《Journey to the Top : The path of Power》


 Goodbye Friend

    Thud!


    "Roy, snap out of your dream world, or next time, it won''t be my boot but this beauty in my hand," a bald man barked, brandishing a wicked-looking whiplash. His voice was rough, filled with the frustration of someone who enjoyed making others suffer.


    With a start, Roy jolted to his feet. At just nine years old, his pitch-black hair and fiery red eyes were striking against his frail frame, which looked more skeletal than boyish. The oversized bag strapped to his back, almost three times his size, served as a grim reminder of his life as a slave, captured by the nefarious Demonic Blood Sect.


    "Our destination, everyone, is the entrance to the scorching desert. We''ll gather herbs for our esteemed elders. Anyone who slacks off will meet a gruesome end," the bald man declared, his lone eye sweeping over the group with a look that sent shivers down their spines. A disciple of the sect, he exuded menace despite his average build and relatively youthful features.


    The group stood at the sect''s gate, the command hanging in the air like a weight pressing down on each of them. Disciples and slaves alike reluctantly fell into formation, moving as a singular, somber unit.


    Roy trudged along, his bag swaying with each step. Beside him, Chris, a boy with unruly yellow hair, walked with a more even pace.


    "How do you keep putting up with this, Roy? He always takes his anger out on you. If I were in your shoes, I would''ve given up by now," Chris muttered, his voice carrying both disbelief and concern.


    Roy turned his head slightly, his red eyes locking with Chris''s. Chris was three years older, stronger, and still struggled to understand why Roy never broke. Despite his own hardships, Roy''s resilience was something Chris found both impressive and puzzling. Chris was the only person Roy could call a friend¡ªsomeone who genuinely cared for him in this cruel world. In a place where everyone else looked out only for themselves, Chris had always tried to help Roy, and that made him different from everyone else.


    Roy shrugged, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just... don''t want to die. And I know what I have to do to stay alive." He took a deep breath, his eyes steady. "It''s pointless to blame the world for everything. Instead, I try to think about what I can do to get through each day. Plus..." He hesitated, glancing away. "I have something I need to do."


    Chris raised an eyebrow, shaking his head with a sigh. "You''re something else, Roy. It''s like you''re made of iron. I can''t even imagine thinking like that at your age or even now."


    A small, humorless smile tugged at Roy''s lips, but his eyes remained distant. He trudged onward, the image of his parents in his mind¡ªtheir faces blurry but filled with love. They had saved him once, and if they were still out there somewhere, he would find them. He needed to live, not just survive. For them.


    Hours passed in a grueling march, the sun now hidden behind thick clouds as they reached the Toxic Forest, a dark and foreboding place that earned its name from its lethal flora and fauna. The forest seemed to pulse with an unnatural energy, and every step deeper felt like they were crossing into another realm. The gnarled trees appeared almost sentient, their twisted branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. Leaves shimmered with a sickly iridescence, emitting a faint glow that cast eerie reflections on the ground. Strange whispers echoed from unseen corners, and the air held a scent that was both sweet and rotten, a blend that made one''s head spin. Each tree seemed to breathe out an air of malevolence, and the shadows danced as if they held secrets too sinister for words.


    The bald man turned to address the group. "From this point onward, everyone, exercise extreme caution. One wrong step, and you won''t survive. I won''t lift a finger to save you," he spat, his voice laced with disdain. Though his words were harsh, it was just a front. The bald man needed the group alive¡ªeach of them had a role to play, whether it was carrying supplies or being used as bait for the dangers of the forest or afterwards. He couldn''t afford to lose people, but he wanted to maintain his image of ruthless authority.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    The tension in the group thickened as they entered the forest, the twisted branches above casting long, ominous shadows across their path. Strange bioluminescent fungi clung to the bark of the trees, glowing softly, illuminating patches of the forest floor with an otherworldly light. The whispers grew louder, seeming to shift and swirl around them. Every now and then, a fleeting movement would catch Roy''s eye¡ªa shadow slipping just beyond his field of vision, like ghosts teasing them from the periphery. Roy could feel the weight of his oversized bag more acutely, each step a painful reminder of his frailty. His malnourished body struggled to keep up, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. He refused to show weakness, but the pain was undeniable.


