been vying for them. Devilsbane, the demon hunter organization which I belong to, is one of them. We’ve amassed quite a number of them, but unfortunately, I can’t tell you the exact amount. You might be asking yourself: what’s the big deal with those feathers? We’re still researching their properties, and they’re currently unknown to us — including whether they’re able to pinpoint Xervatia’s location or not, but it should be possible according to our engineers. We do know, however, that some factions are more relentless than others to possess those. I’ll send you another letter when I have more important news. Our current mission is to secure all Black Demon Feathers to prevent them from being misused by others. I think it’d be best for you to join Devilsbane and collect as many feathers as you can together with our allies. I know you’re currently busy as a mage student, so consider that only after you’ve graduated. By the time you read this letter, I’m on my way to Fort Harkensburg, the headquarters of Devilsbane, south-east of Rabrond. My expertise is urgently needed there. Also, the location is not hidden nor classified, so come visit when you have time! Best regards,Bokar P.S. Don’t neglect to practice the demon’s language I’ve taught! You’re barely fluent at it. Oh yeah, I hope you remember all of my lessons about the demon race. In case you forgot, your school’s library must’ve at least a book about them. P.S.S. Your ‘father’ was seriously worried about you. He kept asking about you over and over again. Every. Single. Day. It drove me crazy and probably one of the reasons why I left Deven. Please visit him sometimes. P.S.S.S. I almost forgot to tell you that I am focusing on crafting armors and shields now since there’s a lot of demand for those lately. Besides, there’s no way I can catch up with your weaponsmithing skill. If you need protection, I can make some for you free of charge and without delivery fee! Consider this as my gratitude. Just let me know in your next letter. --- It took almost half an hour to read Bokar’s letter. Kane had gained so much information, it was difficult to process it. He initially believed that while the feather was important, it shouldn’t have drawn too much attention. Now, he had to race against time. Kane hoped that no organization hadn’t discovered Black Feather’s whereabouts in this academy. Especially the church in which Aureus used to be their leader. That would be troublesome. Meanwhile, Liana was busy drawing. The drizzle on the outside filled the silence between the two. As time passed by, Kane had a sudden realization: why is the rain not stopping yet? Based on his internal clock, it has been three hours since he was stuck in Liana’s house. If this goes by, he had no choice except to push through the rain without the paper. “Liana, it’s getting late. I think I should return to my dorm,” said Kane. “But, it’s still raining!” “It’s okay. A mere rain like this won’t stop me-” “No way! What if you get sick!? Can you even find your way in the dark?” argued Liana. Kane uttered a defeated sigh. “...you have a point. I’ll spend a night here, I guess.” “That’s the spirit!” Liana nodded fervently and entered her bedroom. “Come here, Kane!” Kane raised his brows. For some reason, Liana became more excited than usual. Not expecting anything, he followed her. She probably needed a hand to bring a blanket for him to sleep in the living room. The bedroom was quite dark until Liana lit up a few magic candles with a simple chant. The first few things he noticed were how almost everything was white… and messy. Many kinds of stuffed animals cluttered up the floor. The white sheet was spread across the queen-sized bed. It was a rather refreshing sight when compared to his dorm room. Stepping on the wool carpet, together they approached toward the bed. Liana then tucked into the blanket. Seeing this, Kane pointed at her and asked, “So… you’re not gonna give me that?” “For what? You’ll be sleeping here anyway,” she said nonchalantly. “Come again?” “We’ll sleep together!” Blinking his eyes twice, Kane was at a loss for words because he couldn’t process her way of thinking. “Uhh… thanks for the offer, but I’ll just sleep on the couch.” “No!” she shouted. “Don’t go anywhere, please… To be honest, I never have someone to sleep with except with my dolls. Not even my parents.” “So, what you’re trying to say is…” “Please don’t make me lonely for the first time,” Liana begged with her teary eyes. Kane was silent, mulling over his choice. While he didn’t want to feel guilty for taking advantage of her, this was also a golden opportunity to sleep with a girl. Finished deciding, he then began removing his shirt. “Why are you suddenly taking your clothes off?” asked Liana, tilting her head. “I’m preparing to sleep,” replied Kane thoughtlessly. “So, you’re going to sleep here? That’s great!” She became ecstatic. “Why are you doing that then?” “It’s more comfortable this way,” said Kane. He stopped after removing his pants, unlike the usual; a sudden realization hit him. He shouldn’t have said that. “Is that so? I’ll try that too!” she said enthusiastically as she pulled up her gown. “Wait, you don’t have to-” By the time Kane knew his mistake, it was already too late. His eyes feasted on Liana’s supple breasts that jiggle upon undressing. Although the white bras covered the pairs, he could determine that they probably could fit in his palms. Looking slightly below, her flat stomach and curved hips were alluring to see despite nothing out of ordinary. The rest of her body was blocked by the bed, until she put her thigh on the mattress, revealing the white underwear. “Umm, should I remove the rest, Kane? It’s kinda cold.” “No! You don’t have to!” shouted Kane. He turned away yet his eyes weren’t. “Okay then.” Liana then hopped underneath the blanket, tucked in. “Come over here!” Slowly, he did the same. Both Liana and he were covered underneath the same blanket with some space between them. The bed and the pillow were soft, akin to a jelly. “You’re right, Kane! It’s really comfy!” exclaimed Liana as she faced him. “That’s great…” Kane turned his face away and shut his eyes. The heavy rainstorm persisted even after a long time had passed. Loud, it might be, however, that was not the reason why Kane couldn’t sleep. Dirty thoughts kept plaguing his mind as his heart was beating uncontrollably fast. He had to restrain himself, otherwise, an undesirable outcome would occur. Kane had a fair share of experience with various women in one bed during his previous life, yet a mere young girl like Liana abashed him. How perplexing. Perhaps because it had been a long time since he had embraced a woman. After all, a saint had to let go of worldly desires to break one’s limit and achieve enlightenment… most of the time. He then rolled his body rightward to face Liana. She was sleeping soundly as her mouth gaped a little. “Thinking about her would only deprive me of getting sleep. I should plan for the future instead” He rolled back to his previous position. Now that he owned a workshop, he could smith a new weapon. The usual one would serve him very little due to his current body. Rather, he had to smith a magic weapon — a weapon that utilizes mana instead of vis, pretty much had the same function as staves and wands. They were popular among magic swordsmen and battle mages, due to the high viability in close-quarter combat. However, they were also inferior to normal weapons in the same rank due to the type of ore that magic weapons used, granted they fetched for a much higher price. Compared to ordinary steel, they were much softer and thus not as durable. It wasn’t much of a concern since mages were rarely engaging in close quarters anyway. Some had attempted to fix the issues by casting the ore and other materials into a special alloy. They did manage to produce a strong, durable alloy albeit severely reduced mana conductivity, causing the user to spend more mana than using a magic staff or wand. No blacksmiths could do anything about it, not even the Valvaris, as far as he knew. Except for Kane. All that left is he had to gather or buy the required materials and free time. The perfect time to do that would be after the end-of-semester exam. Without realizing it, he fell asleep. --- “Ugh, is it morning already?” grumbled Kane as he slowly opened his eyes. The heavy rainstorm had ceased, though the sun had yet to appear, judging from the lack of the sound and sunlight. The usual time for him to wake up. When he was about to get up, something soft and heavy prevented him from moving. “Don’t tell me…” His suspicion was true. Liana’s bosom pressed against his arm while she was hugging it. Her messy hair draped all over his stomach. “This girl… Why is she so careless? She’s several years older than my current body and yet she doesn’t act like one,” muttered Kane. Her behavior kept baffling him. After he finished monologuing, Liana opened her eyes. Wrapping around Kane’s arm, she said, “Mmh… Kane? Did you stay awake all night?” “I just woke up a while ago.” Kane then tried to pull his right arm away from her; it didn’t budge. “Could you… let go of me?” he asked, scratching his nose. “Ah! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hug you like that,” apologized Liana. She immediately released her clutch and backed away. “I’m not saying that I hated it but… nevermind.” Kane cleared his throat. “Could you activate the portal, please?” “Eh? It’s still very early in the morning,” said Liana. “I want to do some daily exercises,” he replied. “Okay, then.” As Kane got dressed, Liana called, “Kane?” “Yes?” “Let's sleep together again next time!” she suggested. “Uhh…” Kane hesitated to answer. It sounded wrong, but he understood that Liana didn’t mean that. “Alright, I’ll sleep with you sometimes. If I have free time.” “Great! I’ll be waiting for you!” Liana grinned ear to ear. After Kane teleported into the storage room, he went to his dorm without encountering anyone. In his dorm room, Calypso was sleeping soundly, which was to be expected. Kane began his daily exercise.

Shrouded in darkness, a slender figure stood on the roof of a three-story building in the stormy night. The southwest side of Niflenia Magic Academy was merely a few dozen steps from him. Water droplets coursed through their besprent long hair as the violent wind blew against him. He peered upon the darkness below, where a guard was patrolling along the fence. The moment the guard vanished from the view, he plunged toward the ground and landed with both feet, producing a soft splash. The figure dashed forward at breakneck speed toward the tall brick fence. He hopped through the obstacle with ease. Navigating through the complex, he sprinted without stopping. The storm masked his footsteps, allowing him to relax even when a guard was nearby. In under a minute, he reached the main building unimpeded. The large ivory double door, however, barred the figure from accessing the reception hall. Thus, he conjured a dark sphere and obliterated the door into smithereens. The drenched figure intruded the grand room, ascended the staircase, and skulked to the 4th-floor hallway, leaving wet footprints behind on the carpet. His delicate hand ran across the wall and doors before stopping at a particular door — the Vice Headmaster office. That door too suffered the same fate. It merely took a second for the figure to find what he wanted despite the lack of light. He snatched the tube that contained a black feather sitting on one of the shelves and left the office. “Is someone there?” The voice of one of the male guards echoed in the hallway, not too far from the thief. Hiding from the man, the figure retreated into the room once more. The guard immediately hastened his pace and chased after him, before hearing the glass shattering in between the rainfall. When the man entered the office, the mysterious figure was nowhere to be seen. The only evidence they left behind was the broken shards of the window. Stretching out his neck, he could find nothing but darkness and rain. Seeing anything in the dark was already hard enough, let alone looking for a person. Wherever the mysterious figure had gone, he had accomplished his objective. --- As the storm passed by, the morning star showed itself. Students were flocking to the education building while lamenting at the ubiquitous water puddles. Afraid of wetting their expensive shoes, they deliberately avoided those by walking around them. They all did this except for one student. “Kane, don’t step on the puddles! Otherwise, you’ll wet your feet,” warned Brian, who was walking side by side with the half-oni. “They’re just some water after the rain. What’s to be afraid of?” said Kane as he trod on the puddles. In the past, he’d had to trudge through the marshy swamp, sprawled in the mud, and many more in his experiences of traversing other difficult terrains. Water puddles were nothing compared to what Kane had gone through. Brian uttered a defeated sigh. “Fine. Just don’t forget to dry your shoes before entering the classroom.” Then, a boy with a glistening silver hair spoke from behind. “Your attempt is futile, Brian. A stubborn savage such as him cannot be persuaded by words. I have learned that the hard way,” remarked Calypso. “To my defense, you almost never give me reasonable explanations,” retorted Kane as he turned his head around. “So, common courtesy isn’t reasonable enough for you?” “No, but shouting angrily isn’t.” “Can you two stop fighting every morning?” complained Brian. Since the aftermath of the duel, Kane, Brian, and Calypso had been walking to the classroom together. They were in the same classroom and dorm after all. Notwithstanding, the relationship between Kane and Calypso had never improved. “Heh, we don’t actually fight as if we’re enemies. Isn’t that right, Cal?” “Do not address my name so casually.” Calypso turned his face away, pouting. “How did I get stuck between these two geniuses…?” Brian uttered a sigh. “Anyway, where have you been last night, Kane?” “I was visiting a friend’s house, but I had to spend a night there because of the heavy rain.” “Oh? You have a friend outside of your small friend circle? That’s new,” mocked Calypso. “Says the guy who ate his lunch alone yesterday,” Kane replied. “Ugh…” “So, who’s your friend? Is he from our class?” asked Brian. “No, she’s an upperclassman. A few years ahead of us.” “Wait a minute. Did you just say ‘she’?” asked Calypso. “Well, because she's a girl. Why else?” “You slept together with a girl!?” “Hold on, Prince Calypso. Kane could be sleeping separately. In her brother’s room, maybe. Isn't that right?” “Err… yeah, you’re right, Brian.” Kane scratched his temple. “How could I sleep together with a girl I have met for a short time in one room?” “See? I told you. Kane isn't a kind of guy who plays with girls." Calypso squinted his eyes, staring at Kane with full of suspicion. Brian then spotted many students crowding the main building. Bringing out a new topic, he asked, “Hey, what’s happening there?” “Such a trivial event,” said Calypso. “I bet Kane too does not care—” “Let’s check it out.” Kane led ahead. Normally, he wouldn’t care about something like that, but he had a bad feeling for some reason. Brian followed Kane immediately while Calypso hesitated at first before joining them. Although the crowd was blocking the passage to the main building, Kane and co immediately understood what was going on. The large ivory double door was destroyed, judging from the remaining wooden shards around the edges. Upon a closer look, some mages who were wearing the Niflenia’s blue robe were ‘guiding’ the students to not dawdle on the scene. They were blocking the entry into the building. “Did someone break into the main building?” asked one of the bystander students. “It appears so. Can’t imagine why a thief would do that. There’s nothing valuable since there’s mostly just papers,” replied another. “Don’t tell me…!” Kane forced his way into the crowd, followed by Brian and Calypso. Brian apologized as he passed through while Calypso kept his hands tucked under his trousers pockets. Arriving at the front of the entrance, Kane stared at the white wood splinters. “Perhaps the culprit cast rank 3 magic. I can sense a faint trace of mana lingering in the vicinity,” commented Calypso. Somehow he read Kane’s mind — or it was merely a coincidence. “Me too.” agreed Brian.“So the thief was a mage? I wonder if he or she had a grudge against our academy. What do you think, Kane?” “I…” Kane gritted his teeth, clenching his fist. “No matter the reason, that thief must’ve stolen that. Definitely.” “That?” Both asked in unison. Ignoring them, Kane then shouted at one of the mages guarding the entrance. “Hey, you! Do you know where the vice-headmaster is?” The mage twitched. His thick brows curved downward and he cast a hostile gaze. He then shouted back, “Watch your mouth, brat! It’s an esteemed mage you’re talking to! Now, move along before I cast a spell on you.” “Where. Is. Reynar!?” pressed Kane. “This brat…” The mage began chanting a spell. However, he stopped when one of his colleagues tapped his shoulder and whispered, “Let him in.” Perplexed, the mage asked back, “Seriously!? Why?” His friend leaned closer and said something inaudible to his ear. A few moments later, the mage’s face changed into a stiff smile. “Very well. You may enter through the backdoor on the west side. Sir Reynar is waiting for you.” “Thanks.” Kane then turned around, looking at both Brian and Calypso. “You two should go first. I’ll probably be here for a while. Later!” He hurried off. --- Kane accessed the building through the door that connected to the staff room. It was rather obscure, and there were no students there. He ran towards Reynar’s office, and upon arriving, he saw Reynar standing in front of the destroyed door. The vice-headmaster was staring at the shelf where the demonic feather used to be. His fingertips were rubbing the wooden surface of the shelf. It took some time before he turned his head around to look. “Morning, Kane. You appear to be lively today,” greeted Reynar with a somber tone. “Cut the bullcrap. Is the feather gone?” Kane’s eyes burned with fury as his blood rushed to his head. “Yes. Regrettably.” “I knew it!” Kane turned away and punched a nearby wall before facing Reynar again. His face contorted. He then took a deep breath and let it out with a long sigh. Unleashing his anger and blaming Reynar for being careless wouldn’t do anything good to anyone. And thus, he calmed himself before asking, “Why didn’t you store it somewhere safe? Isn’t there some kind of spell to prevent intruders?” “Allow me to explain. Niflenia Academy indeed has a security measure — a gigantic barrier that envelops the entire complex. No matter how stealthy, any intruder or spellcasting can be detected. It is exclusively activated at night time to curb the mana stones consumption. Nevertheless, the thief managed to breach in despite the barrier being equivalent to a rank 5 spell.” Kan was silent for a moment, absorbing the information. “When did this happen and what’s their intention?” “The thief infiltrated the building after midnight. Based on the footprints and the fact that no other objects went missing, they had no intention other than stealing the feather.” “They must have known beforehand. But, how?” “To be frank, I have no concrete answer yet. No one should know since I have been keeping it secret… unless someone exposed it. I take it you did not do that, did you?” “Of course, not! I get why you’re doubting me, but I’m not that dirty. Besides, I’ve been focusing my time studying magic,” argued Kane. “Then, another possibility is a spy lurking on this academy’s grounds. They appear to have lived here long enough to memorize the complex. In addition, they know the truth regarding the demon’s feather.” “So, the thief is a student or a teacher here?” “That is my conclusion.” “In other words, everyone here could be the culprit.” Kane clicked his tongue. “Indeed. In that case, I have a proposal for you. Would you like to hear it?” asked Reynar. Kane then leaned against the wall. “It better be good.” “I shall gather information regarding the culprit. Until the perfect opportunity arrives, wait for my instruction, and do not act rashly.” Reynar walked to his desk and plopped onto his chair. Kane nodded. “Fine by me. I just hope that the thief hasn’t gone away yet.” “Do not be worried. I can easily examine today’s absent students.” He tapped the stack of papers. Right after he said that, the bell tolled twice, indicating that class had begun. “See you soon, Kane. I will find them as quickly as possible since this is my fault, to begin with.” “Right. Goodbye.” Kane slouched toward the door. As his only clue to Xervatia had gone missing, questions kept popping into his mind. What if Reynar was unable to find the thief? Will there be other feathers left? What was the reason for the thief to steal it? When Kane stepped outside of the hallway, he saw a ginger-haired woman standing beside the hallway entrance and crossing her arms. She was clad in a black mage robe that covered her entire body, decorated with eerie skull necklaces and rings as though she belonged to an evil cult. Her shut eyelids opened, revealing a pair of dark blue pupils that seemed glowing in the dim corridor. She gazed at him from her superior height and said with a hoarse voice, “It’s been a while, Kane Foxsnove.” “You’re…” Kane trailed off. She looked familiar, yet he couldn’t quite put his finger around it. “Teresa. Your observer back in the second exam entrance.” “Ah, it’s you. The one who interrupted my fight against Calypso and made those stupid rules,” said Kane coldly. She cleared her throat. “Let’s put that aside for now. I’m here to give you a warning.” “What is it?” Kane hoped it was not related to his education as he had not been performing too well. “Give up on finding that feather.”

