《Perfect Blood》 Gift --- Chapter 0 ¡° Three thousand years ago, in the land of {Cuood}. There was a great War between the 10 great races. The Elves, The Dwarfs, The Dragons, The Orcs, The Beast-lings, The Sky walkers, The Demons, The Undead, The Fairies and The Humans. As thewar rages across the land all ten great races suffered greatly from it. But the deaths of the innocents and the Destruction cities and lands were not the only things lost in this war. [Moral], [Love], [Kindness] are also lost. When children were bought onto the battle fields and innocent people were slaughtered in cold blood by both the invaders and also the defenders for entertainment and pleasure. When the days in {Cuood} had become darker than they had ever been. Aa man intervened, possessing the bloodline of all ten great races wieldingunrivalled abilities. In just 10 days he ended the war entirely, forcing all ten races into the signing of a peace treaty that forbids them from ever conflicting with one and another. Then he disappeared, leaving behind one last remark that burns deep into the hearts of all ten races'' noble families, now and for generations to come. ¡® Until the day you can find someone that can beat me or replace me, don''t ever tempt or even bloody think of restart this war again! I will be watching! ¡® It is on 1st of February Imperial Year 1001, the day when the war ended, that day is also when he was last seen. It is all because of that man {Cuood} is able to enjoy thousands of years of peace and prosperity. So ever since that day, every year on the 1st of February, people of all races will celebrate the [Day of The Gift]. The day when that man gave his last [Gift] to {Cuood}.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡° ¡°Grand PA! Grand PA! what happened later? Did the man live forever? What is his name? When will someone success him?¡± A young girl with light green hair and ruby like red eyes asks, lying on her bed. ¡°No one knows, my little princess, no one knows.¡± An old man replies, turning his head towards the young girl, with a faint smile on his gentle face. He kisses the young girl lightly on the forehead. Across his face, it is filled with satisfaction and happiness, all his wrinkles seem to have disappeared and he seems to have grown 10 years younger. ¡°Sleep well or you will not be ready for tomorrow.¡± The old man makes a funny face and as the young girl giggles, he walks out the room, turns off the light and closes the door. In a blink of an eye he launches himself to the living room on the other side of the house and made sure that no one is listening to him. He whispers to himself, ¡°Why? Why does it had to be Yadiina? Why had it to be her that possesses blood of 10 Great Races? Why?¡± The old man¡¯s gentle face instantly disappears, replaced by the face of an angry beast. Dark gold furs also start grow out of his skin and a killing aura is soon emitted. But the aura did not get far, instantly after the emission. The strong killing aura is ceased by an equally powerful invisible barrier appears surrounding the man. ¡°What the HELL do you think you are doing! Old Freak!¡± An old lady materialises into the living room, her face reddens as she asks angrily, yet kept her volume to a minimum. ¡°Sorry. Elena. I did not control my rage just now, sorry it will not happen again. Please remove the barrier, please?¡± The old man turns back to his normal self, squiz out a smile and apologises, realises that he had transformed by accident. ¡°Really? How old are you? Why can you not control yourself.¡± Elena, the old lady shakes her head in disapproval. After Elena mummers out another angry comment to the old man and with the old man¡¯s continuous apologies. She sighs and finally with a flick of her finger removes the barrier. ¡°Let the star decide where she goes or who she becomes. If her birth will start another great war, then so be it. We cannot change that, the only thing we can do, now, is to stand by her side and at least provide her a happy childhood.¡± The old lady says. ¡°You are right.¡± The old man says,¡± let us at least give her an enjoyable childhood.¡± First chapter ever written, so if it is bad or have grammartical errors, please forgive me! Than you for reading So It is not a Car accident? ¡°So how did you die?¡± ¡°Gas poisoning?¡± A young teen replies without giving further detail. He is average looking with black hair and dark brown eyes, He is taller than most people of the same age as him, but is also thinner than most. Many people¡¯s first impression of him may well feel as if he is suffering malnutrition, but once they saw him on the dinner table every day. They may easily felt as if the world is unfair on the field of people gaining weight. ¡°So it is not a car accident?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Thank God! You are the first one here that did not die of a car accident.¡± The 3D image of a white coloured humanoid creature is projected in front of the boy. The creature is covered in white light and has no human like features other than its shape. With its sudden appearance, it did shock the teen a bit. But somehow the teen knows that the creature has been the person or thing talking to him. ¡°Name?¡± the image asks. ¡°Oh! Sorry, Erhart, Erhart Rain.¡± Erhart pulls himself out of his deep thoughts and recovers from the shock. While even after answering the question. He still looks at the image curiously. But he is not scared as he does not feel any harmful intentions coming to his way at all from the image. And even if there is any, He does not even care anymore as he knows he is already dead. ¡°I first wish to apologise for that I cannot tell you who I am, but what I can do is to give you a chance to live a new and how to put it, ¡®interesting¡¯ life.¡± ¡°Can I die?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°So you are not giving me a chance, you are forcing a new life upon me. Is that it.¡± ¡°What is the difference?¡± ¡°Pretend you never heard that.¡± ¡°Ok, Just as I said before, I will give you a new life, Erhart! But, well, you see there is a problem. That I ran out of bodies with [Perfect Blood]¡± ¡°What is [Perfect Blood]?¡±Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. ¡°Well you see, unlike the word where you came from your new life will start in a world called {Cuood}, a place where one¡¯s blood line decides one¡¯s status in life and the power they can wield.¡± ¡°So?¡± ¡°So unlike the other three in which will be reborn into body with [Perfect Blood] the mix of the three of the strongest combat bloodlines of Dragon, Demon and Divine Warrior. You can only choose a body with one blood line to reborn into¡± without waiting for further replies, the image rumbles on. ¡°Dragon, if you want to have the power over flame and blood; Demon, if you want to have the power over shadow and curse; Divine warrior, if you want a mix bloodline of fairy and sky walker having power over light and wind; So, which one would it be?¡± ¡°Err, well¡± ¡°I see so you are still not satisfied with those choices. How about some ancient bloodlines? Spirit of Abyss has the blood that controls dimensions; Citizen of the forest has the blood that controls plants; Silver scaled serpent has the blood that controls ice; ¡­¡­..¡± ¡°well what I wanted to say is that¡­.¡± before Erhart can finish, he is interrupted again. ¡°you are still not satisfied with all those choices? What do you want!¡± ¡°First, I wish to thank you for the choices you are willing to give to me, a cocky idiot who killed himself in a science lab.¡± Erhart says while bowing to the image, showing his respect. Then he adds ¡°but, despite that I have no idea what you have said for the past few minutes, but from my understanding compare to becoming something non-human. I still wish to be myself, so the blood line I choose will be [Human].¡± ¡°Poor Choice!!!!YOU IDIO..¡± before the white image can finish. Erhart experience a sudden and unexplainable feeling as if the time and space near him is collapsing, the dimension around him is shattering into pieces and merging into one single vortex. Before he knew it, he has already been sucked into the eternal darkness. But to his surprise, despite that he cannot feel and sense anything anymore. He is still able to retain his consciousness. Deep inside his mind the white image is still able to communicate with him, ¡± YOU IDIOT! WHY! Why did you choose [Human]! Pure [Human] Blood! The weakest bloodline of all time! With no [Blood Awakening Abilities] What so ever? Do you know how much effort it takes to just drag your [Spirit] into this world? And YOU JUST WASTED IT!¡± from the image¡¯s voice, Erhart can hear that unlike before the white image is now furious, as if that his long-term master plan has just been interrupted. ¡°Why can I feel all these things?¡± Erhart thinks to himself, just like before he felt the white image had no killing intent towards him, now he felt the similar thing, as if he can actually read what others are thinkings and feeling from just their voices. He had never been so sensitive to others emotion in his past life, why can he feel it now? ¡°Change this World!¡± The white image says, ¡°Despite that you are an idiot and will definitely not able to perform the same task of the same level as the other three form your world. But I will still give you this task as the price of your new life. Change and protect {Cuood} for me! Please!¡± The "Thing" It has been 4 years since the Erhart met the white image, yet the memory of that event seems to be as fresh as yesterday. he is glad that he is still able to hold onto not only that memory but his former self¡¯s memory too and is less glad about the fact that no matter how hard he tries he cannot forget some parts about his past he did not like. As if the memory of his past is embedded into his brain like the markings on a gold tablet, unweathered by even the greatest effort of the nature. After nearly two years of walking and tumbling. Erhart felt that his new body is finally fit enough to start his long planned training and studying schedule, ¡®When one is finally able see into his future, that is when he will be able to grasp onto his fate.¡¯ This quote said by old Erhart¡¯s master and like many other words or quotes given him by his mater they ring in his ear from time to time. Ever since Erhart came to this world. From time to time he will have flash backs of his old life. Like now, the flash back is often about his master that crazy old man and him drinking tea in the bamboo forest, praising the moon, viewing the stars while chatting not through words, but through the dances of their blades and fists. in just seconds, Erhart seem to have relived all the times he was with his master ¡°How would that old man feel when I died? Will he be sad? Hopefully he can find a new and better apprentice than me. A student that will not kill himself in such a stupid... w..a..y.¡± one mark after another, circular wet marks are added the dry wooden floor. Soon the sprinklings turn pouring, tears rolls down Erhart¡¯s cheek like a small waterfall. Unrestraint by the age, unable to control his emotions. Through his shouting and crying, he releases all the regrets he has about his past life and all the longings he has for his loved one. Slowly and surly Erhart is able to regain the control over his emotions. ¡®Enough time has been wasted¡¯, Erhart tells himself. Slowly, but surly walks towards the door of his room, reaching for the handle. ¡°WHAT¡¯S WRONG!¡± The door is slammed open, nearly hitting Erhart head on. But luckily the Fortuna, Goddess of fortune is on Erhart¡¯s side this time, Erhart is given enough distance for him to shoot backwards, falling onto the floor. ¡®God, If I get killed again. That wouldn¡¯t be very fun¡¯ Erhart thinks. ¡°GOD! ARE YOU ALRIGHT LITTLE ERHART?¡± a beautiful, brown haired young woman rushes into the room, helping Earhart up, checking him all over, consecutively overwhelming Erhart with questions like, ¡°Are you hurt?¡±, ¡°What happened, I hurried here because I heard you crying, did you trip yourself?¡± ¡°I am fine Amelia, really you do not need to¡­ Hey? Why are you crying?¡±Erhart was just about to shout back at her that she is one that made him fall onto the ground, but is suddenly at a loss when he saw tears falling down from Amelia¡¯s eyes. ¡°Please be careful, Erhart, after losing John I do not wish to lose another member of the family. And , and you , never cried before not even when you are half your size now. When I was told you are Crying out of no where by Mrs Mia. I was so scared and rushed back, Please don¡¯t scare be like that.¡± Amelia says. Erhart after listening to her words, feels a sense of loss of words. So, he said nothing, simply lowering his head and apologises, ¡°Sorry Amelia. Sorry for scaring you.¡± He knows whenever Amelia mentions ¡°John¡± her dead younger brother. She is in a state of total panic and apprehension. Ever since Erhart¡¯s new self is found by Amelia¡¯s father, Jorah, in the mountain next to their village. He had been long seen as a new part of their family. At first Erhart thought the only reason why Amelia cared for him is because she tried to redirect her longing for her dead brother to him. But as time goes on, he realised even if John had not died. Amelia would still care for him and love him, like she had been for the past four year, like what she had been doing to the every members of the village. ¡®The world isn¡¯t always filled with bad people, the number of Goodness in this world will always outnumber the number of Evil.¡¯Erhart remembers what his master have always said. ¡­¡­. The place Erhart where now lives in, is a small and peaceful [Human] bloodline village. Hidden within the [7 Fingers] Mountain, undisturbed by the outside world. Occasionally maybe during the [The Day of The Gift] a man or two will follow Jorah into the nearest town to trade away some herbs and ores for some gifts for the children. All the town¡¯s huts looked quite similar, constructed with polished pine wood and connected with a mixture of silt and river mud with glutinous rice on top.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. To Erhart¡¯s surprise despite not having a school or any useful public structure in the town. The town is equipped with a huge, tower like library built on the remains of a broken windmill. As the spoken language used in {Cuood} is what known to Erhart as English. Through conversion of alphabets into {Cuood}¡¯s language, Erhart is able learn the written language of {Cuood} in just few weeks and because of that the library became Erhart¡¯s favourite place to go. Ever since his arrival at this village, he had always been seen by the adults of the village as an abnormal child. To them compare to other child of similar age, he is much more knowledgeable and mature, he also never plays with other children and for most of the time, he locks himself either in his room in Jorah¡¯s house or in the library. Occasionally the adults also spots him writing notes in a language never seen before. But they never bothered to ask, as they know Erhart is a sensible kid and will not try anything dangerous. But in truth they are so wrong. ¡­¡­. From the research Erhart had done in the library, he found that a few thousand years ago [Human] stood amongst the other nine great races as the ten great races and fought with or against most of them in during the great War. ¡°How can human not go extinct? ¡°this question had been bothering him for quite a while now. Compare to most other races, human is naturally weaker, as according to the white image. Human cannot undergo [Blood Awakening] therefore cannot gain [Blood Awakening Abilities]. To find out the reason he directed his research onto human technologies, thinking maybe human have superior technologies and weapons. But he was also wrong, compare to the Dwarven Tinkering and Elven Woodcraft, even at a few hundred years ago, weapons made by dwarfs¡¯ are so much better than the ones human can even dream to make. ¡°Why?¡± If [Human] had been this weak in military power the whole time. Not to say, only in the last few hundred years pure blood [Human] race are going towards extinction. He will not even be a bit surprised, if [Human] race was to disappear thousand years ago. Then he stumbled upon some legends and stories. Every night before he went to sleep, Amelia will read some stories for him. Despite the fact he had no interest in them what so ever and says there is absolutely no need for her to do so, as after her hard day of working and taking care of the family she must be tired. But Amelia keeps insist on doing it ¡°You cannot just stuff yourself full with those non-fiction books. Sometimes a growing boy need some imagination and creativity!¡± she always says. And it is all thank to those stories, Erhart learns about the past [Human] heroes, ¡°Ulta the Dragon Slayer¡±, ¡°Yue the Moonlight Sword¡±, ¡°Mollie the Forest Ranger¡± ¡­¡­ Despite being half sleep while listening to those childish legends, Erhart concluds an interesting fact. That all these [Heroes] in one form or another are stronger than average [Human], despite having under proved quotes like ¡°Sky turned red when they were born.¡± Or ¡°The baby is shining in luminous light when he or she was born.¡± From Erhart¡¯s understanding, before those [Heroes] found or made ¡°that thing¡±. They are just normal people. ¡°what is that thing.¡± Erhart has always been asks himself. A breakthrough seems to have been made ¡­¡­.. Erhart, from occasionally having conversations with the elders of the village. He learns that the library of the village is not built by any of the past or present villagers. It is given to the village by Wicca Edinburg, the Last [Arch Alchemist]. In this world Alchemists are not always a bunch or crazy people or swindlers who hoped to gain benefits through the lies and deceptions. Wicca was a real researcher, and to Erhart¡¯s surprise this celebrity had spent most of his late life in this remote and seemingly insignificant village. Some Elders of the village even states they had chance to meet with this Last [Arch Alchemist] in person and confirms the fact that some of Wicca¡¯s research note were left in the library, luckily, without needing to go through all the trouble and finding a trap door with the hidden documents in it. Erharts, through simply asking for some of the elders and Jorah¡¯s help politely. In just a single morning he is able to collect nearly all the documents, notes and drafts of Wicca¡¯s study. Other than having to read the terrible handwriting Wicca had and rearrange all the notes. Erhart is quite pleased that he is finally able find some information on the ¡°thing¡± that allows [Human] to rival with other great races thousands of years ago; the ¡°thing¡± labelled by the [Arch Alchemist] to have allowed [Human] the collect and control [Ewa], an unknown substance that can act not only as matter, wave, force and energy too, theorised by the Alchemist to be the foundation of all the [Blood Awakening Abilities]. But to Erhart, [Ewa] are the basis to what will be known as magic to this world. A Death ¡°[Ewa]? What is [Ewa]?¡± Searching through his past memories over and over again, yet Erhart is still unable to find any information on [Ewa] or anything similar to it in his old world. ¡°Anyway it is not important right now. I really should put my study on [Ewa] on a pause, and start training my body first. Healthy and strong body is the foundation for everything¡±, Erhart thinks to himself, immediately pulling out a pen and writes his daily training routine on a piece of paper. A symbol after another, unlike his past self he does not dare to make a single mistake when writing. As he know unlike his previous world, in {Cuood} there isn¡¯t a printing breakthrough, a paper making breakthrough and an industrial revolution. Papers are extremely expensive and rare to find. It is a miracle that Erhart is privileged to even have a piece of about A3 sized paper every week. Erhart writes < ¡­¡­. > He hopes to perform a total of thirty and more tasks everyday, like he did before he came to this world, but as soon as he begins the training he realises something is wrong. His new body is only FOUR AND HALF YEARS OLD! How the hell in the human biology can he sustain such heavy training, not to say ten of those tasks, his stamina cannot even sustain more than three of them a day, ¡°Maybe I should take it slower¡± ¡­.. On the next day, after a morning of jogging around the village Erhart finds a shady and cool ground under a giant tree, where he can start his training in. The tree is gigantic, the biggest Erhart had ever seen. Its trunk is broad enough for ten children, holding hand to hand with one another attempting to circle around it and yet still unable to fully surround it. With the arrival of the summer, the tree¡¯s branches extend out to all direction, covered in green leaves. By simply standing under it and look up, one may easily feel as if the sky had turned sap-green, Erhart breaths in slowly and breaths out. Smells the freshness of the morning air and tastes the baked apple pie like ammonia produced by giant tree. He closes his eye and begins to concentrate, feeling the spaces around him, listening to sound of the wind softly stroking the tree¡¯s leaf and twigs. Adjusting his body to the position of a horse stance, he ducks down slightly, yet his two knees do not go further than his toes, the gap between his two feet is about the distance of his shoulder¡¯s length; he directs the toe slightly inwards, grabbing onto the ground like the roots of a plant. He holds his head up high and body straight, making fists with his two hands and positions them around his ribs and finally directing whole body¡¯s weight and force onto the bottom of his feet. ¡°Now breath¡± Erhart tells himself,¡± now I am a part of the earth.¡± Erhart is in a state of extreme concentration, ignoring the pains brought up to him due to the long-time horse stance, forgetting even the time itself. Inside his mind he did not feel as if a long time has passed, but in truth sun had walked half of its way across the sky.Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. Suddenly, Erhart¡¯s cultivation is disturbed by a light flick on his forehead, Erhart slowly opens his eyes and under the sun light. He sees the pleasant face of Amelia smiling. She asks, ¡°Hello, young Erhart? Do you know what time is it?¡± ¡°No?¡± Erhart¡¯s answers, unsure if he is in any trouble. ¡°Lunch time.¡± Amelia says, while taking out a lunch basket filled with rainbow coloured sandwiches and cakes of all sizes. ¡°YAH!¡± Erhart¡¯s face lights up in an instant, after a who knows how long of practising horse stance. He is famished. But as soon as he reaches forward for the food, a sudden soreness emits from muscles across his body, especially those on, around his leg. ¡°Crap!¡± Erhart thinks, slowly lowering himself onto the ground, ¡°that hurts. Next time I really need to do some stretching before I practice¡± He thinks to himself. ¡°what¡¯s wrong?¡± Amelia asks worriedly, when she sees Erhart¡¯s expression changes in all of a sudden and his face turns pale, then red as if he has received a sudden shock or something. ¡°No Nothing Nee¡ªeeds Worry about!¡± Erhart says while starts to stretch both of his legs and arms, in order to ease the pain. ¡°What is it are you doing?¡± Amelia asks curiously. ¡°Oh, stretching, said to be good for one¡¯s ligaments. I learned it from a book in the library.¡± Erhart says with first half of the sentence being truth and the other half being lies. The knowledge of stretching actually comes from his past life, but as for now he does not wish for Amelia to learn about he is in his second life just yet. ¡°I see, it must be an interesting book then. Here.