《The chronicles of Xarroworthia》 Chapter 1 - Chaos awakens Aron awoke in his room in the secthouse, noticing that all of his roommates were already gone. It seemed he had expanded himself too much yesterday to kill that one shady buisiness man. It had been really hard but atleast it had been enough to finally be considered becoming a stage 4 shock troop of the sect by the 4 masters of sector 12. Today was going to become one hell of a day, considering he was going to have to fight a vice-master with two of his already stage 4 roommates and win, to become a stage 4. Those thoughts aside he got out of his bed, stretchibg his muscles, brushing his teeths and doing a few hits and slahes on his dummie with his longsword. When the dummie looked like someone had thrown a grenade at it he stopped and put his sword into its scabbard. He then went for the room, opening it and stepping into the dimly lit hallway. First, like always, he when to the altar and denoted a part of his soul to the keeper, the highest donation one could give, as his former master had always done before he had passed away. And now, he was following it, honoring his master. After speaking a few minutes he got into the vault room and got out his soulbond weapons: His blood-steel chain breakers. Created by him using his only blood as and alloy to the steel to bound the weapons to his soul. These were truly powerfull weapons. But, like all soulbound weapons of the guild they had to be kept in a vault to stop them from harming his fellow sect members. He then stepped into the weapon-storing room next to the vault and got out his two pistols and his trustyA 50 sniper rifle. Next up he went to the cafeteria and got himself some bread and a little bit of milk. Just the standard breakfeast meal of the sect. He didn''t need anything fancy. Not like some other stage 3 assasin who always "went the better ways" and didn''t " dishonor himself by eating such crappy food". Jasper truly was a realy prick. After he had finished his morning routine, he went to the training grounds to continue grinding his skills, but not in a litrpg-ish way. He wasn''t in some book afterall. Just gettibg better at using his longsword and especially using his chain breakers, as he wanted to inplement them into his fighting style. He had only just shortly created them afterall. He stepped into the room and noticed that the vice-master was already here. But... it was way to early. He should have had more time! When the vice-master saw his shicked look he said: "ahh no worrys young one. You are only the second one to do the trial of mixed blood today. You''ve got like 7 hours left. Go on with your training." Aron bowed, as the vice-master was of course in a higher ranking, and started to walk towards his roommates. He didn''t know their names as names were completely unnecessary until you got to the master-tier. They simply weren''t needed and you were just given a code name, or, if you were already really famous among the sect, could give yourself a name although that name couldnt be any of the Chronicles. As his Rommates saw him walking towards them he spoke: "Alright, lets get some more training in me before the trial in a few hours. I could really need it." His rooomates just nodded and one of them said: "I shall be your first challenger for the preperations, Stg3¡ì22231. Although you shall not use your Soulbounded weapons. You will only be allowed to use those once you reach stage 4." Aron nodded back and moved into a fighting position, giving the blood-steel breakers to his other Roommate. After a couple of seconds Stg4¡ì27864 said "begin!" Aron rushed forward and hit his longsword downwards in a wide arch, swiping it to the side in the last moment and trying to hit his challengers knee. But one couldn''t overwhelm a stage 4 that easily and the skilled stage 4 simply stepped to the side and blocked his longswords swipe with one of his two shortswords. HIs opponent struck the second shortword forward which Aron barely managed to dodge with his wrist arm shield, although it still his his cloak and would have hit his under torso if he hadn''t had armor there. Dammit He thought he always gets me with that one, im going to have to change my starting attack again. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. But his Challenger had already swung forward and attacked him with a fury of blows, from which he simply stepped back a step. When he saw an opening he swung forward his left hand, hitting the stage 4 in the wrist of the hand whilst still managing to block the attacks he himself got with his Longsword. he then shot his longsword forward in an unknown technique his master had told him which seemed to involve a bit of magic. That wasnt in the rules however and he stopped a mere milimeter infront of his opponents eye saying: "Your eye has been trialed, yuo have lost..." The loser of the fight bowed and said" very well, honor is with you." He then turned to Stg4¡ì27864 and said: " i want too see you fight