“What is that?” Zumi asked. The four-meter-male-tall humanoid monster captured her eyes. His bare huge belly, limbs, and even its proportion were similar to a human, except for his grotesque face. He had three vertical large eyes and a mouth dripping with green saliva. “That’s called Riese, and it’s not an ordinary creature. It’s a rank 2 monster! Although their kind is usually peaceful when unprovoked.” “Crap, you’re right. I’ve read about him before.” She shuddered. “I’m not an easily scared type but I don’t want to go near that thing, let alone fight him.” “Let’s assess the situation by observing it from a distance,” Kane gave his opinion. “K-K-Kane? C-can you… p-put me… down first?” Athera sounded. Her hands were still covering her face. “Ah! That’s right, Kane. Put her down, now!” Zumi shouted. “Okay, fine.” Kane lowered his arms until Athera managed to stand up. She immediately ran and hid behind nearby tall grasses, planting her face on the ground. When Kane approached her, she would run again and proceeded to do the same act. “Have you turned into a cat or something?” Kane raised his eyebrow. “It’s your fault Thera’s like that!” “Whatever, I’ll just take a closer look. You two must not stray too far from me.” Kane turned around and moved toward the riese. Zumi pouted when she saw his reaction. She then pulled Athera’s hand, and they followed Kane together. The three had a clear vision of what was happening between the riese and the participants. Roughly 30 of them were throwing many kinds of spells at the monster. However, the riese kept walking without care. Whatever spells they cast, his seemingly impenetrable blue pale skin brushed them off. “It’s no use! Our spells don’t work!” a boy with short blonde hair shouted. “Don’t give up, y’all! We’ll bring him down no matter what! And we can brag about this achievement!” a fat boy wore tattered noble clothing cheered. A moment later, more people joined the crowd. Some also chose to observe like Kane’s group or just ignored it. “Come and join us, people! The merrier, the better! If you land the final blow at that thing, its mana core is yours!” shouted the fatty. “Really!?”“With about 50 people, we should be able to defeat it right?“Let’s join them!” Many observers chose to go closer to the riese and joined the attack. Zumi looked at Kane and asked, “Should we join them too? I mean with that number, I think we can win.” “Naive,” Kane uttered. “!” “Unranked spells won’t have much effect on any rank 2 monster, especially a riese. They have natural magic resistance so any spell below rank 2 is the same as being tickled,” he explained. “And those brats attack recklessly without any brain whatsoever,” Kane said inwardly. “Wow, you know a lot about monsters. Are your parents an adventurer or maybe a hunter?” “Sort of,” said Kane. It was a lie to hide the fact he had fought myriad battles with diverse monsters. Not that he abhorred them, but mostly, the battles were unintentional and unavoidable. “So what’s our next move, oh mighty Kane, the bane of monsters?” Kane only rolled his eyes and decided to ignore the moniker. “We wait for the riese to be provoked.” “Isn’t that dangerous? And we should warn them,” asked her again. “Doesn’t matter because it’ll create many opportunities, you’ll see. You can go ahead tell them, but I don’t think they’ll stop attacking it.” He put a small grin. Zumi opened her mouth but then chose to close it and stopped asking more questions. She and Athera continue to watch. “It’s futile!”“No, we have scratched his skin! See!?” The fatty pointed at the riese’s right thigh. It had a tiny discernible line. --- “Come on!” A blonde girl with short stature shouted in the middle of the crowd. A blue magic circle appeared on her palm as she chanted. “Take this, you ugly giant! Water Jet!” A liquid burst forth with high velocity. It spiraled and shaped like a sharp dome. However, it missed the chest; instead, it turned upward. “Ah, I forgot to aim! Wait...” she said while watching where the spell went. The water hit the riese’s left eye directly . “Graaa…” the riese cried. He bent down and covered his grazed eye. Opening his mouth, his green saliva drooled and touched the ground. The crowd cheered and the fatty screamed, “His weakness is his eyes! Go for it!” Each time the spells hit the riese’s eyes, he staggered a little, which made the crowd roared in excitement. He then opened his large mouth, inhaling air. “Cover your ears and run,” said Kane out of the blue. “What? I can’t hear you because of the noise,” asked Zumi. Athera who had been watching far from Kane crawled to be a little bit closer. “I said, COVER YOUR EARS, NOW!!” Kane yelled at the top of his lungs. He immediately plugged both of his ear holes and ran away. “GRAAAAA!!!!” The riese let out a high-pitched shriek, facing the sky. Grasses and leaves fluttered in an orderly manner. Some of the crowds managed to cover their ears when the riese opened its mouth, while others weren’t so fortunate. The shriek shattered their eardrums and burst their lungs and heart. They died instantly while standing, including the fatty. “R-run!” The remaining crowds were dispersing but the riese wouldn’t stand still. He chased the nearby small group and then smashed them with brutal strength. Just like that, a crater appeared and the ground quaked. Their remains got stuck on his fist. Not stopping there, the riese moved to other nearby participants and gave them a lethal stomp. His bloodshot eyes brimmed with hatred, hellbent on killing any human in his sight. Zumi and Athera released their fingers from their ear holes. They gaped, frozen, watching the horrors unfold in front of them. “Hey!” Kane called from behind. His word awoke the two. “Are you two alright?” “They… they are actually still alive, right? Please tell me this is just an illusion…” Zumi put a hollow smile. “Ah… ah…” Tears rolled down from Athera’s eyes. “Right, they’re just 13, still young and pure. There’s no way they’ll be fine after seeing this. Still, I had no idea that riese has a sound-based attack. Could it be because of a phenomenon similar to the previous slimes before?” Kane kneaded his temples. He wanted to think more but he realized there was little time for that. Kane then patted Zumi’s soft cheeks repeatedly until she said, “W-what are you doing!?” She snapped out. “Stop touching my face…” “Listen carefully!” Kane’s expression became solemn. “They’re all dead. Try not to look at them. I have an important task for you. Give me a nod if you understand!” Zumi nodded. Kane then continued talking, “Take care of yourself and Athera from any danger. It’s likely for other monsters and beasts to come because of the smell of blood. In the meantime, I’m going to kill the riese. Get all of that?” “You’re joking, right?” asked Zumi in disbelief. “Do you have a death wish?” “I’m dead serious and quite confident I can take that thing down.” Kane glanced behind. The riese was heading towards his direction, fast. “Don’t come to help me unless I get heavily injured!” Finished talking, he then charged at the riese. Kane grabbed his hidden tomahawk. He threw away the fabric, revealing the polished ax head. A faint yet fierce aura surrounded the weapon. The riese noticed the approaching enemy. He let out a war cry, not as loud as the shriek, and punched the ground where Kane was at. However, the punch missed because the half oni jumped right in time. While in the air, he slashed the monster’s wrist, leaving a long, shallow cut, then raced towards the mountains. The riese hunted him down. Every step the monster took caused a mini earthquake. --- Zumi watched the fight between Kane and the riese. She clenched her sweaty palm and placed it on her folded lip. “Please don’t die, Kane,” she muttered. Looking back at the direction where the corpses were, she covered her mouth and averted her gaze from the bodies. The pungent stench of blood and guts made her insides rise. Despite that, Zumi was able to swallow them. Worried about her friend, she looked at Athera, only to find the elf was puking non-stop until Zumi approached her. “Thera…” “Uhuk! I’m fine. I want to rest… for a while,” begged Athera, sitting in a cross-legged position. Her eyes were red and moist. Zumi recalled the half-oni’s instruction to guard Athera. So she grabbed the elf’s hand and said, “Let’s rest somewhere else. It will be dangerous around here.” Athera gave a silent nod and her hand was pulled up to help her stand. They walked away from the scene. Behind them, three shadows lurked in the grass, observing from a distance. --- “Graa!!” The riese chopped low using his hand. It barely missed Kane. Feeling that he had run far enough, Kane turned around and dashed toward his enemy. The riese lifted his foot for a stomp attack. This, however, gave a window for Kane to attack. Holding the ax with both hands, he jumped and swung it at the kneecap. The crimson light, engulfed in vis, flashed as the ax moved. When it pierced the skin, it produced a bone splintering sound. The riese immediately kneeled and let out a pained cry. Kane pulled out the ax and landed. “!!” The riese caught Kane while in midair. He tried to escape by relying upon his free left arm, but it was futile. The clutch became stronger, crushing Kane’s bones. His right arm and his ribs began to crack. Suddenly, an explosion occurred that was coming from Kane, causing the riese to loosen the grasp. The explosion was actually one of Kane’s vis techniques. By releasing a considerable amount of vis all over the body, he created an aura burst. It was common among vis users and typically used when in a pinch. It was indeed useful albeit having a delayed time and costing more than a half of Kane’s vis. He had already used 25 percent of them for the previous attack. Just right when Kane landed, he dashed toward the riese. It tried to grab Kane again, but this time, he was able to dodge it by kicking the ground with a bit of vis, quickening his speed. He jumped and attacked the riese’s knee once more. “Graa!!” The riese fell, crashing to the ground. Kane barely avoided being crushed. He stared at the bloodshot giant eyes and pondered what he should do next. The riese could be easily killed by destroying their eyes, but they were also very valuable despite being only a mere rank 2. While Kane was thinking, the riese tried to stand up but failed miserably. His body mass was too heavy to be lifted by his arms. That was why Kane had aimed for the knees. The riese then opened his mouth wide. Knowing what’s coming next, Kane immediately slashed all of the giant’s eyes at once. Blood gushed profusely from the cut. When his life sign was fading and finally dead, his flesh began to melt, leaving only his bones, innards, and the precious material, normal mana core. Kane collapsed, resting his back on the ground. He was panting and rubbed his swollen arm. When the intense pain jolted to his brain, he decided to not touch it again. Despite the injury, Kane was grinning. It was satisfying to beat a powerful opponent. “Kane!” Zumi shouted from afar. She and Athera ran towards him. “What is it? You’re being too loud…” he gave a weak reply. “Y-your arm!” She gasped upon looking at it. Purple bruises were all over Kane’s right arm. “Thera, do you know a healing spell?” “I-I don’t know any… but I have… this.” Athera pulled up her robe, revealing a small fanny pack. She took a healing salve and poured the content on Kane’s injury. “Ah, that’s better. Thanks, Athera. Pour some on my ribs too,” said Kane. His pain had lessened a little, although he couldn’t move his broken arm yet. Her cheek turned red. She poured the rest of the salve to his chest through his tribal wear. “You’re a lifesaver, Thera. Are you always carrying that around?” asked Zumi. “Just for… this test only. In case of emergency,” said Athera. While the two were talking, Kane felt some vibration. Planting his ear onto the ground, he heard several thumps getting closer and closer. They were human footsteps. He looked toward his left and said, “Someone is coming.”

Huh, what was that sound? Wind? Kane gently opened his eyes. His vision was blurry for a moment, then he saw the dark orange sky and the sunset. Wh… Where am I? Raising his upper body, he looked around. It was a bit hard to see. After seeing a patch of tall dark brownish trees in front of him, he concluded that he wasn’t in the castle hall anymore. Why am I in a forest, and how can I even be alive…? My heart was... He stroked his left chest. “My heart! Why is there no hole… wait, these aren’t even my hands. My voice is also different! What’s going on here…” Kane stared at his unfamiliar small body and short limbs. No muscles in his arms and neither his abs. He had tender white skin as if he had bathed in the legendary fountain of youth. “I’ve turned into a child… Ugh… My head…” All of sudden, a sharp, acute pain invaded his forehead. Kane saw fragments of memory. After he gained new information regarding the previous owner, Kane now understood his current circumstances. He had “possessed” a 12-year-old kid. They both share the same first name but with different pronunciations. The kid’s real name was Kane Foxsnove. He also saw his current appearance from the memory. The pair of crimson horns protruded from his forehead. He sighed at the fact that he was no longer a human. He was now a part of a race called oni. Oni were a humanoid race. They had the same characteristics as Kane’s current body, except they had red skin and pointy ears. The color of their horns, eyes, and hair were sometimes different from each other. They had immense physical strength when compared to other races, so they made for solid warriors or laborers. Their traits had some similarities to the typical demon-like Xervatia. No wonder some people referred to them as ‘the descendants of the demon,’ even though they had almost no connection to them whatsoever. Kane’s current body wasn’t that of a pure oni. He had both oni and human characteristics. In other words, he was a mixed-race. The kid had been living with his father just right next to the forest. Not too far from the house, there was an oni village. The previous Kane had been chopping firewood to help his father until he had stumbled upon a strange-looking plant. The leaves were spiral, black with red veins. It produced fruit that was identical to the common berry. If not for the scent, he wouldn't have even known the plant’s whereabouts because it hid in the shadows. Not knowing that it was a poisonous plant, he foolishly ate it to satisfy his curiosity. Unpleasant sensations occupied his body before he passed away. Then the memory fragments ended. “It seems he ate matured Whorled Black-weed Berry. That plant isn’t edible, unlike other normal berries. But still, he should have at most got a fever for about four days unless he was really allergic to it. What an unlucky brat.” Kane determined the reason why he had died. “So, I got reincarnated, huh? I always thought that was just a myth. What’s the reason behind this?” Kane pondered. He thought it probably had something to do with his killer, albeit he had no proof. Kane had no hatred against Xervatia, nor did he desire revenge. It was more a feeling of… gratitude. He doubted that he would be reincarnated with his memories intact if she hadn’t killed him. She had even left his soul alone unlike any other normal demon would. Without her interference, he would have died anyway from his injury. Nevertheless, she 'stole' Kane’s sword. He must retrieve it before a calamity occured, since this was a demon possessing one of the most powerful weapons in the world. However, Kane spared no empathy for the king. After he was “saved,” which was actually capturing and forcing him to sign an unbreakable contract when he was in his weakest state, the king forced him to create weapons for the kingdom without ever paying him. Kane had also been receiving poor treatment for 3 months until he had satisfied the king with his creations. Wanting to break free, Kane had come up with a plan to kill the king indirectly by creating a cursed weapon and then giving it to the king. The divine sword would absorb the life force of the user each time they used it. Obviously, he hadn’t expected a demon to possess the sword. “Xervatia, just wait for me.” Kane was determined to meet her again. A lot of questions popped up in his mind: where was he right now? Was this even the same world? How much time had passed since he had died? And would the curse remain on that sword? He had no answer to those questions, so he buried them back in his mind. Standing up, he noticed there was a forest ax beside him. The edge had many chips and rusts, showing extensive use without proper care. It was the previous Kane’s ax. “And now I’m a lumberjack. What a coincidence!” Kane smiled. They shared the same trait: they both used axes, although Kane wasn’t a lumberjack before. “Kane, I’m home!” A deep loud voice echoed throughout the grassy field. An oni who wore primitive leather clothes appeared in front of Kane. His stature was as large as a bear. He had an unkempt beard and goatee around his jawline, whereas his hair was short and tidy. Kane somehow understood the man even though he was unfamiliar with the oni language. “Welcome back, Dad,” Kane answered him in oni language. His tongue spoke it fluently. Based on Kane’s previous memory, the name of this person was Ezar Foxsnove. He took care of Kane alone without his wife. His father had never told him the reason for the absence of Kane’s mother. “You didn’t chop all the firewood. What happened?” Ezar glanced at the wood chopping block beside Kane. A pile of firewood still remained intact. “I’ll tell you later, let’s just go home and eat. I’m hungry.” Kane stood up and wiped his cloth of the dirt. “What… fine, we will talk at home.” Kane ran to his home. He observed the surrounding forest while running. The forest was filled with Black Bloodwood trees, a type of tree that was more durable and much stronger compared to ordinary hardwood trees. It was similar to an oak tree and had a dark red-brown color. For that reason, the trees were sought by many, especially in small cities. Those trees were his father’s main income. Kane’s house was humble. It was a wooden log cabin made from dark brownish logs, the same wood as in the forest. No other buildings were present, only the grass field along with the forest. A long dirt path connected his house to the village. The distance between the chopping woodblock and his house was only about a minute’s walk. This location made chopping the felled trees into logs easier for Kane’s father. Kane swung the door open, revealing the house’s interior. Almost everything in the house was made from Black Bloodwood, except the fireplace. Based on Kane’s previous memory, his father had crafted the furniture alone in a year. Ezar then entered the house and prepared dinner, and Kane sat on the dining chair. First, I must become strong. But how? Perhaps I should buy a weapon and then temper my body. To train my body as quickly and effectively as possible, I have to brew some basic strength potions. I wonder if I can find the necessary ingredients. Kane had studied alchemy in his first life, but no more than the basics. He definitely couldn't brew all the advanced potions such as the invisibility potion, full recovery potion, etc because they required magic. He had studied it in his free time or when he got tired from smithing or fighting. “What’s in your mind, Kane?” A voice from the kitchen interrupted Kane’s train of thought. His father carried two polished wooden plates and some metallic utensils. He cooked roasted rabbit meat with fried potatoes. A simple meal, yet it aroused Kane’s appetite and smelled nice. A moment later, they started eating. “Nothing, I was just thinking about the dish. It’s more delicious than usual.” Kane replied as he cut the meat. He didn’t wish to involve his father in his problems. It also would be too unusual for a kid to be planning to make potions. “Glad you noticed. I got a new recipe from one of our neighbors, Ellai, because I helped her move stuff. She even personally taught me!” “That’s great, Dad. You should ask her for more food recipes.” His compliment on the food was actually genuine. “Right, right. I’ll ask her later.” Ezar nodded in agreement. “Why didn’t you finish your task, Kane?” “When I was chopping some firewoods, I accidentally hit myself on the head because I lifted my ax too fast. It was very painful, so I lay down for a while until I fell asleep. I’m sorry, Dad,” said Kane with an innocent expression. He could only lie to him because the truth was far too bizarre. He wanted his family life to be just the same as usual for now. Also, telling the truth would only worsen the situation. “Ahahaha, that’s really silly. You should be careful next time, Kane,” he laughed. Kane was relieved that his father believed him. “Can I go to a blacksmith or a weapon shop?” Kane switched the topic. “Oh? You can, but what do you want to buy? I thought you’re not interested in that stuff.” Ezar raised his eyebrows. “An ax that is suitable for both utility and combat. A tomahawk. My current hatchet is too old.” “To-mo-hawk? What is that?” asked Ezar, tilting his head. Never once had the word ‘tomahawk’ entered his ear. When Kane saw his father’s expression, he just realized that the ax wasn’t common because it was a native weapon. In his past life, he knew this weapon from one of his acquaintances he had met when adventuring. He had liked that person’s tomahawk, but it was too small for him at that time. Now the situation was different, and he needed a compact weapon. “Ah, never mind. I just want to buy a higher quality weapon, better than my hatchet,” said Kane. He knew it’s a bit demanding but he didn’t mean it. He was curious about his father’s wealth. “I see. I’m sorry Kane because right now I can’t afford any expensive items. Not even a basic sword nor a battle-ax.” Ezar scratched his head, feeling bad for disappointing Kane. Kane nodded. He had already expected this, so he shot another question, “Then, can I buy a dagger instead? Any quality will do.” He decided to get his ax using one way or another. “A dagger, huh? Sure.” “Thanks, dad!” Kane smiled. “But, there’s one condition.” “What condition?” “You must agree to let me train you every day. You said that you want to buy a dagger, which means you’re going to use it for fighting. I have no qualms about that. However, using a dagger, or any weapon, requires careful handling and skills, so I must teach you how to use it. I don’t want you to injure yourself,” warned Ezar. His father once told the previous Kane before that he was a mercenary for many years. Later, he retired because he yearned for a peaceful life. Clearly, he had plenty of experiences from his line of work. “Fine by me.” Kane shrugged. Despite knowing that he probably should be the one to teach his father, it was better to stay humble. He too hoped he could learn something new from his father. “By the way, what is today’s date?” Kane asked again. “Hmm, it’s 9th Draengar 7782, I think.” “Still the same day, huh,” Kane murmured. He knew that he had died on the same date. This means he could still catch up with her. “What’s the matter, Kane? Is there something important coming up?” “No, nothing. I just forgot today’s date.” The father and son later chatted for an hour and finished their dinner before each went to their own bedroom. Kane’s bedroom was plain and simple. The bed was installed at the right corner of the room beside the door. A wooden bucket for his personal needs was placed on the left corner. All of them were made from Black Bloodwood. Kane lay on his bed. He stared at the night sky through his bedroom window. The bluish full moon hung along with the twinkling stars. “Tomorrow, I’m going to buy a dagger and train with my father. In the afternoon, I will search for the potion ingredients. I will make the ax later.” Of course, he wasn’t going to make a high-ranked weapon. Not only was it time-consuming, but it also required specific materials plus equipment, as well as great strengths that only his previous body had. In other words, it was impossible — at least for now. There were two reasons why he wanted to make his own weapon. First, he could adjust the handle to his hand size more easily and make it as suitable as possible for himself, which probably couldn’t be achieved by other blacksmiths. Second, he wanted to test his blacksmithing skills using his current body. “Perhaps it’s not too strange once I become a smith apprentice? I’ll decide when I meet the blacksmith,” Kane pondered. He closed his eyes and decided not to think about it too much. Kane fell asleep and thus ended the first day of his reincarnation.