¡± Amelia has no idea what ¡°ligament ¡°means, but she does not care either. The only thing he cares now is that Erhart gets his lunch. So, she takes out a sandwich from the basket and hands it to Erhart. Erhart thanked Amelia briefly and begins eating the sandwich. He does not know why but ever since he come to this world he has lost his ability to taste any food, it felt quite wired to Erhart at first as it is not that he had lost his ability to taste entirely, he tried his taste on herbs and other things. He can definitely taste things. It is simply food he cannot taste. First it comes to him as quite uncomfortable and strange. But as time passes, he becomes more and more adapted to his current situation. And of cause, he told Amelia a long time ago that he cannot taste anything, so she does not need to spent too much time on making his food. But of cause, she never listens. ¡°So? Why do you always keep to yourself, don¡¯t you want go play with the others?¡± After Erhart finishes his lunch, Amelia finally asks the question she had always been wanting to ask for a long time now. ¡°Because it is a waste of time, playing with others.¡± Erhart replies without further information. ¡°Emm, well, what do want to do when you grow up, then?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°Any goals in particular?¡± Erhart did not reply immediately, he allows himself to be sunk in his deep thought. Then gradually he rises his head and looks deep into Amelia¡¯s eye. He replies, ¡°To die.¡± ¡°what?¡± Amelia¡¯s face instantly turns pale after hearing that, she is absolutely shocked, she felt as if she had misheard or misunderstood something. But Erhart smiles faintly and confirmed she did not misheard his reply. ¡® I do not seek glory and fame, I do not seek wealth and woman, I only seek what is mine and what should have fall on me a long time ago, a death, a death I will not regret; a better ending to my life than my last. ¡® Riders ¡°DING!¡± ¡°DING!¡± ¡°DING!¡± ¡°DING!¡± Just after the dawn, as soon as the first light shines upon the [Five Finger Mountain]. The sounds of hammering gradually emit out of a newly built hut in a small village hidden within the [Five Finger Mountain]. It has been three years, a black haired young boy sits inside the hut holding hammer with one hand, while controlling the metal with the other, one hit after another the once broad and thick metal gradually shift into the shape of a slim, long blade. Every so often, yellow sparks will also shoot out from the red-hot metal, flying across the dark room like orange fireflies under the night sky. In the last three years Erhart has been mastering many new skills such as Herbology, Hunting, Wood crafting etc. With the other villagers help, he added many new structures to the village, and this small forge is one of them. In his past life, Erhart had always been very intrigued by metals and forging techniques, he had played many forging games and once even tried to build a small forge himself, but never succeeded until now. ¡°Erhart COME OUT!¡± Amelia¡¯s shouting instantly wakes Erhart up from his focus on the hammering, without further thinking Erhart runs out of his small hut and heads straight toward the general direction of Amelia¡¯s voice. ¡°What wrong?¡± Erhart says, covered from head to toe in soot and ashes. ¡°A group of riders is coming this way.¡± ¡°What?! Didn¡¯t Jorah say no one can find this village.¡± Erhart is confused and feels as if Amelia is pranking him. After seven year, living in a peaceful and quiet lifestyle. Then hearing a group of riders arriving out of nowhere makes Erhart feel somewhat surprised and disbelief in her words. ¡°Yes, but didn¡¯t the alchemist find it. NOW GO HIDE WITH OTHER CHILDREN!¡± Amelia shouts. From her voice Erhart can hear Amelia¡¯s apprehension and her worries, instead on herself, but on him and the others. Then Erhart suddenly realises the desperate situation the village is in. ¡°YOU and others GO HIDE!!! I will deal with this.¡± Erhart says, in all of the sudden, the face of a seven-year-old young boy is nowhere to be seen, replaced by a cold and menacing face of a fighting man. ¡°whoever dares to harm my family shall pay deeply for their actions.¡± ¡°WHAT?!¡± Amelia says, she did not expect Erhart, a young 7-year-old kid to tell her to go hide somewhere. Just before she wants to speak again. Erhart did not allow her to do so, he knows if this conversation is to be dragged on, the little precious time he and others have may will be wasted. So, without any warning, he dashes forward, skilfully taking out a metal needle from a hidden pocket under his left sleeve and in a swift motion, he pricks the needle into Amelia¡¯s neck lightly. The chemicals smeared on the needle takes its effect in just second. Before Amelia even it, she is knocked out instantly, Erhart allows her to fall into his arm, and gradually lower her down onto the ground safely.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°COME OUT, I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE HERE!¡± Erhart shouts. A few children about the same age as his new self walks out from behind of few huge rocks near the forge, looking scared. Without further ado, Erharts assigns the children with the job of carrying Amelia into the safe house with them, helped by some motivation came from his threat to prick them with needles, if they do not do what he asks. ¡°BLOODY Hell! JORAH AND THE OTHERS ARE NOT BACK FROM THE HUNTING YET!¡± Erhart speaks to himself. While looking towards the village entrance and sees a storm of dust slowly approaching. ¡­.. Soon, as the men equipped with silver armours and armed with different weapons, riding on top of mostly brown coloured battle horses arrives at the village entrance. They seem to be unstoppable in both the appearance and presence and neither do they show not show any signs of stopping when they reach the village. ¡°SSssss~~¡± Along with the appearing of two bright flashes of silver light. With the two small needles hitting two of the leading riders¡¯ necks. They are knocked down from their horses instantly, the another two soon suffers the same fate as they cannot react fast enough. ¡°HALT!¡± A man dressed in silver coloured, full body armour and gold leafed helmet shouts. As soon as the words comes out from this man¡¯s mouth, the riders¡¯ advance into the village are paused. ¡°What do you want!¡± With help from the Rainwater pipes Erhart previously was going to set up. Erhart¡¯s voice emits out and reflects from all directions, creating something similar to a sound field. With the additional efforts Erhart puts into deepening his voice. The sound that the riders hear is both loud and intimidating, it even forced the man in the golden helmet to take a few step back. ¡°We come in peace.¡± The man is clearly well trained and experience, in just seconds he recovers from his shock due to the sound field and answers. ¡°Rubbish, who comes in peace fully armed.¡± ¡°We means no harm.¡± ¡®Drop your weapons.¡± To Erhart¡¯s surprise, with a single nod from the golden helmet man, his fellow riders instantly dismount from their horses and drops their weapons onto the ground, but these actions do not relief Erhart from his fear in a slightest way, in contrary it makes him more worried about these people. As he knows in this world, weapons are not the only thing that he should be afraid of [Blood Awakening Abilities] may also be as terrifying, if not more scary and deadly than weapons. ¡°ERHART!¡±, in the worst time possible Amelia runs out into the main entrance of the village looking for Erhart, Due to the fact that she is still suffering from the after effect of the needle Erhart gave to her. In her mind, it is an absolute mass, she cannot run straight and she did not even notice the riders that is in the middle of the village entrance, not to say able to run away from them. ¡°YOU BLOODY!¡± Erhart shouts exposing his hiding position on the roof of one of the huts, thinking ¡°WHY DOES SHE ALWAYS COME AT THE WROST TIME POSSIBLE AND SCREW THING UP!¡± With Amelia¡¯s appearance, the gold helmet man seems to be once again shocked, even more shocked than the time, when he first hears Erhart¡¯s sound field. Erhart can see an unsettling light in the man¡¯s dark eyes hidden under the golden helmet. From the man¡¯s emotion, Erhart reads a sense of plunder that the man has towards Amelia. ¡°For now I am the beast.¡± The man shouts, completing his [Blood Transformation], due to the [Beast-ling] race¡¯s blood running through his veins that activates along with the man¡¯s words. His presence shifts into somewhat more powerful and his killing intent covers the whole village in merely second. His body grown bigger and his armour seems to be shifting along the growth, covering most of his skin just like before. He launches himself forward towards Amelia, and with the blink of the eye, the man already covered half of the distance between him and her. I Want Your Son ¡°Shuuuu~~.¡± A fresh, new cut is added to the man¡¯s face, soon streams of red blood also begins dripping down from it. The man stops realising that the danger in which he may be stepping into. And the fact that if he makes further movements between him and the [Human] female, his life may well be on the line. He stops, raising his left arm signalling his men to also stop their [Blood Transformation]. Erhart jumps down from the roof of the huts he was hiding on. With his hand on the hilt of a sword, slightly pulled out from its scabbard. Even though on the surface the man cannot see direct danger from the plan looking blade, but thanks to his rich experience in travelling and his danger sensing skills developed through long time of spraying both blood and sweat on the battlefield. He can feel that something is wrong with that sword or to be precise something is wrong with that [Human] boy. The force that cut the man just now is not from Erhart¡¯s blade or his needles, instead it is Erhart¡¯s ¡°Sword Aura¡± a technique passed down to him by his master, a skill that directs his body¡¯s life force along with energy of the heaven and the earth onto the sword¡¯s surface. increasing the blades¡¯ sharpness dramatically. And if one can master such technique to a higher extend, one can perform a long-range attack that kills enemy even thousands step away by simply drawing the blade. After reborning into this new world, Erhart may have lost most of his physical trainings results from his past life. But in spiritual wise, he is more powerful than he had ever been. ¡°Do not make me draw my blade.¡± Erhart threats. As Erhart¡¯s eye meet with the man¡¯s, the man felt a sudden chill on his back. Instead of a young boy in which he supposably should see, he sees a sword, a weapon that is ready to take his life, along with the life of his men if needed. ¡°We should both calm down.¡± The man suggests, while undoing the transformation. Not that he is attempting to take a step back and show some amicabilities. It is that he knows even if he is in his transformed state, a single cut from the boy¡¯s blade may still be deadly. ¡°Psss¡±Erhart¡¯s cold eyes are still focused on the riders, but as he sees the golden helmet man take a step back. He also did the same, he sheathes his blade. ¡°What do you want here.¡± He asks again. ¡°Nothing really, I was just surprised that there are [Human] here and maybe thinking of taking a few pretty ones back as my wi..¡± The man does not dare to finish his sentence. As he sees Erhart¡¯s hand once again moves onto the hilt of the blade. ¡°Please, do go on.¡± Erhart says coldly, with a sense of provocation in his words. ¡°I was just joking, calm down young man. I am actually here looking for someone, a young girl to be exact, same age as you green hair, red eyes.¡± ¡°She is not here.¡± Erhart replies while thinking,¡± Lolicon.¡± ¡°I see, well then is it possible for us to stay here one night? We will pay.¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Please we just need a shelter and some food.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not very nice Erhart. If they are not here to harm us, then we should welcome our guests!¡± before Erhart can answer, Amelia answers for him. ¡°But! THEY TRIED TO HURT YOU!¡± Erhart argues ¡°Nah don¡¯t worry, look I am fine, right?¡± ¡°Buut, Buut, t,t, t, AH! Fine. If something happens to you! YOU absolutely deserves it.¡± Erhart says to Amelia. He sighs and walks back into his house.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. ¡°Please do follow me, there are some new huts we just built. I think you guys can stay there quite comfortably for a night.¡± Amelia smiles and asks the group to follow her. ¡­¡­. ¡°Don¡¯t USE that needle of yours EVER AGAIN!¡± Amelia closes the door behind her and says angrily to Erhart. ¡°Sorry, Sis.¡± Erhart apologises, but yet deep inside, he knows from what happened today, his needles¡¯ use is not yet to reach an end. ¡°So? What is that.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Please, Erhart don¡¯t pretend to be stupid. You know what I am talking about.¡± ¡°Oh its something..¡± before Erhart can finish, Amelia finishes the sentence for him ¡°You learned from the book, isn¡¯t it.¡± Amelia sighs, while looking at Erhart, lightly patting him on the head, the looks coming from her brown crystal like eyes are kind and soft. Not a single bit of distrust and condemnation is sensed by Erhart. Then she speaks, ¡°Erhart I know that you are different to other children and from your eyes sometimes I do not see the eyes of a child. You do need to tell me the truth, but please do not try to something as dangerous as today.¡± Erhart did not say another word and simply nods quietly. ¡­¡­ Soon, with return of Jorah and the other men from the hunting. They meet and talk happily with the riders. As most of them are warriors and fighting men, so they get alone quite well. Jorah especially, it is not common for the village to have guest, it is also not often for him to be able to share his stories and experiences to some actually curious audiences. Before the night falls, he, with the help of others sits up a huge bone fire in the middle of the village and asks Amelia and few other men and women, who are excel at cooking to prepare the meat, they gathered from today¡¯s hunting. This time Erhart is not there to help them. At all time, Erhart¡¯s eye had always been on the riders especially the golden helmet man. He watches them from the shadows and armed himself with a stronger blowgun and more deadly needles. He is prepared, if the riders are to do something he does not approve. Well then, a poisonous needle or a strong sleep dart to their neck may well put them back to their places. If those would not work, he is sure that once he draws his sword, in just seconds he will make sure that the riders¡¯ heads cannot find their bodies. ¡°Well, Well, Well, look at what we got here! This is a nice dagger we have.¡± The gold helmet man says while praising all over a knife Erhart just forged a few days ago. The knife is simple and plain, with a metal blade and a wooden handle, wrapped in a thin strip of rough lather. Erhart made it for Jorah, when his hunting knife got broken in a fight he had with a wild boar. Which he brags about nearly every day. ¡°oh this, it is forged by my son. A talented boy he is.¡± ¡°Indeed, do you mind that if I am to test it? I will pay if I broke it.¡± ¡°Sure go ahead.¡± The man unsheathed his bastard sword from his letter scabbard, The sword owned by man is a much more fancier than all the swords Erhart had seen in the village, countless kewels and crystals are embedded across the guard of the blade and also on the end of the hilt. The man positioned the dagger, edge up on a flat rock and raises his own sword above his head. With a blink of the eye, he slashes down with an unbelievable amount of force, from Jorah¡¯s point of view, he can only see as the two blade intersect, one blade instantly goes through the other. Then as the man¡¯s sword touches the rock, the rock is cut into half, a greater after shock is emitted, along with the small piece of rock shards and dusts flying everywhere. Then as the dust clears out, Jorah realises the man¡¯s sword seem to have grown shorter. It is separated into two pieces. Erhart is still hiding in the shadow, seemingly not surprised at all, as he knows: firstly, follow the law of physics due to the small surface area of his dagger, it exerts a higher pressure than the man¡¯s sword and the dagger itself is forged with pure carbon steel alloy instead of plain iron. Adding onto that during the forging process of the dagger, Erhart used multiple folding, tempering, hardening and sharpening techniques from the knowledge he had on his previous world¡¯s forging. In which allows his dagger to be both sharp and strong. Therefore, to him looking at the man stupidly smashing his sword onto the dagger he forged, is just like watching someone smashing a mud block on a metal nail. ¡°Wow.¡± The man gasps in surprise and high admiration, he is not a single bit disturbed by his blade got break into two pieces. ¡°Emm, sir? I did not expect that your blade got broken, if you wish I can ask my son to make you a new one.¡± Jorah gulps in fear as he sees the man¡¯s strength. He worries that by simply displeasing the man it will bring death and misfortune to the whole village. ¡°No need, I do not want you sword.¡± The man says, then from the corners of Erhart¡¯s eye he saw a faint smile appearing on the man¡¯s face under the helmet. Then the man says a word after another. ¡°I¡± ¡°want¡± ¡°your¡± ¡± son!¡± Run Erhart Run ¡°Did you just say that you want Erhart.¡± Confirming that he has not miss-heard Jorah asks the man. ¡°Yes, you did not mishear what I just said.¡± Jorah walks back two steps from the man. His eye ducts slowly hang downwards, his breathing becomes more and more unsteady, his body starts to shake lightly, along with both of his hands clenching into fists. If he is just a father, he will make sure that in all his powers, that his children will not be taken away from him. But, now he is not just a father, he is also the village¡¯s leader, he cannot put his personal interest in front of the village¡¯s survival or possibly the survival of the last pure [Human] sanctuary on this land. As, another [Hero] had not been born for hundreds of years now. [Human] are not like what they were hundreds of years ago. It feels quite funny to Jorah as that during the [Human]¡¯s [Age of Heroes]. When there were hundreds or even thousands of [Heroes] guarding the interest and the safety of [Human] race, that time the [Human] were not only ranked at the top amongst the ten great races, they were even being seen as gods to many small races. But now, without the leadership of [Heroes] for hundreds of years, [Human] loses their former glory and pure blood [Human] are treated as merely tool for breeding by the other powerful races. Tools used to neutralise the negative effects of their [Mix Bloods]. Jorah¡¯s body begins to shake more and more vigorously. His face reddens, rage and anger seems to catch up to him. The gold helmet man faintly smiles seeing Jorah like this. ¡°Do as you please.¡± Jorah says, turning around and walking away from the man. Throwing down another sentence as he leaves, ¡°He is not my son anymore, he now is banished from the village. No matter what he does fom now will be all his responsibility and will not in any way links to the village. And please do leave in the first light, tomorrow.¡± Watching Jorah gradually disappears from his view. The man lightly bites his lips ¡°Clever bastard.¡± The man murmurs to himself. ¡­¡­¡­ ¡°WHY?! WHY DID YOU BANISH ERHART! HE IS JUST A CHILD! WHY CAN¡¯T YOU JUST REFUSE HIM¡± Amelia shouts to Jorah, drops tears streaming down from her eyes. Jorah locks the door behind him as he drags Amelia into the house. He did not say any words that justifies his action, he simply says, ¡°Do he looks and act like he is a child?¡±The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ¡°NO, BUT HOW CAN HE SURVIVE WITHOUT THE VILLAGE? ONCE HE ENTRES [The First City] HE WILL BE CAUGHT AND SOLD OUT AS [Blood Slaves]¡± Amelia begins to lose herself, after losing John, she did not expect that she will also lose Erhart too. ¡°Who says that he is going to [The First City].¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°He will be going into [The Five Finger Mountain].¡± Amelia lowers her head, she walks to Jorah, raises her hand and slaps him in the face. She did not say another word. She did not even look Jorah in the eyes again. She opens the door and walks out. After she leaves, Jorah also reaches his limit, he collapses onto the ground, smashing the floor with his fist as hard as he can. ¡°I AM USLESS!¡± ¡°I AM WEAK!¡± ¡°I CAN NOT PROTECT MY FAMILY!?¡± ¡°I AM NOT A MAN!¡± ¡°I SOLD MY FAMILY AWAY!¡± He continues even when a layer of skin is scratched off, even when bloods start to dripping of his hand. Lightly laying on the outside of the room Amelia hears all that. ¡­¡­.. Near Erhart¡¯s forge. An underground tunnel that goes through the mountains and extends right into the depth of [Five Finger Mountains] can be seen. It is hidden behind a huge rock and was dug out by Erhart using his Sword Aura. This tunnel is overall triangular, designed to be as stable as possible. During the construction, Erhart positioned the hardest pine wood logs he could find as supports every twenty metres or in the tunnel. Granting it the ability to withstood strong force. He had always thought of this tunnel as an escaping route for the villagers and himself when push comes to shove. He never expected that someday, it also be the route he uses to leave this village forever. Erhart always knew that one day he will be forced into the world of {Cuood}. But he never expected it to be like this, ¡°Banished¡±. Erhart looks back at the direction of village one last time, deep in his heart he knows that he is becoming more and more attached to this place everday and rather stay here forever. In this village, he sees something that he never seen before in his old world. He sees the pureness of the human heart, he sees that human are not necessarily self-centred all the time, he sees that one do not necessarily need to have material possessions in order to be and stay happy. He sees something beautiful. ¡°Thank you and Goodbye.¡± Erhart whispers. slings his bag onto his shoulder and picks up his sword. But just before he walks in, in the corner of his eyes he sees a shadow running towards him. ¡°Oh, Amelia why are you here, it¡¯s late you know?¡± Erhart says, with a smile on his face, under the moon light he sees Amelia running towards him. He did not dare to look her in the face, as he do not want to see her cry again. To his surprise Amelia is not there to beg him to stay or say farewell. Instead she shouts to him, ¡°Run Erhart! RUN!¡± After the phrase, she said nothing, she did not allow time for Erhart to ask further question. She turns around and runs away once again. Leaving Erhart there confused. Comment a title A black haired young boy sits on top of a pile of bodies made from silver haired wolf like beasts, with a slightly drawn sword lying between his chest and shoulder. He breaths in the mountain¡¯s air. By just entering the [Five Finger Mountain], he can already taste the danger and the menace in the foul air he breaths in. The air is filled with the souls of tens of thousands who died here, souls of the good as well as the bad, souls of the men and women, and sometime he can even feel the souls of children slaughtered here. His black hair dances with the wind and his face is covered in the dust of the mountain and his cloak is stained with the blood of the beasts. He is deciding, deciding whether that he should give these paralysed beasts the final blow that will ends their life. ¡®I am already dead, I do not have right to take away life from something or someone unjustly, even to those who tries to harm and kill me. they still deserve a fair [Judgement]. But if they were to try and harm my loved ones, that would be another story.