    "Huff... Huff..." Roy panted heavily, his legs trembling with exhaustion. His back throbbed, the burden of the bag pressing down relentlessly.


    Chris nudged him lightly. "Here, take this," he whispered, discreetly passing Roy a small bottle of water. "You need it more than I do. Don''t argue."


    Roy glanced at Chris, his eyes welling with gratitude. He took the bottle with shaky hands. "Thanks, Chris," he managed to say between gulps, the cool water soothing his parched throat. Chris had always been there¡ªa small light in the dark, an older brother figure who made the hardships a bit easier to bear.


    Chris flashed him a crooked smile. "Don''t mention it, Just keep moving, okay? We''re getting through this."


    Suddenly, Roy felt a strange sensation splatter across his face. It was warm and sticky, contrasting sharply with the cool dampness of the forest. His gaze snapped to the side, and his eyes widened in horror. The glow of the bioluminescent fungi illuminated the scene in ghastly colors, making the blood appear almost surreal.


    A vine had pierced Chris''s chest, its tip dripping with fresh blood. Roy watched, helpless, as Chris''s body began to turn an eerie shade of blue, his features contorting in pain. The bald man''s voice echoed through the forest.


    "Demonic vines! Level 1 monsters. Their poison is deadly, and they hunt in groups. Be careful!"


    Roy''s heart pounded in his ears. He moved to help Chris, but the older boy weakly pushed him away, his hand trembling as he tried to keep Roy safe. Chris''s eyes met Roy''s, filled with a mix of fear and acceptance.


    "Don''t... Roy," Chris whispered, his voice barely audible. "Listen, Roy... it''s too late for me. You need to survive, get out of here, and live. Promise me that you''ll keep going, no matter what."


    Roy''s throat tightened, tears stinging his eyes. He watched, powerless, as Chris''s body darkened, dissolving into a grotesque puddle. Chris had been his only friend in this nightmare and now he was gone, taken in an instant by the unforgiving forest.


    The tears came unbidden, streaming down Roy''s cheeks. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, drawing blood. The pain grounded him, kept him from collapsing under the weight of his grief. He knew he couldn''t mourn for long¡ªthis place offered no time for sorrow.


    A rustle in the bushes brought him back to the present. Five monstrous creatures emerged¡ªwolf-like in their gait, but their heads were masses of writhing vines, each tipped with thorny barbs that glistened with a dark, oily substance. The air seemed to chill as they approached, an unnatural wind rustling the vines around their heads. The demonic vine that had killed Chris was not alone.


    "Take a circular formation! Slaves and bone-forging disciples, gather in the center! Muscle-forging disciples, come forward! Five of you will deal with the monsters, and the rest will guard the people in the middle!" the bald man commanded, his voice harsh and unyielding.


    Roy stood frozen, his gaze locked onto the vine-covered monsters. Fear gripped him, rooting him to the spot. His mind screamed at him to move, to fight, to do something¡ªanything¡ªbut his body wouldn''t respond. He could only think of Chris, of how quickly he had been taken.


    Suddenly, a sharp pain exploded across his back and chest. The bald man''s whip lashed out, yanking Roy into the defensive formation. The searing pain snapped him out of his daze, his vision blurring from tears and exhaustion.


    "Do you want to die so quickly, huh? Don''t worry, I''ll kill you myself when your worth is over," the bald man sneered, his expression twisted with contempt.


    Roy crumpled to the ground, the last of his strength draining away. His body was a mess of bruises and cuts, the lashes tearing what little muscle he had left. He could feel himself slipping, his consciousness fading, the darkness closing in.