“The evaluation will be conducted in a few minutes. Please enter this room when your number is called,” said a man in his thirties. His sky blue robe draped over his body, almost touching the ground. His soft voice somewhat resonated throughout the room. A chain necklace hung around his neck, which had a circular symbol that resembled a lighthouse with its lights shone from the right side. “What did he say, Kane?” asked Gako. “We must wait here until our numbers are called, then we go into one of those wooden cubicles,” said Kane, translating for the two. He pointed at the five doors. The rooms were temporary and only built for this evaluation. “Then, what is our number?” asked Xiirag as he showed his paper. Gako too followed him “...2794, 2795, and 2796 for me,” Kane told them a bit reluctantly. “Don’t tell me they’re calling in order from number 1.” “They are…” “What the hell!?” they both screamed, alerting some people in the vicinity. “Don’t worry, the process is fast so it shouldn’t take a whole day waiting for our turn.” Kane tried to comfort them. “How do you know that?” Xiirag asked again. “My dad told me.” They sat on the floor like many others who didn’t get a seat. Four hours later, their number finally got called. Only a couple of people remained in the hall. Each of them entered a separate room. --- Kane pushed open the door. He saw an elderly woman wearing the same necklace as the man he’d seen previously. Her weary eyes darted at Kane as she said, “Sit down.” Kane immediately grabbed the wooden chair and sat on it. He waited for further instruction. “A mixed-race from an oni tribe...” she commented while taking out a sheet of paper from her desk. “Do you understand me?” “Yes,” Kane replied. “Good, good. I don’t have to use my dictionary then.” She dipped her pen into the ink, ready to write. “Full Name?” “Kane Foxsnove.” “Age?” “13.” Finished writing, the old woman took out two dice: a d4 and a d10. “Now, hold these,” she instructed as she gave them to Kane. Tiny glowing white magic runes were inscribed on the surface. The method was different from Kane’s previous life aptitude evaluation test. He took the dice without a reply. “Those two dice will determine your talent. The triangular one is for your aptitude. It has red, blue, green, and grey colors on each edge, which represent strength, agility, magic, and blank in that order. The other one is for your aptitude rank, 1 is the lowest and 10 is the highest. Any questions?” she asked. It was apparent that she had been saying those sentences many times. “What will happen to the d10 if I got the grey edge? Is this evaluation depending on luck?” he asked. “It will always show number 1. The dice have been enchanted with special magic specifically for the aptitude evaluation. I can assure you it will accurately determine your talent,” she explained. “I see. That’s all.” Kane nodded. “If there are no more questions, then let’s get started. Throw them onto this desk. And please be satisfied with the result.” Kane held the dice hard, hoping for the best. He then released and threw them on the air. Strangely, the dice were floating rather than rolling on the desk. Curious, Kane asked, “What happened?” “They’re assessing your talent.” As soon as the old woman finished her sentence, the dice fell. The d4 spun as the d10 rolled for a second. It then stopped abruptly. “Th-this is...” The old woman stuttered. “Impossible!” She creased her brows and moved away from the table. Kane stared at the dice in silence, wide-eyed. Before he could say anything, the old woman suddenly said, “Let’s redo the evaluation.” She took the first dice and replaced them with another pair of dice. They had the same appearance. “Alright,” Kane agreed. He also couldn’t believe his eyes. He threw them again with a different angle, just to make sure. The process was the same. The dice stopped. “...”“...” Silence ensued for a while. Kane spoke first, “Again, blue edge and number 10...” “Y-you!” She stood up and shouted. “I can’t believe this! You’re an exceedingly rare mage prodigy! Level 10 Mage!” The woman then slammed the table, slightly leaning forward. “A mage?” Kane was confused but still maintained his calm. “But I’m a half-oni. Isn’t that impossible?” “It is.” She nodded. “But that fact proved to be false.” The old woman began to write the result as she said, “Interesting, very interesting. You are probably the only one who has this kind of talent in this country in the last ten years.” “That is… amazing?” Kane wasn’t sure of his feelings right now. “So, tell me, Kane Foxsnove. What is your secret? Did you drink some miraculous potion that awakens your magic? Or perhaps you’re using a trickery spell to manipulate the result?” “No… I didn’t do anything special. I only trained my physical strength. I’ve never practiced magic in my entire life.” This was especially true for both before and after the reincarnation. In his previous life, Kane had a rare body that had no mana at all. The condition was nigh impossible to be cured and thus becoming a mage wasn’t a choice. “Wh-what!?” she exclaimed. “If that’s true, then… Ah, nevermind. Anyway, here’s your certificate. Dip your thumb in this ink and place it on here. Due to your level 10 prodigy talent, I am required to give you the special one.” Kane followed her instructions and received the paper. Rather than an ordinary piece of paper, it was a paper with diamond ornaments on the edges. Unless the paper was seen at a close distance, it would be hard to see the ornaments. Based on his experience dealing with minerals, Kane was certain that the ornaments were made of 100% real diamonds. On the bottom corner, it had her signature and a stamp that glowed faintly. His fingerprint was now forever marked on the paper. “Am I really a mage?” Kane asked, still in disbelief. “That’s right. Congratulations, Kane. Not only is magic the rarest of the four, but you also possess the highest talent level! Additionally, you’re probably the first oni sorcerer ever in entire history!” “Thanks... but could you keep my talent secret?” Kane gave a wry smile. He yearned to become a warrior, but now he must learn his least familiar field: magic. He also didn’t want to create a ruckus before he was strong enough. “That goes without saying. One of the reasons why the evaluation takes place in an enclosed space is to protect confidentiality.” The old woman stuck her nose in the air. “I see.” Kane gave a slight nod. “To be honest, I seriously envy you. If I had your talent, I would’ve become an archmage many years ago, not stuck in this low-rank mage hellhole,” she complained. “Can I go now?” Kane was starting to get annoyed. He got up from the chair. “Yes, yes, you may. But before you leave, I must tell you something important,” said the old woman. “Fine, what is it?” asked Kane, sitting on the chair again. “Your talent is extraordinary, no, even that word is an understatement.” Her expression became gentle. “So, you must not flaunt your talent openly, otherwise, you’ll be in grave danger. Especially when you have no strong backing.” Kane raised his eyebrows. “Why did you tell me all of this?” “No reason. You reminded me of my granddaughter.” Her eyes muddled. She rested her cheek on her hand. “Say, have you thought of which academies you will enter?” “Obviously not. I never thought about it.” “I can give you some recommendations...” --- On the other side, in the hall. Gako and Xiirag stood waiting in front of the room where Kane was evaluated. It had been quite a while since they had finished the evaluation. There were only a few people remaining. “Why is Kane taking so long… I’m dying to know what my result is,” said Gako. “Yeah, me too. We probably should learn to read and speak the human language so we don’t have to rely on Kane,” added Xiirag. “Eh? But that’s too troublesome. I’ll just keep relying on him,” Gako laughed. “You…” While Xiirag was uttering the sentence, the door where Kane’s evaluation was at opened. They saw him leaving the room and immediately greeted him, “Finally, you’ve come out, Kane!” “Haha, how long did you two wait?” “Just for a while, but we couldn’t wait for you to translate these,” said Xiirag. “Is that so? Then, let me check.” Thanks to Kane, they finally knew their talent. Apparently, Gako had Warrior level 3 and Xiirag only had Warrior level 1. When their talent was revealed, they both were disappointed. They had expected to be above level 4 at least. Gako asked Kane about his talent, but he didn’t tell them the truth. Not that he didn’t trust them — Kane just didn’t want to explain the reason why he had it. When the three went outside,it was already dusk. When they were on the way to their carriage, they found Bokar sitting on the carriage seat. He was smoking a cigarette while having some conversation with some strangers. Noticing the children, he left the circle and approached them. “Why did you three take so long? I’ve been waiting all day, you know,” said Bokar. He put off the butt with his bare palm and threw it away. “Sorry uncle, there were thousands of people inside,” replied Gako. “Oh wow, I suppose that can’t be helped. Can I take a look at your result?” He looked at the three. Xiirag handed the paper, then Gako. Bokar nodded and smiled. He said to Gako, “You have good talent but that doesn’t mean you can relax.” “I know, uncle,” said Gako. Bokar switched his sight to the next oni. “And as for you, Xiirag, it could be better but you shouldn’t give up trying to become strong.” Xiirag nodded silently. Ever since Kane had told him his talent, he’d been staring at the ground and often sighing. “Now, Kane. It’s your turn.” Bokar extended his hand toward Kane. “Can we go somewhere else first, away from those two?” asked Kane in common language. “Sure,” Bokar nodded. He then looked at Gako and Xiirag and asked the two to wait. They had no idea what language Kane was speaking. Kane and Bokar went behind a big tree that was quite far from the carriage. There were a few passersby, but Kane ignored them. “So, what happened?” Bokar asked first. “This.” Kane showed his certificate. Bokar raised one of his eyebrows. When he saw the ornaments and read the bottom part, his eyes widened. “10… level 10 Mage!?” he shouted. “Is this for real?” “It is, I even retried the evaluation. Do you know what caused it?” “If a century-year-old ax saint doesn’t know the answer, how could I?” Bokar gave a half-smile. Kane rolled his eyes. “Forget that I asked you then.” “Wait, I’m just guessing but maybe it has something to do with your reincarnation?” Ezar asked, stroking his chin. “I don’t think so. The evaluation is dependent on one’s body, not the soul.” Kane shook his head. Bokar paused for a moment, he then said, “Hm, it might be related to your mother, then. The previous Kane’s mother, that is. Aptitude talent is sometimes inherited from the parents.” “My mother, huh? Do you know anything about her?” Kane’s eyebrow rose. “To be honest, I don’t. I’ve never even seen her before. 13 years ago, back when I met Ezar again after a year he went alone, he brought you as a baby and begged me to find a place to settle. Later, when we arrived at Deven, I asked him about your mother, and he said it was a secret! It was the first time he hid something from me.” “You didn’t press on?” Bokar scratched his head. “No, I just assumed that you were, err... sorry, an accident. Mixed race babies tend to be like that.” “So, Ezar ra—” “I didn’t say that. I believe that my old friend isn’t someone who would commit such a vile act. There must be another reason,” Bokar interjected. “Whatever the reason is, my mother is most likely talented at magic. She’s definitely not a random woman,” said Kane. “I agree, but I don’t think it’s as simple as that.” “Why?” “Because—” Before Bokar could complete his sentence, he sensed a man approaching them. “Oh, so you two are here. What are you guys talking about?” Ezar asked. “About this,” Kane replied and gave his certificate to his father. He read it and showed an expression similar to Bokar, but then he blew air through his nose. “I see. To think you inherited your mother's talent… I guess anything is possible with her,” Ezar murmured. “What do you mean? I thought no oni could have a talent in magic. Not even mixed blood can escape this curse,” said Kane. “Yes, that’s how it usually goes, but you’re a special case because…” Ezar paused. He clicked his tongue before continuing, “I can’t tell you right now. I’m sorry, Kane. It’s for your safety.” “Fine,” said Kane. “I won’t ask anything about her then.” Kane walked away. He was not that interested in his mother's identity anyway besides her connection to his aptitude talent, although he had to admit that the secrecy was infuriating. “She told me to not tell you anything about her until you’re strong enough,” said Ezar with a solemn tone. Kane halted his steps and replied, “That’s vague.” “I’ll tell you everything when you’ve beaten me.” Hearing that, Kane grinned, revealing his teeth. “A challenge… Alright, just wait for me to become a full-fledged mage and you better be ready.” “Heh. I’m always ready,” said Ezar. “Ah, having a family seems nice,” murmured Bokar in the background.

A small group of students swaggered across the lobby, gaining attention from all people. The group consisted of four people wearing special capelets for class S and walking side by side. Kane recognized two of them: Sharon and Hymar. As for the other two, it was his first time seeing them. A tall, well-built man was in the front, seemingly leading the class S. He responded to his admirers with a charming, bright smile that was accentuated by his jawline, making him much more attractive. One of them even dared to touch his flowing brunette hair and sniffed the scent. The man paid no heed to her and kept moving forward. The other person was a petite girl. She was the smallest in the group as her height was roughly the same as Kane’s. Her gloomy eyes kept staring at the floor as she walked. Kane noticed a ragged rabbit doll tucked underneath the shirt, giving an eerie aura. Only a handful of students cheered her. Even Hymar, who was the sole demi-human among the class S students, received much more attention than her, particularly from other demi-humans. Kane was perplexed. Why were people idolizing them? They were pretty much the same as the rest of the ordinary students. He did feel that the class S students had a little bit more powerful aura compared to others. Still, they were akin to an ant and a cockroach; there was no meaningful difference between them for Kane. He switched his gaze toward the three. Brian and Zumi glued their eyes on them with agape mouths while Athera was reading one of her borrowed books. Kane could not help but feel proud of the elf. He approached her and asked close to her long ear, “You’re not interested, Thera?” Athera flinched upon hearing Kane’s voice. “Y-you’re too close, Kane!” There was a brief pause before she spoke again, “I have seen them frequently so I’m… not that excited. S-sorry, I didn’t mean to sound snobbish…” “You didn’t. How are you used to seeing them?” “Because they’re… loyal customers to my family’s business.” Athera then told him regarding her family. Valvaris… it's been quite some time since I heard that name. So that famous family is from this small kingdom… Kane had accepted their requests to create magic-compatible prototype weapons — weapons that could channel spells similar to wands and staves. Naturally, he had already known the family’s background and met their Grand Elder. He never thought that he would meet the descendant of Valvaris after reincarnating. After the mini-parade was over, the four parted ways. Kane went to the library again without them knowing to return the books because he believed that the books were not necessary anymore after meeting Liana. He had his lunch and then headed toward the training ground. There was nobody except Reynar who was standing at the entrance. When his gaze met Kane’s, he spoke, “Finally, you have arrived. Did you enjoy your time in the library?” “I’d say just a little bit because I’ve discovered something interesting. Why did you summon me here?” “You will understand soon enough. Before we proceed, I shall ask you a question: are you prepared? You may fulfill your bodily needs first.” “I’m ready.” “Follow me.” Reynar turned around and moved forward at a relaxed pace. He halted his footsteps in the center of the field and faced Kane once more. “Meet your new magic tutor.” He bowed. His expression was solemn. Kane tilted his head and crossed his arms. “Don’t tell me that you’re the tutor?” “No. He is right beside me. Please mind your manners toward him.” He pointed at the ground with an open hand, which seemed to be nothing. However, upon taking a closer look, Kane could see a tiny black dot. The shape resembled an ant, albeit slightly bigger. There were no discernible differences when compared to ordinary ants except for the faint bluish light glowing from the insect. Kane immediately flinched when he felt its aura. The ant was way more powerful than most people and monsters he had encountered in his entire life. Moving his six tiny insect legs, the ant inched closer toward Kane. A deep male voice sounded from the ant as it spoke, “Ah, your perception is quite astounding! Many people that I have met for the first time would’ve tried to stomp me. Depending on my mood, they would be considered lucky if they lost just a leg!” The ant’s voice was as clear as day despite its size — most likely due to some magic. He had so many questions regarding the creature, but for now, he decided to save them for later. Calming himself, Kane genuflected and said with a respectful tone, “You’re clearly a powerful entity. May this humble one knows your name?” He chose to play it safe, especially after hearing the ant’s last sentence. The ant’s head turned behind. “Hahahaha! I like this one already, Rey! This kid knows his place,” he cackled. “Indeed. He is a polite one.” Reynar gave a slight nod before stepping away from them. “I have heard about you from Rey. You are Kane, the half-oni who can use magic. Nonetheless! Being a special snowflake or licking my six cute feet doesn’t mean crap unless you prove yourself. Until then, I have no obligation to tell my name,” said the ant with a hint of a playful tone. I have a bad feeling about this. Kane clenched his fists. His wary eyes fixated at the ant. “Now, now, don’t be too tense, boy. I did say you have to prove yourself but I did not say the time,” he comforted. Upon hearing that, Kane uttered a relieved sigh. A magic circle appeared on the ground. As it glowed, Kane’s surroundings turned dark. He and the ant disappeared from the area. “May Lord of Fortune be with you, Kane,” prayed Reynar before leaving the training ground. --- Kane’s vision was blank for a moment. When his vision returned, everything was different. The green, empty grassland spanned across the blue horizon. Deep fissures and craters covered in plants had filled the land. He squinted as the dusty wind blew toward his face. “Where am I?” asked Kane, despite knowing he had been here before. A very nostalgic place. The distance between Rabrond and here should be pretty far since they're on different continents. The ant must have unbelievably immense mana in that tiny vessel. Kane had no slightest clue of how that is even possible. “Welcome to Rainbow Flowers Field! Here lies the land where more than a thousand kinds of flowers can be found — at least what it used to be. Nowadays, it’s merely a simple grassland, perfect for our activity,” explained the ant. Kane looked around as he asked, “What are we going to do next?” “My, you’re impatient, aren’t you? Very well, let me explain: you must go through three trials before you become my student.” “Why? Didn’t Reynar tell you that I have level 10 talent?” “He did. Your level 10 talent is the reason why I even bothered to visit this tiny academy, but that alone doesn’t mean that you’re qualified. I’ve taught lots of prodigies in my 50 years of teaching and guess what? Only less than a handful of them managed to complete my training! I can’t be bothered to teach a failure like them, hence I create these trials,” explained the ant. “Very well. Let’s get started, then.” The ant was silent, so too Kane. Suddenly, an invisible pressure burdened Kane as if something from above pressed down onto him. The ant was exerting his aura much, much more than before, causing Kane harder to stand on two feet. “The first trial has begun. Your task is simple: withstand my aura until I stop. Don’t push yourself too hard because you might as well die,” said the ant. “But then, I won’t recognize you as my student. Hehehe…” The pressure gradually became stronger as time went by. --- It had been a while since the first trial began. The ant’s aura was currently comparable to a high-born dragon, a rank 7 monster; or a mountain. Any well-trained martial artist would have fainted from a long time ago, let alone normal people. They would have died. “Boy, I must ask a question.” The ant broke the silence. “What is it?” “HOW ARE YOU NOT AFFECTED!?” Kane yawned. He had been standing around while being oppressed by the aura. Despite that, he remained unaffected. For him, the pressure was the same as being tickled. It was laughable. Kane discovered that to withstand the aura, it depended on one’s soul. Staring at the ant, he sat down, crossing his legs, and gave his answer, “Perhaps your aura isn’t strong enough?” “Impossible! Even my fellow The Circle members would at least feel it,” said the ant. So, he’s one of The Circle… How does Reynar know such a formidable figure? Kane recalled his memory. Never once had he heard of an ant as a member of The Circle. Perhaps his identity was never disclosed or Kane’s memory was getting cloudy. “Do you require your student to be able to withstand this much aura?” “Er… of course, I do! I always ensure that my student is top notch quality!” answered the ant with a prideful tone. He’s lying… Kane then suggested, “Should we move on to the next trial? I’m getting bored.” “Not until you answer my question! You’re not just a 13-year-old half-oni, aren’t you?” insisted the ant. “You’ll have your answer when I become your student,” he said nonchalantly, thinking whether he should have pretended or not. He chose not to do it because it would be a pain in the butt to put on a figurative mask all the time. “Hahahaha!” The ant cackled. “Nice try, boy. I might be interested in your background, but I can’t easily accept you right away because there are two trials remaining.” “Tch, fine.” Kane clicked his tongue. It was worth trying. The ant’s aura returned to normal as he said, “Here comes the second trial.” A small magic circle appeared beside the ant. It assembled something that resembled a person. When it finished, Kane eyed the figure. “Is this a copy of me?” He inched closer. Every aspect of it was the same as him, save for its light blue eyes. It even wielded a copy of his ax. The other ‘Kane’ had a flat expression without any trace of emotion. Upon closer inspection, its skin was coarse, similar to the rock’s surface. “In a sense, yes. I’ve created a puppet that mimics your appearance and your skills. Also, its combat prowess should match yours, if not higher. Your trial is to incapacitate the golem. Let’s see whether you can overcome yourself.” Overcome myself, huh? So it’s about knowing my weaknesses. The ant then flew away and instructed Kane to distance himself from the golem. When they’re far enough, the ant shouted, “Begin!” The copy took a stance. From his hand, it cast a [Lesser Firebomb] to the sky and hit it hard with its ax. The flaming ball was launched toward Kane at high speed. Kane quickly pulled his hidden ax out and hit it back with the help of his vis to add more power. The copy stumbled and raised its ax in a hurry, blocking the lightning-fast projectile. “An ax? Such a peculiar weapon for a magic practitioner. Eh, whatever. I’ll allow it,” said the ant from afar. Kane took this opportunity to shorten the distance between them. The copy ran backward, put the ax on his mouth, and cast [Lesser Firebomb] with both hands. He threw it immediately when he completed the spell and repeated the process at a rapid pace. Kane deflected and dodged them at the same time as he approached. The copy halted its steps when it was at the edge of a crater. Wielding the ax once more with both hands, it swung the weapon from overhead to the bottom. Kane guarded his head in anticipation. While both of the handles were touching, Kane pushed the other ax and directed the downward force to his left, causing it to chop the ground instead. The copy now had no defense! Kane pulled his ax up and thrust it with the knob toward the copy’s neck. He immediately cocked his head backward and stepped sideways, creating some distance. “How does it feel to fight yourself?” asked the ant. “It’s exciting.” Kane grinned. “Haha! Well then, do carry on. It’s been a long time since I watched a physical fight. What a refreshing sight to behold.” Kane thought to come up with a plan to defeat it. Should he use vis? The copy seemed to not have it. It was viable but it would be too boring, so he decided to save it for a backup plan. There was only one way left to win: exploiting his weakness. This time, Kane took the initiative and charged against the copy. He threw a [Lesser Firebomb] with his left hand, aiming at the copy’s feet. When the copy jumped as the projectile traveled beneath his sole, Kane was already in front of him. Kane swung it from overhead off-angle to diagonal downward. The copy quickly raised his ax to block the attack. However, Kane moved his ax aside, switching to an opposite angle. A feint. It aimed at the unguarded side. The copy responded by swiping his ax to his right as though he already anticipated the move. Got you! Kane immediately rotated his body counter-clockwise. He flipped his ax and then drove the ax into the copy’s hip. Direct hit! The copy winced before losing his balance, rolling down upon falling, and lying on the crater. The attack left a deep crack on its hip. Not giving a chance, Kane jumped down and then chopped its head to finish it off. The copy ceased its movement as his head rolled down. His light blue eyes faded away. Kane turned his head around. He eyed the floating ant and said, “I’ve killed it!” “Splendid!” shouted the ant as he approached Kane. “Tell me, boy. How did you manage to overcome yourself?” “It’s simple.” Kane shrugged. “I’ve discovered one of my weaknesses beforehand. I can’t defend a double feint.” He had no qualms to tell his secret. The ant had no limbs, so he probably can’t use that on Kane… at least he wanted to give that impression. “That’s exactly the way. Here I thought you’d already surprised me enough with your magic talent despite being a half-oni, and yet you keep on giving,” said the ant with a gleeful tone. “Then, what are you waiting for? Let me become your student.” “Oh, I already considered you as one. You have proved yourself enough. But…” The ant dragged his speech. “But?” Kane raised an eyebrow. “Fight me first.”