¡± ¡®Kill or be killed, this is the [Law] of this mountain. [Not Guilty]¡¯ Pushing his sword back into its scabbard. Erhart jumps down of the from the pile of body, unintentionally in corner of his eye he sees a white object falls out of his bag. Erhart does not remember that he brought such thing with him. So, instinctively he ducks down and opens it. He read: ¡° Dear Erhart! When you open this letter, you most likely have already left the village. I am sorry that I cannot bare myself to say a proper farewell to you, as I know that once I do so, I will never be able let you go away again. Erhart, from yours eyes I can see that you are different, you have secrets that you are not willing to talk to us about, I do not blame you. When I saw your power, the power you used to hurt the rider captain. I am glad and I am also worried at the same time. Glad for, that you have the possession over such power and knowledge, maybe can even rival a true [Hero], but also worried about the dangerous path in which you will be forced into walking down with this power. You may not know this, but to most of the villagers you are seen as the new [Hero] that we [Human] have been waiting for, for hundreds of years, and is destined to bring us back to our former glory. I don¡¯t know what is it to you, but to me you are just a part of my family, you are my brother. I do not want to see you go down a road of so called ¡°epic adventure¡±, I do not want to see you become a [Hero], as I know greater your power is, the greater the danger you will be exposed to, and I don¡¯t want see you doing that. I don¡¯t want see my family get hurt. I know it is selfish and Jorah and many others will be angry, if I am to ask you this. But please don¡¯t be a [Hero]. Also, is something that others may have not told you is that none of the [Heroes] in the [Human] history lived a satisfying life, unlike what they are in the stories. Most of them are pushed not by their love, but by their hate, greed, lust and vengeance. And I do not wish you to live such life. I wish you to live a life that you would enjoy, a life that you will be happy with, a life that like what you told me long ago you would to die, but in a way, you would not regret. Good bye, little Erhart My little brother Your Sister Amelia ¡° ¡°How can one enjoy life, if one is already dead? But Sis I can promise you I will not be a [Hero]. But I do not promise you, that I will not expose myself to danger and challenges.¡± Erhart speaks to himself after reading the letter. He carefully folds the paper and put the letter into the pocket under his cloak. Then he turns back and stares deep into the paralysed beasts¡¯ eye. As he is doing so, countless thin strings made out of silver luminous light escapes from the beasts¡¯ body flying towards Erhart and melds back into the centre of his forehead. Those are the ¡°Blades¡¯ Mind ¡°, a technique, that uses both ¡®Yi¡¯, a warrior¡¯s will and ¡®Qi¡¯ a warrior¡¯s energy. This technique use ¡®Qi¡¯ as the base and ¡®Yi¡¯ as the modification, once hit a living creature, ¡®Blades¡¯ Mind¡¯ will trap the creature¡¯s conscious in an illusion constructed purely out of the user¡¯s ¡®Yi¡¯.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. As soon as the ¡°Blades¡¯ Mind¡± are taken out of the beasts¡¯ body. In an instant, all the beast jumps away from Erhart, leaving a gap of ten metres or so between them. in their huge yellow eyes, Erhart can see fear, a lot of fear and some confusion. Confused not only at that how can a [Human] be this powerful, but more so on why did he spare their life ¡°You can go now, please if you can tell your kinds to not attack me, I will greatly appreciate that. I do not mean any harm.¡± Erhart speaks to the beasts, despite knowing that it may not work, he did it anyway. After those words, Erhart yawns and stretches his arms and shoulders a bit. Then he turns around and keeps on walking, as if those beasts are not even there. ¡­¡­. Soon after Erhart and the beasts leaves the area, a small part of the ground begins to shake, and out of now where a child¡¯s head worms out of the ground, spitting out some dirt and sand. The head has short flame red hair with a pair of ruby like eyes, a high cheekbone, a delicate chin combines with a slim cheek. Soon following the head, the whole person is out of the dirt. The child wears a grey cloak with woollen clothing under it. Across his body it is covered in dust. The child is about the same age as Erhart, maybe a bit young. ¡°That was close! If that [Human] had not been here, I would have become those things dinner.¡± The child speaks the thoughts out loud. ¡°Who is he anyway, he is a very interesting [Human].¡± ¡°WAIT!¡± the child shouts, ¡°COULD HE BE THE NEXT [He¡­¡± before the child can finish the sentence, the child feels a sudden sting coming from the neck. The child move the hands towards the area of the sting. Finding that he is being pricked with a needle. Suddenly, the child¡¯s world turns black and the child faints. ¡°That took longer than expected.¡± Erhart says walking towards the child. Surprised by the fact that the child actually lasted for that long to take the needle out. As Erhart presumes the child is not one of the monsters he just fought, therefore he believes there will not be any need for him to use ¡°Blade¡¯s Mind¡± on the child. During the fight, he had with those beast, he sensed a living thing was watching him from underneath. He first thought it may be just some creatures of the mountain he is yet to encounter. But to his surprise, after his attempt to lead the creature out of its hiding by pretend to be leaving. Instead of a monster, he sees a child coming out of the ground like a worm. In which made him question his sanity more than if he was to see a giant dragon or something. ¡°Hope nothing more wired would ha¡­¡± Suddenly, he senses a powerful killing intention coming towards him from his back. Without further thinking Erhart begins to sprint away from the aura. He did not have time to care about the child. As soon as he feels that he is in the safe zone, Erhart turns, throwing his bag onto the ground, unleashing his sword in an instant and moves into a strong defensive stance. ¡®What the killing intention is coming from that child? What happened to him?¡¯ Erhart thinks. The child does not look a single bit like before. The child¡¯s red hair turns into glowing white and the child¡¯s skin is replaced with metal like green scales, two black horns grows out of the child¡¯s head, soon rainbow coloured [Ewa] also begins to formulate around the child¡¯s two new grown claws. ¡°WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT?!¡± Erhart have learned how most of the [Blood Transformations] looks like from the books in his old village¡¯s library. But he had never seen something like this. ¡°DIE!¡± The child say, its voice is so loud, Erhart feels as if his eardrum is going to be ripped apart by simply listening to it. The child charge in, in just seconds, the child covers half of the ways between itself and Erhart. ¡°Cut.¡± Erhart whispers, he is not surprised by the child¡¯s attack, as he had seen the similar trick being used by the gold helmet man once. With a slight movement of his sword, two brand new wounds appear on both of the child¡¯s legs. The child¡¯s movement towards Erhart did not seem to be effected greatly by such attack, with slight decrease in velocity, the child is still able charge towards Erhart. But unlike before, the rainbow coloured [Ewa] around the child¡¯s hands begins to manoeuvre, wrapping around the child like a protective shield, yet it is still ineffective against Erhart¡¯s sword aura. With Erhart¡¯s second slash, the shield shatters as if it is a bubble. With the shattering of the shield, the child finally understands that Erhart is a troublesome opponent, the child changes its pattern of attack from charging directly into an advance that involves hopping left and right. The child uses the nearby huge rocks as the platforms for launching. Each hop seems to Erhart as if the child is defying the gravity itself, but as he sees the cracks the child made on the rock each time with the jump. Erhart cannot help but to be amazed at the unimaginable physical strength the child must possesses. ¡®To think, that I will be fighting Mario so early on.¡¯ Erhart begins to focus, manipulates huge proportion of his ¡®Qi¡¯ from his dantian (elixir field, the place where Qi is theorised to be stored in) into all parts of his body. All of a sudden, in Erhart¡¯s point of view everything seems to have become slower and all of his senses have becomes sharper and faster, he can see the dust flying in the air, the shards of rock blasting outwards each time the child¡¯s hops, he can hear his heartbeats, he can even hear the child¡¯s too. ¡®Such hacks.¡¯ Erhart faintly smiles, starts to move towards the child, swinging his blade as if he is doing so, cuts soon begin to appear across the child¡¯s body one after another. Erhart¡¯s movements become blurry, before the child even knows it, Erhart is already in front of it, making seemingly endless attacks at just a blink of an eye. Each of Erhart¡¯s swings that lands on child is seemingly light and powerless. Yet it is extremely fast and smooth like the water droplets. With each of slashes, cleaves and stab, it deals as much damage as possible and the energy used on one slash is also recycled and stacks onto the next. As the time goes on the child feels more and more pain, and its body begins to sustain more and more damage. ¡®First sword form, with millions of hits and strikes, even droplets can crush stone. ¡® With the last attack, Erhart dashes across the child, reversing his sword and slams the wooden hilt of the sword into the child¡¯s stomach, it may seem like a simple hilt smash, but in truth the force that is in this smash is greater than all the previous strikes combine. As the hilt makes its contact, the air around it seems to be compressed and the shock wave is emitted across the [Seven Finger Mountain]. The child is knocked back into its previous form. ¡­¡­. A huge green eye opens ¡­¡­. Trees begins to move with a huge body rises from beneath ¡­¡­. ¡°Interesting¡­¡± the white image says, while watching Erhart fight with the child through a crystal ball. ¡­¡­.. ¡°Emmmm, so you decided to take an apprentice old friend. ¡°a black haired young man says, his face is pale and mostly covered by his long jet black hair, slow he rises from a chair made from green bricks. ¡°AHHH, MY BACK!¡± Blood Drainers The whole mountain starts to tremble, soon a beast awakes from under it. The beast has huge green eyes, a lizard like head and a turtle like body covered in huge, rough rock scales, with trees growing on top. As the beast¡¯s tail moves out of its place, a creek is created. ¡°What do you want [Bloodline Thief]¡± The beast speaks. The beast¡¯s sound is deep and surprisingly quiet, but it is still intimidating and filled with concentrated /Life/ [Ewa]. The [Blood Thief] in front of it, is a handsome looking, middle age man, with long grey hair and a pair of ruby red eyes. He is dressed in a white band jacket with golden edges, on his belt is a fancy looking dagger and a pair thin long swords. ¡°Waiting.¡± With a sudden explosion, a woman lands, she is covered from head to toe like a mummy with sheets of old yellow fabrics. ¡°Lady Monica, [Guardian] of the {Blood Tomb}¡± the [Blood Thief] mutters. Bitting his lips. {1st Blood Tomb} is the most sacred place in the land of {Cuood}. It is the place where all the dead bodies of the [Pre-Legend] tier [Blood Warriors] from all races are stored in. The bodies of [Pre-Legend] tier [Blood Warriors] contain immeasurable amount of [Ewa] inside their veins, therefore are extremely valuable and dangerous both dead and alive. In order to make sure those dead bodies are not being misused for unsuitable purposes and create conflicts between races. {1st Blood Tomb} is created and [Guardians] are being trained in the {Blood Tomb}, from the orphans gathered across {Cuood}. The training is extremely cruel and most of the orphans dies before they turn 18 and those who are alive are rid of all emotions and turned into a perfect weapon for killing and protecting the tomb. If there is one party the [Blood Thief] that do not wish to mass with, the [Blood Tomb] and its [Guardians] is definitely the one. ¡°Shall we begin.¡± Lady Monica says. Her voice is emotionless and almost feels mechanical. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°How could you start without me, that¡¯s a bit rude.¡± with that phrase, the ground of the nearby areas begins to vibrate, but not like an earth quake. The vibration comes from the particles and molecules of the matter itself. Soon black clouds also gather in the sky, spiralling into the pattern of snail¡¯s shell, claps of thunder can also be heard from time to time, along with some occasional lightning sparks in the cloud. All the suddenly the day turns darker then the night itself. Time and space around the area are cracks. [Ewa] residents in the area also materialises into their physical state. Hovering in the air in the form of a rainbow coloured fog. Out of nowhere the white image that talked with Erhart seven years ago appears sitting on top of the turtle like beast¡¯s head. ¡°You, ou, ou , ou arrrreee¡­¡± The [Blood Thief] asks, his voice is shaking and his whole-body trembling as he witnessed the area¡¯s time and space collapsing caused by the single appearance of someone, there is no doubt about it, the white image he sees before him is the man that ended the great War. The only [Legend] tier [Blood Warrior] in the {Cuood}¡¯s history. ¡°Hello, I am Arnold Drakia, also you may call me ¡°the man¡± (refer to chapter 0). How rude of you, after giving me an invitation, yet still tries to start the meeting without me ¡° The turtle like beast, [Bloodline Thief] and the [Guardian] are all of the sudden becomes speechless. The man that ended the great War. The legend in all of the child¡¯s bedtime story. The warrior mimicked by all teens in {Cuood}. The perfect standard for a husband, wished for by all maidens across the land. He is not just one of those [Human] [Hero]. He is the true hero of {Cuood} and he Is standing right in front of them, maybe it is just a projection of him. But it is more than enough for those three to be stunned for a few minutes.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡°Hmmm, hello? Is anyone still here.¡± The Arnold¡¯s image asks jokingly. ¡°Oh!! Oh YES, Sorry, sir.¡± The [Bloodline Thief] recovers first from his shock and replies in a hurry. ¡°So shall we begin?¡± ¡°Of cause.¡± The [Bloodline Thief] clears his throat and says, ¡°We are facing a crisis! A complication that all Ten.. Nine Great Races will be facing soon enough, the [Blood Drainers] are coming. According to my spies¡¯ most recent report, [Blood Drainers] have doubled their armies¡¯ numbers in just three years. And will be able to rival us in about ten years or so, by us I mean the whole [Nine Blood Alliances], the whole combination of all Nine Great Race¡¯s elite along with special officers sent to join from minor races and ancient races.¡± ¡°What are these [Blood Drainers]? If I was you, I have dealt with them a long time ago, GOD! You [Bloodline Thief] are just thief aren¡¯t you. You are no warrior!¡± the beast shouts arrogantly. ¡°He~ He~! Emperor Twava of [Beasts], excuse my rudeness but first, you will not to be able to fighting those [Blood Drainers], neither will you be any good against them. [Blood Drainers] are not like us Great Races or any of the other races. They do not need [Bloodline Awakening], so even their children when necessary can be sent onto the battle field. And unlike us, in which gains ability from training and awakening. They can gain OUR abilities by drinking the blood of those who died fighting them. Some We [Nine Blood Alliances] will not fight them or lose asingle man pointlessly unless necessary. And according to my spies, these [Blood Drainers] can also take abilities off [Beasts] as well! THE [Jade scale] ability that you beasts are so proud of, is already taken by one of the leader of the [Blood Drainers] army!¡± the [Bloodline Thief] replies coldly. ¡°We can grant our soldiers a self-destruct abilities or inject poison into their veins before battle.¡± The [Guardian] speaks such heartless words in a light and almost normal tone. The [Blood Thief] sighs and closes his eyes, after a second or so he says,¡± When the time comes, if that is the only thing we can do, then so be it. But I do not want to see our warriors forced to do that. If those [Blood Drainers] are just another peaceful new race. We have no need to conflict with them.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not possible.¡± Arnold, the white image finally talks. He shakes his head and adds on,¡± And [Blood Drainers] are not new at all. Before I come back to stop the war. I was fighting them alongside of some [Human] [Heroes] near the border of the former [Human] Kingdom. But back then they are easily dealt with, as they are not united and often conflict with one and another. The ability to steal our [Blood Awakening Abilities] is called [Looting] and this ability is far from what makes them truly scary. They can also use [Hunt], an ability that track a person by just tasting their blood and [Blood Control], an ability that controls a person¡¯s blood within range, in which can cause blood to clot as well as many other blood related problem, in which ultimately kills the person even if the person is in the [Pre-Legend] tier. They are our natural enemies.¡± ¡°What is Blood clotting?¡± The [Guardian] asks. ¡°That¡¯s not important.¡± Arnold replies, ¡°Due to one of the rules in the Realm of Legend. I cannot help the Ten Great Races directly, but don¡¯t be fearful, there will be three children born into {Cuood} possessing the [Perfect Blood]. They superior knowledges, that hopefully will allow us to survive this disaster.¡± ¡°Hmm, by any chance is Alinakin¡¯s apprentice one of them? Or nah?¡± ¡°what?!¡± Arnold after hearing a foreign voice, he turns back and sees a young man in black cloak, with long jet black hair that covers his eyes standing behind him. ¡°Who are you? Where did you come from?¡± [The Bloodline Thief] Shouts, he is absolutely sure seconds ago there isn¡¯t a man there. Despite not sensing any danger and immense power coming from the black haired young man like he first did when Arnold first enters. He cannot allow himself to believe just a normal, from the looks of it, [Human]. No [Human] can just appear out of no where without anyone of them detecting him. ¡°Me? Oh, you know, Just A Wizard Passing By.¡± So Close Yet So Far ¡°So you are basically saying, the person who just attacked me is you, but is not you¡­..¡± Erhart speaks unsurely. He sounds confused. ¡°Yes, my [Second] awakened, THANKS to that needle of yours.¡± The child says angrily. Especially emphasising the irony inside the word ¡®Thanks¡¯. ¡°Hurrrr. Hmmm, Errr what is you [Second]?¡± Erhart asks. The child sighs, and answers,¡± How could someone be so clueless, like is it a thing being a [Human].¡± Erhart ignored that comment, the child continues,¡± [Second] is the name used for, when the host of a certain bloodlines loses control over their body¡¯s action. And Like, it usually occurs in [Mix Bloods]. As [Mix Bloods]¡¯ bloodline is more unstable and the bloodlines inside the host¡¯s body often conflicts with one and another. So, when a host is unconscious, like sleeping, like knocked out or apparently hit by a needle or something. The host can easily lose control over their bloodlines, entering their [Second] mode.¡± ¡°Oh, similar sleep walking. But with magic and things.¡± Erhart says, still do not fully understand. ¡°like what? What is ¡°sleepwalking¡± and what is ¡°magic¡±¡± ¡°Never mind.¡± ¡°Err, Hey ¡¯Fruit knife¡¯¡± As that phrase comes out of the child¡¯s mouth, Erhart whole body froze for a second or two. His mind goes blank; all his previous thoughts disappears in an instant, leaving behind only that phrase playing forwards and backwards again and again. Soon the image of a girl smiling appears inside of his head. ¡®Such Familiar phrase, NO IT CAN¡¯T BE I KILLED HER! I KILLED HER.¡¯ Erhart¡¯s face darkens, tears formulate around the corners of his eye. He turns around and moves his sleeves up to swipe the tears off, but pretend to the child as if he is having sore eyes. ¡°Who is ¡®Fruit Knife¡¯?¡± Erhart ask, his voice shakes slightly but mostly in control. ¡°You of cause, like, I don¡¯t know your name and like, you cut up fruits and plants really quickly. So I think I will just call you ¡¯Fruit Knife¡¯ From now. never mind that can you untie me. Like, Please.¡± The child cannot endure the fact of not only unable to move freely and also being tied onto a tree like a rice dumpling. ¡°No, Mario.¡± ¡°MY NAME IS YADINA.¡± The child shouts furiously. ¡°Of cause it is, Mario.¡± Erhart says jokingly. ¡­¡­. ¡°Who are~ You!¡± Arnold asks, on the surface his voice is calm. But from the slight crack in the middle of his phrase, it is clear that Arnold is somewhat scared. Once there was a time, before he enters the [Legend Tier] he is not afraid of anything or anyone. He perceive himself to be the strongest in the world. But soon he realised that how foolish he was, once he enteres The Realm Of The Legends. he feels as if he is no more a merely insect. He sees beings so much powerful than him is from other worlds and universes, that can easily vaporise him with a flick of their finger. ¡°Nice to meet you, my name is Zotoady! By the way is this {Cuood}?¡± The black hair young man says, rubbing the back of his head. ¡°Yees, by any chance that emm Zotoady, well you are from The Realm of Legends.¡± Arnold asks the question nervously, but in a straight forward fasion. He did not attempt to beat about the brush. ¡°Nah. Not really.¡± Zotoady replies casually. ¡°Then, How did you get here.¡± Arnold¡¯s tone changes into somewhat more arrogant after hearing that answer. ¡®He¡¯s probably just a foolish [Human] [Alchemist] that got here by an accident¡¯ ¡°I don¡¯t know? How did I get here? Who knows?¡± ¡°Then remove yourself from our meeting, FOOLISH [HUMAN]¡± As Twava roars, the ground trembles. ¡°Sorry can¡¯t do, unless you tell me where is Alinakin¡¯s apprentice.¡± Zotoady says cheerfully, not intimidated by the Emperor of the [Beasts] in the slightest way possible. ¡°Then you shall meet with our force.¡± [The Bloodline Thief] says while looking at the others, seeing they all nodded. He is quite confident that if they are to have physical conflict with Zotoady, this black haired [Human] will meet his end here. ¡°Please, don¡¯t. I hate violence. Please just tell me where is Alinakin¡¯s apprentice, you know the boy with a sword, the one used Sword style~*Rain*~. You must know him!¡± Zotoady says with a bit annoyance in his voice after seeing his one simple question keeps on getting unanswered or ignored. ¡°I do know him, an interesting human that I reincarnated into {Cuood}, you know things god do.¡± Arnold answers proudly, somewhat trying to show off to Zotoady and others. ¡°Hurrrr, I see so, where is he?¡± Zotoady says, asking his question for the third time ¡®WHY THE HELL CAN¡¯T ANYONE HERE ANSWER MY QUESTION WITH A STRAIGHT ANSWER.¡¯ ¡°[Five Finger Mountain].