    As the muscle-forging disciples fought off the demonic vines, Roy lay there, his world slowly fading to black. His last thought was of Chris, and the promise he had made to himself¡ªto survive, to find his parents, to live a life that meant something.


    ''Goodbye, friend.''


    The world went dark, and Roy finally succumbed to the pain and exhaustion.

 The Fall

    Roy slowly opened his eyes. The world around him was hazy, the colors swirling in a dreamlike manner. He felt the ground beneath him moving¡ªhe was being dragged. Blinking to clear his vision, he saw a fellow slave, a burly man, pulling him along, cursing under his breath. The man''s expression was one of annoyance, his brows furrowed as he tugged Roy across the rough ground, clearly irritated by the added burden.


    Pain throbbed through Roy''s body. He noticed the bandages covering the wounds on his chest and back. The strange irony was that they wanted him to survive, but they tortured him by dragging his injured body across the rough ground, making every wound burn anew. The wounds were a reminder of the recent lashings, a reminder of Chris¡¯s death.


    As Roy''s body slid over a small rock, a groan escaped his lips.


    The man dragging him glanced back, a look of irritation crossing his face. "So, you''re awake, huh? Then get up and carry the items," the man growled, his voice gruff and annoyed.


    Despite the pain coursing through his body, Roy forced himself up. His limbs ached, his muscles screamed, but he knew better than to hesitate. Failure to obey would mean another lashing or worse, and Roy had learned enough about the cruel ways of the sect to know that he couldn''t afford to draw more attention to himself. He picked up his oversized bag, his fingers trembling as they grasped the straps. He struggled to keep pace with the rest of the group, every step a challenge. The other slaves glanced at him briefly, their faces blank, each consumed by their own misery. The burly man shot Roy a disdainful look, clearly expecting him to fail.


    They continued the grueling journey for what felt like hours, eventually emerging from the dark embrace of the Toxic Forest. The air changed abruptly, going from the choking thickness of the forest to the arid, barren atmosphere of the wasteland beyond. It was shocking to see such a stark contrast¡ªthe lush, albeit deadly, vegetation of the Toxic Forest suddenly giving way to an expanse of lifeless, cracked earth. It seemed almost unnatural, as if some force had drained the life out of the land right at the forest''s edge. The sudden change left the group uneasy, a reminder of how unpredictable and strange this world could be. They traveled for a few kilometers, the ground beneath them dry and cracked, until they encountered an enormous crevice¡ªa crack in the earth stretching hundreds of kilometers long, twenty meters wide, and so deep that its bottom was lost to darkness.


    The bald man leading the group glanced at the crevice, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the obstacle. He turned to face the group, his voice loud and commanding. "We''ll rest here tonight. Tomorrow, we''ll cross at first light by jumping in pairs, bringing the slaves across as well. We''re close to our destination."


    Roy felt a sense of relief wash over him. He let the heavy bag slide off his shoulders, collapsing on the hard, cracked ground. The other slaves did the same, their bodies too worn and weary to care about comfort. The disciples set up a few tents, while the slaves were left to sleep in the open. The cold night air bit into their skin, and many of the slaves tried to huddle together to share warmth. Roy kept a bit of distance, his eyes darting towards the disciples'' tents, observing them with both resentment and envy. They had fire, food, and protection. The slaves had only each other, and for many of them, even that was not enough.


    Roy lay on his back, gazing up at the night sky. Stars twinkled above, scattered across the vast expanse of darkness. Two large moons, one blue and the other pink, hung in the sky, casting an otherworldly glow over the barren landscape. The sight was almost beautiful, a rare instance of peace amidst the chaos of his life. He could hear the low murmur of the disciples talking among themselves, their laughter occasionally rising above the crackling of their campfire. The warmth of that fire seemed a world away from where he lay, the cold seeping into his bones. He extended his hand towards the sky, his fingers trembling slightly.