“You good?” Kane extended his hand toward Leonard. Leonard stared at the palm before grabbing it and said, “Yeah, thanks.” He stood up. Not long after, the crowd applauded until the mysterious woman came forward. Her stare was razor-sharp as if it could cut. She waved her fringing hair before saying, “Congratulations for defeating Leonard. It could have been more… elegant, but it's a win nonetheless.” “Who are you?” asked Kane. He sensed that the woman was a formidable person based on her aura, though much, much weaker than Maur’s. That didn’t matter too much for him except her uncanny resemblance to someone he used to know. Leonard shouted, “Kane! Be more polite—” “It’s fine, Leonard. I’ve already expected this.” She cleared her throat. “Greetings, child, I am Ardera Solaris, one of ten Holy Paladins under the Children of Quillon.” Ardera Solaris… no wonder she resembled him. Kane reminisced when Aureus had introduced two little girls of his descent to him. One of them was Ardera. She had hid herself during the introduction and took a while before she finally opened up, unlike the other girl. Same as her grandfather, she currently was a follower of a religion called Children of Quillon. They worshipped Quillon, Lord of Swords. Learning and mastering swordsmanship was their way to praise him. It used to be an unpopular religion, especially for peasants, due to having a sword as a requirement to join, which was expensive. Until the church bestowed him the title of Paladin. “Ahem! I’ll take your silence as an admiration of my status. Not every day you can see a Paladin with your eyes.” “I am Kane Foxsnove, a student of Niflenia Academy. It's my pleasure to meet such an important figure.” He bowed. While she was a descendant of Aureus, it didn't mean Kane should hate her or that she should become his revenge target. “So, you have some manners, after all. Still, what an unfortunate name you have. To share a name with a despicable backstabber of the great Aureus House and—” “May I ask what your business with me is?” Kane interrupted, not wanting to hear her rant about and slander his name. “Very well, I’ll get straight to the point: leave this academy and become my squire,” she said. The entire room became silent once more, then they began whispering among themselves. However, Kane simply uttered, “Why?” “Why? Hah, isn't it obvious? Your duel has piqued my interest, and my interest hasn't been piqued by many things lately. I can guarantee your future much better than this small school can.” “But, I thought Children of Quillon don’t accept demi-humans? Especially a half-blood like me.” Ardera nodded. “It’s as you said, but I can make exceptions. Besides, a squire doesn’t necessarily need to be human. What do you say?” “This is very sudden. I have to think about this,” replied Kane. The truth was, he had no slightest intention of joining them, especially as a squire. She would boss him around and treat him like a personal maid. “Intriguing. In my whole life, anyone else would’ve accepted it right away.” Ardera then turned around. “If you change your mind, you can tell Leonard, and he'll guide you.” She then disappeared from everyone’s eyes as she left the building. Then, loud cheering from the students erupted. They bombarded Kane with questions, praises, and other things. “Everyone! Continue your training!” shouted Leonard. His voice dominated everyone, causing them to stop uttering words and return to their previous activities. Leonard whispered, “Kane, as promised, I won’t tell anyone about our conversation. I swear in the name of the Lords.” “Mn.” Kane nodded. He already understood that Leonard wouldn’t do that even if he lost. “Why did she come here? And what's your relationship with her?” “I’m afraid I can’t answer that right now. You can go first because you’ll become a huge distraction for other students.” After saying that, he told everyone not to bother Kane for now. Kane headed to the changing room. Rows of wooden lockers were placed in a manner similar to the bookshelves in the library. At the far end, he unlocked his locker and started removing his gambeson. “What's the matter, prince?” he asked the person who followed him. Gazing at the half-oni, Calypso leaned against the locker and crossed his arms. “How did you become so strong?” “I… trained with my father, an ex-mercenary.” Kane came up with a vague answer. Calypso kept staring with squinted eyes, as though he did not believe what Kane just said. He then spoke, “For your information, Leonard is a level 7 warrior who is also somewhat talented with magic. He transferred here from Wellington School of Knights, a famous squire academy, to learn magic since he wanted to become a magic swordsman.” “And what does that have to do with me?” “He also caught Ardera’s eyes because of his prowess around two years ago and have been under her since then. Even I, whom my tutor says is gifted with swords, am not a match for him. Do you understand my implication?” “What you're trying to say is my victory against Leonard is unnatural,” deducted Kane. “Exactly. Now, answer my question.” “And why should I do that?” Kane crossed his arms. Calypso heaved a deep sigh. “I will finish all of your homework in the future. I’m aware that you're struggling with those.” “Deal,” Kane answered without hesitation. “My eyes can predict incoming attacks, especially when they’re not fast. That’s why I have no trouble dealing with my opponent most of the time.” “Is that a gift or the result of your hard work?” “It’s the latter. You can obtain it through training and experience.” He left out the part that it took more than 20 years to learn that. “Please share it with me.” Calypso bowed deeply. Kane raised an eyebrow, not believing what he just saw. The prideful prodigious prince had begged his rival to teach him. Did that duel impact him greater than Kane expected? Removing his sweat-stained shirt, Kane said, “Of course. So… you no longer consider me as a rival, then?” “Don’t misunderstand. It does not take a genius to admit that your melee combat is far beyond that of anyone here. However, I am still confident in defeating you in a pure magic duel.” Calypso turned around. “And I will be patiently waiting for that moment.” “Ha, I can't wait,” said Kane back. “I like your change in attitude.” “Hmph! I am the same as always.” --- In the Vice Headmaster's office, Reynar was pouring hot tea into the porcelain cup. The mint fragrance filled the room, giving the room a relaxed atmosphere. Pouring a second one, he spoke, “It has been a while since the last time we met. You should notify me in the future, so I can be more hospitable.” Ardera raised both her feet on the table and reclined against the sofa. “That doesn’t concern me the slightest bit. I sometimes wonder how you’re doing since you’ve retired from being a paladin, Reynar, or should I say, Swordmage Reynar Mistfarer?" “Ah, when was the last time somebody mentioned that title? No matter.” Reynar placed the tray on the guest table before sitting down. “I assume you have business with me other than a mere palaver, yes?” “Still pretending to be ignorant? You haven’t changed at all. I believe you possess one of the Black Demon Feathers, and the High Cardinal had ordered me to retrieve it. Preferably peacefully, if possible.” “News travels fast, eh? Albeit not fast enough, since it was stolen by an unknown thief last night.” “Hah! Good joke, Reynar. Do you realize that we've known each other for more than ten years? I definitely realize that you’re not that careless and dumb. Knowing your information network, you should already understand the importance of the Black Feather.” Reynar's face was unchanging. His gaze was stern. “Wait, you’re… serious?" Ardera’s mouth gaped, then curved upward. She exploded with loud laughter. “Hahahahahahaha! How awful security your academy has! It’s so damn lame!” “Have you finished laughing?" Reynar squinted his eyes. “Oh, I'm not done yet.” Ardera wiped her tears. “Where did you store it, by the way? Was it in a safe lock? A secret pocket dimension? Seeing your office is lacking a door and any secure place did you… place that priceless item out in the open?” “Indeed… I placed it on my desk,” said Reynar with a flat tone. “Pffttt!” Ardera tried to hold in her laughter, but she failed. Banging the table, she continued laughing for half a minute more. “Haa… I take back my previous statement. It seems you've changed much. Have you gone senile early? No wonder the previous Sword Saint didn't select you to—” In less than a second, a magic circle appeared from Reynar’s palm, and a pale blue longsword with intricate strings of runes on the blade manifested, then he slashed her, splitting the table, sofa, and even the floor. However, Ardera effortlessly stopped the incoming attack with her golden sword. “You have crossed the line, you wretched woman!” Reynar’s face convulsed, clenching his teeth. “Ooh, scary,” she mocked. “I can say the same to you, Reynar. Trying to harm a paladin is a serious offense, and hunting a washed-up ex-paladin like you is not that difficult.” She smirked. “Or do you want a battle to the death, right here, right now? I don’t mind at all.” “...” Reynar became quiet. He then retracted his sword and made it disappear. “Get out of my sight.” Ardera stood up and walked toward the door. “My pleasure. I no longer have any business with you anyway. Since I offended you first, I will forget that you've raised your blade against me. Goodbye, and may Lord Quillon sharpen our swords.” Striding the hallway, Ardera laughed again. “Ahahah! How satisfying to see his true face unveiled like that. His fault for being so incompetent.” Gradually, her previous smile disappeared. Her eyes narrowed. “Then again, knowing his personality, he must’ve schemed something, yet I can’t think of anything. Did he lie about the thievery?” “No, the academy was certainly breached, based on the mess. There’s also a faint trace of the demon’s aura lingering in his office, so he was telling the truth despite the absurdity. I wonder which faction the thief belongs to?” “The Demon Hunters would prefer a much subtler method than this, so it's more likely that the thief is from that family. In any case, I should report this finding to the High Cardinal. Seems like I must disappoint him again.” Finished monologuing, she moved on but stopped after a few steps. “Ah, I forgot to ask about Kane the half-oni.” She shrugged, then walked again. “Whatever. I'm not that curious anyway.” Meanwhile, Reynar was sitting motionlessly, staring at the entrance with an empty expression. A moment later, Teresa entered the room. She scanned the messy room and said, “You really should learn to control your impulses, Rey.” “I am not in the mood to listen to your suggestions, Teresa.” “You do realize that she purposefully angered you, right?” “I know!” he yelled. “I have been polite to her since the beginning, even though I truly despised her! Yet, she dares to disrespect me! Moreover, she dared to mention! That! Event!” He drove his foot against the table, destroying it even further. “All I can say is: drink your tea. It will help to calm you down,” said Teresa as she left the room. “I’ll talk to you later.” “Yes… Yes, of course,” replied Reynar. He remained alone once again. After grabbing the fallen cup, he refilled and drank it all in one sip. "I hope you’re interested in finding the thief, Kane Foxsnove,” he muttered.