him after the trial. Right now we should rest, We will need all the power we can muster for the trial of the mixed blood. we must rest now." Aron nodded and sat down on teh ground meditating, and trying to loosen his thoughts of the trial. After some time Stg4¡ì27864 hit his shoulder and said: " Alright, the trial is ready. We now will fight for you joining us in the blood." It was the Offical sentence for completing the Trial of mixed Blood. Aron stood up and followed his Roommates to fiht the vice-master; it was going to be a hard fight, but he had confidence in completing it. He had been trained by a master himself afterall. He got the blood-steel breakers from his roommate load his two pistols up with magazins, and stepped infront of the vice-master. The vice-master opened his eyes and said: "May the trial begin!" Immediatly Aron shot out 3 bullets with his 2 pistols in quick sucession, whilst Stg4¡ì27864 ranforward and smashed her soulbound greatsword at the opponent. The vice-master managed to block all of the 3 bullets but barely was able to block the greatsword with his wrist arm shield, cracking teh shield slightly. The vice-master grunted and got out a short sword and a longsword, shlashing them at his 3rd apponent with furious blows, knocking the stage 4''s scimitar out of his hands. But suddendly, close before the vice-master would yield the Stage4 he stopped. In fact everybody in teh entire room had stopped. the vice-master turned around, seeing a black to red horrifying looking wraith "standing" behind him. The Wraith scream in an unearthly manner and slashed at the vice-master, knocking him on teh ground. the Wraith then shot at the stage 5 sect member and semmed to enter his body. in teh last moment before the wraith was fully gone the vice-master shouted: "By the Chronicle of Xikrathurkr, Thats a Blood Wraith! Run while you can as it''s going to..." The vice-master stopped. His eyes had turned into a flaming red. He screamed in a manner taht shouldn''t even be possible: " May the Chaos devour and enslave you, sons of the keeper! You shall scream whilst your soul is slowly falling apart! DIE!" The former Stage 5 sect member then immidiatly stormed towards Stg4¡ì27864 and hit the stage 4''s head of, with a speed and force that shouldn''t even be possible, extraterrestial screams filling the air. Then the body ploded into bones, eventhough the bones immidiatly formed back together, creating a real undead. when the Undead then ran at him, he knew that he couldn''t win. so he obviously did the worst thing he could do; he ran through the rift and immidiatly lost consiouncness. Great! Chapter 2 - a new beginning When Aron gained counsiousness again, he noticed that he was lying on the grpund in some kind pf giant cavern, which seemed to be impossibly high as he couldnt even see the sieling. It was foggy and dark and Aron When he woke up, a bit startled from the foreign feelings, he noticed that he didn''t have his dagger anymore. "Ugh, that will be a problem later on..." he said to himself, thinking of how useful it would be if he still had his dagger. He tried to stand up from the ground, but noticed that his body feeled fatiqued, so he just took in his surroundings. He seemed to be inside of somekind of giant cavern, several miles high, and with alot of different caves and holes in the wall, including one giant hole in the middle of the cavern wich seemed to reach was into complete nothingnes and was easily as big as a footballfield. "i DEFENITELY dont want to fall into there..." The hole also looked a bit weird as it was perfectly circle-shaped as if a laserbeam had made it or someone made it using pi. That all showed him how Giant this world really was (probably even bigger than his visions had made him think). Trough the cavern entrance, whichs stone semmed to be charred, which was a few dozen miles away he could see something orange in the distance, which, when he focused on it more, he identified as fire. The fire seemed to be unnaturaly orange, which made him wary about it. "Perhaps there is a dragon there?" He asked to himself. While he hadn''t had many visions about this world, he still remembered there being dragons around and the area where he had seen those dragons was akwardly similar to this cavern. "Well i hope i dont run into any of those beasts, atleast not at the start of my time here..." grumbling at still not being able to stand up, even tho he felt a lot less fatiqued, he noticed there being a lot of bones at the entrance of one of the bigger caves of the cavern, and he knew he had to leave this cavern as fast as possible, as he didnt want whatever lived inside of that cave to come out and see him lying on the ground here, or perhaps the dragon that could be causing that fire outside of the cavern to come back to what was maybe its nest, also spotting him lying here in the process. So, with all the strength he could muster he stood up, flexed his bones a bit, and then started walking towards the large caverns exit, trying to avoid getting too close to the scary cave in the process. When he arrived at the front of the cavern exit he noticed a ritual cirle, basiaclly the same as the one he had used to get to this world and in the middle of the circle, a dagger was embedded into the ground, HIS dagger to be precise. He ripped the dagger out of the floor, noticing it was feeling POWERFULL and also really comfortable in his hand. He didnt know why, but he felt like this exaxt same dagger was going to become really famous, if you could call it that, in the future. After figuring he might aswell just go, he walked trough the caverns exit leaving the scary cave and the even scarier looking giant hole in the ground behind him. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª After walking a bit more tha an hour heard a loud screech from his side and immediatly turned to the side, seeing a creature right out of his nightmares lookibg at him with red fuming eyes; the creature was small and pretty long around 5 meters, had 6 legs, and looked a bit like a minuture version of smaug from lotr. It immediatly sprang at him, almost ripping his left arm of his shoulders with just one swipe of one of its claws. He started slashing at it with his dagger continously, hitting tge weaks spots of the creature while still blocking a few claw swipes, showing that training with his dagger back on earth for the last few months had indeed paid of. But... he still knew he couldn''t win this fight: the creature was way to strong, had an almost unimpenetrable hide and even if he tried to run, he was already way to hurt and likely wouldnt even get forward a few meters before he would once again fall onto tge ground, hurting hinself even worse. And if that wasnt enough the creature suddenly let go of him, letting him take a short breath of air , then noticing the creature was inhailing, probably to finish him with its fire breath. After a few seconds the creature let out a dense beam of fire at him, but moments before the fire could hit him, killing him, somewhere out of tgr deepest parts of his brain a subcunsiousness awoke, one that didnt want him to die. This subconsiousness activated something, something powerfull, that made his consoiusness begin to fade, but before he blacked out he noticed that his body was enfulged in somekind of purpur lightning, shielding his body from the flames and saving his life in the process. ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª Mark was running for his live, his only belongings being the battleaxe of his father and some stuff he knew he needed to be able to survive in the crimson ravine and its many giant caverns. He had lived in that town for over 20 years, only for it to get burned down by a lesser Garraloshern dragon. Even though he was a strong warrior, even knowing some basic spells like [telekinesis] and [conjure manasteel spear] he still knew he wasnt able to fight some like that dragon, even if it was lesser. After running for about 2 hours, he heard the screech of a wyrmlord screecher minion and the the sound of someone trying to kill it whilst cursing about some dragon called mini smaug? Anyways he figured he might aswell help that person, but when he heard the screecher charging up his breath, relesing it a few seconds after. But just when mark thought the person dead, he felt a unnaturatly high energy surge coming of the direction where the battle was commencing, then seeing a burst of purpur lightning erupting and probably killing the screecher. When he arrived at the site he saw a man lieyng next to the dead screecher, unconsious and wearing strange clothes. When he saw the man liyng there, mark immediatly knew that the day was going to become interesting, he just hoped that the man wouldn''t be cursed by the surface''s laws, as the man would probably attack him immidiatly then. Chapter 3 - master? When he woke up, feeling fatiqued again but also wondering what that power was he saw before he blacked out, he noticed that someone had stopped him from starving to death, as all food he had tried to bring to this world had turned to ashes as he arrived. When he opened his eyes he saw a man, looking a bit like a rogue, standing next to him and looking at him with interesting but also cautios looking eyes. When the man saw that he had opened his eyes he took a step back and asked him something in a langue that he had never heard of "well, i dont think there are many outworlders on earth" he thought to himself. The man noticed that he couldnt understand him, so he got a weird stone out of one of his pockets, drew some of his blood on it and gestured for him to do the same. When he did it, he suddenly had a weird headache until he heard a voice speak inside of his mind "the chaos greets you, traveler. Am i right to think that you are not from this world and come from one of the outer worlds?" When he tried to speak, he noticed that he couldnt, so he looked back at the man with a confused look on his face. The man