    "I must escape from here," he thought. The memory of Chris''s death flashed through his mind, and his chest tightened. He could still hear Chris¡¯s final words, could still see the fear and acceptance in his eyes. "I need to live and I need to find my parents."


    He clenched his hand into a fist, determination welling up inside him. His gaze shifted towards the crevice. His heart pounded as he contemplated his options. The crevice was vast, dark, and uninviting, but beyond it lay the possibility of freedom. "Even if there''s only a small chance, I''ll take it. I can''t stay here forever." The memory of Chris''s final moments replayed in his mind, and he knew he couldn''t let that sacrifice be in vain. He had to find a way, not just for himself but for everyone who had already fallen.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    The evening was calm, a deceptive tranquility that masked the dangers around them. The temperature dropped sharply, and a chill settled over the camp. The slaves huddled together for warmth, while the disciples sat around small fires, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames. Roy shivered, pulling his thin shirt tighter around his body.


    He glanced at the other slaves, their expressions hollow, their eyes devoid of hope. They had long since given up on escaping this hellish existence. Roy understood why¡ªthe Demonic Blood Sect had a way of breaking people, of stripping away any semblance of hope or resistance. But Roy refused to be broken. He had something to live for, and that made all the difference.


    His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden rumbling sound. The ground beneath him began to shake violently.


    "Earthquake!" someone screamed, and the camp erupted into chaos. People rushed out of their tents, trying to steady themselves, their eyes wide with fear. The disciples shouted orders, their voices frantic as they tried to maintain control.


    The shaking grew more intense, and Roy struggled to stay on his feet. He could see the disciples stumbling out of their tents, panic etched across their faces. Suddenly, the ground erupted with a deafening roar, and Roy watched in horror as a massive worm burst out from the earth, right where a group of disciples had been sitting moments earlier. Dust and debris flew into the air, and the cries of the disciples were abruptly cut off as the worm''s gaping maw swallowed them whole. In an instant, all of them were swallowed whole, disappearing into the creature''s massive maw. It was at least forty feet long, its body covered in thick, leathery scales, and its gaping maw was filled with rows of sharp teeth. The sight of the creature sent a wave of panic through the camp, the slaves and disciples alike frozen in terror.


    "It''s a Level 3 Giant Worm! Run! We can''t fight it!" one of the disciples yelled, his voice filled with panic. His face was pale, his eyes wide with fear as he turned and sprinted towards the crevice.


    The worm let out an ear-piercing screech, and the camp descended into chaos. People scattered, some running towards the crevice, others heading in different directions. The slaves, confused and terrified, tried to follow the disciples, but the worm''s massive form blocked their path. Roy saw some of them fall, tripping over their own feet in their desperation to escape. The disciples, meanwhile, acted solely in their own interest, ignoring the slaves entirely. Chaos had overtaken the camp, and Roy could see no order, no plan¡ªjust raw fear driving everyone. The disciples, knowing the worm couldn''t cross the crevice, leaped to the other side, their faces filled with desperation.


    Roy''s heart pounded in his chest, his senses on high alert amidst the chaos. He saw his chance¡ªthe worm was distracted, and he could use this moment to escape. He turned towards the forest, intending to make a run for it, but to his dismay, the massive worm had already begun slithering in that direction, its movements blocking any hope of escape that way. He gritted his teeth, feeling the fear clawing at his insides, urging him to find another way. There was no choice left but to head for the crevice¡ªhis only shot at surviving this nightmare.


    He ran towards the edge, his legs aching, his breath coming in ragged gasps. On his way, he quickly grabbed a smaller bag he had left on the ground, stuffing it under his arm. The bag contained some of the few essentials, like bandages, empty vials etc., he couldn''t afford to leave behind. They were meager supplies, but in the world he lived in, even the smallest advantage could mean the difference between life and death. He saw the others jump across, but as he reached the edge, he hesitated. The crevice was wide, and his body was weak. He knew he wouldn''t make it.