The students became uneasy. Some of them realized that they had to compete against their friends. Some also were excited and itching for a fight. Kane was one of them. He was getting tired of sitting in the classroom all day without any physical activity. He was aware that defeating Calypso, the prodigy prince, didn’t mean that he would win easily, since this time he would not be allowed to use his ax. He needed a plan. Vauren spoke again. “The fight will be one versus one with no gender restriction. There are several rules for this duel. First, no physical force is allowed; we are here to practice magic, not fists. Second, you must be within the arena or otherwise you’ll lose automatically. Last but not least, don’t go overboard. Once I declare the winner, the duel is over. Any questions?” “Sir, may I ask a question,” one of the students asked. “Go ahead.” “What if we can only use support spells?” Vauren rubbed his chin. “Hm, I suppose you could create [Mana Orb], correct? It is a literal ball made of mana. Any magic practitioner would know such a rudimentary spell.” “But how can we win against—” “Enough excuses! Even a support mage must know how to protect themselves when there are no allies nearby. It’s your fault for not learning such spells. Are we clear?” “Y-yes, sir.” The student lowered his head. “Due to your classroom placement, you might get expelled if you don’t perform well enough. This rule is exclusive for those who didn’t cast a support spell. That doesn’t mean you are allowed to relax, though. Do you understand?” “Understand!” “Excellent. I will call two names in no particular order. Now, the first two students are…” He proceeded to call two random students. Finished listening, Kane pondered. He knew the school wouldn’t expel him for his talent. On the other hand, people would be suspicious if he performed badly yet did not get expelled. Not that Kane cared about them; the problem was that they would investigate and scrutinize his background which could lead him to being hunted down. He concluded that he would act as though he was concerned with getting expelled. That way, nobody would be suspicious if his performance matched his skill. Kane also understood that he would stand out matter what he did, and thus, he prepared himself for anything. The two students wore a blue marine mage cape and put on one of many enchanted rings. The ring would create a weak barrier that would last for some time. When one of them was depleted, the duel was over, and the winner was the person who still had the barrier up. All of this equipment was required to ensure that nobody would be fatally injured. The battles were quick due to the barrier that could only withstand two or three unranked spells. Before Kane noticed, only half of the students remained that were yet to be called. “Calriss Layward and Allen Addison, please come forward.” Calypso walked onto the platform, followed by a tall yet chubby boy. After wearing the required equipment, they faced each other, set apart by some distance. Calypso’s eyelids covered half of his eyes as he stood in a relaxed pose. On the other side, Allen entered a sort of a battle stance. His round eyes narrowed, giving him a piercing gaze. “Begin!” shouted Vauren. “I must admit that you are a little more talented than mine. But I, the son of Marquis Frederick Addison, am known for defeating many geniuses like yourself! Prepare to—” “Unranked ice spell: [Ice Shard], full power.” Calypso was already finished chanting, and the magic circle manifested in an instant. A sharp ice fragment flung out at high speed. It immediately shattered Allen’s barrier before he could react in time. His face turned pale, as though he had seen a ghost. He gave up on his knees, and fell on his bottom. “The winner is Calriss Layward!” “Hmph, I have no time to deal with trash.” Calypso turned his back, descended from the platform, and removed the equipment. “That was quick,” said Kane. He wondered if Calypso became stronger than the last time he’d fought him. Curious, Kane approached him and whispered, “You seem stronger than before. What happened?” “All I can say is, I was not in my best form. In the future, do not bother me again in public,” said Calypso as he strode past the half-oni. Kane simply stood there, pondering what Calypso meant. He did look rough before the fight between them began. Perhaps Zumi and Athera put up some resistance and managed to weaken him. He had another thing he wanted to say to Calypso. “Thanks for defending me, prince,” said Kane. Calypso halted his steps. “You misunderstood. I was merely reminded of my shameful defeat thanks to the pesky crowd.” He walked away before getting swarmed with people. Brian then approached Kane from his side. “Kane, what did you say to him? Did he say anything to you?” “Nothing too important. Just a casual exchange.” Vauren coughed twice and spoke once more, “Next is Kane Foxsnove and Lucrais Habborleigh.” “It’s my turn.” Kane stretched his arms. Brian tapped his shoulder. “Be careful. You may fight against a girl, but I think she’s quite talented due to her mage ancestry, albeit not as talented as Calriss. She also uses fire spells just like you.” “Thanks for the info, Brian. How did you get this information?” “I got that from the girl herself. I talked to her while we were heading to the classroom. She’s surprisingly nice despite her appearance. Anyway, good luck.” While Kane was heading towards where the equipment was stored, Vauren asked him, “Kane, I regret to inform you that despite your condition, you must participate in this test. Unlike others, I will be more lenient to you, although there is still a chance that you will be expelled if you immediately forfeit.” “Fine, then. This injury doesn’t hinder me much if I’m just using magic.” “Excellent. I will inform others regarding this matter.” He then told everyone about his special scoring toward Kane. Vauren helped Kane wearing the equipment. He felt a constricting sensation that wrapped around his head. It had been a long time since he wore something on his head like a helmet. He could not fully wear the helmet due to his horns, so he only wore it halfway through. Remember, Kane, don't be too flashy. You must fight for the sake of experimenting, not winning. He had several ideas that he wanted to experiment with [Lesser Firebomb]. Kane stood facing Lucrais. A serious girl, judging from her stern face. Her eyes darted up and down as if she was watching a bouncing ball. She then fixed her eyes on the white cast, which prompted her expression to turn more mellow. When Vauren opened his mouth to speak, Lucrais raised her pale hand, interrupting him. “Before we begin, I’d like to request something to you, Kane Foxsnove.” Kane folded his arm. “What is it?” “Please forfeit this match. I do not want you to be embarrassed much further. With that injury and having [Lesser Firebomb] as your best spell,” she swept aside her black bangs, “Regrettably, you have no chance to win.” “That’s a nice sentiment, however-” Kane put a half-grin. “-you’re the one who should forfeit. If you lost against me, it would be much more embarrassing than if I lost to you.” Lucrais’s plump face darkened. “As I expected. Your foolishness and naivety matches your appearance. I intended to go easy on you since you’re a friend of Brian, but… Oh well, it seems like I must teach you a lesson or two.” Kane stayed silent as he felt somewhat bad for taunting her. She had good intentions behind the arrogance, unlike Calypso, who looked down on everyone. Though in the end, it did not matter as long as he got to fight. He wanted to try some things out after all. “Have you two finished talking?” Vauren looked at Kane and Lucrais. They both gave a nod. “The duel is now live!” Lucrais stepped back while chanting a spell. “Unranked fire spell: [Flame Wisp]!” A tiny winged light traveled toward Kane in an erratic pattern. It was almost impossible to predict where it would hi,t and it seemed to follow the opponent’s movement, though he simply side-stepped the projectile at the right moment. The stray wisp combusted into a sizable ball of flame; the heat reached Kane’s vicinity in spite of it being far from him. He then made a throwing motion while casting [Lesser Firebomb] as a counter-attack. The magic circle followed the movement and when the spell was launched, it traveled at a higher speed than usual. Despite Lucrais’s effort to dodge by leaning to the side, it hit the barrier before exploding. The surface vibrated upon the blast, still maintaining its form. A visible small crack formed. Her previous empty eyes were set aflame with a hint of harmful intent while Kane remained solemn. A single landed hit was not worth celebrating over. Everyone who was watching the fight could not believe their eyes. The main reason was Kane’s spell. “How can the [Lesser Firebomb] spell be so fast!? The speed should’ve stayed the same no matter how fast the movement of the magic circle was.” one of the students exclaimed. “The half-oni did not simply make a throwing motion. At the very moment the [Lesser Firebomb] manifested, he grasped and flung it toward his opponent,” explained Calypso who was standing beside him. “Such a crude method. Wouldn’t it burn his hand?” “It appears so.” He pointed. “Look. He convulsed his hand to cool it down.” Despite the searing pain, Kane kept casting the same spell. He threw it once more toward Lucrais. Standing still, she chanted a spell called [Stone Pillar], an unranked earth spell. A tall spiky rock quickly erected in front of her. It easily blocked the incoming firebomb. Earth magic? I suppose a mage doesn’t have to be restricted with one element. Kane changed his position to find a better spot to attack. The pillar obstructed his vision on the opponent. Lucrais extended both of her arms forward. “You’ve exceeded my expectations, Kane Foxsnove. But it’s all futile. [Flame Wisp] times ten!” The magic circles appeared one by one behind her. A swarm of the smaller version of [Flame Wisp] rushed toward Kane. He turned back and ran as fast as he could. Dodging all of them would be easy if the barrier had been surrounding his body rather than making a plain sphere around him. Fortunately, all of the wisps missed Kane’s barrier except one that managed to crash against his barrier, burning. “You have nowhere to run!” Lucrais chanted another spell. “[Blazing Fence]!” A red glowing line appeared beneath Kane’s feet; he immediately stepped backward. The line ignited into a wall of flame—or more accurately—a fence, based on its height and name. It surrounded Kane, trapping him in the corner. Behind him was the edge of the arena. Rather than standing around and doing nothing, he cast [Lesser Firebomb] to disrupt her. So she used that spell to lure me into this spot? How clever. Lucrais evaded the spell with ease due to the distance. Once more, she cast a group of [Flame Wisp] at the same time. There were only five of them but bigger this time; they were coming toward Kane, swooping down like an eagle to catch its prey. “Checkmate.” Her mouth formed a grin. Kane felt cornered. There was no space left for him to dodge. He could push through the fire, but there was a risk of destroying the barrier upon crossing. It was nigh impossible to jump through without getting hit. Tanking the wisps was also out of the question either. --- Everyone watching the match expected it to end soon. The battle was not what they had predicted, yet they were not completely incorrect either. “It’s over,” one of the students said.“I guess it was too much for the half-oni. Nice try, though.”“Yeah, I probably would lose to her quicker than he is. She’s a Habborleigh, after all.” “Fools… Underestimating him is a mistake,” Calypso muttered. His words reached nobody. Brian had his eyes set on the arena since the fight began. He clenched his fists and said, “Come on, Kane! Cast another [Lesser Firebomb] or something!” As soon as he said that, Kane chanted the spell. The magic circle, however, was facing the ground. “Yeah, just like… wait, not like that. Is he nuts?” Brian grabbed his hair. Others too were perplexed with Kane’s decision. Why would anyone cast an offensive spell on themselves? On the other hand, Calypso put a tiny smile on his mouth. “A suicidal move, just like that time. I wonder what he’s going to do now without the ax.” --- The firebomb was aimed toward the ground. When it bounced off in a medium arc, Kane crouched down. The flame wisps were an arm’s length away from hitting him. At this moment, he jumped off the ground, similar to what he did when he had fought the riese. “Jumping is useless! My [Flame Wisp] will hit you regardless,” shouted Lucrais. Indeed, the wisps followed his movement, almost guaranteed that they would hit Kane. Then, an explosion occurred beneath Kane’s feet. It was the firebomb. The windblast propelled him further above. While in the air, Kane flipped upside down—causing the wisps to miss him by a hair—cast [Lesser Firebomb], then flung it toward Lucrais. Lucrais was looking up with her mouth agape. She stood frozen despite the incoming [Lesser Firebomb]. It crashed down then exploded beside her. Kane safely landed on both feet and his left hand behind the [Blazing Fence]. As he walked toward the middle, he looked at her in the eye. “Hm? What did you say again?”

In an enormous yet elegant castle, King Harald, the ruler of the Westcreek Kingdom, held a great banquet to celebrate his birthday. He invited all the kingdom’s nobles to his grand castle. Every noble family had already greeted and given their gifts to the king. They were all waiting for the last person before going to the main event. “I wonder what present that famous blacksmith, Kane, will bring to our king?” Among the crowd, a well-dressed young nobleman asked himself just loud enough to be heard by a person who stood beside him. “Knowing he’s a blacksmith, of course, he’s going to give His Majesty a pair of shoes!” the person — who was a priest — answered, smirking. The nobleman rolled his eyes. “Whatever. What I meant is what will the rank of the sword be. I remember he promised King Harald that he would make a sword for him when His Majesty saved him.” “His best product has been rank 4 equipment so far, but there’s no way he spent more than half a year for a mere rank 4 sword.” “That’s what I think too. I wonder…” All of a sudden, a loud shout interrupted them and everyone in the hall. The voice came from a knight. “Attention everyone! The last person has arrived, let us continue our king’s birthday gift reception!” The crowd turned their attention to the man beside the knight. A sheathed sword rested on both of his arms. He had long straight brown hair, blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. His unkempt beard made him look older than his actual age. His plain shirt barely covered his muscular body. “Finally, Kane has arrived.” “I hope the sword he brought can compensate for the time he wasted.” “I wonder the rank of the sword he’s carrying.” The crowd’s murmurs reverberated in the hall while Kane walked to the throne. He then knelt and placed the sword on the carpet floor. “Happy birthday, Your Majesty. I sincerely apologize for my late arrival.” In front of Kane stood an old man. A jeweled golden crown rested on his long wavy white hair. Wrinkles and freckles were all over his old face. His vigorous eyes peered at Kane. King Harald finally spoke. “You don’t have to apologize. I knew you were perfecting that sword. How are your injuries?” ”It’s gotten much better than a year ago, though unfortunately, I can only use about half of my original power. Ah yes, I’d like to express my gratitude once again for personally saving me and providing me with your hospitality.” “I only did what a normal human would do, nothing much,” King Harald chuckled. “If you want to repay your debt, a rank 5 sword is more than enough. Below that rank is fine too.” “Do not be so modest, your Majesty. You don’t deserve a mere rank 5 weapon. Please unsheathe the sword.” Kane smiled. King Harald stood up. He walked towards Kane then took the sword and unsheathed it. The piercing sound of steel was emitted when he pulled it. The sword shone with a bright white aura that blinded almost everyone. His eyes glued to the sword, he flaunted it without knowing. The king was also known as “The Mighty Humble One”, yet he couldn’t resist the rush of dominance and arrogance invading his body. In his entire life, never was he in awe so much, for it was the peak of weaponry. The legendary rank 10 weapon! “This is… a rank 10 weapon!!” The King said out loud. The crowd gaped. They expressed their astonishment. “Is that real!?” “A rank 10 weapon… I thought it was only a mere fable!” “Impossible!” The crowd started pushing towards the throne. Even the knights approached the king to get a closer look before they snapped out of their reverie and continued carrying their duties. The magic knights made a transparent barrier to stop people from getting too close to King Harald. Generally, equipment is ranked based on its qualities. Unranked is the lowest and rank 10 is the top. The higher ranked the equipment, the rarer it was as well as more difficult to make. “I actually didn’t make this sword. I found it in some ruins. It was broken, so I gathered the necessary materials and repaired it,” explained Kane. Many people uttered a sigh and their expression darkened. They realized Kane cannot make one himself. Some of them suspected that Kane was lying but then again, it would be too unbelievable if he did make it. The reason was that it was extremely difficult to do — no one in this world could create such legendary weapons, even the best blacksmith in the world that was still alive. The ones who could have already died in ancient times, based on some records. One of the people in the crowd shouted, “Then, you could make weapons of any rank except rank 10, right!?” The hall became silent, waiting for Kane’s answer. “Only up to the rank 7. And unless you provide the right materials, I won’t be able to make them for you,” Kane replied. Every noble and knight shouted in excitement. They couldn’t wait to be first in the queue, buying the rank 7 weapon from Kane. But some people realized only a handful of rich nobles could afford it. They could only shake their heads with envy and disappointment. “Kane… I don’t know what to say… This is too much even for me. Moreover, what if someone tries to steal it?” “Do not worry, Your Majesty. I’ve hired a mage to set up a seal so only you and people of your direct bloodline can wield the sword. Besides, you can easily slay any thief with that weapon.” “Thank you…” Before the king could finish his words, the sword started shaking and the white light began to dim. A dark aura enveloped the sword, coloring the metal black as night. “What’s happening!?” King Harald exclaimed, fearing the dreadful black aura from the sword. He feared the dreadful black aura from the sword. “King! Throw the sword away!” Kane panicked. He had never witnessed a scene like this before. His instincts told him to prepare for the worst, so he grabbed his weapon: a battle-ax with a long, straight steel handle. It had a plain appearance, yet it somehow seemed different from common axes. Without hesitation, King Harald threw the sword into the air. It rotated and then floated above the people’s heads. Everyone in the hall observed it, filled with questions and curiosity. A moment later, the black aura started to take a human shape. It turned into a pale-skinned woman. She had long straight pure ivory hair that fell like a waterfall. Her sharp yellow eyes and black sclera resembled an owl in the dark. When combined with her red-as-blood lips and petite nose, it gave her an otherworldly beauty. Although her frightening jet-black aura covered her torso and thighs, it couldn’t hide her curvaceous body. Yet nobody felt aroused nor tempted. They all knew that she was a dangerous creature! Her deep, violet, curved horns akin to a goat gave it away. The previous awe and joy turned into fear. King Harald knelt and asked her, “May I ask who madam is? For what purpose did the mighty one visit this lowly king?” He tried his best to keep calm. Beads of sweat poured from every pore of his skin, wetting his silk cloths. He wanted so badly to question Kane of this occurrence. They barraged her with questions yet there was no answer. Instead, she contorted her face while saying something in a foreign language. Her voice was rather soft — but everyone could hear her. When she lifted her finger, thousands of faceless shadow puppets that resembled humans emerged from the floor. Each of them began hunting everyone in the hall. The door was already stuffed with thousands of people screaming and crying. They all wished to get out of this nightmare. However, it was futile. The shadow puppets were faster than galloping horses. It took only five seconds for them to massacre almost everyone in the hall, including the knights. They died with no visible wounds, and their withered bodies were like uncovered mummies. The shadow puppets had absorbed their souls. The shadow puppets then left the hall, continuing their task. The hall brimmed with copses. Everybody — including King Harald — was dead, except for a lone man. The shadow puppets did not stand a chance against Kane. His ax felled them; all that remained were black ashes on the floor. The woman finally looked at him. She landed on the ground and approached Kane with a stone-cold gaze. “Tell me, demon, why are you possessing his sword? For what reason did you kill these people?” asked Kane. He couldn’t determine the reason why she had committed such unreasonable actions. At the same time, Kane was thinking of an escape plan. Fighting this demonic woman would cause imminent death. Without any warning, the woman lunged forward while projecting a sword made from her ominous aura. She ignored Kane’s question. The sword and the ax clashed with each other. Every time they clashed, sparks flew about resembling flashes of lightning. The ground trembled. “If only I still had my strongest ax…” Kane regretted inside. The more they clashed, the more cracks appeared on his rank 5 ax in his hand. “Ascendance of the Chaotic Phoenix!” Kane fiercely swung his ax upward. Huge crimson rays shone from the ground. In the blink of an eye, a crimson light shaped like a towering ax head rose, hitting the woman and the roof of the castle. The debris fell right atop and buried her. “Time to run—” All of a sudden, A black claw-like aura penetrated Kane’s chest, stopping him. The claw grabbed his still-beating heart as Kane collapsed. The woman emerged, a ball-shaped transparent black barrier guarding her. Not even a slight scratch was on her body. She gazed at the hole that Kane had created while two pairs of jet black wings protruded on her back. Her hand held Kane’s heart. “(Wait.)” The woman gave off a slight hint of a surprised look. She froze up. Only someone who had endured unimaginable pain could talk without a literal heart, although the woman seemed more interested because she recognized Kane’s word. “(You understood?)” He was speaking in a demon tongue, which was her language. He had learned it a little from an acquaintance but he was no master of the language. “(Name?)” He asked again. An eerie silence filled the hall before she said, “(The name’s Xervatia.)” She flapped her wings and flew to the horizon. --- “Ah, is this the end?... cough… cough.” Kane spat out overflowing blood. He lay on the carpet floor as his blood poured from his chest. Staring at the blue sky through the hole, he recalled his past. Kane had been a mighty ax saint and a master blacksmith until he had successfully gotten his revenge. If he hadn’t been injured from fighting his nemesis, chased by thousands of saints, fleeing to nowhere, and coincidentally found by the wandering king, he would not have been staying in this small kingdom and thus becoming a local blacksmith. In his time in the kingdom, he often thought about when he was going to die. The cure only existed in the previous region he ran off from, and going back clearly wasn't an option. In conclusion, he chose to live in peace for as long as he could. His enemies let Kane off because they knew he was going to die anyway. Kane originally wanted to search for a peaceful place to pass away after he gave the sword to King Harald. Never did he think he would die earlier. Despite that, death was surprisingly relaxing; he couldn’t complain about it. “My consciousness… is fading away…” Darkness invaded his vision and his mind. Kane closed his eyes for the last time. “I wonder, am I going to heaven? No, I have sinned too much, so... hell maybe? Or neither? Becoming a ghost is probably fun, though.” Kane chuckled. He didn’t care which one it would be. A moment later, Kane heard a strange sound.