¡± Arnold finally replies. ¡°Got it! Thank you very much, Arnold is it? Thank you!¡± Zotoady says, while puts his left hand in front of his chest and bows slightly to Arnold¡¯s white image. ¡°Bye guys, sorry for the intrusion.¡± Zotoady waves his hand to other four and prepares to take his leave. ¡°Wait a minute, we cannot just let you come and leave like this.¡± [Bloodline Thief] threatens coldly. Killing intentions can be seen emitting out of his body along with [Ewa] being assembled around his hands. ¡°Oh Emmm, so Err, Right, Sorry, I forgot to pay for the information. HERE¡± Zotoady says, throwing one white gems each to all other beings here, including Arnold. In fear of those gems might be a trap, both the [Blood Thief] and the [Guardian] launches themselves backwards, creating a shield with their [Ewa] between them and the gems. The shields they created are less transparent and much thicker than the one Yadina¡¯s [Second] used against Erhart. Comprehensibly, making them much stronger and protective. But to those two¡¯s surprise as the gems land on the gtound, the white gems did not just go EXPLISION, instead they are just lying there like two normal gem stones would. On the other hand, Arnold and Tawva catches the white gems directly. One with his hand and the other with its claw, unthreatened by the fact the gems maybe traps. ¡°Level 1 Mana stone. Have fun with them,¡± ¡°YOU THINK WE ARE BEGGERS.¡± The Emperor of [Beasts] shouts angrily, thinking that Zotoady is trying to humiliate them, while shattering the gem instantly with its claw. ¡°Emmm, sorry but I don¡¯t really have anything on me that is more valuable than those, I am poor¡± Zotoady apologises, looking all innocent. Before further can be said, a gigantic energy beam is already directed toward Zotoady. ¡°No, No, nononono, where is it, crap, crap, crap.¡± Zotoady looks all over his pockets, finally finds the thing he is looking for-------a bottle of purple fluid. He throws the glass of fluid onto the ground, as the fluid gradually comes out of the bottle, it expands out and forms a vortex. Without any hesitant Zotoady jumps straight into it. A second or two after he made his escape, the energy passes above his head changing all the nearby landscape along the way. Gradually as the beam disappears, it leaves nothing behind other than a huge cylinder shaped crater and a layer of scorched earth above it.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. ¡­¡­. ¡°ALINKAKIN¡¯S APPRENTICE? WHERE ARE YOU? HELLO?! ANYONE HERE?¡± Zotoady walks alone, in who knows where inside of the [Five Finger Mountain]. The day is already dark and the forest is much creepier than it already is, trees seems to be moving and the whole forest looks alive. Wind bellows over the leaves and the branches, making a chilling sound that is similar to the cry of a hundred of strangling infants. Soon with Zotoady¡¯s arrival, [Beasts] also emerges out of their hiding, following Zotoady as he walks deeper and deeper into the forest looking for the best opportunity to take down their prey. Occasionally in the corner of his eye, Zotoady can see the glimmers those blood thirsty eyes. Suddenly Zotoady stops. ¡°Come out, guys,¡± Wolf like [Beasts] of different shapes and sizes gradually walks out from their hidings, begins to circle around their newly found prey. Zotoady does not shown any signs of fear on his face, oppositely he put on a huge smile after seeing the [Beasts]. He takes out a few rainbow coloured crystals from the pockets around his belt. And throw them down onto the ground in front of him. In both surprise and confusion, the [Beasts] move closer and closer to those crystals, just like a puppy sees a bone. Soon one of the bigger [Beast] fall out of from the formation, picking up one of the crystals with its mouth and swallows it. Zotoady walks forward, petting the [Beast] lightly on the head, the [beast] did not seem in any way to be in any way angered by his action. Oppositely it lowers its upper body, closes its eyes, shaking its tail continuously and seemingly to be enjoying it. ¡°Good, Doggy.¡± ¡°Come on, other doggies there are still more here.¡± Waving his hand causally, signalling other [Beasts] to come to the crystals. ¡®Why can¡¯t people in this world be more like Tavellians and live peacefully with non-humanoid creatures. Such a shame, blessed with Magical Beasts, yet do not know how to use them¡¯ ¡°So, by any chance have any of you you seen a black-haired boy?¡± ¡­¡­. ¡°Emmm, what is your blood line.¡± Erhart asks bluntly. ¡°Human, Beast-ling, Demon.¡± ¡°I see, you have three [Bloodlines], that¡¯s why your transformation looks wired.¡± Erhart says. ¡°Elf, Dwarf, Dragon, Sky walker.¡± ¡®Wait, What? Six? Why not give me undead and fairy too then?¡¯ ¡®Undead and Fairy.¡± ¡°Emmm, ten bloodlines, no wonder your [Ewa] is rainbow coloured.¡± Erhart comments. ¡°like, What¡¯s [Ewa]?¡± ¡°Nothing, that¡¯s what we [Human] uses to call the things that give you [Blood Awakening Abilities].¡± ¡°like, isn¡¯t [Blood Awakening Abilities] just there? Like, what do you mean isn¡¯t [Blood Awakening Abilities] once you tier up, you can just do?¡± immediately after the sentence, she says, ¡°Like this? First Tier Blood Awakening Ability---Death Bolt.¡° Normally in heat of a battle or any critical moments, any sane [Blood Awakening Ability] users will never say ¡°xxx Tier Blood Awakening Ability --- blal bla balaaa.¡± To cast their abilities, not only most before they can even finish their sentence, they will have already been stabbed or shot by their opponent. And additionally, on a battle field shouting such fancy words is just like saying wearing orange jump suit may make you a stealthier ninja. Making one an immediate target for all the enemy fire powers. And if a [Blood Awakening Ability] user is to be skilled enough. They do not even have to say or do anything in order to activate their abilities. [Ewa] begins to formulate around Yadina¡¯s right hand, and soon with a light ¡°pop¡± sound. A purple coloured energy bolt appears. The bolt is roughly in a ball shape, and most likely due to Yadina¡¯s poor control over the ability and low [Ewa] capacity. The bolt only appeared for few seconds before vanishing. ¡°Normally [Death Bolt] can only be used by [Tier three] demons. But I have been using it ever since my [Demon Bloodline] [Awakened]¡± Yadina says proudly. ¡°How do you [Awaken]?¡± ¡°Easy way is to drink pure [Human]s¡¯ blood.¡± Yadina pauses, she puts up a menacing face and licks her lips while looking at Erhart with a greedy look. Seeing Erhart once again reaches for his sword, she giggles. ¡°You really do remind me of someone. Why [Human] blood, isn¡¯t it supposed to be weakest.¡± ¡°like, yes, but like it is also the most stable.¡± ¡°A really personal question.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Are you a boy or a girl!¡± Erhart blushes slightly, he asks, closing his eye and turns around. ¡°Girl?¡± ¡°what?!¡± ¡°Wait? Did you just realise it now? WHAT ARE YOU DOING FRUIT KNIFE! YOU PERVERT!¡± Erhart pushes Yadina onto the ground, and rolls both of them into the nearest bush, lowering his head to the left side of Yadina¡¯s neck. So close Yadina can even feel Erhart¡¯s hot breath. ¡°DDweifwiuwfwiu#3421¡± ¡°Shssssss.¡± Erhart says, covering Yadina¡¯s mouth and signalling her to be quiet. Slowly he rises his upper body, making as less movement in one time as possible. While unsheathing his sword. ¡°HELLO?¡± a black haired young man greets, while stepping out of from the trees, into Erhart¡¯s campsite. Follows by a group of Wolf like [Beasts] that looks similar to the ones Erhart fought when he first enters the [Five Finger Mountain]. The young man¡¯s long jet black hair covers most of his face including his eyes. Erhart cannot sense any presence coming from him at all. No Qi, no [Ewa], nothing at all. But it did not make Erhart in anyway less scared of the man as to Erhart this black-haired man is basically not there. When he sensed something is coming, he only senses the [Beasts]¡¯s Qi, as for the man he is invisible to Erhart¡¯s sensing abilities. Erhart remembers his master telling him, ¡®All Living beings have Qi.¡¯ ¡®How can this man do not? Is he an [Undead] or something.¡± ¡°Oh, why are you hiding in the bushes?¡± Zotoady asks curiously. ¡°How did you see us?¡± ¡°Because I am not blind?¡± Zotoady replies. Erhart climbs up, and moves out of the bush where he is hiding in. He directs the sharp point of his blade toward Zotoady and prepares to use ¡°Sword Aura¡±, if time comes to push. ¡°Do you know Durandal Alinakin?¡± Zotoady did not bother with any small talks, he asks the question he have been wishing to ask for a long time. ¡°NO.¡± ¡°You are lying, please answer it.¡± Zotoady begs. Erhart opens his mouth and closes it again, intentionally gazes upwards and looks back at Yadina. Corner of Zotoady¡¯s mouth rises slightly upwards, he grins lightly. From his belt Zotoady pulls out a flask that is seemingly empty. But once looks closer, one can see inside the flask contain a molten glass like, see through liquid. Zotoady smashes the flask onto the ground. The liquid begins to expand; A cubic room is created, covering the nearby areas including Zotoady and Erhart. Inside the room Erhart feels wired, he feels that the Qi inside of his body and the Qi around him are put into a pause, no matter how hard he tries to move it, his Qi is just not moving. ¡°So can we talk now.¡± Zotoady says, lowering himself onto the ground. ¡°in this domain not even members of the Realm of Legend can spy on us. Not to say your lady friend out there, aren¡¯t you a bit too young for those kinds of things. Actually, I take back what I said, your soul¡¯s age is already 25 Earth year¡¯s old. So you are just into little girls. I see¡­..¡± putting up an awkward face, slightly disgusted. ¡°It was an accident. Who are you anyway? How do you know about my true age?¡± Erhart is too far surprised to be embarrassed by Zotoady¡¯s comment. He did not bother to argue with this mysterious black haired young man too much, inside of his head, there are so many questions unanswered. ¡°My name is Zotoady. As for why can I see your age, well ask Alinakin for the reason.¡± ¡°Who is my master to you anyway. How did you know him?¡± ¡°He is one of my student¡¯s best friend.¡± ¡°Is that it?¡± Erhart says, he will not be that surprised if Zotoady are to tell him Alinakin comes from other planets or from another world, as many things he learned from his master is quite in some ways unhuman and unscientific, far beyond the normal people¡¯s understanding of this world. Things that can be only seen in Fantasy Stories, Movies and TV shows. ¡°Do you know who your father and mother is?¡± ¡°No, I am an orphan.¡± ¡°LAUGH MY ASS OFF? YOU THINK YOU ARE AN ORPAN?! WHAT? HOW?¡± Zotoady shouts, soon Zotoady realises he is a bit overly excited. He coughs and forces himself back to his normal tone, ¡°Who told you that.¡± ¡°Aunt Taissa?¡± ¡°HAHAHAAH! Taissa?! Aunt, at least you got that part right!? How is she?¡± ¡°Fine, well at least before I died, do you know her?¡± ¡°Yes, of cause, I know her.¡± Zotoady replies, laying onto the floor and looks up on to the ceiling. ¡°Then, are you also a person from my world?¡± ¡°No. I don¡¯t even know which world you came from. So Alinakin is not in this world then¡­¡± Zotoady sounds a bit disappointed. ¡°Earth.¡± ¡°Ohhhhhh, no wonder you are exact 25 Earth year old! {Cuood}¡¯s one year is same as Earth¡¯s one year if I remember clearly.¡± Zotoady sits up straight and makes a fist with his right hand, and a flat palm with his left, hammering them together. ¡°Can you sent me home!¡± ¡°Why should I?¡± ¡°What?! Aren¡¯t you my master¡¯s BEST friend¡¯s master¡± Erhart says, especially emphasising the word ¡°Best¡±. ¡°Yah but why should I help you even if you are my best friend¡¯s student.¡± ¡°Wuuu~, is it because that you cannot do it! YOU DO NOT HAVE THE POWER TO SENT ME HOME!¡± Erhart says with a scornful tone, attempting to taunt Zotoady. ¡°Hee,¡± Zotoady lightly grins, takes out a flask of purple flux and throws it to the nearest wall, a familiar image of a city appears before Erhart¡¯s eye, the roads, the sky-high buildings, the people, the cars, everything gradually all enters Erhart¡¯s view, he is stunned. At first he thought it is just an image, but soon when the sound begins to echo out of the flux, when he smells the gasoline filled air of his old world his heart begins pounding, so close yet so far. Zotoady walks in into the flux and walks out, he walks in and walks out. Dancing around, sticking out his tongue. Inside Erhart¡¯s heart hatred and anger begins to emerge, brewing stronger and stronger. Erhart really wish that he can go across and punch this bastard in the face, not before he realises that he cannot even move, due to some unknown reason. Zotoady¡¯s faint grain also begins to change into somewhat horrid. He crosses his legs and lower himself onto the floor, while Zotoady just like a puppet, unable to control his body also forces into doing the same. ¡°Let us talk about you.¡± I will be back Recently, i was infromed that something happened and i will be required to go somewhere to do something for a few weeks or even months, i do not know how to put it.... but i really will not be able to upload anything for at least 5 weeks or so as the place i will be going to do not have interenet.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. I am really sorry and deeply appologise to those who enjoys the story so far. Here i wish to thank you all for reading Perfect Blood. Thank you all very much for all your feed backs and surpports you have been giving me. It really meaned a lot to me. Yet this note is just temporary goodbye, I promise Perfect Blood and Erhart will have itheir return. Thank you! and see you later! So you remember ¡°Me?!¡± ¡°Yes, you! The child who left his friend to die, who choose to do the right thing even knows the consequence.¡± Zotoady says coldly, putting much irony on the word ¡°right¡±, while keeping a villainous smile on his face. ¡°Shut up.¡± Erhart says quietly, he wishes that he can move his hands up to cover up his ears, yet just like before he is unable to move a single inch. ¡°I see so you did not forget The Face you remember The Smile you were given The Death that follows¡± ¡°SHUT UP¡± Erhart¡¯s mind in all of the sudden goes blank and his consciousness gradually fades away, he feels as if he is falling deeper and deeper into a ravine of darkness. With nothing to await him, nothing at all <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> ¡°Don¡¯t worry Erhart, I will not blame you.¡± A young woman says staring down at Erhart. Erhart¡¯s eye widens and he gasps. With barely any air in his lung he shouts, ¡°Yuna!¡± But Yuna does not seem to have heard his voice. She keeps her beautiful smile on her face, the smile that was once Erhart¡¯s light and hope, but now it is the darkness that haunts him every night in his dreams. She pats Erhart on his back lightly on his back, attempting to calm him down. This Erhart seems to be in his teens, wearing a stained white lab coat. On his face writes both sadness and furious, crashing the white metal floor with his fist. Keeps on gazing towards the other side of the room. The Thing is coming, the thing that caused all of Erhart¡¯s guilt, regret and anger, the thing that represents the death itself, the thing that have taken all of Erhart¡¯s will to live, along with the life of the one that is most precious to him from him.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. The Gas, the Blue Mist. ¡°RUN YUNA!¡± Erhart shouts, but as if he is not even there, Erhart and Yuna stays still, they begin to move into a hugging position, burying each other¡¯s eyes onto each other¡¯s shoulder¡­.. ¡°I SAID RUN!¡± Erhart sprints toward his old self and Yuna, strikes his hand forward attempt to drag them away, yet as if those two are not even there. Erhart¡¯s body passes straight through both of them. ¡°GET OUT!¡± ¡°RUN!!¡± ¡°MOVE ERHART, BLOODY MOVE!¡± ¡°GET THEM OUT OF HERE!¡± Erhart shouts again and again. Charging forwards and back times after time trying to move them away, but he never succeeded. Soon, he realises that this may well be an illusion set up by Zotoady. But the realness of the situation makes the illusion not matter much, to him, he simply does not wish to experience or see it happen all again. As he knows ¡®I can never change my past.¡¯ ¡°DAMMIT!¡± Smashing his fist onto the wall. ¡°GET THEM out of here.¡± Erhart cries at the top of his lung. ¡°Good bye Erhart.¡± Yuna¡¯s whisper gradually enters his head. ¡°get them out¡­..¡± The frequency of Erhart¡¯s fist hitting the wall gradually reduces, soon it stops entirely. Erhart lays against the wall with his two hands right above his head, his grip gradually tightens, tears begin to pour down from his eyes. ¡°AHHHHH¡± He screams. The sound echoes around the room, making it much more heart tearing than it already is. ¡­¡­ ¡°HAHAHAHAHA.¡± The cry stops, replaced with a chain of laughing breaks out of nowhere. Erhart¡¯s tears fly everywhere, as he trembles his head and dances around the room like a mad man. Don¡¯t know if it is because of the satire that comes with the situation or maybe Erhart is suffering a mental breakdown, Erhart howls. Laughing at unlike many situations he was exposed to, which people lose their loved one because they do not have the power to save them. Yet for his case, he had the power. Nothing can stand against his Sword Aura, ¡®Swordmaster laughs when the world goes cry, one cut through the blood goes dry.¡¯ Back then, if he wanted to, he could ,not to say the wall preventing them from escaping, he could cut the whole lab into two pieces without even raise a finger. ¡®Yet WHY? WHY can I just not be more selfish! Why do I have to be this stupid? Why do I have to be such a good human being? WHY DO I FEEL RESPONSIBLE to KEEP THE GAS INSIDE THE LAB! SO A FEW PEOPLE I DON¡¯T EVEN KNOW CAN LIVE AND ONE THAT I DO LOVE MUST DIE?! WHY? WHY! WHY! WHY ERHART! YOU BLOODY IDIOT¡¯ ;WHY WAS I BANISHED FROM THE VILLAGE DOING NOTHING WRONG?¡¯ ;WHY AM I STUPID ENOUGH TO CHOOSE [HUMAN] AS MY RACE! WHY CAN¡¯T I can JUST THROW AWAY MY HUMANITY; ¡°WHY.¡± ¡°Why.¡± ¡°why¡­.¡± Erhart gradually collapse onto the ground, staring aimless towards the lab¡¯s floor. he soon shuts his eyes, covers the back of his head with his two hands. Rubbing his hair in frustration as he questions himself of all his actions and choices. But out of the enteral despair one thought emerges that ends all others. ¡®Will Yuna be happy, if I let many others to die instead of her.¡¯ Erhart may well not wish to accept this but, if others are to die so that she can live. Yuna may never smile again. Bargain with the devil ¡°How about a deal, first deal of your life, 15% discount with full customer services and other benefits.¡± A new voice enters Erhart¡¯s head, as he opens his eye he sees Zotoady ducks down in front of him. ¡°Go away.¡± Erhart is slightly calmer than before, yet He currently still do not wish to see this annoying bastard. ¡°Come on little Erhart, you may love the deal.¡± ¡°I said GO! AWAY!¡± Erhart shouts. ¡°Just a deal, dood. One Deal, maybe two or three. Or four, or¡­¡± ¡°Fxxk OFF!¡± Erhart is now fully enraged, he focuses all his anger, rage and fury onto this obnoxious failure of a being claim to be his master¡¯s best friend¡¯s master or whatever. Pushing himself up, sending his fist across the air and smashed it deep into Zotoady¡¯s face. Zotoady did not bother to dodge. He takes the hit literally head on. But not even flinching in the slightest possible way. ¡°Is this how you perceive life? How you control your negative emotion? Using violence and a punch or a stab to solve everything? Putting all the blame on another person. Who is not relevant to your problem at all.¡± Not seems to be bothered by the red swollen mark on his face made by Erhart¡¯s punch, he says, his words prick deep into Erhart¡¯s heart like a sharp dagger. ¡°I am already dead.¡± On the surface Erhart¡¯s voice is emotionless, but deep down he feels slightly guilty for his action just now. ¡°So be it, if that is how you thinks about then so be it. How about that we make a deal?¡± ¡°I already said, I am not interested.¡± ¡°I think you are, Well, How about this, what if I say that I can give you what you desire the most.¡± Zotoady says. ¡®Yuna?!¡¯ ¡°What is the deal?¡± Erhart asks. ¡°Here. A prepay.¡± Zotoady says, taking out a black coloured, leaf shaped gem out of one of his pockets and throws it straight at Erhart. He explains, ¡°After eleven years of continuous charging. This gem can grant you one wish, any wish is all fine, you can even ask for your universe to be explode if you want.¡± Zotoady explains, as he is doing so, the lab background, the gas, Erhart and Yuna all explodes into countless shards of green crystal, gradually dematerialise in the air. The old white room that they were previously in reappears back into Erhart¡¯s fields of sight. ¡°What is my end of the bargain?¡± Erhart questions Zotoady, knowing that ¡®There is no such thing as a free lunch even in this world.¡¯ ¡°Here.¡± Zotoady say, flicking his finger, an approximately A3 sized blue screen constructs on the back of Erhart¡¯s left hand a pixel after another. Erhart shoots back a bit, shaking his left hand consecutively as if he has caught fire, attempts to get the screen off. ¡°What the hell is this?¡± ¡°Look before you ask any questions.¡± [ ] Things to do Before you pointlessly kill yourself
  1. Make a country for [Human]
  2. Find Amelia