    Suddenly, a strong force shoved him from behind. Roy stumbled forward, his feet leaving the ground as he was thrown into the air. For a moment, time seemed to slow, and he glanced back, catching a glimpse of the bald man who had used him as a footing to propel himself across. The man''s face was twisted in a sneer, his eyes filled with contempt.


    Rage flared inside Roy, but there was no time to dwell on it. He fell at a great speed, his heart leaping into his throat. For what felt like several minutes, he plummeted deeper into the darkness, the rushing wind roaring in his ears. Darkness swallowed him, and he closed his eyes, resigning himself to his fate.


    The air around him seemed to grow thick, and a strange sensation enveloped him. He wasn¡¯t falling anymore¡ªhe was floating. It was as if the air had caught him, wrapping around his body and slowing his descent. For a moment, Roy felt weightless, the fear that had gripped him loosening its hold. The rushing wind that had roared in his ears moments before was now a soft hum, and he felt an inexplicable calm wash over him. His descent slowed until he landed gently on the ground below. He opened his eyes, confusion washing over him. He wasn¡¯t dead.


    The darkness around him was thick, impenetrable, and the air felt heavy. The walls of the crevice were steep, and the ground was uneven, scattered with jagged rocks and twisted roots. He could hear the distant rumble of the worm above, its movements causing tremors to reverberate through the crevice.


    Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice echoed through the darkness, filling the entire space. "HERE YOU GO, YOUNG ONE."

 The Test

    "HERE YOU GO, YOUNG ONE," the voice boomed, resonating through the cavern.


    Roy spun around, trying to locate the source of the voice. Despite the fear tightening his chest, he called out, "Who are you? Show yourself! What do you want from me?" His voice shook, revealing the nervousness beneath his defiance.


    Suddenly, the dim cavern was filled with a bright light, forcing Roy to squint and adjust his eyes. His vision blurred for a moment as he struggled to adapt to the sudden brightness. The cave, now visible in its mysterious splendor, had only one exit¡ªa hole in the ceiling through which Roy had fallen. Yet, what was utterly unexpected was the sight that met his eyes within the cave. The ground was covered in lush grass, and at the center stood a magnificent tree, radiating an ethereal light. The tree was adorned with thousands of golden lights that blinked like stars on a clear night.


    The voice chuckled softly, its tone a mix of amusement and authority. "I AM THE HEAVENLY MONARCH, DO YOU SEEK POWER, ROY?"


    Roy''s eyes widened in shock. "How... How do you know my name?" he stammered, bewildered by the sudden mention of his identity.


    The Monarch let out a calm, almost condescending laugh. "I CAN READ THE MEMORIES OF SOMEONE LIKE YOU WITHOUT ANY STRUGGLE."


    Roy felt his heart skip a beat, his shock deepening.


    Monarch then continued, "WHY DO YOU SEEK POWER, YOUNG ONE?"


    Roy swallowed, unsure about the voice but decided to answer. His voice trembled slightly as he replied, "I... I want to be strong enough to protect the people I care about. I don''t want anyone else to suffer because I was too weak. I want to find my parents."


    Monarch let out a thoughtful hum, and Roy could almost feel it appraising him. "A NOBLE REASON, BUT WORDS ARE EASY, ROY. ACTIONS ARE WHAT MATTER. I CAN GIVE YOU THE POWER YOU SEEK, ROY. BUT IT WILL NOT BE GIVEN FREELY. I SHALL TEST YOU, AND ONLY IF YOU PROVE YOURSELF SHALL YOU RECEIVE MY LEGACY."