Kane, Zumi, and Athera reached the gathering point. It was crowded, full of participants and adults wearing the same ivory mage robe with a blue mantle. It was the academy teacher’s uniform. In this broad field, many tents were erected to treat any remaining participants, regardless of whether they had failed or passed the test. The people in the camp were staring because of their grave injuries. Even the nearby examiner cleared the way for them to be treated with utmost priority. Inside the modest tent, a priest and an herbalist combined their expertise to heal them. In just a short amount of time, they were all healed, albeit not completely. Kane had to use the shoulder pad because his shoulder was still broken. The three went outside and looked for the core submission booths. --- The breeze shook the tent a little. The sky shone a dim light, hidden within the sparse clouds. As all people had already submitted their cores, they gathered everyone into the center.. A short young woman stood facing the tired and anxious crowd. She was dressed in a Niflenia mage’s uniform. “Attention everyone! The second and the last exam is officially over!” she shouted. Everyone was cheering. To those who gathered enough cores, they couldn’t wait to go home, sleep, and wait for the entrance day. The rest stayed silent as they were too tired to express their voice. “The results will be posted outside of Niflenia Academy entrance tomorrow morning. If you pass the test, your name alongside the class will be written there. At 9 a.m, all the passed children must bring the identity card and gather in the lobby once more. Don’t try to trick us because we have recorded all the passed groups.” She drew a deep breath and said, “That’s all, children. We will escort you back to the academy and you may all go home. Also, don’t forget to take your aptitude test certificate before you go home.” “What about the prize?” One of the participants raised his hand. “The lucky group will receive them anonymously today and be placed at the top of the result. Any more questions?” The crowd was quiet. Seeing this, she then clapped her hands and said, “Let’s go back to the academy, shall we?” --- Back in the building, the children were reunited with their parents or guardians. The entire lobby was filled with chatter and bickering. Some of the parents looked around as they became more anxious as time went by. Little did they know that their children had died during the exam. The reunited families slowly dispersed and exited the building. Meanwhile, Kane’s group was separated from the rest and escorted by one of the examiners personally. When other people reached the lobby filled with parents, Kane’s group instead ascended upstairs to the third floor per the examiner’s guidance. They traveled straight through the narrow hallway in front of the stairs. The group followed the examiner’s lead. White floor tiles and walls made the hall seem brighter despite the few lit torches. Doors with name signs appeared every 20 steps. When they stumbled upon the three-way passage, Athera and Zumi turned to the left while Kane went to the right because the examiner told him to find the vice headmaster. He knocked on the ivory door with a golden sign that said, “Vice Headmaster’s Office”. “Please enter,” a baritone voice called from inside. Kane pushed open the door. He saw Reynar sitting behind the large porcelain desk. Two leather couches facing each other were placed in the middle of the spacious room. On his right, a shelf was filled with dusty trophies. The small ones were all gold, but the bigger ones were either silver or bronze. Two rays of light passed through the two large windows behind him. “You may take a seat,” said Reynar. He rested his chin on his hands. Kane plopped on the couch, facing Reynar. “Why did you call me?” He folded his arms. Despite asking the question, he already suspected that it had something to do with his talent. “Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Reynar Mistfarer, the vice headmaster of this school. You may call me Sir Reynar. As of now, I have several questions for you; however, before we begin, congratulations on your success in the entrance exam,” he applauded. “It’s nothing,” Kane dismissed the praise. “What are your questions?” Reynar curved his lips a little. “From what I have gathered, you possess a rank 10 talent. Do you know the reason behind it?” “I don’t know. My father always refused to tell me anything about it,” said Kane. He must know this person’s motive first before telling the truth. Reynar nodded. “Next, why did you decide to enroll in this particular academy?” “Because... I’ve heard this academy is one of the best in this country. I want to unleash my full potential, and I think it will be harder to get into worse academies,” he replied. Another reason was that its location was the closest to Deven, but he chose to leave this one out. “Hm, a logical answer. I absolutely appreciate your decision to enroll here. In fact, I, as the 18th vice headmaster, could not be more grateful. This academy is in dire need of fresh talent.” He stood up and bowed. Kane stayed silent and did nothing, waiting for Reynar to continue. “Regardless, I must request one thing to you, for the sake of this academy and yourself.” Reynar put his hands behind his back, walked, and finally sat on the couch, sitting face-to-face against the half-oni. “Which is?” Reynar leaned forward and said, “Do not flaunt your aptitude certificate to anybody, both inside or outside this academy.” “That goes without saying… sir. I don’t like to brag anyway,” Kane replied. “Excellent.” Reynar straightened his back. “Unless you possess powerful support, of which I am doubtful, your very being will be in grave danger. This academy won’t be able to provide enough protection for many reasons—” “I get all of that. The point is, being famous attracts envy. Envious people are trouble, right?” Kane interrupted. He didn’t mind being famous, though, because it did have various benefits. “That is quite correct. You catch my meaning quickly in spite of… your appearance and weapon preference. Here I had assumed that you would be more naive, wilder, and hot-tempered,” Reynar chuckled. “I'll take that as a compliment. So… are there any more requests or advice?” Kane knitted his brows and started drumming his foot. “I have finished what I wished to say. Perhaps you have some questions in mind? I would gladly answer them,” said Reynar. “Right, I do have some. Why is the test just for entering the academy very dangerous? It feels not right for… us children.” Kane bit his tongue, trying not to say ‘the children’. “The risk and reward are equivalent to the cheap fee. Moreover, the agreement paper had explicitly stated the dangers of the exam,” Reynar replied. “Apart from you and the receptionist, does anybody else know of my rank 10 talent?” asked Kane. “Nobody except Teresa. According to her, she has not told anyone else regarding this matter.” Kane doubted Reynar’s answer. How could he be so sure that she was keeping the secret? Anyhow, he didn’t care too much whether his talent leaked or not. “Did you do something with the monsters? They seemed to be stronger than usual despite the rank.” Reynar arched his brows. “I did not. To be frank, I had not noticed this before. If your report is true, I will investigate this unusual occurrence later,” he assured. Kane squinted his eyes, checking whether Reynar was lying or not. Based on his observation, the vice headmaster was telling the truth. He then asked again, “Whose decision was it to interrupt my fight with Calypso? And what was the reason?” “Hah, I suppose the announcement was not very subtle.” Reynar sighed. “It was Teresa’s. She witnessed your breakthrough. Inquisitive of your newfound magic ability, she begged my advice to develop a way to prevent you from finishing the duel without… violent approach. I too was intrigued and thus, I accepted and helped to implement a new rule. It’s a shame that I could not watch your fight.” “So it was her, huh? Oh well, it’s not like I didn’t gain any benefit from the sudden rule.” He disliked being manipulated, but he decided not to pursue this matter further. “Is the first exam going to be important?” “Definitely. It determines your class placement once you have passed the second exam. Are you concerned about your test result, Kane?” “Not really. I’m alright with any class as long as I pass.” Kane shook his head. “You may pick the best class considering your talent,” said Reynar. “That would defeat the purpose of hiding my talent. I think people will be suspicious. So, I want to enter the worst class and have the advantages of the best class… wait, what’s the difference between them?” asked Kane. He had heard about the classes from Zumi. “Better equipment and facilities, exclusive for the top students. Additionally, they are granted access to the royal library and will be given more resources. For more information, contact our receptionist,” Reynar explained. “Great decision. I will arrange it per your request.” “Thanks,” said Kane. However, he sensed something wasn’t right. Why was Reynar being nice or rather, too nice? He seemed to place high hopes despite Kane having no background or experience in magic. Whatever his intention, it was natural to take advantage of this and so he asked, “Can I not pay tuition fee because, you know, my talent? What’s that thing called again, er-” he snapped his fingers upon recalling the word “-oh yeah, scholarship.” “Unfortunately, there are no scholarships for new elementary students, no exception. To determine whether you’ve met the requirements, all of the academy’s teachers would hold a special meeting to discuss the matter. While your rank 10 talent is exceptional, it is not adequate unless you have proven yourself to be an outstanding student in the future.” “That’s too bad. So, if I can’t pay the tuition fee, I must drop out, then?” Kane asked for confirmation. “I’m afraid that would be the case.” Reynar nodded. “Are you financially troubled, Kane? I could lend my—” “No, thanks for the offer. I can pay without any problem, really,” said Kane. He didn’t want to be indebted to anybody, especially to a stranger with a hidden motive. “I’m done with the questions.” “I understand. We can conclude this conversation.” Reynar stood up. “Ah, before you leave, would you show me the spell that defeated the prodigious prince?” Kane too stood up. “Sure, but where should I point my magic?” “I shall receive it. Do not hold back.” Reynar pointed at himself. Kane began to chant the spell for [Lesser Firebomb]. When the magic circle appeared, Reynar gaped, gawking at the half-oni. He extended his left arm and shouted, “Unranked fire spell: [Lesser Firebomb]!” The small flaming ball shot out from his palm. When entering Reynar’s vicinity, the firebomb hit a transparent barrier. It disappeared without a trace as if it was absorbed. “Your ability to cast a spell is indeed true. However, are you certain that this particular spell defeated him? Do you perhaps have other spells?” “That’s my first and only spell. I learned it from a spellbook. You can ask Teresa for more details because I’m too tired to tell you,” said Kane. “I wonder how in the world you were able to triumph against him by utilizing this… abysmal spell.” Reynar returned to his office seat. “Nonetheless, I’ve been keeping you here long enough. It was a pleasure to converse with you, Kane Foxsnove.” “Same here. Goodbye, Sir Reynar.” Kane turned his back and left the office. As he closed the door gently, a familiar voice rang nearby. “Kane, how did it go?” Athera asked, standing beside Zumi who was leaning against the wall. The two were carrying a small wooden stick. They emitted a faint blue aura. “Nothing much. The vice headmaster just wanted to see my spell,” lied Kane. He must keep the conversation secret after all. Noticing the things that the two girls were holding, he asked, “Where did you two get those?” “We got this rank 1 wand from the previous examiner. She gave one for you too.” Zumi put her hand behind her back and gave the identical wand to Kane. “Is this the special prize?” asked Kane as he examined the wand. “Yup!” Zumi answered with excitement. “This is so lame…” Kane dejected. A low-ranked item like this seemed not worth the trouble he’d been through. Moreover, he’d rather hold a cheap ax than a wand. “Come on, it’s not that bad. A rank 1 wand costs more than 5,000 gold! Don’t you think so, Thera?” “Sorry, Zumi,” said Athera suddenly. “I agree with Kane. I-I have many wands like this. Ah, s-sorry, I didn’t mean to brag…” Zumi pouted and folded her arms. “Hmph! You two can give your wands to me.” “Did you say 5,000 gold? Alright, I’m keeping this thing then,” said Kane. He probably could sell it in case he ran out of money. “I shouldn’t have told him the price…” Zumi grumbled albeit loud enough for Kane to hear it. “Anyway, can I keep yours, Thera?” When Athera gave a nod, Zumi smiled eye to eye and said, “Thank you so much!” She hugged tight the elf. “Can I get a hug too?” asked Kane nonchalantly. “No!” Zumi glared, then she darted her gaze away from Kane’s eyes. “Well, that’s fine. Even though I’m literally the sole reason that we could get the special prize,” Kane gave a sardonic reply. “Wait!” Zumi shouted. She bit her lower lip, “I-I guess you deserve one.” Hearing this, Kane raised his brows. He didn’t think it would work, nor did he want the hug. Zumi moved forward, stretched her arms, and wrapped around his neck. After five seconds, she stepped back, released the hug, and scurried away. “Done! Let’s head back to our home.” “Why are you blushing? It’s just a hug,” said Kane, tilting his head. Zumi kept walking without letting out any sound until she stopped abruptly. “I’m not! Anyway, let’s get out of here.” Kane replied with a shrug and followed her. Athera was too tagged along with them. Together, the three went to the receptionist to receive their aptitude certificates. Fortunately, Kane managed to fool the girls that he had an ordinary paper by quickly hiding it underneath his tribal wear. In front of the academy’s enormous opened gate, they stood, staring at the white structure. “I still can’t believe I’m going to be a student at the most prestigious magic school in this country,” said Zumi out of the blue. “Yeah, it’s… surreal,” Athera agreed. “I wonder what my family’s reaction would be if they saw me wearing the uniform. If only they lived in this city…” Zumi uttered a sigh. “Wouldn’t their reaction be obvious?” asked Kane. “I just want to imagine them, okay?” Zumi rolled her eyes. Kane’s eyes darted at both girls and said, “I must get going. I want to rest as soon as possible.” “Aren’t we all?” Zumi put on a wry smile. “Before any of us go, let’s make a promise.” “What promise?” Kane raised a brow. Athera too showed a similar expression. “Let’s be friends not just during the test, but also the rest of our school days.” “Friends, huh?” muttered Kane. He remembered that he had no people who could be called a friend. Most of them were acquaintances. He never considered them as one anyway. Not even Gako and Xiirag, the two oni children who were glued to his presence. “O-of course!” Athera shouted in an unusual high-pitched tone. Zumi then looked at the half-oni. “What about you, Kane?” “Sure, I don’t mind,” he replied. As long as you’re not in my way. “That settles it!” Zumi beamed. “From now on, we are the number 333 group.” Kane twitched upon hearing the group’s name. He couldn’t stand it, but then again, it didn’t matter. At the same time, Athera was smiling even wider, almost creepily. He didn’t understand why they were so excited. Was having a friend that fun? At what point could a person be considered a friend? Kane had no idea of the answers to those questions nor did he have the interest to find out. Later, they bid goodbye and went separate ways. Before resting at the inn, Kane had the plan to visit a certain shop called Evelyn’s Apothecary.

Kane stood in front of the Reynar’s office. He tapped the door twice, then a voice from inside called, “Please enter.” He pushed the door open and saw Reynar was writing on a large paper. Dipping his quill into the ink, the man said, “Welcome, Kane Foxsnove. I have been anticipating your arrival. Would you like a cup of tea before our tête-à-tête begins?” He gestured toward a set of tea instruments made of porcelain. “Depends. If it’s going to be long, then I would like to.” Kane plopped on the sofa. Reynar gave a warm smile as he stood up. He poured a hot, steaming tea into two cups and served one of them, then sat facing Kane. Kane spoke first. “So, what do you want to talk about?” “First, I would like to congratulate you on becoming a class S candidate. I have heard of your spectacular performance from Vauren. It appears that my judgment was correct for placing my faith in you.” “It was nothing special. Besides, I was struggling because I only have [Lesser Firebomb] in my spell arsenal,” said Kane. “I concur. Relying on [Lesser Firebomb] too much is harmful in the long run.” Reynar reached in his pocket and placed a golden card onto the table. “This is your royal library special pass to access the third floor. The building itself is located on the west wing complex. The grand re-opening will be held next week. As of now, it is closed due to renovation.” “Thanks.” Kane put the card in his breast pocket. “Furthermore, regarding your suspicion that the monsters have been getting stronger, I can confirm that it is true.” “That was fast. What was the cause?” Kane leaned forward. “It was caused by-” Reynar stood up, walked toward the desk, and took something from a drawer. “-this peculiar feather.” He gently placed it on the table. It was a jet black feather inside a cylinder glass. Kane eyed the encased tiny feather. He felt a faint, ominous aura emanating from it. A demon’s feather... no wonder the monsters became stronger. Speaking of which, could it belong to Xervatia's!? No, there’s a possibility that it originated from another demon. Still, the aura is somewhat familiar. “Fascinating, isn't it? Such a small object could influence many monsters in a large area. I must thank you for bringing this issue up, otherwise, the monsters would perhaps have been rampaging toward our academy in the future,” said Reynar. “Don't mention it. Anyway, how and where did you get this?” asked Kane. “I merely traveled into the area by myself and immediately sensed the dreadful aura. Hence, I let that aura become my guide. The stronger it is, the closer I am toward the source. I found the feather stuck between random tree leaves deep in the forest.” “That's impressive.” Kane nodded. “And what are you going to do with it?” “Good question.” Reynar was silent for a moment before giving his answer. “I wished to display this exquisite feather in the royal library. However, I am concerned that it will attract evil beings, be it monsters or humans. Therefore, I am going to give this to one of my colleagues for a present.” Kane did not give a reply; he was thinking about one. What would be the perfect response? He wanted the feather so badly because he believed that it would help him in finding Xervatia. At the same time, he didn’t want to sound desperate and be used for Reynar’s benefit. So he asked once more, “Does your colleague live here?” Reynar narrowed his eyes. “I am afraid that I cannot tell you the exact location. He lives two kingdoms away from here.” Too far! Kane was dismayed upon hearing the answer. Moreover, Reynar kept the location secret, which meant stealing it was out of the question. “My, aren’t you an inquisitive one, Kane Foxsnove? Ah, you must be interested in this item.” “No, I didn’t mean to…” Kane fidgeted, his voice was shaky. His intention was exposed. “I do not mind, Kane. If you fulfill my request, the feather shall be your reward.” Reynar smiled. There it is, the ‘give and take’ approach. Kane had no choice but to hear what Reynar had to say. All because of his blunder. “What’s your request, then?” “Nothing too complicated. You must participate and be victorious at the Official Apprentice Magic Tournament.” Kane opened his mouth slightly, without letting out any sound. He then said, “I must win what?” Reynar relaxed his posture, reclining on the sofa. “Allow me to explain further. Official Mage Apprentice Tournament, or O.M.A.T, is a grand competition between students from various magic academies. More precisely, a duel to show whose magic is the strongest.” “Magic duel? So it’s like my previous battle with Lucrais.” “That is correct, except no enchanted ring nor battle equipment are allowed to ensure the fairness of the duel,” said Reynar. “Is that so? That’s a shame,” Kane uttered a sigh. He wouldn’t be able to do tricks with his ax. “I assume that you are interested in participating in the tournament?” “Sure, why not.” Kane shrugged. He loved to battle, though he doubted if he would still like it with only magic involved. He did enjoy the duel against Lucrais, though. “I understand. Then I will—” “Wait, before I agree with your terms, I want one more thing,” interrupted Kane. Reynar’s eyes narrowed for a brief moment, still maintaining his smile. “As long as it’s within my capability.” “I will not be required to attend mandatory classes anymore except when they’re related to magic.” He wanted to have more time for doing something meaningful rather than sitting in the class, listening to lessons that were useless to achieving his goal. Silence descended. Reynar put up a straight face until he laughed, “Ahahahaha!” His laughter lasted for a while. “What’s so funny?” Kane squinted his eyes. Reynar wiped his tears and said, “I forgot that you are still a child. Here I have been thinking that you are an adult all along. Please, pardon my inappropriate behavior.” Kane didn’t know whether he should be relieved because his secret was hidden or feel insulted for being called a child. Either way, he waited for Reynar to speak again. He coughed once before continuing, “I will grant your request when you become the grand champion of the tournament.” “Fine by me,” agreed Kane. “When does this tournament start?” “One year, two weeks, and six days from now,” said Reynar. “Hm, what a short amount of time. I must make preparations, then.” “That would be the best course of action. In addition, your tutor will arrive here approximately a week later.” “So, they aren’t from this academy?” asked Kane. “Most likely, no. I regrettably do not know his history too well. Nevertheless, I believe he is the perfect person to unleash your talent to full potential. The tutor specializes in handling level 8 talent and above.” “All of these for winning a tournament. Is it that important to you? Why are you putting so much trust in me?” Kane had figured out the reasons of Reynar’s goodwill toward him. It became obvious after he mentioned the tournament. “You manage to grasp my intention quickly. Very brilliant,” praised Reynar. “O.M.A.T is significant to determine the academy upstanding in the world’s magic society. Not only does it benefit the champion, but the champion’s academy also receives an enormous boost of reputation. The better the reputation, the higher the quality students will attend. The opposite is also true. In fact, Niflenia Academy once held the highest win streak record of the tournament.” Kane switched his gaze toward the dusty trophies in the room. “Hm, I guess you haven’t been winning since then.” *Blam!* Reynar slammed the table and made the tea spill all over the place. Luckily, Kane already grabbed his teacup in time. He was staring at enraged Reynar in silence, observing his darkened expression. “I have… not, ever since the talent of this kingdom dropped considerably due to their laziness and arrogance. From the grand champion to runner-ups to not even passing the open-qualifier. We were gradually becoming the object of ridicule in the world’s magic society. Indeed, we are the best magic academy in this kingdom, yet at the same time one of the worst in this world. This is truly a dark time for our academy, and I despaired while reliving the past-” Reynar looked back at Kane, “-until you came.” “Me?” Kane pointed at himself. “That is correct.” Reynar nodded. “With your talent and your combat prowess, you have more than the potential to reach the semi-final—no, to become the grand champion!” Seeing how excited Reynar was made Kane felt uncomfortable. Despite that, he asked again, "What about the class S students? Aren’t they capable enough?" “Oh, those people.” Reynar’s face turned cold as ice. “They are quite talented, I must admit. Unfortunately, they are too pampered and lack enough ambition to become stronger, unlike you. There is one exception, however…” His gaze drifted toward the window. “However?” Kane took a sip. “You shall perceive my meaning better when you meet her.” Reynar smiled bitterly. “Is there any more questions, Kane?” “My last question: are you the one who let Calypso enter this school and arranged his dorm room placement? If so, why?” Reynar was taken aback before answering, “Ah, Prince Calypso must have told you. Indeed, I allowed him to pass despite failing the exam. His magic potential is phenomenal and thus I have made a special exception.” “You haven’t answered me completely,” pressed Kane. “How do I put this… I wished you two would get along since you both are precious for this academy’s future. Additionally, perhaps you may gain insight from him and vice versa.” “So, it’s not for your entertainment purposes, then?” “Of course not! Well… truth be told, I must admit that you are not entirely false,” Reynar laughed awkwardly. Kane was silent. He had expected an answer to something like that yet he was still wondering how a vice-headmaster of a dignified magic school could be so mischievous. A moment later, the conversation between them ended with a handshake. As Kane pulled open the door, he saw three familiar figures. Zumi, Athera, and even Brian were standing outside. “So, why are you all here?” asked Kane. He had realized those three presences were out in the hallway halfway through the conversation. “Uhh, we were worried about you after the duel with Lucrais. When we visited the infirmary, you were already gone and we were told to ask Vauren. He told us that you’ll be here,” explained Zumi, avoiding Kane’s gaze. “Hm, I’m thankful for your concern, Zumi.” Kane smiled. “So you weren’t eavesdropping, then?” “Well… a little bit,” she let out a defeated sigh. “What about you two?” He turned toward Athera and Brian. “I-I was forced… by Zumi,” said Athera.“Same here,” added Brian casually. “How dare you both just ditch me like that? I thought you also care about Kane…” Zumi’s face reddened as she shouted, causing both Athera and Brian to explode with laughter. “You all… care about me?” asked Kane in disbelief. They looked at each other before Zumi said, “Well, yeah. You are our friend after all. Although, I haven’t forgiven you for pushing me down and carrying Athera like that.” “What… What the hell, Kane?” Brian’s eyes bulged, mixed with surprise and anger. “Yeah, tell him, Brian!” “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I’m jealous of you-” His head was smacked by Zumi. “-Ouch!” “Geez, you’re no different than him.” Zumi was flustered. “C-calm down, Zumi,” Athera interjected. Kane was watching their banter as he contemplated. He was reminded of what Zumi said that he is their friend. He didn’t understand. How could they consider him a friend in a mere few days? In his experience, people including Kane had to carefully place their trust in someone. It would take weeks and even months, since betrayals were as common as rabbits. What a different world he lived in — and for the first time, Kane felt at ease. “Haha…” Kane chuckled a little. The three stopped bickering and looked over the half-oni. “What’s the matter, Kane?” asked Zumi. “Nothing.” He shook his head. “Zumi, did you hear all of the conversations?” “No, I only heard something about a tournament, and it wasn’t that clear,” said Zumi. Kane was relieved that she didn’t hear the feather part. He then told everyone regarding the O.M.A.T while they descended the staircase. “So the vice-headmaster forced you to enter the tournament and you have to become the grand champion? That’s absurd!” shouted Zumi. “Well, yes but actually no. He technically didn’t force me and offered a reward.” “Which is?” asked Brian. “Not having to attend a class every day,” replied Kane with a smile. “Seriously? If I were you, I would ask something more. Money, for example,” said Brian. “No, that reward is perfect. I wonder if I somehow entered the tournament and became the grand champion, would I get the same treatment?” added Zumi. “Perhaps? Just go ask Sir Reynar.” Kane could not tell them that he would get an additional reward, which was the demonic black feather. For him, it was ten times more important than money because it was the only clue he had to find Xervatia. “Ehm, Kane? Please be careful… when you enter that t-tournament,” warned Athera. “Why is that?” “It's f-full of prodigies with frightening... magic. From what I heard… at least.” “Where did you hear that?” asked Zumi. “I overheard it… from my sister.” “Thanks for the warning, Thera.” Kane then patted Athera's head. “Don't worry, I’m always prepared.” Athera's face immediately turned hot red while Zumi was being nosy as usual. Arriving at the main floor, they separated. Before heading to the dorm, Kane practiced physical training, swinging his ax until stars showed themselves. In his barrack, he saw Calypso meditating on the bed. Kane ignored him and changed his clothes. Several moments later, the prince opened his eyes. “Next time, knock before you enter,” warned Calypso. “Why should I knock on my room? Are you afraid of getting seen when changing?” "N-not at all! It's common courtesy to knock before entering a room." "Anyway, I’m surprised that you’re still here. I thought you hated me,” said Kane. “Believe me, I have tried to exchange my keys with someone else’s. All of them refused since they somehow know the fact that you are in this room. I abandoned the attempt after three tries. Simply a waste of time.” “Better luck next time, then.” Kane lie on the bed, closing his eyes. Silence descended in this room. The night was peaceful until Calypso broke it. “Between me and Habborleigh, who’s stronger?” “Why do you ask that?” “...Nevermind. Forget what I have uttered.” He lay on the bed too. “You, of course. In terms of talent and techniques, you’re definitely superior,” he replied. “Then why were you struggling against her?” “Couldn’t you tell? I couldn’t use my trusty ax! She’s also clever with her tactics.” Kane uttered a sigh. “...Oh.” Kane rolled over, facing Calypso. “You’re upset that she almost beat me, aren’t you?” “W-what are you saying? There is no way I would get upset by such a trivial matter.” His voice became higher than usual. “Don’t even try to hide it. I too know the feeling when your rival is beaten by someone weaker than you.” “Stop pretending that you know everything! I couldn’t care less about your past,” he yelled. “...Fine, whatever.” Kane rolled over and faced the wall. One week passed by. Kane’s life as a student was better than before. Not only was his shoulder completely healed, his classmates no longer shunned him for being a half-oni since his duel with Lucrais. Speaking of her, she was simply an acquaintance for him yet somewhat close as they talked occasionally. As for Calypso, he kept his distance with Kane while in the classroom as always.