Your List ¡­¡­. [ ] ¡°Eight more ¡®things to do¡¯ will be added onto this list as the gem is charging.¡± ¡°And I meant to complete them?¡± ¡°Aye! If you don¡¯t the gem will not work even when fully charged. I have already set up two quests for you. Within in the 11 years, other quests will appear sooner or later.¡± Zotoady says. ¡°Not a very fair deal is it?.¡± ¡°What?!¡± ¡°First, I don¡¯t know that if this, well, rock is able to fulfil my wish! And second, you are only giving me one thing and I am supposed to do ten things for you! You think that¡¯s fair?! No.¡± Erhart begins to bargain with Zotoady. ¡°Nine things¡­.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not important.¡± ¡°1 reward for each task, then¡± Zotoady says. ¡°No! For the difficulty of your quests at least three rewards for 1 task, come on! If you have eyes, you will see that I am just a normal [Human] kid, and you are expecting me to build a bloody country. Isn¡¯t that a bit too much?¡± ¡°My rewards are really, really precious, two for one. No more.¡± ¡°Fine.¡± Erhart says, extending his right arm outwards. Palm out, flat facing upward. ¡°What do you want NOW?¡± ¡°Prepay me another reward.¡± Erhart says, shamelessly putting up a greedy smile. He did not go argue with or attempt to scam this black haired young looking man any further. He knows if he is to enrage Zotoady, the slightest chance he has of possibly able to redeem himself to Yuna and save her is over.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡°Ahhh¡­You knows no shame¡± Zotoady sighs, with a green flash, a sword emerges into his hand. The blade looks very similar to the one that Erhart have. The body of the sword is relative thin and a bit shorter compare to a standard bastard sword, is approximately half a metre-long infixes inside of a wooden, metal edged scabbard with a dark green hilt sticking out of it. The hilt consists of a relatively small trapezoid guard, a bit wider than the blade itself, styled into the shape of two clouds, with a dark green jade crystal embedded in the middle. The handle of the sword is made with some kind of green wood foreign to Erhart¡¯s knowledge with a piece of rough fabric ropes around it neatly, at the end of the handle is a sword knot made with some kind of dark green metal. ¡°You should probably start raising your ¡®qi¡¯.¡± Zotoady suggests, while realising that his Qi is no longer frozen, Erhart begins to cultivate and manoeuvre his qi across his body, in just moments, he feels that body has become much more lighter and stronger than before. ¡°Ready?! See if you can sustain!¡± Laying his hand light on the handle of the sword. ¡°Yahh?.¡± Erhart says without further consideration of the consequence. He is still confused about why he is asked to raise his Qi. In a fraction of a second, Zotoady pulls, with the slightest part of the blade leaving the scabbard, a sudden and vigorous pulse of energy radiates outwards from the sword towards Erhart. So powerful it knocks Erhart back to the other side of the room. But due to the years of practicing horse stance, Erhart manages to remain standing, but just barely. Soon with more and more parts of the blade¡¯s body is leaving the scabbard, the energy pulse changes into crimson auras, filled with unrivalled killing intents. Erhart summons up his Sword Aura to try to counter it. He first believes that he is doing quite well but soon he realises how wrong he is, when the blade is half pulled out. The remaining Sword¡¯s mind left on the sword by its previous owner begins to attack Erhart¡¯s ¡®Spirit Domain¡¯. ¡®Crap, I can¡¯t block it.¡¯ Biting his teeth Erhart thinks, as he senses that his ¡®Spiritual Domain¡¯ is being taken over bit by bit. He curses at that how the sword¡¯s old owner is careless enough to left his or her ¡°Rubbish¡± on the blade untreated, but at the same time he is also amazed at how powerful this sword¡¯s previous owner must be. Just the slightest remains of his or her power is able to invade his ¡®Spirit Domain¡¯ with such ease. ¡°It¡¯s all or nothing.¡± Erhart, take a deep breath in and begins to focus. ¡°Interesting.¡± Zotoady comments, while seeing the way Erhart uses to defend himself. Erhart did not simply go head to head with the invading Sword¡¯s mind. Instead he let them run unrestraint, using his own spirit energy as passage to direct them into the outside, reshape them and then absorb them back into his soul realm, making their power his own. Of cause, for most of the cases, if one is to try such, they are most likely going to fail and ultimately meet their end with their death being a more preferable option. But, for Erhart it is a bit different, as the owner of this sword is¡­¡­ To Erhart¡¯s surprise the invading Sword¡¯s mind has been neutralised rather smoothly. He is able to moves his body into sitting cross legged. And starts meditating. Erhart breaths in and breaths out steadily, calming his mind and entering a state of extreme focus. By doing so he is able to send his conscious into his ¡®Spirit Domain¡¯, shifting his spirit power into countless small bridges, medium uses to directs the invading Sword¡¯s Mind out of his domain, and then he with the help of his Sword Aura begins to shape them into countless thin strings. Circling around him, gradually entering his forehead one by one. As he is absorbing the sword minds, Erhart feels as if he is sitting in front of a television screen, he is able to see the scenes of memories and flashbacks left behind in the Sword¡¯s mind by the sword¡¯s previous owner. A woman, Erhart sees, a young woman with dark violet hair, almost black. She is not beautiful, but she has extraordinary presence and an almost artistic temperament that leaves behind an intense cast of mind in all the memories of all those who puts eyes on her. The sword lays gently on the back of her left arm. With just a blink of Erhart¡¯s eye, the woman jumps into motion, dancing in the air and swinging the blade, leaving behind trails of concentrated purple coloured Sword Aura with each movement. All of her strikes and swings are fluid like, not in the slightest way are they seem to be forced or mechanical. The sword looks as if it is a part of her, or a better way to put it as if she is the blade. And her enemies are not men and women, nor are they demons and monsters. She is fighting against the nature itself, crushing the clouds, shifting the earth, separating the seemingly unstoppable building highs ocean tides into two pieces. Erhart cannot help but gasps, thinking, ¡®is she even human anymore? Maybe she¡¯s not. I would not be surprised at all if she is not.¡¯ After all the events that have happened around and to Erhart, he no longer cares about his sanity, as he knows he no longer has any. Finally, the blade is out of its scabbard, Erhart¡¯s eyes gradually opens. The blade itself is plain looking with the colour of its body being dark green, presumably made from the same metal as the sword¡¯s knot. On the blade, there isn¡¯t a single pattern to decorate it nor is there any crystals embedded inside. Without any Sword Aura left on the sword. The sword does not look special in any way possible. Erhart lets out a faint smile and snatches the sword along with the scabbard from Zotoady¡¯s hand. Zotoady sighs and shakes his head seemingly in disappointment after seeing Erhart is able to endure. But when Erhart turns back and begins to praise the sword, Zotoady lets out a big smile and another sigh of relief. ¡­¡­.. ¡°WHAT DID YOU SAY!? AMELIA IS KIDNAPPED.¡± Erhart does not bother to hold his composure and shouts angrily at Zotoady, as if he is responsible for Amelia¡¯s kidnapping. Well, in some way Erhart¡¯s action may seem logical. As Zotoady, in some way or another knows such event is occurring, but he did not bother to lend a hand or try to help Amelia in anyway. Other than indirectly noticing Erhart afterwards. ¡°I think that event has been on your screen for the past five minutes, did you just notice it now?¡± ¡°But, But, But, I thought that ¡®find Amelia¡¯ means to just return to the village or something.¡± Erhart quibbles. ¡°Where is she?¡± ¡°No idea.¡± Zotoady says, while shrugging his shoulder. ¡°Tell me where she is.¡± ¡°No idea.¡± ¡°I will cut you, literally.¡± ¡°Do please try not to do so.¡± ¡°Who took her away?¡± ¡°Some group.¡± ¡°Do the leader of that group wears a gold helmet.¡± ¡°Do I look like Wikipedia to you or something, as I said before I have no idea.¡± ¡°Why didn¡¯t you help her?¡± ¡°Why should I? I don¡¯t even know her.¡± ¡°But you are a [Human] aren¡¯t you? And shouldn¡¯t we [Humans] be helping each other.¡± ¡°NO? what do makes you think that I am a human.¡± ¡°How you look.¡± ¡°Many different races have similar looks, but possess entirely different body systems. Some [Mix Bloods] in your world also have [Human] looks but the proceed themselves as being another race entirely, just like the girl you pushed over back then.¡± A silence fall after Zotoady¡¯s sentence comes out from his mouth. Erhart bites his lips in frustration, saying ¡°I am too weak, I can¡¯t even protect the one person in this world I care the most.¡± Zotoady breakout a light laughter after hearing that statement, he comments ¡°That sounds so cringy. And you are wrong, really wrong about that.¡± ¡°What do you mean.¡± ¡°You are not to blame for the girl¡¯s kidnapping.¡± ¡°Who is? The kidnappers?¡± ¡°Possibly, but they are also not the main culprits.¡± Zotoady pauses, he adds ¡°Your race¡¯s own weakness is what to blame.¡± Before Erhart can reply, Zotoady speaks on, ¡°If you race is as strong as the Taveilians in Taveila or even similar to what the humans are like on your homeland, Earth. I doubt anyone would dare to even think of kidnapping one of your own. Now here is my question for you, Why is [Human] race so weak here?¡± ¡°Because we do not have [Blood Awakening Abilities]?¡± Erhart answers unsurely, as he knows the answer is not that straight forward. ¡°Yes, that¡¯s a part of it, but there is more.¡± Erhart closes his eye and begins to dig up all the pieces of information he can think of. He soon is locked in his contemplation, buried by countless ideas and thoughts emerging out of his brain. He thinks and thinks. ¡®Our technology?¡¯, ¡®Our weapons?¡¯, ¡®Our governing system.¡¯ But these are not the answers he wishes for. These factors are only correlations, they are not the causation. Erhart felt as if he is trapped in somewhere, stuck in something. And suddenly, just like a beam of light entering a dark room. The most important piece of the puzzle is finally found that ultimately connects everything together. Erhart realises something, something lays deep within the [Human] civilisation. Something that looks as if it is a beautiful flower, yet has a poisionous serpent under it. Something that seems to be the saviour and the anchor of the [Human] race, yet is also responsible for its downfall. Erhart¡¯s eye suddenly shines, he raises his head and answers the question, ¡°[Heroes].¡± Seeing Zotoady letting out a commending smile. Erhart adds on, ¡°We, [Humans] relies too much on the power of [Heroes] to protect us, leading to us not putting too much effort on exploring the hidden potentials within our own [Bloodline] or any new and more advance technologies. In which, result in a situation of we, only have a few strong individuals within our race and if those strong ones are to die out on us, [Humans] race are basically doomed. Just like the situation we are facing now. [Heroes] are [Human]¡¯s examples, they are never out saviours.¡± ¡°Text book answer, but pretty good. And do you know what to do?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Ahh¡­ Errrr, you will figure it out.¡± Zotoady says awkwardly. With a flick of his finger, the white room around them begins to fade away chunk by chunk. ¡°Oh, you guys are back.¡± The red haired girl, Yadina shouts waving her arm and running towards them, followed by a group of silver furry, wolf like [beasts]. Are YOU trying to KILL her?! Under a moonless night, inside of a small clearing within the forest of the [Five Finger Mountain], A young looking man and two children sits cross-legged around a blazing camp fire. Around them a few simple tents are set up, constructed from huge sheets of fan like leaf knitted together, ties around small branches. Near the tents are piles of what looks to be fire woods neatly stacked up with a layer of dry hay coving over it. Some wolf-like [Beasts] are also nearby, with relaxed faces, laying on the ground as meek as lambs. ¡°Must say, young Erhart, your food is amazing.¡± Zotoady compliments, at the same time rubbing his tommy with a pleased look on his face. ¡°I know right! Kitchen Knife, like your food is like super amazing!¡± Yadina says, topping her plate up with another serving. ¡°Thank you¡­ I guess.¡± Erhart says, sobbing slightly as he witnesses his five-day rations disappearing in front of his eye in just a single night. Once Erhart thought that his appetite is enormous. But after witnessing these two eat. He finally understood the true meaning behind the words ¡°Black Holes¡±, black holes are the words used to describe these two¡¯s stomach. ¡®And when did I turn from a Fruit Knife into a Kitchen Knife.¡¯ Despite losing his ability to taste any food. Erhart is still able to maintain his cooking skills, thanks to the experiences he gained in his past life and the skills he learned by helping Amelia preparing meals. To be honest, Erhart¡¯s ability to cook is at most above average and if his food is compared with Amelia¡¯s food, one can easily say Erhart¡¯s food taste like shxxt. But probably because both of Zotoady and Yadina hadn¡¯t had a proper meal for ages. They would actually enjoy Erhart¡¯s cooking. ¡°SO! As you have treated me with such amazing food! I decided I will stay with you guys! Aren¡¯t you guys excited?!¡± Zotoady says. ¡°I prefer you leave now.¡± Erhart whispers. ¡®with you being here, my food supply will not even last for one week.¡¯ ¡°What?¡± ¡°Nothings! Sure, I don¡¯t mind.¡± Erhart says, attempts to cover up his previous comment. ¡°Like, Can I stay with you guys too?¡± Yadina asks nervously. ¡°No!¡± Erhart says. ¡°YES! Of cause¡± Zotoady shouts, ¡°Glad to have you on board!¡± both him and Erhart replies at the same time, but Zotoady¡¯s voice is loud enough to cover up Erhart¡¯s reply. ¡°YAH!¡± Yadina let out a celebratory cheer, while Erhart face palms ¡®it¡¯s all over.¡¯ ¡°Also I do not think that Erhart will be happy. If I am going to be a free loader. How about this, I will help you guys improve your abilities while I am still here. Does that sound good?¡± Zotoady suggests, seeming Erhart¡¯s gloomy face as he is locked in contemplation, thinking about the famine that they will be facing soon. ¡°What can you teach me?¡± Erhart and Yadina replies simultaneous. Erhart is quite confident about his mastering of his Sword arts, while Yadina do not believe that a [Human] is able to teach her anything, especially about her [Blood Awakening Abilities]. ¡°A lot of things. I will take your previous answers as two ¡®Yeses¡¯. So let us get this started.¡± Zotoady claps his palm and rubs them together seemingly in excitement. ¡°First, Yadina, right did I pronounce your name wrong? Your first task is to try to absorb a drop of my blood. You should be familiar with absorbing other race¡¯s blood right?¡± ¡°Just a single drop?!¡± Yadina eyes wide opens, seemingly a bit surprised by the task she is assigned to. ¡°Ah.¡± A purplish dagger emerges into the air. With a light poke, a drop of liquefied ruby like blood worms out of his Zotoady finger. The blood looks normal, but acts somewhat strange. Unlike most liquid Erhart have seen two of his life times, Zotoady¡¯s blood defies gravity and floats around the air like a miniature helium balloon. As the blood flies to about his head height, Zotoady flicks the blood with two of his fingers, the blood shoots off towards Yadina as if it is a crimson coloured bullet. Before Yadina can even react, the drop of blood has already fused into her forehead. In just seconds Yadina feels something is off, ¡®What the hell? How can there still be a [Blood Line] that is superior than mine?¡¯ Without any time to think further or ask question, Yadina feels as if her blood streams are going to burst. Even if it is just one drop of that black haired [Human]¡¯s blood, she feels that her whole body is overloaded with enormous amount of energy. From a young age, Yadina¡¯s family has been giving her pure [Human] blood to absorb, so her [Blood line] can stay relative stable. And it is because of that, she thought absorbing a drop of Zotoady¡¯s blood is going to be just like that, it is going to be easy and Zotoady Is underestimating her talent and ability. But now she realises that is not true at all. One drop of this strange [Human]¡¯s blood is already too much for her to handle. Gradually Yadina begins to lose her consciousness. A foreign thought enters her head ¡®Am I going to die?¡¯¡¯ Should I be scare?¡¯¡¯ Why am I not scared?¡¯ ¡®Why do Death feel so familiar to me?¡¯The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ¡°What is wrong with you! Are you trying to kill her?¡± These words pierce into Yadina¡¯s mind like a sharp blade, knocking her back into consciousness. ¡®Erhart?¡¯ The young boy sprints toward the fainting girl, pulling out a few gold needles from the hidden pocket under his sleeves. Consecutively after he catches her, he pricks the needle into the two sides of the girl¡¯s neck along with some of her other pressure points. ¡®Let¡¯s just hope that your body make ups are not too much different to a [Human]¡¯ Sending his ¡®qi¡¯ up into the girl¡¯s body through the needles, using his ¡®qi¡¯ to guide the overflowing energy evenly across Yadina¡¯s body. Gradually stabilising the girl¡¯s blood flow, returning the girl¡¯s body into its normal state. After seeing, Yadina despite being still unconscious, but has escaped from the life threatening situation she was in. Erhart carefully lays her down onto the ground. And from his bag he picks out a tiny bag of crush herbs, sniffs it to check if it is the right one, and carefully places it into Yadina¡¯s mouth, under her lip. ¡°ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL HER?!¡± Erhart turn and shouts back at Zotoady, his eyebrows pull in together, eyes wide open, bitting his teeth. Across his face, it has the word ¡°wrath¡± written all over. ¡°So, you do care about life and death. Even if you know that she is not a [Human]¡± ¡°Of cause, I DO CARE ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE¡¯S LIFE AND DEATH? WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM. IF I DON¡¯T CARE ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE¡¯S LIFE I WOULD NOT HAVE LOST YUNA¡± Still in a furious state, Erhart shouts back at Zotoady, he gaze down at the red haired young girl, his eyes frowns for a second or two when he feels something familiar about Yadina. Gradually in Erhart¡¯s eyes Yadina¡¯s face shifts into Yuna¡¯s. Erhart gasps and falls back a step or two. Instantly he rubs his eyes and realises that Yadina is still Yadina. Seemingly a bit disappointed, yet with also a slight relief. Erhart turns and his furious eyes once again meet with Zotoady¡¯s face. Deep down he questions himself, ¡®is that true that I saved her because I care about others? Or is it just that I can see a bit Yuna in her.¡¯ ¡°Interesting, now let us start your first lesson started! What is your sword¡¯s way?¡± Zotoady let out a faint smile. ¡°what?!¡± ¡°what is your sword¡¯s way?¡± Zotoady repeats the question, seeing Erhart¡¯s still did not get his head around the question. He speaks out a phrase, ¡°Swordmaster laughs when the world goes cry, one cut through the blood goes dry.¡± Erhart¡¯s face suddenly turns pale, all the air in his lung seems to have been sucked out. In just seconds, he seemingly to have distracted from all the events just happened. His glaring eyes focuses on Zotoady. With a shaking voice, he squizzes out a few words, ¡°How did you know that?¡± ¡°How? Because I am the one that told your master these words. Now is what is your sword¡¯s way?¡± ¡°I still do not understand what you mean?¡± ¡°Did young Durandal even teach you anything?¡± Zotoady shakes his head seemingly in disappointment, he sighs and then explains to Erhart, ¡°Sword, master of tools, prince of all weapons used by all three realms: Dead, Living and Legends. throughout the ages, many people see and use their sword in different ways. Some people use it to kill and massacre, to them, sword are just another ruthless killing tool. This is why in those words, it is said that ¡®Swordmaster laughs when the world goes cry¡¯. Sword users like them can only live a fulfilled life and find enjoyment in a world of chaos and death.¡± Erhart swallows. ¡°Some people sees their sword as a method for gaining fame, wealth and pleasure. Using the sword they are able to everything they ever dreams of having, money, lovers, land and glory.¡± ¡°Some people see their swords as their everything, they chase after nothing and know nothing but their swords. They use their blades to solve any problem they may face. If there are people got into their ways, they cut them. If there is are beast in their ways, they cut them. If there are mountains in their ways, they cut them. They love sword and believes in their blades so much, that they perceive their swords as the only things in their life that is important. They are even willing to give away their life, their body and health, their happiness and their loved ones for swords.¡± ¡°Some people sees their sword as something that can be used to protect what holds dare to them. These people do not possess the skill or the presence like the previous ones. But he¡­she...no they can always exceed far and beyond themselves for their loved ones¡¯ and their ideals¡¯ sake.¡± ¡°Now then, tell me young Erhart, what will be your sword¡¯s way, which path will you be following.¡± After explaining, Zotoady asks. A silence fell, Erhart never thought of what his sword¡¯s way is. At start, when Erhart picked up the art of sword, sword is just something that looks cool to him, something fun, something contains exercises that he was lacking and maybe in some cases a survival ability he can use to protect himself. Once Erhart thought, ¡¯really what is someone with a sword going to do when they are set up in front of a fully automatic machine gun on a flat plain¡¯. But then his master taught him sword aura. A technique that is more deadly than even the fire arms themselves in many situations, a skill that can separate a person¡¯s head from their body hundred or even thousands of steps away. Despite perceiving himself to be a walking dead. Erhart knows that he still need to ask himself what is his sword to him, what does it mean to wield a blade, where and who should his blade¡¯s edge be pointing at. First Lesson With The Devil------[Pride] Seeing Erhart once again lost in his thoughts, Zotoady gradually becomes more and more impatient. He scratches his head in annoyance and shouts out, ¡°Don¡¯t think it too hard now, young Erhart! Even if your brain is not hurting. By simply looking at you, mine is. Anyway! Stand up, Up, Up. Let us get the physical training started! HORSE STANCE! GO!¡± For a second or two Erhart frozen in place as he is still comprehending the command he was given, he is also confused about ¡®Why is he telling me to do physical training in the middle of the night?¡¯ But the discipline he was taught when training with his master tells him to get into action and do not ask any questions. In just seconds Erhart adjusts his body into the position of a medium height horse stance, soon he also takes full control of his breathing and begins to feel the ¡®qi¡¯ of his surroundings. After ten minutes, seeing Erhart stood there like a statue, not moving a single inch. Zotoady gives a few nods in praise. ¡°Not bad, here are some additional challenges. Try to stay standing for twenty minutes, try your best but DO NOT overexert yourself.¡±Throwing a flask of green solutions onto the ground and running off to check on Yadina. On the flask, a label of ¡°5x¡± can be seen. As soon as the potion makes its contact with the ground beneath, Erhart feels a sudden change in the atmosphere pressure around him. His whole body becomes heavier and heavier by the seconds as if a few tons of lead are added onto him, dragging him down towards the centre of the planet. For first minute or two Erhart attempts to keep up by using his ¡®qi¡¯. But soon he realises as the time drags on, his ¡®qi¡¯ starts to diminish. Erhart begins to feel the suffocation, as well as the pain discharged on his body by the pressure field, as if pieces of his skin and muscle are being teared down from his bones one at a time. Droplet of sweat begins to formulate across his body. Sparkling under the moonlight, drippling down, making a wet circle on the dry ground beneath. Twenty minutes passes by, Erhart did not stop. Half an hour passes by, in which Erhart may say to have been years. With the many of his outmost blood vessels being crashed, adding onto the sweat, thin trails of red [Human] blood gradually leaks out from Erhart¡¯s skin. Now what is holding Erhart up is not his body nor is it qi. It is his determination. His determination to not lose to anyone, the determination that lays deep within his blood and soul. Even when all wills to live has sucked out of him he will not give up, he will not bow down or lose to anyone. ¡®You say try to stay standing for twenty minutes. I will prove that I can stand for longer.¡¯ Deep inside Erhart smile to himself, waiting to see the surprised face that will be coming out of Zotoady any seconds now. ¡°YOU BLOODY IDIOT! Do you know how foolish are you.¡± Zotoady shouts while sprinting back, seeing Erhart did not stop as he should have. With a wave of his hand, he removes the pressure field around Erhart. ¡°What? Is there something wrong with what I did.