Chapter 1525 Worldly Force [2]


    Damien was quite excited for this meeting.


    He''d been watching Ezekiel from the start, and since long ago, he''d known exactly what technique to create for him.


    Ezekiel was a special person. He had many special things inside his body, and the source of them all was only one thing.


    His main talent.


    The thing Damien had been waiting to nurture until this moment.


    After all, he couldn''t just give Ezekiel the key to his potential easily. He first needed to see if the boy was worthy of such a treasure.


    At the end of the day, Ezekiel came from the Straea n. Damien could see the nature of his soul, which was inquisitive and overall leaned towards good.


    However, there was a darkness inside of him that had been nurtured by Straea.


    He had an extreme desire to kill that he had to consciously suppress at all times. For all intents and purposes, he was a time bomb.


    Ezekiel''s bloodlust was directed at the Straea n, so in his normal day-to-day life, there wasn''t much of a worry about him going berserk.


    But what if his emotions were taken to the extreme? What if, when he found himself on a real battlefield, he couldn''t stop himself from killing hisrades?


    No matter how much of an interest he had in a genius, Damien wouldn''t risk the safety of the rest of his people for their sake.


    That wasn''t his way of doing things.


    Luckily, Ezekiel had shown himself to be level-headed and mostly rational.


    The simtion program used to train the army was personally created by Damien. It had multiple settings, the most extreme of which made the simtion feel like reality in every sense of the word.


    Somehow, Ezekiel learned how to control his bloodlust and utilize it only for the purpose he desired it for.


    Ezekiel was put into this level of the simtion, forced to face the Straea n in an environment where he was forced to forget that everything was an illusion.


    And he performed perfectly.


    Yes, his bloodlust was heavy. When he was facing Straea, he became a demon above all other demons.


    However, no matter how much stress he faced, he refused to cross his bottom line and involve those who were innocent in his revenge.


    Somehow, Ezekiel learned how to control his bloodlust and utilize it only for the purpose he desired it for.


    Damien was thoroughly impressed.


    He wanted to meet the genius right away and see if he was worth the hype, and conveniently enough, Ezekiel had also used his merit points for a chance to meet him.


    It was as if this meeting was fated.


    Damien was already waiting in a designated location, a small structure made with the sole purpose of housing meetings like these.


    Ezekiel was currently being led here. Judging by the time…


    ''...he should be arriving right about now.''


    A respectful mana fluctuation pushed through the door, a practitioner''s equivalent of knocking.


    Seeing how Damien allowed that signature''s presence and didn''t return it, those outside could understand that he''d given them permission to enter.


    The doors swung open, and two men were revealed on the other side.


    One was a military instructor, a man named Brian Frieze whom Damien had picked out from the members of Void Pce when he established the army.


    Brian was a subordinate of the 9th Sword, Terra Bloodmoon. He was an experienced war veteran, and on top of that, he had prior experience being a teacher. n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    The military instructors were all great leaders. They were hand-picked talents who hadn''t been able to achieve their full potential because they weren''t ying the roles they were most suited for.


    Brian was one of the instructors Ezekiel liked most, which was why he happily apanied him when it was time for them to leave for this meeting.


    "Good afternoon, Young Lord," Brian said, bowing his head.


    Meanwhile, the boy next to him curiously looked Damien up and down.


    The man called "Young Lord," seeing him in person was a different experience than what Ezekiel expected.


    He''d never personally seen Malevalon Straea, but he''d seen the kind of people who were in charge of Straea.


    Whenparing Damien to them…


    He had apletely different aura.


    ''Is this the guy who controls this entire ce…?''


    "That would indeed be me," Damien said with a smile.


    Ezekiel''s eyes widened.


    ''Is he reading my thoughts?''


    "I am."


    ''Cheesy potatoes.''


    "To each their own, but I''m sure the canteen provides better food than that, no?"


    "Woah!"


    Ezekiel eximed, finally epting the truth.


    Damien shook his head wryly.


    ''Reading his mind…well, I guess it''s something simr?''


    Damien did indeed have the power to directly infiltrate Ezekiel''s mind, but he couldn''t do it without being noticed.


    Not because he was weak, and not because Ezekiel was strong, but because of Ezekiel''s special constitution.


    Instead, the method he used to make a first impression on the boy was a little bit more roundabout, but it still achieved the same purpose.


    "You must be Ezekiel, right? Sit. I''ve heard a lot about you from your instructors."


    "About me? I thought they all hated me."


    Ezekiel made a sarcasticment, shooting a sideways nce at Instructor Frieze.


    "You brat! All you know is how to act cheeky!"


    Brian gave him a light knock on the head, shaking his head helplessly.


    "Young Lord, I will be leaving now. Don''t be afraid to discipline this boy if he decides to act out."


    "Hey!" Ezekiel eximed.


    Damien smiled slightly.


    "Go on ahead. I don''t think we''ll have much of a problem."


    As Brian left, Damien motioned Ezekiel to sit down.


    The boy was jittery, obviously awaiting the reveal of a perfect technique.


    Unfortunately, Damien had a few questions for him before that happened.


    "Tell me, what do you think the perfect technique for you looks like?"


    Ezekiel raised a brow at the unexpected question.


    "Me…?"


    He fell into thought for a moment.


    There were many things he was skilled in. Most weapons, self-healing, defense, even pure brute strength; he excelled in anything that had to do withbat.


    So when asked what the "perfect" technique would be, he didn''t know. He didn''t think the right answer was as obvious as abination of all of these things.


    ''What…am Icking?''


    That was the key question. It wasn''t about what he had, but about what he needed.


    ''Compared to everyone else…''


    He was leagues above in physical abilities. He was leagues above in battle sense and mental acuity.


    The only thing others had that he didn''t…


    "Laws."


    He didn''t have an affinity.


    That was the only crutch keeping him from achieving perfection.


    Damien smiled.


    "That''s right. The perfect technique for you is one that allows you topete with people who have natural affinities forws."


    One could say Ezekiel had a bad start. Not having aw affinity could be treacherous at higher stages of power, even if one managed to reach the pinnacle of something like the sword.


    In most cases, that would be a correct assumption.


    However, Ezekiel was not most cases.


    Rather, Ezekiel''sck of affinity forws was exactly what made him so special.


    It was what made Damien excited to reach him.


    "Ezekiel…" he said, drawing a piece of paper out of his storage space.


    "...have you perhaps ever heard the term, ''Worldly Force?''"