Kane rested his ax on his shoulder. His eyes darted around the downed Zumi and Athera, then finally stopped at Calypso. “It seems like I was too late. Don’t worry, I’ll make this one quick.” He pointed his weapon at the opponent. “Have you… completed it?” asked Zumi with a weak voice. “Yeah, now I can feel my mana circulating in my body,” answered Kane. “Ahahahaha!” Calypso laughed, gaining attention from the two. “A half-oni has boldly claimed that he has mana? I believe your head had messed up during that battle.” “You can be the first one to have the taste of my spell, sissy prince. Although, I must use my ax so this ends fast.” Kane’s eyes lit up. An invisible yet menacing aura emanated from them. Calypso shuddered for a moment. His face contorted. “You are deeply mistaken if you think you can achieve victory against me easily, especially with that injury.” “I only need one arm to beat an arrogant kid like you.” “How insolent!” Calypso shouted in fury. Two deep blue magic circles flashed. “Attention! Please heed this emergency announcement.” A hoarse but feminine voice interrupted both Kane and Calypso. It originated from the bat that functioned as an observer. “Due to unforeseen circumstances, an additional rule must be implemented at short notice. Here is the following new rule: “Should any participant choose to assault other fellow participants, he or she ought to use their magic power. Any physical contact that is not under spell influence is strictly prohibited”,” announced Teresa in a flat tone. “Those kids won’t understand this message, Reynar,” whispered Teresa in the background. The sound of crumpled paper being thrown away emitted from the bat. “Basically, go nuts with your spells, don’t fight like a brute. You’ll be disqualified immediately if you break this rule. Sorry for taking your time and good luck.” The voice ceased. Silence descended upon the area. Both Kane and Calypso put a blank expression after hearing the announcement. A moment later, Kane yelled, “Are you kidding me!?” He furrowed, clenching his teeth. The rule put him into a very disadvantageous situation. It was obvious that Teresa was watching and decided to mess with him. “Ha, it appears the new rule had severely handicapped your strength. I doubt that you knew any spell so just admit defeat already!” Calypso sneered. “Oh, I know a spell.” Kane extended his right arm. Even with the severe injury, he was able to move his arm with some limitations. A red magic circle appeared in two seconds. “What in the—” Calypso stuttered. “Unranked fire spell: [Lesser Firebomb]!” Kane’s palm shot a flaming black sphere. It had a straight trajectory then it bounced off the ground after a short distance. The sphere landed on the ground once more, triggering an explosion in a small radius, leaving behind a trail of black smoke. “Ahahahahaha! You actually learned that joke spell! As expected from a half-oni,” Calypso cracked up, covering his face. “A joke spell?” asked Kane. He had never heard of this term before. “Ahh, well. I’ll explain since you’re utterly deplorable.” Calypso wiped his tears off. “[Lesser Firebomb] is, in reality, a decent spell and has a short cast time. However, its range is abysmal and its projectile is so sluggish, a baby could dodge it with ease! It also has considerable mana cost for such a meager effect.” Kane stroke his chin. He was convinced with the explanation, but he decided to ask Zumi for confirmation, “Is what he said true, Zumi?” “It’s true…” Zumi nodded. She proceeded to plant her cheek on the ground. “We’re finished…” “Perhaps this is karma for your mockery. I shall end you swiftly from this shame.” Calypso chanted and shot two ice spears. “Rank 1 water spell: [Icy Spear]. Full power!” They were bigger and faster than before. Upon entering Kane’s ax range, he swiped with his weapon. It immediately shattered the spears. They were tossed aside as if it was nothing. “My favorite spell… vanished just like that?” Calypso dismayed. “And isn’t that violating the new rule?” “The rule didn’t say that blocking a spell with a weapon is not allowed. Now, it’s my turn,” said Kane nonchalantly. The spell was simply too slow for Kane’s eyes. He then pointed upward and launched a couple of [Lesser Firebomb] in succession. They lobbed onto where Calypso stood. “Even if you attempt to cover the distance by lobbing them, it becomes easier to dodge them!” Calypso dashed forward. A series of explosions occurred far behind him. He chanted other double spells. “Rank 1 water spell: [Glacier Wall] times two!” Two long ice walls erected from Kane’s right and left, pinching him between them. Due to the narrow gap, his movement became restricted so he ran toward the enemy. He extended his ax frontward. Calypso shot a barrage of ice spears. However, Kane deflected them with ease as he advanced. It only took a while before he reached Calypso. “You can’t dodge if I shot it from here, right?” Kane pushed his right palm forward and cast the spell. *Boom!!* An explosion was detonated between the palm and the prince. The thick smoke covered the two, unsure of the result. As the smoke faded away, only one of them could be seen standing. The ice wall too started becoming a mist. “Phew. I should never have done that. Ow, this is painful,” said Kane, twitching his right hand. It was charred and had several small open wounds. Fortunately, he could still move his fingers. Meanwhile, Calypso was blown back, still standing. The explosion tore a big hole in his suit, exposing his stomach. A spot on his white skin, though small, was also charred.. The blue aura he had before was gone. “H-how could this joke spell possess such strong firepower!” He covered the black spot while grimacing. “Hell if I know.” Kane shrugged. “Anyway, this spell isn’t that bad after all. I quite like it.” Calypso forced a smile and provoked, “Attempt that once more, I dare you.” “No, thanks. I have a much better idea.” Kane put his black palm facing skyward. The firebomb was propelled up in the air. After reaching a certain height, It dropped onto the ground, pulled by gravity. “A suicidal move?” Calypso convulsed. Kane put his weapon behind his neck. “No. This is for you.” When the ball almost landed, he swung the ax wide, hitting the ball. The projectile traveled at high speed, even faster than the previous ice spears. By the time Calypso saw this, the ball struck him and exploded. Once again, he was blown away by the violent wind. “I won’t let you rest!” Kane repeated the same move. However, Calypso managed to get up despite his now pitiful appearance and leaped to his right. The ball hit the ground and exploded afar from him. He ran toward the trees, hiding among them. “Heh, have you become a coward? Where’s that previous bravery?” sneered Kane. “S-silence! Protecting oneself behind cover is a viable and respected tactic,” Calypso shouted from behind one of the trees. Kane clicked his tongue and murmured, “This is annoying. What should I do?” Suddenly, another idea popped up in his mind. He repeated the move once more, but this time, he shot two firebombs in quick succession. Hitting the firebomb one at the time, Kane propelled them at the prince's location. The first projectile destroyed the cover, exposing Calypso to be in a vulnerable position. The second one hit him directly. He collided with another tree in the vicinity and produced a loud thud. The battered Calypso leaned against the bark with his head facing downward. Blood dripped down from his head. It was unknown whether he was still conscious or not. And so Kane approached him to check his condition. “I must say, that was an interesting battle, prince. Oh yeah, I won’t call you sissy anymore because you’re quite capable despite your age,” Kane chuckled. “Looks like you can’t hear me. Well, I’m gonna take your cores.” He reached out for the pouch that hung on Calypso’s belt and took it. A hand grabbed Kane’s tribal wear and yanked it. Calypso opened his eyes, forced a grin. He hovered his palm toward the swollen arm and said, “Surrender at once… If you wish to… have your arm intact.” He began to chant the [Icy Spear] spell. Kane stared at the prince and raised his brows. “You have good tenacity. But-” With his right hand, he pinched Calypso’s philtrum and his lower lip, sealing his mouth shut. The magic circle faded when he stopped chanting. “-it’s useless. Here, an escape shard for you.” Kane threw the shard beside him. It had been in his pouch all this time. “Use that immediately or I will cast several [Lesser Firebomb] toward the sky so it’ll land here directly above you. I will be at a safe distance, of course. I promise it won’t be lethal.” Calypso contorted. His eyes bulged. He let out a muffled scream. No matter how much he struggled to remove the pinching fingers, his strength did not bother Kane at all. “In a count of three, I will cast the spell. One,” Kane counted. Calypso eyed the shard. He tried to grasp it, but he failed several times. His arm was too weak because of the previous explosion. “Two.” Calypso knocked off the shard unintentionally. His muffled screams became louder. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes. “Three.” Kane began to chant the spell. However, the prince finally grasped the escape shard. A green beacon lit from his hand. Calypso closed his eyes, let out a sigh from his nose. Yet, the firebomb was launched anyway. Calypso screamed again, but this time was clearer because Kane had released the pinch. “Sorry, I stopped the chant halfway yet the spell still appeared so… good luck. I hope you escape in time!” Kane fled the scene, leaving Calypso behind without looking back. The loud cry was followed by a bang from behind. Kane was uncertain whether the prince was hit by the spell or not, but he didn’t care. His mind was preoccupied with a sudden headache after he cast the spell. It lasted for a while. “Kane, you’re back… Did you win?” Zumi asked. “The twins suddenly… were taken away by the green light.” “Yeah, I’ve defeated him. I even took his pouch,” replied Kane while examining the dislocated shoulder. The skin area was red and swollen. “That… is a relief…” Zumi rested her head against Kane’s left arm, closing her eyes. Suddenly, she woke up and said, “Ah! I was too sleepy and my shoulder hurts so…” “It’s alright.” Kane smiled and turned solemn in a few seconds. “Anyway, we must treat your shoulder immediately. Bite this hard and don’t let go.” He placed the ax’s handle onto her mouth. “What did you mean—” Before Zumi could say more, it was already shoved into her mouth. Kane pushed her down so she lay on the ground. He then whispered, “This is going to be painful, but you’ll be grateful afterward.” He raised his left fist and slammed it onto the dislocated shoulder. “!!!!!” Zumi clenched her jaw. Her strong bite left a mark on the wooden shaft. She hadn’t cried upon receiving the injury yet right now, her tears and mucus flowed profusely. “There, your shoulder has returned to the normal position. It doesn’t mean it’s fully treated so we should visit a doctor or a healer,” said Kane. He removed the ax from her mouth and tucked it inside of his tribal wear. Zumi wiped her the fluid secretion from her orifices. Glaring at Kane, she muttered, “Kane, you… monster…” She then realized he was already near Athera so she decided to lay down. Athera slowly opened her eyes. When she woke up, the elf saw Kane in front of her. Startled, she backed against the rocky wall. “K-Kane? How long have y-you been standing there?” “Just a moment ago.” “Then, where’s the prince?” she asked again, avoiding eye contact. “A-and, is Zumi alright?” “I’ve defeated him and Zumi is going to be fine, I think,” replied Kane. He stared at Athera’s thigh wound and said, “Sorry I was too late to help you two. That meditation took a long time.” “No problem… At least you’ve won. I knew you would.” Her lip curved upward a bit. She stood up and started walking despite the fact that she winced every time she moved her left leg. Suddenly, Kane grabbed Athera’s arm and said, “Let’s go to the beacon. This time, we’ll take it slow.” He put her arm to wrap over his neck and walked at a brisk pace. Little did he know of the expressions the girls were currently making. The observing bat who watched the three from the tree flew away.

T-Minus 6   The display by his bedside glowed blue, rousing him from his dreams. The lights in his room brightened to maximum, further blinding him. He covered his eyes with his pillow, groaning in pain. “Jesus. Fuck.”   Oliver cursed under his breath as he slid out of bed. His foot touched the ground with a loud “crompch”. “Fucking hell, Spicy Seaweed.”   He kicked the empty bag away. It settled itself in the corner where the trash bin was located, accepting its home among other rubbish that didn’t quite make it in. He went through his routine upon stumbling into the wash closet: water, shave, coffee. Too soon, the clock chimed. 06:00. Rolling his shoulders, the engineer left his room to join the stream of people heading toward the lift as usual.   Oliver arrived at the Engineering Bay to grab his toolbox. Although he did the majority of the heavy lifting yesterday, Lab 5C’s drones still needed repairs. No explosions, although he did burn his fingers. Not to mention he got roped into their laser testing. He sighed at the memory. Not a day goes by quietly with that lab.   The aerospace engineer found himself back in 5C’s hangar, welding makeshift plating onto the drones. The laboratory’s hangar bay was separated from the Engineering bay’s much larger hangar to prevent interference between operations. Consequently, this meant that the workspace was much smaller, and there were fewer machines to work with.   Soup hammered away at the dents on the hull, restoring the flush cylindrical shape of the probe. He lowered the hammer and signaled the maintenance engineer. “Good to go, Hensley.” “Alright, let’s fit the cap of the whipple shield back onto the drone.”   The scientist turned engineer assistant pulled on a lever, lowering the drone onto a massive cart. They positioned themselves on opposite sides of the spacecraft and pushed it forwards into a suspended aluminum cap. It creaked and groaned as the vehicle rolled forward, assisting the men in moving the multi-ton ship. With a resounding clang, the armored cap fit snugly onto the front of the ship. “That’ll do it,” Oliver announced, brushing his hands on his uniform. “I can handle the welding, you go ahead and test out the systems,” Soup offered.   A klaxon blared. “Attention all department heads, emergency declared. Please make your way to the situation room.”   They looked up from their work. The announcement repeated itself another two times as Toast barreled into the hangar. “Soup, you’re in charge! I’ll be back in a bit!” “Sure thing, boss.”   Toast disappeared out the lab in a flurry of lab coats. As the door slammed, Bacon poked her head into the hangar with a worried look on her face. “What should we do?” she asked. “Continue with the testing,” Soup responded without looking up from his welding. “The higher ups wanted scans on those anomalies and they wanted them two months ago.”   Oliver paused in his systems check. “I should probably return to Engineering,” he muttered.   He quickly completed the preliminary checks. The drones’ basic functions were functional. As long as they didn’t treat them too roughly, it should hold until he came back for a more thorough checkup. He stowed everything away and bade the two scientists farewell as he went back to the Engineering Bay where there was a maelstrom of panic. “Oliver, you’re back,” his friend, Daniel, said, pulling him aside. “What’s happening? Has the chief returned?”   Daniel nodded, gesturing at the workers hurrying back and forth out of the rooms. “They’ve called some people, but no one’s actually said anything yet.” “Hensley, Jiang!” the chief called with some apt timing, pointing at the two of them with his clipboard. “Get to the Drone Command Center.” “On it, Chief.”   The two hustled towards Drone Operations, the core of the Engineering Department. Standing inside was a good portion of the Shift One technicians, and the rest were filing in by the minute. The room was packed, and the air suffocating. Those who couldn’t fit stood in the hall with their ears pricked. “Is everybody here? Good enough. We’ve got an emergency on our hands. A tanker rendezvousing with the station, the UEA Blue Whale, was struck by debris. One of their rear fuel tanks ruptured, causing the ship to spin out of control. Their RCS are out, and they can’t maneuver. Station command has put the burden on us to recover the crew, specifically their Navigator.”   He brought up an orbital map of Triton on the main screen. “They’re in a sub-orbital trajectory with Triton. We’ve got four or five hours until they hit the surface. However, the closest point of approach will be in three hours. This is our window of opportunity. They’ve launched several escape craft. Those’ll be easy enough to recover. The main problem is that the ship’s spinning too fast to dock any drones or shuttles with. The remaining crew are trapped in the forward command module, where the force exerted on them by the spin of the ship is too high to circumvent. We need ideas.” “Why don’t we grapple the tanker with a drone?” “The drones don’t have enough acceleration to match velocity. We’re talking a three or four kilometers a second relative velocity here. The escape craft themselves are light enough to grapple on an intercept trajectory, but the tanker would tear itself to pieces.” “What about the shuttle?” “It’s got a little more to work with. We could catch up with the ship but we certainly don’t have enough to get back.” “We’d fall into the atmosphere.” “Not to mention the fact that we’d need to stop the ship from spinning first,” the chief reminded. “Why don’t we crash a drone into the tanker. Counter the spin,” Daniel suggested. “What? Why?” “If we hit the ship on the end, we could stop, or at least slow down the rotation. Then we could dock with the shuttle,” Oliver explained, catching on to the plan. “It might alter the course as well, give us a little more time for the rescue.” “What about fuel?” “The tanker’s full of it. We’ll do a docked refuel,” Daniel continued. “That’s crazy enough to work.” “We’ll need a decent pilot to ensure a hit.” “I can do it no problem,” a young woman raised her hand. “I’ll leave that to you then, Lucky.” “Which drone should we use?” “We need all the operational ones to recover the escape pods, so one of the older spares.”   They all looked at Oliver. ***   For once, Oliver had the chance to burst in on 5C instead of the other way around. He shoved open the door and headed straight for their hangar, followed by the entire group of aerospace engineers. The usual trio were still there, welding together the mishap they had caused. “What? What’re you doing here?” Toast asked, looking up at the ruckus. “Shouldn't you be dealing with the Whale thing?” “We’re here to requisition your drones,” Oliver explained as he pointed his boys at the mostly repaired drones laying about. “These are not the drones you’re looking for!” Toast immediately proclaimed, hugging the closest ship. “Move, you’re obstructing a rescue operation,” the engineer commanded, shooing the scientist away. “On whose authority?” “Mine, which was given to me by Chief Engineer Joseph Edington of the 22nd Nereid Engineering Division. Now, get the fuck out of my way before I stuff you into the launch tube.”   The intimidated scientist abdicated and retreated into the corner of the hangar. Oliver motioned for Soup to come towards him. “What can I do for you, Hensley?” “Have you started welding the cap yet?” “I was about to.” “Good. Hold off on that and come with me.”   Several of the engineers produced a table and placed it in front of Oliver. They began sketching up their ideas for the drone redesign, drawing lines and intricate equations. Bacon curiously wandered up to them. She looked over the various proposals to modify the drone and picked one out. “Ah, you could get a better thrust to weight ratio if you removed the number five and seven fuel tanks,” she suggested.   Oliver motioned for her to continue. She hesitated for a moment, before pointing at the blueprint. “The strut layout for the forward plate isn’t optimal, you could risk structural failure on collision. How about a sixty-five degree corner here instead of sixty?” “How come you’re not an engineer?” Oliver inquired. “Ah, I’m only good with numbers,” she shrugged. "We've got the design department for that. I can talk with the Chief." "I'll need her here to keep me sane," Soup interjected. He motioned towards Toast, who was still moping in a corner. "Understandable."   The team of aerospace engineers immediately set to work. They completely reworked the broken drones, repairing them faster than what Oliver could do in a week, even with the help of Toast and co. Soon, they unraveled the refurbished drone in all of its glory. It sported a new flat head coated with a thick layer of rubber to soften the impact and prevent shattering. They removed as many of the fuel tanks as they could to prevent the craft from exploding on impact. “Wait, are we getting these back?” Toast asked Oliver as he and his coworkers were moving the drones toward the launch tube in the back. “Relax, we’ll send you new ones after this,” Oliver promised. “I’ll deliver them to you.” “New ones? You mean the new Mark Sevens?” “In your dreams,” the engineer corrected, remembering the state of which these drones they were taking were formerly in.   