¡± Erhart asks, slightly agitated as he not only sees his ¡°goes far and beyond himself¡± just went unnoticed, but also being called ¡°Foolish¡±. ¡°What are you hoping to achieve by doing things your body can not handle?!¡± ¡°I did not fall over didn¡¯t I?!¡± Erhart quibbles, seemingly unsatisfied. Zotoady did not make a reply after hearing Erhart¡¯s rebuttal. He simply walks over with a light tap on Erhart¡¯s shoulder, Erhart fells butt first onto the ground. Soon Erhart feels countless waves of pain and soreness gradually emitting from the muscle and cuts across his body. ¡°Your muscles are locked in a single position. Strong as they may see, but also stiff after all that training, you overdid yourself. You will soon begin to feel the fatigue, adding onto that many your blood vessels also busted due to the pressure. That causes the blood sweat you were having and if you are to keep doing this for another few days or so.¡± Zotoady pauses. Speaks the rest of the words one at a time.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡°You.¡± ¡°will.¡± ¡°Die.¡± ¡°Sometime you must learn to give up, you must understand what are you doing your training for. Instead of just blindly going straight with something like an idiot.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Erhart asks, lips curling upwards ¡®If I am to die, then so be it, at least I will be with Yuna.¡¯ ¡°No you will not!¡± Zotoady says, flicking Erhart in the forehead. ¡°PAY ATTENTION! When you practice something, it does not mean that, you necessarily have to do it for a certain amount of time or go beyond yourself to prove the result. For instance, Horse Stance your aim is to strengthen yourself, you sole goal is to complete the aim of the task and that¡¯s all. It is not like a competition, you do not necessarily need to stand for longer than the time I gave you to prove to me that you are better than what I may think you are. First it is stupid of you to do that and second you are not better than what I think you are¡± Erhart is speechless, he opens his mouth and attempts to rebut, but is ultimately unable to squeeze out a sound. Zotoady shakes his head and adds on, ¡°Remember young Erhart, sometimes you must distinguish the difference between, being ¡®Determined¡¯ and being ¡®prideful¡¯. The thing that holds you up back then, is not your determination, it is your pride¡± A silence fell, Erhart soon realises, even Zotoady may well act like an idiot and a bastard for not sometimes, but may times before. But ultimately in front of him, with his two life¡¯s experiences stacking together. He is still no more than a child. ¡°Here.¡± Zotoady sigh, throwing Erhart a pink coloured potion. ¡°Healing V water melon flavoured.¡± ¡°Thanks.¡± Erhart unplugs the lid of the bottle and chugs the potion down into his mouth in just seconds. ¡®still can¡¯t taste anything. Why is it only the edible or drinkables goods that I cannot taste?¡¯ ¡°Is she alright?¡± ¡°Yah, she is gonna be alright.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± On surface Erhart sounded emotionless, but deep down he gives out a sigh in relief. ¡°What do you know about my Master?¡± do not know what to talk about, Erhart asks. ¡°Durandal? He is a bit smarter than you, but also an idiot. Once in order to save Taissa, he even [Ignited] his life force. And Time begged me to save him by bowing down in front of my door for three days and three nights, he really could have knocked. Well actually to be fair, I do have ¡®unless you are selling cats, do not knock¡¯ written on my door. But there is a door bell.¡± ¡°What? Wait what? Cat? Door? Time?¡± ¡°Time is a name for someone.¡± ¡°O, right!¡± ¡°So is Taissa my master¡¯s girlfriend or something? Wait? Actually? Taissa? AUNT TAISSA? WHAT?¡± ¡°So they didn¡¯t tell you?¡± ¡°Tell me what?¡± ¡°They are married couple?¡± ¡°NO, HOLY CRAP! I NEVER ACTUALLY KNOW! But if Aunt Taissa and master are married? Why do they feel as they don¡¯t know each other? Why do they do not even mention each other? And why do they live separately?¡± a chain of questions are fired at Zotoady. ¡°Well that is a long story, which I really do not wish to get into now. But if you want to hear a story I can tell you one.¡± ¡°Sure?¡± Erhart has nothing better to do so he decides he will listen to one even if it may be bad. ¡°Once upon a time.¡± Zotoady starts. ¡°Long long time ago.¡± Erhart adds. ¡°Shut up!¡± ¡°Ok.¡± Zotoady clears his throat and continues, ¡°There is a young boy, obsessed with magic and mysterious arts. But in his world magic are forbidden. So, he begins his long journey away from his home, ultimately finding someone that said to have the ability to teach him true magic. He was lied to, he was beaten, looted and sold off to a noble household as a servant. Where he meets his owner for the first time, the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Despite only being a servant, everyday this young boy spends with the girl, even if he is unnoticed, he feels happy. But this did not last long, when the noble household got hit by a crashing space ship.¡± ¡°WTF¡± ¡°Luckily no one died, well, all the important people are there. But the young boy disappears. Leaving behind a simple note saying,¡± I will return!¡± Some say he was taken by the devil, some say he was abducted by aliens, some say he was chosen by the Realm of Legends. End of the story.¡± ¡°Ok, then, emm, well, I was expecting the story to be bad but this is a trashier story than I thought, I guess I will take my rest today.¡± Erhart says awkwardly, do not know what other words can be said to Zotoady. ¡°Sure, I will be on watch.¡± Zotoady replies. ¡­.. ¡°Come out.¡± Zotoady speaks those two words out of nowhere. A handsome looking man in a white robe steps out from the forest. He has blood coloured red eyes and flashy blonde hair. The golden coloured words ¡°LEGEND¡± written in the Ancient ones¡¯ language are knitted neatly onto the back of the young man¡¯s robe. ¡°Normally, people will kneel down onto the ground when they see a god.¡± The man says arrogantly, his voice sounds exactly like his projection, the white image. He is Arnold Drakia¡¯s true self. ¡°Why are you here.¡± Zotoady says coldly. ¡°I am here for Erhart. I am asked to remove him from this world by my Master.¡± Arnold says. ¡°Tell your Master to piss off.¡± A Familiar Intruder As the sun gradually peeks its head out of the horizon, releasing its mighty power upon the land that paints the forests into jade, the earth into gold, the lakes into diamond; awaken the whole world up from its slumber. Pearl likes snows, that accumulated on top of the mountains, over the freezing night soon melts, turning into small streams of water. Sparkling under the blazing sun, flowing down the mountain as if they are strips of molten sapphire. For the first glance, no sane person would ever believe such beautiful place to be a site of menace and death, killing and slaughtering. It doesn¡¯t look like one and it shouldn¡¯t be one. On one of the steep side of the mountains. Water formed from melting snow begins to rumble down across a series of smooth, grey coloured rocky outcrops. Forming a miniature waterfall as it is doing so. In front of the fall stands a black haired young boy swinging a green coloured sword. Every one of his movement seems smooth, but also unstable at the same time. He rises the blade above his head, swivels it clockwise with his wrist, doing a ¡°Clouds Sword¡±. Then out of no where, the young boy takes a huge step back, whirling the blade using his arm, as if it is the axis of a water wheel. He swings the blade up and down, slashes it left and right. He sometimes strikes fast and sometimes acts slow. There is never an order or any uniform in his swings, his swords goes where his eyes goes, his blade strikes where his heart desires. The blade may look slow at one time. Then on the next, before the foes can even think of reacting. The sword may have already taken their head and their life along with it. This is why this sword style is called ~*Rain*~, Just like water it is formless, shapeless and just like rain it is unpredictable, unstoppable. ¡®What is my swords way?¡¯ stabbing the blade out, Erhart asks himself. ¡®I definitely do not want to be a murderer.¡¯ ¡®I am not interested to be an idiot that just have a sword addiction.¡¯ Reversing the edge of his blade and Erhart turns his body. ¡®Use sword to protect my loved ones sounds kinda nice. Despite it sounds clich¨¦¡­but..¡¯ the image of Yuna smiling flashes into his head. Erhart feels a sudden jolt across his body and his face turns slightly pale. But he still continues on swinging his blade. ¡®Ahhh¡­ where is that bastard when I needed him.¡¯ By the word ¡°bastard¡± Erhart refers to Zotoady. Who had disappeared for two day from now, leaving behind a simple note : ¡° Dear Young Erhart, Need to smash blow up do something, will be back in about 3 days. Feed Yuwa ia adina the medicine I left on the ground. Do not be surprised if her hair colour may change. Best luck, see you soon. ZotoadyUnauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. ¡° ¡°Where did he go? Anyway! think I will go back and make the breakfas..¡± Erhart unknowingly speaks to himself. But pauses when he feels a disturbance in the qi of his surroundings. ¡®Intruder!¡¯ immediately the thought pops out into his mind. He prepares himself, but due to the absence in the knowledge of the intruder¡¯s strength. Erhart did not act immediately, or shown any signs of irregularity. He closes his eyes and stands still. 10 metres, 5 metres, 3 metres, NOW! Erhart opens his eye, releasing a wall of sword aura towards the incoming intruder, due to the intense sunlight he is unable to the intruder¡¯s face. But it doesn¡¯t matter, as Erhart thought that his sword aura will most likely disable, if not injure the intruder. But he is wrong, before the aura even reaches him, the intruder vanishes. ¡®where?¡¯ Erhart scans his surroundings unable to find any irregularities or signs of something moving or hiding. But from the Hunter training experience he gained from Jorah, he learned that even without [Blood Awakening Abilities]. If the environment allows, a ranger, an elite hunter or a good assassin can camouflage and hide better than chameleon. There are even stories of a [Human] ranger corps that assassinated a group of [Tier ¨C 7 Blood Warriors] with just bows and arrows. Of cause, Erhart did not believe that story, as from some of the deceptions of post [Tier ¨C 5 Blood Warriors] written with the [Alchemist]¡¯s note book. He learned if one is to try shooting an arrow at just a [Tier -5 Blood Warrior], it is just like throwing a tooth pick at a rock, and killing [Tier ¨C 7] with arrows, is just like trying to use tooth picks to crush a diamond. Erhart once again closes his eyes,¡¯ if you are a living being I can sense you!¡¯ In his mind a 3D diagram of the nearby landscapes are generated. and Erhart finds approximately 20 metres his 8 o¡¯clock position, A blazing green flamed in the shape of man can be sensed hiding behind a tree. With a faint smile appearing on his face, Erhart sends out two slashes of sword aura towards the position where the intruder is hiding. The sword auras are both translucent and fast. As they fly into the intruder, the intruder did not have any time to dodge, neither does the purplish flame bolts the intruder uses to attempt counter the aura had any effect on them. With the aura passing through the bolts like a hot knife through butter. Just as Erhart once again thought the fight is over, Erhart feels a sudden surge of unnatural fear emerge within his heart. Before he knows it, his surroundings begins to change colour, into somewhat golden with the roaring sound of hundreds of [beasts] echoing across the area. ¡°[Domain----Beast King¡¯s Retribution]¡± Domains, [AoE Blood Awakening Abilities], catalogued into four types: Battle, Support, Defence and Control. Battle domain modifies user¡¯s attack within the limited area; Support domain grants special effects onto the user and its ally within a certain range; Defence domain creates a shield over a certain area that neglects attacks and control domain rarest type of domain, said once mastered by a being, the domain can have absolute control over certain element within the domain¡¯s range. And normally [Domain] can only be accessed by [Blood Warriors] once they reached [Tier- 6] and [The Beast King¡¯s Retribution] is recorded to be one of the strongest Battle Domain out there. ¡®Shit! TIER SIX.¡¯ Erhart did not risking wasting any time as he knows once the domain is fully under the intruder¡¯s control, he is not much better than being dead. Now, what he needs to do is either finding a way to defeat his opponent as soon as possible or maybe break the domain and escape. ¡°Cut!¡± Erhart sends out a series of sword auras into the domain, attempting the cut it apart, but it did work, the aura passes through the domain as if it is not even there and the domain not in the slightest bit seems to have been damaged. To some unknown reason, the intruder is just standing there, not attempting to use the Domain to the advantage that should have been used. Seeing his attempt did not work, Erhart takes in a deep breath, gradually rises his sword above his head, pointing the blade towards the sky. At the same time, raising his other hand, allowing two of his fingers to stay straight, contracting the rest. As he did so, in all a sudden the pressure shifts within the domain. The air of the nearby area seems to have somehow solidified with the change of pressure. Waves of concentrated sword auras begins to gather, circulating all around Erhart, they shift, they mix and they compress, changing their colour from translucent into glimmering gold. The glimmer it emits outshining everything nearby including the domain itself, yet unlike what normally gold¡¯s glimmer may represent, the shine does not in the slightest way feel kind or divine, instead it gives out a radiance of uneasiness and solemn, a feeling of untouchable. Sword Formation ---- The Judgement of Nine Blades The golden sword auras shapes into nine glittering energy swords, hovering behind Erhart¡¯s back, pointing towards the intruder. ¡°JUDGEMENT!¡± Erhart shouts. With a wave of Erhart¡¯s left hand the nine blades flashes straight into the intruder, without even give him a chance to blink, the blade traps the intruder, with each blade¡¯s sharp point pointing in towards at him. ¡°like, CALM THE HELL DOWN! KITCHEN KNIFE¡± the intruder shouts with a shaking voice, his or well, her voice sounds somewhat familiar to Erhart. Devils Second Lesson ----- Greed ¡°Yadina?¡± Erhart sounds a bit surprised. ¡°YES that¡¯s me.¡± ¡°Were you in your [Second]?¡± ¡°like, No.¡± ¡°Why did you attack me then?¡± Erhart asks, his eyebrows tighten. ¡°You attacked ME!¡± ¡°Did I?¡± Remembering when he first feels her presence coming close, instantly he sends out a wall of sword auras without even asking any questions, adding onto that throughout the whole fight Yadina did not even fight back. Erhart feels a bit embarrassed and guilty for his actions, he apologises, ¡°Sorry¡­¡± With a flick of his finger, Erhart retrieves the auras back into his green sword, while unsheathes the it back into its scabbard. ¡°What is this?¡± pointing at the [Domain] she asks. ¡°Isn¡¯t it your [Domain]?¡± ¡°What? Mine what is this? [Domain]? My [Domain]! REALLY I HAVE A [Domain]! Like, Grand pa is going to be so happy.¡± Yadina¡¯s eyes widens in happiness and she starts to hopping around for some particular reason, head slightly tilt up seemingly to be appreciating her [Domain]. ¡°But, my [Bloodline Level] is still¡­ WHAT I LEVELDED UP TO LEVEL FOUR AND LIKE, and I CAN ALREADY USE [Domain]! Like, I REALLY AM A GENIUS! Emm, why are you on the ground?¡± Yadina asks seeing Erhart also for some particular reason lies face flat on the ground. Out of curiosity and worry Yadina hops over there, only to find Erhart fainted, with a thin trail of blood leaking out from the corner of his mouth. ¡°KITCHEN KNIFE! LIKE, WAKE UP! IT IS NOT FUNNY!¡± all of the sudden, Yadina¡¯s face turns from curiosity into worry and also horror. She tries to wake him up by slapping him a few time, but it did not have any effects other than add a few red hand marks onto his face. ¡°NO! NO! NO! Black haired human! YES HE DEFINITELY KNOWS What to do! WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS HE?¡± ¡­¡­. ¡°Slap yourself three hundred times each, then we will call it a day.¡± A young looking man with long jet black hair coloured hair that covers his eyes, says. Sitting cross legged on a crumbling throne, with what looks to be the remain of a palace on the background. Just after he finishes his sentence, another pillar of the palace collapses, shattering into millions of pieces, causing a violent gust of ashes floating into the air. ¡°Wizard Without Magic, I apologise deeply for my servant¡¯s rudeness and is willing to accept all responsibilities. Please forgive us. But it is only shaming us, if you are to ask a Legend, especially my servant and I to slap themselves and I will not allow that!¡± About twenty metres in front of Zotoady stands a handsome looking man looks to be in his twenties, with ash white hair and blood red eyes. He wears a golden edged, red band jacket containing a crystal medal. Near him, what looks to be a badly beaten Arnold, kneeling on the ground, sobbing. ¡°Forgive? Responsibilities? Shame? As the Sage of Blood, you should know that you and your servant are indeed responsible for all the troubles and sins you people caused within the mortal realm. And broken the rule of ¡®A Legend may never meddle with a mortal¡¯s business.¡¯ And now, I am not asking you to kill your servant, I am simply asking him to slap himself a few times and we will be over with this matter.¡± Zotoady says coldly. ¡°Zotoady, I am warning you! don.. doon. don¡¯t make me angry! I am not afraid of fighting you! But well, em, it is just that I am afraid of the distortions we can make to the Realm of Legends, if we are to choose to fight here. ¡°O, is that so? You don¡¯t have to worry about that Grimlock (Sage of Blood). If you decide to challenge me, it wouldn¡¯t be a fight. Really, it will be an annihilation¡± Bitting his teeth, As Grimlock knows Zotoady is speaking the truth. If it is not that he knows some other Saints and Sages are spying on him and he do not wish for them to know that Saint of Blood just lowered his head in front of an unknown being, which will most likely make him the laughing stock within the Realm of Legends for the next few hundred years. Grimlock would not even think of challenging this monster, not to say fight. As one of the oldest Saint, Grimlock have a clear idea of What this monster had done before and how far this monster is willing to go, in order to achieve his goal. ¡°Millions of years had passed since I last been here,¡± Zotoady pauses looking up into the ceilings, he continues, ¡°Did the Realm really forgotten about my existence! If so, I think it is about time to teach the realm another lesson!¡± Gradually moving his right hand towards a black coloured metal bracelet on his left forearm. ¡°NO! STOP!¡± ¡°STOP!¡±Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. ¡°STOP¡± With a golden light, a few more people emerges into the palace. ¡°Elders¡­.¡± Arnold says. ¡°Sage of Blood, please just do what Zotoady asks you to do.¡± One the Elders speaks. ¡°I refuse.¡± ¡°It is not the time for YOU to care about your reputations. Please Sage of Blood!¡± Another Elder has spoken. ¡°I refuuuse.¡± ¡­¡­.. ¡°I am back!¡± Zotoady shouts cheerfully, while stepping out of a purple vortex, carrying a huge bundle on his back. ¡°Hello?¡± Zotoady asks, slamming the bundle onto the ground, seeing no one is in the clearing. His face in all the sudden darkens. Slowly moving his right hand towards the bracelet on his left forearm. But when a golden coloured dome enters his sight, he seems to have realised something. He let out a faint smile and begins sprinting towards the dome as fast as he can. ¡­¡­.. ¡°INCOMING!¡± Unable to slow down his pace, Zotoady trips and falls and rolls down the slope, landing face first on the field in front of Yadina¡¯s [Domain]. ¡°No fear, for I am here.¡± Breaking out a huge smirk at the same time giving the thumbs up signalling that he is alright. Seeing Zotoady arrived, Yadina¡¯s eyes and face in all of the sudden light up, she shouts, ¡°Black Haired [Human]! Erhart, Erhart, he , he , he¡­¡± tears accumulate in her eyes, and just like a tsunami impending down upon a small dam, a burst of salty water can be expected any time now. ¡°It¡¯s alright! Do not fear, Young Erhart is totally fine! Calm down! Don¡¯t cry, please don¡¯t cry¡± Before Yadina explains the situation any further, Zotoady says, attempting to calm her down. Zotoady stands up and pats the dust off his cloak, travels to the border of Yadina¡¯s [Domain] and knocks on it. Seeing that his body is not able to pass through, Erhart says,¡± Can you remove the [Domain]?¡± ¡°No¡­ like I don¡¯t know how to¡­.¡± Yadina says, her face flushing in embarrassment. ¡°Well¡­.Shxt. Can you stand back a bit, but leave Young Erhart as he is.¡± ¡°Like, Ok?¡± unsure about what Zotoady is going to do, but Yadina trusts that Zotoady will not harm Erhart, well most likely that is¡­.. ¡°Here is another lesson for you!¡± Zotoady takes out a bottle containing some cloud like substance. With a swift movement, he smashes the bottle onto the surface of the dome, with the cracking of the bottle, the cloud like substances escapes into the outside world, ignoring the dome entirely. Like a starving traveller catches a glance of a table of delicious food, the substances fly straight toward Erhart, covering his entire body bit by bit. ¡°What is this?¡± Yadina asks curiously, ignoring Zotoady¡¯s previous warning, she walks over to the smoke covered Erhart and lightly taps the smoke, but instantly retrieving her hand back, when she feels a sudden pain caused by the touch. Few seconds later a small cut appears on the parts of her skin that contacted the smoke. ¡°What the hell? Wait? Like? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL HIM?¡± Yadina shouts, eyeing back at Zotoady with a glance filled with anger. Without thinking, she reaches forward for Erhart. Despite knowing the full consequences, This young girl is not in the slightest way discouraged by the harmful effect of the cloud, instead she moves her hand further and further into the smoke, attempting to drag Erhart out, cuts after cuts, countless wounds are added onto this young girl¡¯s soft, snow like skin. But still, the young girl did not stop, she reaches forward closer and closer to Erhart. 3 cm, 2cm, 1cm, but just as she was about to grab him. Zotoady cracks another flask, sending a sequence of shockwaves which knocked Yadina back five metres or so away from Erhart. But once again, Yadina moves inwards. ¡®a blood for a blood, a bone for a bone, a gift for a gift, I slay all those who harms me, I replay all those who gifts me. Remember this dear Granddaughter, help all those who helped you, revenge on all those who hurts you.¡¯ ¡°Stop! The smoke will not harm him! It just assists him with his ¡®Breakthrough¡¯ AND NEXT TIME EVEN IF YOU ARE TO DO SOMETHING SO STUPID, At least PUT UP your [Blood Transformation]¡± ¡°Like, What?¡± Yadina pauses, but still not convinced. ¡°Like when your [Bloodline Levels up]. You faint for a few days, it is the same thing happening to Erhart.¡± ¡°But, like isn¡¯t he a [Human]¡± ¡°Yah, but he is a bit abnormal.¡± ¡°Ohh, I see.¡± Yadina breaks out an awkward smile. Zotoady sighs. ¡­¡­. ¡®Where am I? Who am I?¡¯ ¡®What is this thing? Why is it so delicious?¡¯ ¡®I want more, more, more!