looked back at him for a few seconds before the voice in his mind spoke again. "I get that you dont understand how to use a lesser mind stone. To speak to me you only have to think whilst trying to scream as loud as you can, whlist not actually screaming." He tried it and after a couple of minutes he heard in his mind. "How am i not... oh..." it seemed to just be a bit hard to find the right tone as it had taken him a while to be able to use the lesser mind stone. So, after once again knowing that this world was what he had needed he said. "Sooooo... where are we?" He asked. The man looked at him, grimacing until he shook his head and said. "We are in the crimson ravine, traveler. It''s a sparsly populated area at the edge of the empire of lord Kutrunkthul. Im from a town that just got burned down by a lesser Garralishern dragon. It''s sad that the village got destroyed, but even tho i dont follow the surface''s laws, as in there being no laws expect love and friendship being basiaclly forbidden, im still native to this world as i know that being sad about leaving the village behind is a stupid thought, as i cpuldnt do anything about it anyways." He looked at the man a bit curiously, but when he saw no hint of sadness in the mans eyes he asked. "Then why did you help me from starving and saved my life; i thought you wouldnt care about others?" The man looked at him for a fewcmoments until he said. "Well, i saw you using that purpur magic of yours and as you seem to be an outworlder i would like to take you as my disciple and show you this world until you are strong enough and can control your magic good enough to live out here by your own." This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. When he heared that he was a bit shocked at hraring that and asked the man curiously. "Well i would definetily like to be your disciple but can i trust you?" The warrior just looked at him confused and with a smal tint of a smile on his face as he said. "Trust, what is that? But anyway just follow me and you can explain to me what trust is on the way." He grumbled to himself until he stood up, got his dagger of the ground and followed the warrior to whereever he would take him ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª Mark smiled to himself as the outworlder, his new disciple, stood up and followed him. When he had seen the man use that ability of him, he had linked it with the keeper, though he wasn''t sure, nobody could ever be sure about the keeper. Everboy just new that it was an ancient and extremely powerfull being known also as "the true primordial". The being that had created this world, this realm, and was its religious owner, though nobody could deny that its exsistence was true. There was just to much written history about it, to many places and spells named after the keeper, so when he had seen what that outworlder had done, he immidiatly knew that he had to take the man as his disciple. It was just such a big opportunity and he just hadn''t been able to let it go. Maybe he could take revenge at that surface king to kill his father after all. ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª After he and the warrior had been walking for another 5 hours killing 2 more screechers and a creature that looked a bit like a hybrid of a hellhound and a GOT dragon, and also seeing and old ruined city that seemed to have been destroyed for centurys by now, they could see a large town on the horizon, surrounded by a large city wall and a lot of watchtowers with a small castle in the middle. The town seemed to be not even quite as ancient as the ruined city they had seen a couple of hours ago, tho it still seemed to be pretty worn down, as the claw marks on the wall and the charred stone of the wall itself seemed to suggest. When they got closer the guards, who seemed to be darkelves of some kind, noticed them, a small door inside of the gate opened and a guard came out and asked his "master" something in a somehow arrogant sounding languange, probably for money or asking why they were here. His "master" said something and gave the guard a besh looking coin or token which the guard took, indentifying it. After a few seconds the guard nodded and stepped back through the door and a few moments the gates opened and his master, he might aswell call the warrior that now, walked through the gate and gestured him to follow. When they entered the city his master got out another lesser mind stone gestured him to activate it again and said. "I own an old hut here where you will rest for the night, my disciple, as i still have stuff to do in the city until i can rest aswell. I will leave you to it then; may the nightlords not interfere your dreams." His master than told him how to get to the hut and left for the city center. He waited for a few seconds until he followed his masters instructions found the hut, an old but still not too demolished looking building, got in, closed the door behind himself lay down on the ground and fell asleep.