Oliver popped open his toolbox and got to work. They were sending the sturdiest of the repaired ones out on its suicide mission. The rest were to support the drones picking up those who had managed to escape. “Fuel her up! Get that tanker over here!”   The pilot, ‘Lucky’, was being briefed by Bacon and Soup. “We’re thinking a relative velocity of around one kilometer a second. You need to aim for the rear of the ship. There’s a layer of reinforced carbon which should take the brunt of the shock without shattering. We’ll link a countdown to your HUD. Since the ship is spinning relative towards us, perfect timing is absolutely necessary.” “I can do it.” “Main Engine, check. RCS thrusters, check. Visual feed established. Power supply is adequate. Radiators look good. Flight control systems green across the board.” “I’ll only fuel this one up to fifteen percent for the collision, is that enough to work with?” “More than enough, sir.” *** “Are we ready?” the chief asked over the comm systems. “Launch preparations complete,” Oliver replied after he got a confirmation nod from one of the other technicians. “Load her into Tube One, call up the rescue shuttle and tell them we’re good to go.”   Together, they loaded up the first drone into the corresponding tube. The pilots jogged back to Drone Command and took their positions. Oliver took his own position, readying the other drones to follow the suicidal one out. “Drone Ops to Chief, data link complete.” “Shuttle Two to Drone Command, we’re fueled up and ready.”   Through the comm line were the cracking sounds of knuckles popping. Oliver winced. The chief really needed to stop that habit his. “Commence operation!”   The drones shot out from their tubes, assisted by the magnetic launch rails. Their radiators extended and glowed a faint orange. They formed around the single modified drone as their pilots placed the computer into navigation mode. Following the pre-planned waypoints, the drones separated and began retrieving the launched escape pods. The modified drone continued straight ahead in a collision course with the condemned tanker. Lucky, the pilot, reported in. “Drone four-oh-ten, fifteen or so minutes ‘till impact.” “Shuttle Two to Drone, we’re five minutes behind you and plotting an intercept.” “Showtime.”   The fleet of ships rushed forwards. Oliver, along with the rest of the technicians, ran to the engineering hanger and awaited for the recovery team to return. There he saw a familiar face. “Emerson.” “Hensley. Good work on the drones.” “They called you up for the rescue mission too?” “Naturally. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to their Navigator.” “I see.”   The two listened in to the radio callouts. “Drone four-oh-fifty, escape pod grappled. I am RTB.” “Drone four-oh-fifty-three, good hit on the pod. Reeling her in.” “Five minutes until impact.” “Shuttle Two to Blue Whale, brace for impact. I repeat, brace for impact.” “Closing in at nine-hundred meters a second. Impact in three, two, one.”   The engineers and doctors sat in silent anticipation. Oliver clenched his fists, his arms crossed to muffle the squeeks of leather straining. His teeth creaked as he stared at his boots. Daniel took a knee next to him, muttering quiet prayers for success. Any further and he believed Daniel would start rocking back and forth on his heels. “Shuttle Two, confirmed impact, good hit, good hit!”   Cheers and shouts resounded across the drone hangar. Oliver released his fingers. Small indentations remained in his palm. This was probably what those idiots from 5C felt every time one of their wild endeavours actually worked. “Beginning deceleration burn, looks like the impact sheared off a lot of debris.” “Drone Command to Shuttle Two, you’ve got thirty minutes left.” “We can be done in twenty-five. Docking ring looks intact. Everyone comfortabe back there? Off your asses and on your feet! Docking now.” “Fifty… Twenty… Ten… Contact! Solid lock. Pressurizing.” “Move! Let’s go!”   Indistinct noises played over the radio. Oliver could hear distant shouting and clanging, followed by white noise. “We’ve got them!”   The technicians cheered again. Emerson gave Oliver a thumbs up. He returned it. The technicians in the hangar gave each other pats on the back or claps on each other’s shoulders. They did it. “Beginning refueling operation. Ten minutes until we top off.” “We’re gonna need medical attention back at the station. We’ve got broken bones and some major lacerations.” “Doctors on duty are already here. Just get them home.” “Roger.”   The drones had successfully snatched the other escape craft and were already on the way back to the station with them in tow. With a thud, their magnetic skids collided with the retrieval bay elevator. Inside, the technicians covered their ears as the sound of screeching metal echoed throughout the bay. Emerson left to meet up with those arriving, leaving Oliver and the rest of the tech boys listening to the radio calls of those outside the station in case anything came up again. “Drones landing now, prepare to close the hangar doors.”   Inside, they could hear the groan of gears and machinery as the massive hanger doors outside slammed down. The air cyclers hissed to life as they began pressurizing the outer section of the hanger. The hangar crew cleared out of the area. “Emergency pressurization, move away!”   With a lot of effort, the interior hangar bulkhead opened as the retrieval elevator brought the drones inside. O₂ rushed to equalize the pressure difference, blowing loose equipment and vehicles around the bay. With a clang, the elevator finished descending, and the engineers flooded in to retrieve the drones. “Get them out of here! Move!” “We’ve got to clear the elevator for the shuttle!”   The men popped open the pods and haphazardly dragged the survivors out. Several of the technicians grabbed onto the drones and began pulling, lugging them off the elevator. Oliver joined them, carrying the survivors out of the way of the drones.   The radio call outs were now announcing the safe evacuation of those remaining in the tanker. All that remained was to return. The team of engineers gave out another round of cheers. Half of the mission was done. Oliver patted his chest, standing with Daniel to the side as they watched the doctors rush in. Emerson was among them, wobbling along on her legs as she sorted out who needed immediate attention and who could wait elsewhere. “Shuttle Two to Command, refueling complete. Detaching umbilical now!” “Drone Command to Shuttle Two, three minutes before the point of no return, you’d better leg it.” “Affirm. Everyone strapped in back there? Initiating full burn!”   With the rest of the drones cleared off the elevator, and the shuttle minutes away from returning, the engineers retreated back into the hangar control center. The elevator operator tapped on his keyboard, and the elevator ascended back into the ceiling.   Daniel went ahead to the docking site, while Oliver approached the team of doctors giving first aid to those exiting the escape craft. “Emerson,” he called. “The second group’s about to arrive.”   She hummed her acknowledgement, although she didn’t look up from the scratch she was treating. Only once she finished bandaging it did she nod with satisfaction and look up at Oliver. “Lead the way.”   Oliver guided her through the throng of people transporting the injured out to the station’s main Hospital further in, where there was better equipment to monitor their status. She pulled a few of her coworkers along with them, speaking only a few words to explain the situation. Daniel and the other engineers were already waiting at the elevator, prepped for the shuttle’s arrival. “What’s their ETA?” Oliver asked. “Ten to fifteen minutes,” a pilot responded. “Any idea on the range of injuries?” Emerson asked. “How many people injured?” “Broken bones and lacerations at the worse,” Daniel replied. “We’re not sure how many.”   She nodded, sending some of her helpers for more stretchers. Oliver and the others were still listening in to the live reports, waiting for the moment the shuttle docked and they would have to get to work. “Command to Shuttle Two, you’re coming in too fast.” “We’re really low on fuel, that course correction was way too much.” “Command to Shuttle Two, change course, change course!” “Hang on, this is gonna be rough!”   The bystanders watched in anticipation from the hangar control room monitor. The shuttle swung around and began burning in the opposite direction. Their velocity decreased under the force of several gees. Their twin nuclear thermal rockets blasted flames outwards, charring the hull of the station. With a crash, the shuttle’s landing skids smashed into the elevator, denting it. The pressure of the impact shattered the left landing leg, causing the entire craft to tilt and skid across the platform. Sparks flew as the ship rolled to a stop. “Bring down the elevator! Quickly!”   They repeated the same process from ten minutes ago, pressurizing and retrieving the damaged shuttle. The elevator grinded to a halt inside the hangar, and the medical team rushed forth. “Medic!” “Get the Navigator over here! Move, get out of the way!”   Dr. Emerson and her co-worker extracted the bloody and battered Navigator from the shuttle rescue team and laid him into a stretcher. Emerson and another doctor that came as support rolled him out first, shouting for everyone to move. Her co-worker remained, instructing the technicians around her to arrange the injured from worst to best. Oliver and the others began to move those inside out, lowering them gently on the floor or on prepared stretchers depending on the doctor’s verdict of their condition. None of those on the tanker had died, thankfully, although many of them sported cuts and lacerations across various parts of their bodies. Some could walk out on their own, though none rejected Oliver’s and the others’ offer to help them down. “Is that everyone?” she asked. “Everyone’s been accounted for.”   The doctor signaled for her team to move the injured out to the station’s Hospital. The only people remaining in the hangar were those clearing out the damaged shuttle and drones. The tense atmosphere finally dissipated. Oliver heaved a sigh as he helped shove another drone with the rest of its battered brethren. He needed a beer after this. What time was it? “Attention all Shift One workers, the work day is now over.” ***

T-Minus 1   Oliver lugged his tired frame into the Engineering Bay. Two accidents in a week meant overtime for him and the rest of the boys. This entire floor was a mess, and even now they were still discovering new problems behind rubble: snapped wires, exposed piping, holes in the ground, etc. It was almost like they were exploring one of those old rpg dungeons where every unexplored area led to a trap, especially when the flooring fell out from under them.   The chief was already giving people their assignments for the day when he arrived in the Command room. “Robertson, take a team and continue clearing the rubble from here to the next sector. Winters, take another team and get the system online again. The higher ups are complaining that their precious system isn’t sending their annoying notifications. Better the computer’s voice than theirs. Ah, Hensley, take a team and do system checks for all the equipment in the sector.”   The engineer saluted and waved the team assigned to him to follow him out. The Engineering Bay was cleared within the first day, along with the hallway outside. The only matter left was to rebuild the walls after they fixed the piping that were exposed after the walls broke. Well, and get the systems back online. Didn’t think they’d have to return to the paper era again, but luckily they did have packs of paper just in case this happened.   Outside, he split his team into pairs or threes. There were ten laboratories in this sector and then the clinic. “We’ll take the clinic. You guys clean up the labs sequentially.”   For those who had died, they rested peacefully. Those unfortunate souls left in the land of the living had much more to worry about. Oliver had one particular person in mind. He had bumped into the doctor yesterday. She had given him her signature little smile, but stayed silent, contrary to her usual talkative self. Hopefully today he could ask what was up.   Inside the clinic was Dr. Emerson equipped with a clipboard and pen. The higher ups were requesting mass shipments from Triton, so she was doing her part to take inventory. The clinic was battered, bloody, and a general mess. The doctor herself didn’t look much better. There were bags under her eyes, her hands were bruised, and she limped across the room slowly. “Oh? Hensley, Jiang, are you here for work?” she asked. “Yeah, tell us if you need anything.”   She thought for a moment, and then nodded, watching them as they stepped in to stare at the door they had cut open. The slab of metal that originally served as the clinic’s door still rested on the ground where Oliver had kicked it several days prior. “Well, it’s a pretty clean cut,” Daniel assessed, furrowing his brow. “It’s not like we can put it back into the door,” Oliver snorted, struggling with one end. “Come on, let’s throw it back in the lab for recycling. We’ll just make her a new door.” “But that’d mean we’d have to take out the door too.” “Well, duh. Can’t leave the clinic with a hole in their door.”   The two hefted the slab of burnt titanium and leaned it up against the wall outside where a different clean up crew would take it to recycling. Now, to detach the rest of where that came from so they could install a new one. They popped open their toolboxes and got to work. Daniel took the top hinges since he was taller than Oliver by half a head. Oliver focused on the bottom ones, using his power tools to carefully take the door out of its electrical socket. Once done, the two slid the metal frame out and placed it beside the rest of the original door.   Oliver dusted his hands off on his pants. “Alright, now we just need to install a new door.” “I’ll go see if there’s any left,” Daniel offered. “You start on the equipment checks.”   The other engineer jogged back to the Engineering Bay as Oliver poked his head into the clinic. Emerson had evidently completed her inventory check and was now sitting behind her desk. She looked up. “You’re done?” “I just need to check if there’s any problems with the equipment in here.”   She gestured for him to continue. Oliver started with the lighting first, followed by the medical equipments’ wiring. Emerson asserted that all the medical worked fine, so he only skimmed through them to make sure. The only thing left was her work computer. “When is the system coming back on?” she asked as he set the computer back up.   The computer itself was working normally. It was ready for whenever the boys back in the Bay got the station’s system back online again. “Should be by the end of today,” Oliver replied with a nod. “Okay, that’s everything.”   He paused, tilting his head toward her. “Anything on your mind?” “Not particularly.” “There’s gotta be something, Doc.”   Emerson shook her head. She looked at him with her lips pursed. Eventually, she sighed and told him something he did not want to believe. “I got a relocation offer from UEA Command.” “What? When?” “Two nights ago, after the hull breach.” “Are you going to accept?” “Yes.”   Oliver was at a loss for words. Emerson looked away and continued writing in her half torn notebook. “Why?” “Why not?” “This is home, isn’t it? We’ve been on this station for years. I personally couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.” “That’s not the case for me.”   She closed her notebook. Oliver persisted. “I mean, we’ve got so many great memories on this station. I can’t really see you leaving it all behind.” “I’ve got nothing but regrets, Hensley.” “Can you really say that?”   She glared at him. “Yes. I hate this station. I hate everything about it. My career is a dead end. This place is a culmination of mistakes and bad memories. I came here to do research, not to treat cuts and bruises. I’m not even good at that. Do you know how many people died yesterday? All because I couldn’t do anything. Do you know, Hensley?” “...No, I don’t” “Of course not. Now, if you’re done, I’ve got to finish inventory, go home, and pack. The shuttle arrives tomorrow evening, and I don’t plan on staying another night.”   The room fell into an awkward silence. Oliver sighed, picked up his toolbox, and went back to messing around with the electrical wiring. Daniel walked back into the room. “I’m back. Unfortunately the quartermaster’s only got IOUs. No doors at all.”   He gave Oliver a little grin, proud at his little joke. Oliver solemnly nodded. His smile faded away. He cleared his throat, realizing the atmosphere. “Well, uh, I’ll carry our equipment back to Engineering. I’ll see you at lunch, okay?” “Sure thing, Dan.” ***   The Section One cafeteria was nothing much to brag about. The ceiling was low, the tables crowded, and the food mediocre. There were several windows in the wall where the station chefs would prepare two meals a day, along with midnight snacks for the workaholic lab rats. Those who woke up early enough found themselves stealing last shift’s leftover snacks for breakfast. Sitting in the corner were two aerospace maintenance engineers. “Oliver, what’s up?” “Nothing.” “Did’ja have a fight with the lady doctor?”   He glared at him. Daniel shrugged, taking a bite of his sandwich. “What is it this time?” “She… she’s leaving.” “What? What do you mean by ‘leaving’?” “She’s leaving the station. Tomorrow.” “What for?” “Relocation or something.” “Well, you can’t just let her go like that.” “She’s already made up her mind, Dan. Leave it alone.” “Why don’t you tell her how you feel about her?” “No way.”   Daniel gave him a little punch on the shoulder. “You haven’t tried everything yet then, have you?” “Fuck off.” “At least make up, you can’t let her go on bad terms.” “Fine.”   They chewed in silence for awhile. “Did you hear anything about why the ring collapsed?” Daniel inquired. “No idea. Probably wear and tear.” “I heard from Jonah that it was caused by some of the eggheads in the labs. Some sort of secret weapon.” “That’s bullshit.” “No, hear me out, that’s why they have all these Navigators here. They’re building some sort of gravitational bomb. A black hole generator. Something like that.” “What would the use would the UEA have for a black hole bomb, Dan?” “I… haven’t worked that out yet. I’m sure someone could do a lot with it.” “Jonah is a dumbass and so are you for believing him.” “Hey, I’m just trying to cheer you up, man.”   The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. The engineers stuffed what was left of their sandwiches into their mouths and downed their drinks. Back to work. ***   Oliver collapsed onto his bed. Work had kept him busy, so he missed the chance to ambush Emerson before the day was over. He rolled over, resting his wrist on his eyes. He didn’t want her leaving before they could make up, but at this rate, she might just do so.   What was he going to do? It was too late to change her mind about leaving. Her opinion on the matter was made very clear. Oliver sighed, sitting up. He rested his arms on his knees as he stared at the opposite wall. Groaning, he rubbed his head.   Emerson was right, he didn’t know her very well outside of work. He didn’t have a say in if she should leave or not. To her, he was merely one of her regulars. He didn’t even know she was originally sent here for research. At this point, could he even consider them friends?   Oliver slapped his cheeks. What’s done was done. He couldn’t do anything about that now. He had one final chance tomorrow. One final chance before she boarded the shuttle back to the inner planets. What he needed to do was send Emerson off on a good note, even if she didn’t have the best time here on Nereid.   He crouched before his shelf of models. Oliver picked up the steel model replica of Nereid’s Space Elevator. Attached at the top was a model of the space station. This wasn’t the first model he had added to his collection, but it was one of the few he built by hand. He chuckled at the thought. He built the station by hand. He built the model by hand. The early days of Nereid were frustrating and depressing and a whole lot of “ugh”. Even now it was a mess. Despite all of that, he made friends, enjoyed his work, and met Emerson.   He stood. This was it. He scrounged around for a gift bag. Of course, he had nothing of the sort in his room. Guess he’d have to pull it out from behind him when he visited her one last time tomorrow then. A smile, good wishes, and a momento. Oliver set the model on his counter so he’d remember it on the way out tomorrow morning.   After changing into more comfortable clothing and getting ready for bed, Oliver slid under the covers. The lights were programmed to dim themselves at 23:00, and had long toned down their brightness. It was just him and the model in the darkness. The last image he held in his head was Emerson’s smile. ***