¡¯ ¡®Taste? Why can I taste things? Should I suppose to taste things? Who am I? Why does taste feel so foreign to me.¡¯ ¡­¡­ ¡°Breath in, Now breath out. Reach out for the deep inside, feel that you have the full control of everything near you. You are the ruler of everything within domain, you are the King , no the Queen.¡± Zotoady says. ¡°I can¡¯t.¡± Yadina closes her eyes, sitting on the ground cross-legged. The position is right, but she is still unable to do what she is asked to do. ¡°God¡­This is going to take whole day, isn¡¯t it.¡± Zotoady says, face palms. ¡­.. ¡°More take more! Take more, Erhart you know you want it.¡± A foreign voice speaks to Erhart. ¡°Who are you?¡± Erhart asks. ¡°I am you?¡± the voice says. ¡°Who am i?¡± ¡°You are me.¡± ¡°I am all of your desires and wants!¡± The voice continues. ¡°What do I want?¡± ¡°Errrrr, that¡¯s a good question¡­. What do you and I want?¡± ¡°I want? I want Yuna to be alive again, I want Big sister Amelia to stay safe, I want to return to my Master and Aunt Taissa. I remember now I am Erhart!¡± ¡°Good, what you want is what I desire, so If I tell you that I can grant all your wishes if you just liste..¡± ¡°Good try, but before you finish, I am just going to tell you, ¡®I refuse your help¡¯.¡± ¡°WHAT! WHY! WITH ME YOU CAN HAVE EVERYTHING YOU EVER DRE..¡± the voice becomes irritated. ¡°So clich¨¦, bloody hell, if you are actually me you would know that what you are trying to do happens in literally all of the Mangas and Light Novels I read. Oh Erhart I will give you power, just sell your soul to me. Who do you think I am? an Idiot? I think I¡¯d rather trust that black haired bastard than you to fulfil my wish. And of cause, I would not even trust him that much either, the only person that truly fulfil my wishes is I and my actions.¡± ¡°Is that so¡­.¡± The voice says.¡°Well, Thank you, I guess, well played, it is the end, Good bye and be careful, Erhart.¡± ¡°Goodbye¡­.Me.¡± ¡­¡­.. With an amber coloured energy pillar shoots into the sky, the [domain] dematerialises bit by bit. Soon it fully disappeared. ¡°LIKE I AM REALLY A GENIUS! I JUST HALF A HOUR I AM ABLE TO LEARN TO CONTROL MY DOMAIN.¡± Yadina compliments herself happily. ¡°Good on you,¡± Zotoady yawns. ¡°And our young Erhart here also seems to have passed through his first test and is entering his second stage.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°Divine Punishment.¡± Divine Punishment.... Divine Punishments? ¡°Divine Punishment? like, What is it?¡± Yadina murmurs to herself, ¡®is it something like [Teque¡¯an]? Can¡¯t be? It¡¯s not possible. Kitchen Knife is only a bit older than me. He could never reach that level at such young age.¡¯ rubbing her hair, Yadina looks to be slightly confused. ¡°What is Erhart¡¯s power anyway? Is he a [Hero]?¡± she asks. ¡°Whache that? what is a [Hero]? I am sorry but I really, really, really is not familiar with this world¡¯s history.¡± Zotoady says. ¡°[Hero] is like , a super amazing like [Human] that like can do amazing things.¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­. pretty¡­ explanatory?¡± Zotoady says with slight sarcasm. ¡°So, are [Heroes] just [Humans] with special power.¡± ¡°Yah, like I think so.¡± ¡°I seeeeee¡­.. Not really, he is not a [Hero].¡± ¡°So what is Divine Punishment anyway.¡± ¡°it is painful.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Just look.¡± Zotoady say, pointing up into the sky. Yadina rises her head and sees nothing abnormal happening . ¡°3.¡± ¡°2.¡± ¡°1.¡± ¡°PA!¡± flicking her on the forehead. Zotoady smirks,¡± Got you.¡± ¡°it¡¯s not funn...¡± Before she can finish her sentence, the whole sky darkens in just seconds. Cotton like clouds was floating lazily in the sky transforms into balls of rusted iron filled sparks of static, wind grow stronger and stronger by the seconds and so did the scent of a thunder storm. But unlike the storm Yadina was familiar to, there is not a slightest bit of wetness in the atmosphere, oppositely The young girl feels as if all the moistures had been sucked out from the surroundings. Without any signs of warning a gigantic pillar of white lightning descends down upon the sky, hitting the ground, with Erhart in the centre. ¡°First strike.¡± Zotoady says lightly, simultaneously smashing a potion down onto the ground, setting up a black ward that covers both him and Yadina. ¡°Second strike.¡± Second lightning strikes down, the colour of lightning changes into blue, cracking the ground beneath. ¡°Third strike.¡± The colour of lightning changes into red. ¡°Forth strike.¡± The colour of lightning changes into green. ¡°Fifth strike.¡± The colour of lightning changes into violet. ¡°Sixth strike.¡± The colour of lightning changes into gold. ¡°Seventh strike. ¡° the colour of lightning changes into pink. ¡°Eighth strike.¡± The colour of lightning changes into brown. A silence fall, after eight strikes nothing is left behind, not even a single grass. ¡°Is it ooooovvveerrr¡­.¡± Yadina asks, the young girl¡¯s body is trembling with fear, unable to react with such devastating situation. While on the other side, Zotoady simply stands there seemingly unamused, bites his lip and answers, ¡°Nah, still one more.¡±This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ¡°Last strike.¡± Storm formulates into a spiral pattern, from the core of the storm. A lightning of absolute blackness smashes down upon the earth. Creating a circular blast, devouring everything within the blast¡¯s radius. ¡­¡­ After 10 minutes or so Yadina finally recovers herself from the shock, staring at the shifted landscape with not a single sign of life can be seen. ¡°Isss..heee..li..k¡­ fiii¡­nee?¡± Yadina squizzes out a few words. ¡°Yah, I think so.¡± Zootady answers lightly, rubbing his chin, thinking. He somewhat seems still unsatisfied by the result. ¡°Hummm. Three? Four? Five? That¡¯s a bit too much, Yah, three would do.¡± unknowingly speaks to himself He takes out a small cube within his cloak. The cube seems to be ancient, covered with runes and symbols of some unknown language. Zotoady throws as far as he can across the ward into the ruins of the blast. The cube bounces for a few times and ultimately landed in the middle of the crate. ¡°This will do.¡± Zotoady puts up a smirk, seemingly quite pleased with himself, before Yadina can ask any further questions. A pillar of lightning descends down. Eight more strikes follows. Seventeen more strikes follow¡­ Twenty-six strikes more follow¡­. ¡­¡­ Everything of the surrounding field is destroyed. Not even a single layer of scorched earth remains, this place once contained a beautiful little waterfall, is now nothing but a huge smoking crater. ¡®He is totally deadddddd¡­..¡¯ Yadina is wordless, soon tears rumble out of her eyes. She once witnessed [Teque¡¯an] happen to her grandfather, when he levelled up from Tier 8 to Tier 9, entering [Pre-Legend]. To her understanding, [Teqeu¡¯an] and this Divine Punishment, are trails put upon someone by the nature and [The Realm of Legend] to test if one is worthy of being granted more power beyond their limit. it is a gamble, but instead of using money, one is wagering their life. For the tiniest possibility of becoming stronger. Yet, Zotoady instead of like any normal being celebrates when Erhart successfully lived through such disaster, like what her relatives did when her grandpa lived through his [Teque¡¯an]. Zotoady somehow summoned down more [Teque¡¯an] for Erhart, the boy who once saved her life. Yet in front of such sudden and distractive power, she is too scared to do anything for him. Now she can not to anything but cry, crying not only for the death of Erhart, but for her own weakness as well. ¡°Uuu..arrrr..ttootallly..maaddd¡­. u..qi..killed.. h¡­iimmm¡± ¡°No, and additionally I am the sanest person here.¡± (Jawpb¡¯s note: *cough* *cough* that is arguable) ¡°One can only grow when they are exposed greater challenges and dangers.¡± Without speaking any further, Zotoady lefts this mentally terrorised young girl sitting at one of the corner of the ward. He steps out, a stream of sun light passes through the cloud and shines upon him. Under the light, he smiles. In all the sudden all of his childishness disappeared in that instant. His backima¡­..feels¡­. ¡°Hot! Hot! Hot! Shxt.¡± Stepping back once again. ¡°Forgot about that. Accidents will happen, when you least expect them. You didn¡¯t see anything.¡± Taking out a blue flask and smashes it. As the solutes leaves the flask, it formulates into a light blue coloured sphere, floating in the air, spinning, while sucking out most of the heated air from the crater, cooling the ground. ¡°Be right back. Come if you wish, I am sure young Erhart prefer seeing a cute girl, when he wakes rather than me.¡± Zotoady says to Yadina stepping out of the ward, walking into the crater. Yadina said nothing but follows unsurely, but her crying had stopped when she realises that Erhart may not have been killed. ¡°And also why are you crying for a person you just met like two days ago.¡± Zotoady asks, looking left and right for something. ¡°Because I am not maniac that said is going to teach us thing, yet did care in slightest bit about his student¡¯s wellbeing.¡± Her words are filled with distaste, her mouth cocks upwards and hands closes into fists. ¡°Is that so.¡± Zotoady sighs. He adds, ¡°I think there is something more.¡° ¡°What?¡± ¡°Nothing.¡± changing the topic, he shouts, ¡°Here he is. Wow, he looked worse than I expected¡± Pointing down at a lifeless dried log looking object, in the shape of a [Human body]. ¡°You looked crap, literally.¡± Zotoady comments. The body did not answer. Yadina collapse onto the ground, just before she begins to cry again. Zotoady takes out a silver necklace, decorated with a glass auncel. He stares at the necklace for a good five second, sighing once again. Ducks down and places the necklace on Erhart. The necklace progressively liquefies and merges into his body. Seeing the necklace fully fused with Erhart, Zotoady picks this young boy up and sits him on his shoulder. Even if it is just for A second or two ¡°Where are we placing him?¡± Yadina asks. ¡°My tent.¡± Zotoady replies with any hesitance, Yadina helps him by holding up the tent¡¯s gate, Zotoady walks in, places Erhart onto what looks to be a tree trunk carved into a bath tank. ¡°Wrap him up with that green stuff over there. Do not cover his nose and mouth.¡± Zotoady orders, pointing at long strips of sea weed like plants hanging up on a drying rack to his left. While Yadina immediately got into action, Zotoady leaves the tent, soon coming back with Erhart¡¯s green sword in his hand, he shakes his head and lays the blade next to Erhart on the side of the tank. ¡°I am done.¡± Finishing up her last knot. Doing just what she was asked to do, leaving Erhart¡¯s scorched nose and mouth open. ¡°Thank you.¡± Zotoady ducks down, filling up the tank up with seemingly endless bottles of pink solution. Finally when he sees the water had covered most of Erhart¡¯s body. He let out a sigh of relief, stretching his back while walking out into the clearing taking a good deep breath. Staring up into the sky, seeing the sun gradually walks the last bit of its path, fading into the horizon. Looking back, realising Yadina is still inside of the tent sitting down cross legged next to the tank, Zotoady says,¡± You don¡¯t need to stay with him the whole time. He will wake up by tomorrow, let¡¯s go find something to eat.¡± Yadina looks towards Zotoady for a second or two, then she shakes her head signalling that she will stay with Erhart for now. ¡°Ok then, I will return with some food. See you later.¡± ¡­¡­. Following a few explosions of flame pillars and ice spikes, along with a few powerful shock waves, Zotoady walks out of the forest carrying what looks to be two slain wild boars. In just minutes, Zotoady skilfully skins the boar and dices the meat neatly with a black dagger, so skilled in fact not a single drop of blood stained onto his hands nor his cloak. Dumping the heads and some other body parts of the boars into the newly lit camp fire. Consecutively, stacking the good meats onto a few metal stands. Grilling them, turning the rod every so often, while gently painting the meat¡¯s surface with some spices and seasonings. After roughly fifteen minutes, the smell of the delicious, crispy meat travels across the camp site, attracting a group of [beasts] along with a starving Yadina, who decides to betray Erhart for a while for some delicious food she just smelled. ¡°Here.¡± Zotoady says, adding few pieces of meat onto a piece of plate sized leaf and hands it to Yadina. Instead of eating himself, he watches Yadina devouring the food with some unknown pleasure and¡­¡­¡­.as well as, a sense of sadness hidden deep within him. ¡°More?¡± ¡°like, YEchi, Plz¡± ¡°Calm down, no one is competing with you.¡± Looking at those almost half crying [Beasts] with a face written with ¡°begging¡± all over. Zotoady throws a few crystals into them. They shake their head in disappointment, seemingly unpleased by the fact they did not get the meat. But ultimately seeing Zotoady have no intention of sharing, they pick up the crystals and emerges back into the forests. ¡°Your cooking, is , like, better than Erhart¡¯s¡± Yadina compliments, seemingly have allowed what Zotoady have done to Erhart and her slip for now. ¡°No, the only thing I can cook properly is grilled meat. I fail at basically everything else.¡± ¡°Like, How so?¡± ¡°Let¡¯s just say practice makes perfect. After you have done this for a long time you will be good at it.¡± Zotoady says, bitting his lip. ¡°I see, like, do you like, travel a lot?¡± ¡°Good question, emmm I once did travel a lot, but it¡¯s not like actually loved travelling or anything. I just needed to get from a place to another, then when I created Recall Flasks and Wormhole Potions, I travel less and less. ¡°Then how do you like, practice cooking then?¡± ¡°Because she likes it.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Nothing, just most of my friends can¡¯t cook, so yah, and I don¡¯t want to starve myself to death in the wilderness.¡± Attempting to cover up, Zotoady says waving his hands in the air, only making Yadina more and more suspicious, then a silence fall. ¡°Black haired [Human]?¡± seeing Zotoady had been sitting motionless on the ground looking at the flame for quite a while, Yadina speaks. ¡°Sorry, also my name is Zotoady.¡± ¡°Zotoady? Like, What do you know about Erhart?¡± ¡°Nearly everything after I read his memory.¡± ¡°YOU WHAT?¡± ¡°Wanna hear a story?¡± ¡°Not particularly.¡± ¡°I will tell you one anyway.¡± ¡°There is once a young [Human] alchemist inside of a world where knowledge is [Human]¡¯s best weapon.¡± ¡°How can knowledge be used as weapons?¡± Yadina asks, according to her grandfather, best weapon is your fist and according to her grandma her grandpa is an idiot. ¡®Maybe like, knowledge can make grandpa less an idiot and use like, he can fist as a weapon more effectively.¡¯ ¡°Well.¡± Zotoady says turning to the direction the tent Erhart is currently in, he gives out a grin and continues on, ¡°The young alchemist is one of the most talented and hardworking youngster of his time, in just a few years with the help of his teachers and friends. Combining with his efforts and of cause luck, He is able to publish a report on a small research task he had done, which may not necessarily have seemed very impressive, yet take accounts of his age, ultimately he was apprenticed to a famous laboratory nearby.¡±Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°Like, what is a laboratory.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t really know either, I presume it is a place you alchemists do sacrificial rituals and experiments in.¡± Zotoady rubs his head, he says unsurely. ¡°Then he got poisoned to death.¡± ¡°¡­¡­¡± ¡°Like, you are terrible at telling story.¡± ¡°I will tell you this story in detail later, I suddenly realised that I wanted to ask a question.¡± ¡°But you have like spoiled the ending.¡± ¡°Have you figured out what my blood does yet?¡± ¡°No?¡± ¡°I see. Do you want to know?¡± breaking out a smirk as he says so. ¡°sure?¡± Yadina answers unsurely. ¡°My blood¡± ¡°dedededeedededededen¡± drumming his lap as he reveals, ¡°is useless.¡± ¡°¡­¡­..¡± if one¡¯s stares can kill, Zotoady would have died a hundred times by now. ¡­¡­¡­ ¡°Try this, use [Fairy] race¡¯s [Teleport] first, while immediately trap the target with the [Elven] race¡¯s [Thorn Burst] and spam [Demon]¡¯s [Death Bolt].¡± Zotoady explains. ¡°Like, what is ¡®spam¡¯?¡± Yadina yawns, stretching her arms, after staying seated next the unconscious Erhart for the whole night, she feels ache all over her body. ¡°Fire continuously.¡± ¡°OK, like can I have a try.¡± Rubbing her eyes. ¡°Sure. I will be the test dummy *Buff all*¡± with the sounds of countless crystal bottles shattering inside of Zotoady¡¯s cloak. Around his body seven layers of multi-coloured shields are generated on top of his skinf. ¡°Please proceed.¡± Yadina nods, with the blink of an eye she disappears and reappears behind of Zotoady, ducking down and slams her left hand onto the ground, while points her right palm at Zotoady. Soon a green aura gathers around her left hand, evoking all the plants of the surroundings. Immediately trapping Zotoady with a newly grown, arm thick creeper that is decorated with some yellow spikes. Simultaneously, she aims and sends out three violet fire bolts one after another, not only hitting the target but also igniting the creeper at the same time. ¡°15.31 seconds. Too slow, too predictable.¡± Zotoady sounds disappointed, walking out of the flame unscratched. He asks, ¡°Do you know what can you improve?¡± ¡°Emmm, fire the [Death Bolts] quicker?¡± ¡°And?¡± ¡°Errrrr, like, like, I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°Ok, first, I need to know how many time can you use this combo?¡± ¡°About, like thirty times without resting?¡± ¡°Good,¡± clapping his hands together, Zotoady asks, ¡°Now let¡¯s break your combo into parts, first why do you use [Teleport]?¡± ¡°To confuse your enemy.¡± ¡°Excellent, and as your stamina, mana, [ewa] whatever you call it sustains, instead just using one time teleport, tp as much times as possible until you find the right opportunity.¡± ¡°Like this¡±, Yadina did what she was asked to, shifting her position for two times. ¡°Yahhhh.¡± Zotoady speaks unsurely. ¡°Every time you teleport stop for a second before you tp again.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Cause anxiety towards your enemy, enrage them, anger them, piss them off. Of cause, it would be better to annoy them even further, if you can tp and throw and throw fire ball at same time.¡± ¡°Ok?, emm So, like, what should I do?¡± Yadina asks unsurely. ¡°Teleport, fireball, teleport, fireball, teleport, trap, three fireballs. Complete all those actions within 10 seconds.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t, like cast that many [Death Bolts] that fast.¡± ¡°Precast them.¡± Zotoady says lightly,¡± Instead of releasing them in an instant, control them, maintain them, use them when needed, preserve them around you.¡± ¡°Like, like in a snowball fight, like I store up snowballs, instead of make one and throws it out immediately?¡± ¡°Yes. That¡¯s the idea, Actually, it may feel In some way similar to how you controls your domain.¡± Zotoady nods, Yadina closes her eyes with some uncertainty, activating her [Demon Bloodline], controlling her energy output. ¡®Just like controlling my [Domain], this is my flame, my power. I am its ruler¡¯ As she gradually raises her hand, a spiral of violet flame begins to formulate, growing larger by the seconds, radiating out breaths of intense heat. Finally, when it reaches the size of a small watermelon. The flame bolt stopped growing, under Yaidina control, the bolt starts to move. At first randomly in the air, hitting a rock and a tree every so often. But soon the bolt is gradually tamed by Yadina, circling in a uniformed fashion around her body. Another bolt is quickly generated, and another after it. Yadina breaks out a satisfying smile, she opens her eyes, sending all three bolts consecutively towards Zotoady, pausing just a few centimetres in front of his face. ¡°How is that?¡± Expecting to see a surprised face and be showered by compliments, Yadina speaks. ¡°Good job, now, try casting the three bolts quicker. Keep on practising until I come back, you are doing a good job.¡± Zotoady compliments, giving Yaidna a thumb up. Rubbing his chin, seems to be distracted by something else. Without saying anything further with the girl. He walks off, towards his gigantic bundle. As he passes by Erhart¡¯s tent he grabs a few books that Erhart had with him. Cracking his knuckles and takes in a deep breath, Zotoady unpacks the bundle. Simultaneously as he did so, countless swords, spears, axes, armours and other accessories covered in complex circuit like dark lines floods out of the package and onto the ground. Zotoady takes out a pen, along with what looks to be a 21st century note book still with its price tag on. In just minutes, he scans through the books he borrowed without permission from Erhart and begins writing. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> ¡°Where am I?¡± Rubbing his eyes, Erhart says. Expecting to hear a reply from either Yadina or Zotoady. ¡°Hell, this is where you are at and where you deserve to be. Not heaven.¡± A soft, yet familiar voice echoes into his ear. ¡°Is that so.¡± Erhart help himself up, eyeing towards into the direction of the voice, a beautiful, young woman enters his view staring down at him with eyes filled with rage. ¡°Yuna.¡± Erhart says, breaking out a faint grin. ¡°Erhart. Why did you kill me?¡± Yuna questions. ¡°I am sorry.¡± Erhart apologises. ¡°Sorry?¡± Yuna sounds displeased, she continues, ¡°If you really is sorry, you should have saved me. I trusted you. But you didn¡¯t, you are weak and useless. You cannot even protect the person you cared about the most. It is quite funny isn¡¯t it, I know you had that power, yet you still did nothing with it. You are not even half of the man I was.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Erhart says lightly, his face darkens, one step after another, he drags himself in front of Yuna. Inside of his mind the Yuna¡¯s phrases bounces back and forth, replaying over and over again. ¡°You coward!¡± ¡°You are as bad as a killer.¡± ¡°Why did you let me die? Why didn¡¯t you save me You kill...¡± Yuna speaks once again, her glance pierces through Erhart¡¯s skin, stabbing deep into his heart like razor sharp blades. ¡°I am sorry.¡± Erhart says, He looks up, staring into Yuna¡¯s eye. With a swift and abrupt movement, he dashes forward. Wrapping his arms around the young woman, squeezing them tighter and tighter by the seconds. Tears floods out of his eyes, he continues repeating himself,¡± I am sorry, so sorry, sorry for everything.¡± Yuna gradually silenced, stunned in place, she did not struggle. Slowly lowering her head, she stares down at Erhart, she sighs. ¡°You know I am not real.¡± Erhart nods, his master had reminded him time after time that he will be facing his worst fear and guilt after the Divine punishment. So from the start, he knows that Yuna is not real. ¡°Then, why? did you not break out of the illusion?¡± ¡°Because I just want to hold onto you a bit longer, even if it is just your shadow and even if it just for a second or two.¡± ¡­¡­.. Seven Cloaks <><><><><><><> ¡°Zotoady.¡± On top a lifeless field of nothingness, a young man finally speaks. Wearing a hoodless white cloak decorated by trails of golden lines embroidered onto it. His long white hair and two sleeves dances with the wind. Around his belt sits a violet blade. ¡°Did you come here as the ¡°First Sword of the Three Realms¡±, ¡°Divine Blade of Yirde¡±. Or are you here as Rajar Gavailian. If I remembered correctly the Gavail Tree will not awake again for another 3.23 million Realm¡¯s Years. Why are you here?¡± Zotoady says, his voice is not cold yet it is lacking all emotions, he did not turn to the young man instead he kept on playing with a golden necklace, throwing it up, grabs it and throws it up again. ¡°I come here as a friend.¡± Rajar, the white haired young man says. ¡°I see, so¡± Turns to Rajar, Zotoady flicks his fingers, HE says,¡± Than, what are you here for, friend?¡± a black dome grows out, covering both him and Rajar along with most of their surroundings. Rajar moves his hand towards his belt, palm onto the hilt of the sword. In the next instant he throws his sword onto the ground. ¡°Gosh, dood finally, I can speak and act like a normal person.¡± Rajar let out a breath of relief. ¡°FINALLY FIANALL I do not be forced to go everywhere with this sword on, It is not even the real #Soul Cutter#. Those new Elders are so freaking demanding. But all that aside, SOOOOOooo, how¡¯s going Zod?¡± Rajar says, his tone changed entirely form before. ¡°Alright? I guess, if you really don¡¯t like those Elders, you know that you can just cut them right?¡± ¡°Yah¡­.But Mollie would most likely cut me if I am to do that.¡± Rajar shrugs. Slicing his hand across his neck and puts up a dying face. Zotoady shakes his head and sighs, confirming Rajar¡¯s statement ¡°Of cause, she will.¡± ¡°So¡­em speaking of Mollie, have you, you know, you, her.¡± Rubbing the back of his head, Rajar unsure about how he is to approach the question. ¡°No. I failed¡­.again¡­.¡± ¡°You should really move on and accept that she is de¡­¡± ¡°No.¡± before Rajar can finish his sentence, Zotoady denied him with the same reply from before. ¡°I should have guessed. But anyway, I got some information for you, that you may like, about the Saint of Blades and the Ruler of Time.¡± Walking to Zotoady and sits in front of him. ¡°Ty. Send them to me across Pigeon, use private chat.¡± ¡°kk.¡± ¡°How are the others?¡± Zotoady asks. ¡°Leo and Quilta are, well, just travelling around, recently frozen another planet, because they met some really, really, really unlucky bandits. Clean-up crews fixed it up, luckily. Willem and Vivian opened up a travelling smith¡¯ shop, at least they stopped arguing about firearms are better than melee weapons or melee weapons are better than firearms. Mollie and I are and have been doing what so called, guarding the Realm. Well you know, just sitting there doing nothing, apparently that works, go figure.¡± ¡°I see that¡¯s nice, so wanna hear a story?¡± Zotoady spent a few minutes comprehending all that information, then he asks. ¡°SCREW you, NO! EVERYTIME I HEAR A STORY FROM YOU AND I GET A DEPRESSION FOR THE NEXT FEW HUNDREDS OF YEARS.¡± Rajar shouts angrily at the blacked haired young man. Yet at the same time he is glad in some ways, as Zotoady maybe is the only few people remaining in this world that will not just tumble upon hearing his shouts. looking at each other in silent for a good five minutes, then out of nowhere a laughter breaks out. ¡­¡­.. Those two talked on and on for hours¡­¡­... ¡°Well, It seems that I really got to go.¡± Rajar speaks after he checked a bracelet on his forearm. ¡°Best luck. don¡¯t kill yourself.¡± ¡°So, it is still that same old phrase, you know now you are saying this to the funder of the Realm of Legend, Right? The strongest being in all three Realms.¡± Rajar says somewhat jokingly. ¡°I am saying it to a friend.¡± Zotoady replies,¡± Besides what will the strongest being of all three Realms do if I tell Mollie that Rajar once cheated her when.....¡± ¡°THAT IS A LIE! AND YOU KNOW IT.¡± <><><><><><><> Erhart¡¯s eyes widens, ¡®What is that? Is that a dream? What the hell? It doesn¡¯t feel like one. Who is that so called ¡®Zotoady¡¯s friend¡¯. Who really is Zotoady? Realm of Legend is real? I thought master is just joking when he told me about....¡¯ Despite Erhart feels as if his head is combusting, question pops out of his brain one after another. Soon, Erhart feels waves of pain gradually emerging into his mind from across his body. Yet the pain was nothing compare to the strangeness Erhart is experiencing, he feels as if his whole body had been just renewed. He looks down seeing that he is bonded like a mummy with bandage made out of some green plants. Gripping his hands, finds his old work or sword hardened, callous hands. Now feels somewhat soft and smooth similar to the ones of a newborn¡¯s. He takes in a deep breath, and fuses himself with his surroundings. ¡®Qi¡¯ floods into his body like no time before, at the same time Erhart feels his qi¡¯s storage also has expanded. He have grown stronger, somehow. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. ¡®I Never know my body would act like this after the Divine Punishment?¡¯ ¡­.. After around seven or so minutes, Erhart clears himself of most of his internal damage that Zotoady¡¯s potion did not cure. Now he is finally fully conscious of his surroundings. Scanning around, realising that he is sitting in an empty tank with a red haired young girl lying on the edge, fallen asleep sometimes ago. Erhart shakes his head, as softly as possible he lays the girl down on to the ground and covers her up with sheets of blanket he found nearby, most likely left there by Zotoady. After returning to his own tent, Erhart unwraps the bandage and dresses himself. Then as he reaches towards his head. He hesitates, realising that all of his original hair had been burned into ashes and his head now feels kind of¡­. empty ¡®Does this confirm the theory of I grow stronger and I become bold.¡¯ Erhart thinks jokingly to himself. After considering many of the consequence for leaving his head exposed to the elements of the nature, Erhart decides he will still leave the bandage across his head on, till he finds himself a proper hat, preferably a beanie. Peeking up into the sky, observing that the sun is still not up. Erhart decides that he will wonder around the camp, maybe go hunt for something later when everyone wakes up. For now, Erhart secedes he will just be pacing around the surrounding area. The young boy is distracted, keep on trying to comprehend all the information he received from watching Zotoady talking to Rajar. Pulled by a mysterious force, unknowing he walks south. Erhart¡¯s walk is mostly ordinary, not a single irregularity is spotted. Not that Erhart is intentionally trying to spot any that is. The walk is quite and normal, almost too normal that strangely in some way disturbs Erhart. The young boy feels as if his intuition is telling him to take more notice of his nearby. And his intuition is not wrong, out of nowhere in the corner of the young boy¡¯s eyes he catches a trace of silver flashing by. Immediately Erhart turns and looks towards it, yet there is nothing there. ¡®Never believe that you saw a hallucination, sword master¡¯s blade must be sharp at all time.¡¯ ¡®A good hunter knows that eyes are the [Gifts] from god, there is never a so called miss-sought.¡¯ Words of his Master and Jorah echoes around his head. Erhart¡¯s body automatically shifts into a defensive stance, his hand spontaneously jumped towards the whereabouts of the handle of his sword. ¡®Woops¡¯ But, what Erhart¡¯s hand caught is not his sword, but an empty space. Realising that he did not bring his weapon. He still did not show any signs of weakness or attempt to run away, Erhart scans left, a silver haired girl enters his view. She smiles, nodding at the young boy, before Erhart can ask any questions or even say a word, she vanishes. Erhart focus his mind, filling the surroundings with his ¡®Qi¡¯. Attempting to sense any trace of irregularities or life forms, but at the end there is no sign of the girl or anything even being near him. ¡®This somewhat feels similar to Zotoady¡¯s presence.¡¯ Now after seeing someone just disappear in front of his view like that. Erhart really begin to question his sanity. ¡®Maybe I really am having a hallucination.¡¯ Shaking his head, without killing his braincells any further, Erhart strolls on till in a tiny empty field within the forest. He sees a figure sitting on top of a rock, gazing deeply at something. Erhart walks closer, not realising that he is walking in total silence. ¡°Show you self!¡± Zotoady shouts. ¡°Good Morning.¡± Erhart greets, nodding his head. ¡°Oh, young Erhart you are awake, how do you feel?¡± ¡°Alright.¡± ¡°Good, very good. Well then anyway! Can you cook the breakfast?¡± ¡°Sure, but I think we are out of food supplies.¡± ¡°No we not, Some really nice [Human] friends send here some food supplies just a few days ago. And invited me to check on the village too, it¡¯s a nice place, but the sewage system is terrible, so I fixed it up. Now sludge can be recycled and a sun light filtration tank is added. Oh, Oh, Oh And also, nearly forgot, someone called ¡°Jorah¡± or some name starts with ¡°J¡±, told me to tell you that ¡®He¡¯s are sorry. Return to the village after the [Departure Day] if you want¡­¡¯ Or something.¡± ¡°Ok.¡± On the surface Erhart replies emotionlessly, yet deep down, for some unknown reason he feels waves of warmth reaching into heart, when he knows that he has not been forgotten. But he soon shakes himself out of that joy ¡®A dead man do not deserve to be cared for or remembered.¡¯ ¡°What were you looking at?¡± Erhart asks. ¡°Can I see?¡± ¡°Nothing really.¡± Zotoady takes out a small photo encased with a rainbow coloured wooden frame. He hands the picture to Erhart, his hand shakes slighly, he remains Erhart, ¡°Be careful.¡± < In the picture Erhart sees eight youngsters. In the middle of the photo is an ash-haired boy holding a purple sword, hugged onto by an emerald haired girl with a bow slung on her back. Next to them stands another young man with grey steel hair and a cobalt haired young girl, both are blushing, while holding each other¡¯s hand nervously. Behind those four stands a muscular looking, blond haired young giant with a red haired young lady sitting on his shoulder. Lastly on the two corners of the picture is a jet black haired young boy, as always long and messy hair that covering his eye and ¡®Wait, what, What the hell? How is she on the picture? How is it possible?¡¯. On the other corner stands the silver haired young girl that Erhart just saw. ¡°Rajar, Mollie, Leon, Quilta, Willem, Vivian, Zotoady who is that white haired girl?¡± Erhart counts the people one by one, pointing at the girl, he asks. ¡°Oh that¡¯s Alyss. Actually, wait a second¡­.¡± Zotoady pauses, realising something is not right.¡± How did you know all of them?¡± ¡°I saw a conversation you had with Rajar, mentioning them when I was unconscious.¡± Erhart speaks the truth. ¡®He has the right to know.¡¯ ¡°Oh never know that thing has memoriion in it.¡± ¡°What thing?¡± ¡°You will know one day.¡± Zotoady replies. ¡°Zotoady.¡± ¡°Yah?¡± ¡°Emmm, what if I told you that I saw that silvered haired girl just now. Is it possible?¡± ¡°Nah, it¡¯s not possible, she left~ this world a long~ time ago. It¡¯s maybe an after-effect of the thing I gave you, someone¡¯s emotions can have be transferred onto memoriion, don¡¯t worry, you will be back to normal soon.¡± His voice crackles slightly. ¡°Another thing.¡± ¡°What?¡± Zotoady¡¯s voice have a slight bit of irritation in it. Just a slight bit. ¡°I am sorry.¡± ¡°What?¡± he repeat, sounds confused. ¡°Sorry, about thinking that only I know to feeling of losing my loved o¡­.¡± Before Erhart can finish, Zotoady stopped Erhart by covering Erhart¡¯s mouth with his palm. He shakes his head slowly and gives out a bitter smile, ¡°No, you haven¡¯t lost anyone yet. Speak less and act more before you actually start to lose people you cared about. Now let us get to today¡¯s lesson.¡° ¡°Another thing¡­ if I actually completed all the tasks, and if Yuna comes back to life again. Which world will she be reincarnated into?¡± ¡°Good question,¡± Zotoady pat¡¯s Erhart¡¯s head and replies, ¡°Her soul will always be bond to yours. Wherever you are, she is.¡± ¡°Ok¡­¡­.Thank you, I guess¡± Knowledge is Tasty ¡°Have you read all of the [Alchemist¡¯s] note? He is quite knowledgeable. I must admit.¡± Zotoady says. ¡°Not all, but most of the important things.¡± ¡°So, not all?¡± ¡°Nah.¡± Erhart replies ¡°Well then, reread them, all of them.¡± ¡°Why? I don¡¯t need to know all tho..¡± ¡°No, N0 ,N0, No, Before you finish. I must say, there is no such something as ¡®You don¡¯t need to know¡¯ if information is gold, knowledge will be silver, wait that isn¡¯t right? Platinum, Right! That¡¯s the word. When you are doing any research! Remember any research! you must always be hungry, be gluttonous for all kinds of knowledge relevant to your task, you¡¯d rather read a ton of random craps¡­..then miss a phrase or two that may inspire you studies. Didn¡¯t you learn that when you are studying ¡®Alchemy¡¯ ¡®schencemy¡¯ in your old world?¡± ¡°Science you mean?¡± Erhart say. ¡°it doesn¡¯t matter. You will reread all the resources later, but first what can you conclude you¡¯re your so called reading of most of important stuff?¡± ¡°Well, [Human] in this world Genetically do not seem to differ greatly from other races, as cross breeding seemingly to be possible. [Arch alchemist] theorised [Human] similar to other races can absorb [Ewa], but just like a circuit without a broken circuit, we just need to find the linking stone to connect the circuit and ¡­.Emmm¡­..that¡¯s all.¡± ¡°Terrible.¡± ¡°Well then! what did you find?¡± Slightly annoyed, Erhart shouts. ¡°First, [Arch Alchemist] never theorised anything, in many of his letters he exchanged with his close relatives or study partners he state ¡®I have no prove what so ever in which human can absorb [Ewa], but It is clear that [Human] body have shown to cause disturbances in an [Ewa] field.¡±If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°Next, the [Ewa] circuit is not broken. From a section within the [Arch Alchemist]¡¯s diary, he states that during his travel he met some [Human] Warrior Tribe with people having superior physical abilities that rivals [Heroes] that recorded to be able to manipulate [Ewa] within their body. So¡­¡± ¡°The circuit is not broken, [Human] just need an emitter! That ¡°Thing¡± is the EMMITTER! Instead of being a part of the circuit! I see¡­¡± Erhart shouts in excitement. But the excitement soon drops when he realises the same problem is still unsolved, what is the ¡°Thing¡±? And where to find the ¡°Things¡±? ¡°Take this, as a reference, read it alongside the other notes.¡± Zotoady says, throwing a stack of note books at Erhart. ¡°Thanks? Where did you got all these?¡± Erhart asks, scanning at what¡¯s inside, seeing lines of messy handwritings and a few terrible drawings of diagrams and some stick people fighting. ¡°I wrote them.¡± ¡°Ok, thanks¡­again.¡± Erhart¡¯s face colour becomes gradually turns pale as he reads on. ¡­¡­. Erhart scratches his hair.. Erhart hammers the ground¡­ Erhart cuts down a few trees in rage¡­. Erhart finally wants to kill himself even more than he already do¡­... ¡­¡­ ¡®WHAT THE ACTUAL CRAP IS THIS? IT ONLY MADE ME MUCH MORE AND MORE CONFUSE THAN I ALREADY AM!¡¯ if one is to describe Erhart¡¯s current internal feeling, one can easily portrait it as a level 1 Nasus being ganked by five Teemos, Cancerous¡­.. ¡°Fi-fi-fi-Nally.¡± Erhart let out his last breath, before collapsing onto the ground. A white spirit soon escapes his mouth hovering above his head. ¡°Good job.¡± Zotoady walks out form somewhere, clapping his hands. ¡°WRU1233019!)(@!)#@##@#)DEF)$F)@NW)DD)@¡± ¡°Wow, wow, chill.¡± Erhart takes in a deep breath, and sits himself up straight. Sounds of him cracking his teeth can be heard every so often. He breaths out. Eye brows twitching. ¡°Ok, now tell me. I agree with your previous statement of information is important. But why the hell do I need to know something called ¡®One Magic¡¯ or something called ¡®Fabulous Grand spell of Crystal Destruction¡¯ OR SOMETHING CALLED ¡®FIVE BEST WAYS TO FIND THE BEST CAT IMAGE ONE REALM NET¡¯!!!!!¡± ¡°Errr,¡± rubbing his head, Zotoady smiles awkwardly, he answers, ¡°Well, I got a bit carried away.¡± Erhart kept up his expression for a while, but at the end he sighs. ¡°To think I will be saying this, but your notes are quite helpful.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°Shut up.¡± Zotoady¡¯s face darkens, ducking into a small corner and begins drawing circles on the ground. Erhart clears his throat,¡± As I was saying before, from your notes as well that [Alchemist]¡¯s I think I gasps the basics or [Ewa]. But a question still remains? You said that [Human] need a emitter. Good idea, but we really don¡¯t have anything that I¡­can¡­base¡­upon? What are you doing?¡± Erhart asks, watching Zotoady walks away and return soon with a huge bundle on his back. Before any more questions can be asked, a swarm of equipment flood out of the bundle, engulfing Erhart in an instant, drowning him with the share amount. Do you Want a Star? ¡°ERHART! LET¡¯S PLAY!¡± Yadina suggests, swinging her flame like hair as she runs around the clearing looking for the currently bold head young boy. Erhart ignored her, not only because that he feels he is too old for such thing (JAWPB¡¯s note: you know biologically, you are technically seven¡­DON¡¯T STAB ME!). Also from some unfortunate past experiences he learned that Yadina¡¯s so called ¡®play¡¯ is basically beating each other up ¡®Kids in this world¡­..Once I thought I was violent.¡¯ Sitting on top of a tree¡¯s branch, lying his back softly against its truck. He hides his presence by camouflaging himself to somewhat similar to his surroundings. He takes out a metal arm guard, carefully appraising the traces carved across it, while flicking through Zotoady¡¯s notes. ¡°ERHART! What are you doing?¡± Out of nowhere a pair of crimson red eyes materialises behind of Erhart shining out glimmer of curiosity, Yadina have finally found him. Erhart sighs, he closes his eyes and compliments, ¡°Your [teleport] is getting better.¡± ¡°Like, Thanks.¡± Yadina says, patting Erhart on the head tenderly. ¡°what are you doing?¡± ¡°I am like, enjoying my reward.¡± ¡°What reward?¡± ¡°Like, the reward for finding you. ¡° ¡°ZOTOADY!!!!!¡± Erhart shouts, He does not need to ask any questions he just knows, somehow. ¡­¡­.. ¡°Are you sure about this?¡± Erhart asks. ¡°Yes¡± Zotoady replies ¡°Ok? But Yadina would probably lose¡­Horribly¡­¡± ¡°No she won¡¯t¡± Zotoady speaks with confidence. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, just go all out I have set up wards, so you would not do much damage.¡± ¡°Ready?¡± Erhart prepares himself, hand on the hilt of his green sword, ready to attack at any time. ¡°Just a moment!¡± Zotoady waves his hand, signalling Erhart to stop, but before Erhart is able to ask anything. ¡°*Wind Shield V*, *Extreme speed V*, *Obsidian Sharpening V*,*Carbon nanotube Skin X*, *Magic Damage Repeal III*, *Star Flame Aspect III*, *Strength V*, *Elemental Protection I*, *Poisionous Blade V*, *Mana Regeneration*, *Immolate*¡­.¡± Zotoady says, at the same time showering Yadina with flasks of different coloured potions. ¡°Now go! Erhart I believe in you! Also Yadina activate your [Domain] all ten of them.¡± Zotoady says waving at Erhart, ¡°Good luck.¡± ¡°¡­..Well, I am screwed¡­.¡± Erhart¡¯s jaw drops and his face turns pale, he can already feel the pain. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. As Zotoady¡¯s ward gradually fads away, Zotoady watches Erhart slowly crawls out of it with a bruised face and body, most of bones in his body crushed, despite He is not in any real danger with Zotoady being here, but still the pain implied on him is unmeasurable. On the other hand, Yadina is unscratched, celebrating in the background, clearly she did not go easy on this young boy. ¡®Grand pa told me, go all out in all fights¡¯ . Zotoady ducks down in front of the young boy, he says, ¡°You know you could have used ¡®Swords Mind¡¯ back there right?¡± ¡°On en innosent gier did nothing wruong¡­ No..too¡­cruel.¡± (On an innocent girl that did noting wrong, it is too cruel)With the last bit of strength Erhart squizzes out a few unclear mumbles. ¡°Foolish child.¡± Zotoady rises up, pouring down a bottle of pink solution onto Erhart. ¡°Why can¡¯t you be a bit like your father.¡± ¡­¡­¡­ ¡°I always thought a night out in the wild must be freezing and swarmed by insects.¡± Erhart comments will looking up into the vast night sky. Without much light pollution or dusts accumulated in the atmosphere. Erhart is exposed to an entirely different sky that is beyond any of his knowing or imagination. Instead of individual stars he remembers from his old word. Every night he sees milky spirals twist into the shape of vortex, constructed solely of diamond like stars, glaring, glimmering, sparkling out light from light years away. Sometimes if Erhart is haunted by nightmares or simply cannot fell asleep, he will look up and stare at these wonders of creation for hours and hours on. Often he cannot help himself exclaim ¡®no wonder my ancestors are so entranced by these gems of the night sky, they are such exotic scenery.¡¯ But tonight, Erhart cannot help but bites his teeth. ¡°Paper, Scissors, Rock! HA REKT, LOL¡± Zotoady swings his hands in excitement.¡± SISSORS. I WON¡± Yadina stares down at her own fist, looks to be somewhat puzzled, she is locked in contemporary for a good two minutes, before she realises something is wrong. ¡°Like, Wait a second? Doesn¡¯t rock like beat scissors?¡± ¡°Does it?¡± turning his head towards Erhart, Zotoady asks. Seeing Erhart nods, Zotoady lets out an sigh, filled with disappointment. ¡°Can you guys just sit down and enjoy the scenery? FOR GOD SAKE!¡± Erhart complains, he somewhat regret teaching those two this game, so they can stop bothering him every five minutes. After hearing that, Zotoady rubs the back of his head in confusion, ¡°What¡¯s so good about these fiery helium gas balls? They are not that rare to see ¡­¡± Yadina looks at Zotoady curiously at first, but never less nods in agreement. ¡°IMAGINE! How could you not be amazed by such wonders of Nature?¡± ¡°Do you want a star?¡± ¡°Sure!...Wait What?¡± ¡°Do you want a star?¡± Zotoady says again, from under his cloak, he snatches out a black bird. The thought of it being a crow first enters Erhart¡¯s head. But as he observes closer, he sees this black bird have three foot. ¡°WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME OLD BASTARD!¡± the bird shouts angrily. ¡°It can like, talk!¡± Yadina somehow reacted faster than Erhart this time. ¡°OF CAUSE I CAN. I AM THE THREE FOOT GOLDEN RAVEN! THE OLDEST CREATURE OF THIS UNIVERSE!¡± ¡°Shut up crow.¡± Zotoady says, grabbing the bird by its foot and begins shaking it continuously. ¡°THREE FOOT..GOL..DEN RA..VEN!¡± ¡°Now here is a deal, this young man here wants a star, give him one. If you cannot, well then become his contract beast. As technically you are the first star.¡± ¡°YOU KNOW THAT I CAN NOT MAKE STARS ANYMORE WITH MY CURRENT STATE! YOU BASTARD? SIGN A CONTRACT WITH HIM? A WEAKLING LIKE THAT? NO THE¡­ONLY...TWO PEOPLE¡­I¡­.RECOGNISE IS¡­WAIT?¡± the raven pauses, struggles out of Zotoady¡¯s grasp, flipping its wings towards Erhart. Hovering before him, its black eyes rolls up and down, scanning the young boy all over again and again as if a drowning man had seen a floating log. ¡°Why can I sense those two¡¯s presence in him¡­¡± The Raven asks ¡°Have you changed your mind, crow.¡± Instead of answering, Zotoady says. The raven did not bother argue with Zotoady any further, it lands softly onto Erhart¡¯s shoulder and replies, ¡°I will!¡± ¡°Good! If you said no, you would probably become, out next day¡¯s breakfast.¡± ¡°¡­¡­¡±