    Roy stood frozen, his face betraying a sense of shock. The mention of a ''legacy'' had hit him hard. He had heard tales of legacies back in the Demonic Blood Sect¡ªpowerful artifacts or ancient knowledge left behind by mighty cultivators, meant to transform the lives of those who found them. But to hear it here, now, and to realize that he was standing in front of such an opportunity¡ªit felt unreal, like a story from one of those whispered rumors come to life. It was one thing to hear about them in tales shared among the sect members, but to be standing here, facing such a trial himself, was beyond anything he could have imagined. The reality of it all left him momentarily speechless. He swallowed hard, pushing away the disbelief. "I will prove myself.""


    "YOUR TEST IS SIMPLE," the heavenly monarch declared, its commanding tone filling the air. "EACH ITEM REPRESENTS A CHALLENGE." he paused, and before Roy, three items appeared in a beam of light: a sword, a scale, and a candle, each resting on a pedestal of stone. The items were arranged in a semi-circle, their symbolic meaning clear as Roy stepped closer to examine them. "THE SWORD IS THE PATH OF COURAGE, A TRIAL OF STRENGTH AGAINST A FORMIDABLE FOE. THE SCALE IS THE PATH OF JUSTICE, WHERE YOU MUST BALANCE WHAT IS RIGHT OVER WHAT IS EASY. AND THE CANDLE... THE CANDLE WILL TEST YOUR SPIRIT, REQUIRING PATIENCE AND ENDURANCE. CHOOSE, AND YOU WILL BE TESTED ACCORDINGLY."


    Roy looked at each item carefully, then glanced back up at the unseen presence. "Why these three tests? What are you trying to teach me?"


    The Monarch seemed almost pleased by the question. "EACH TEST IS DESIGNED TO REVEAL WHO YOU ARE. POWER IS NOT ONE-DIMENSIONAL. TO BE TRULY STRONG, ONE MUST HAVE COURAGE, A SENSE OF JUSTICE, AND THE SPIRIT TO ENDURE. THERE IS NO RIGHT OR WRONG CHOICE HERE."


    Roy eyed each item carefully, his mind racing. The sword shimmered, its sharp edge glinting with power. The scale stood solemnly, promising a test of his moral compass. The candle, flickering in the breeze, seemed deceptively simple, yet Roy could sense it held a trial of a different kind¡ªa trial of resolve.


    He thought back to everything he had endured¡ªthe hardships of being enslaved by the Demonic Blood Sect, the constant struggle to stay alive, and Chris, his only friend. He needed strength, yes, but not normal strength, he wanted power unparalleled to others.. He needed to become someone who could protect others, who could make a difference, and perhaps one day take on those who had wronged him.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing. He wasn''t strong enough to fight anyone¡ªhe knew that. He was malnourished, his body weakened from years of mistreatment. The idea of a trial of strength seemed impossible. And as for judging others, he wasn''t anyone to pass judgment on others. He had made mistakes, had been powerless in many situations. His heart told him that the test of endurance would reveal the depths of his resolve and the only thing that is possible and suited him at the moment. Roy took a deep breath and stepped toward the candle.


    Monarch, now with a hint of approval, spoke again. "VERY WELL, YOUNG ONE. YOU HAVE CHOSEN THE PATH OF ENDURANCE. BE PREPARED, FOR THIS WILL TEST YOUR WILL TO THE LIMIT."


    The moment Roy touched the candle, the ground beneath him shifted. The lush green field disappeared, and he found himself in a narrow, darkened space. He was in a confined stone chamber, the air thick and heavy. The candle floated before him, its soft light barely enough to illuminate his surroundings.


    "YOUR TASK IS TO KEEP THIS CANDLE BURNING UNTIL THE END," Monarch''s voice echoed, fading slightly as if withdrawing. "THE FLAME IS DELICATE, AND THE WIND WILL TRY TO EXTINGUISH IT. YOUR ENDURANCE WILL BE TESTED NOT ONLY BY TIME, BUT BY YOUR WILLINGNESS TO STAY WITH THE FLAME. DO NOT LOSE HOPE."


    Suddenly, a cold wind began to blow through the chamber, swirling around Roy and making the candle''s flame flicker dangerously. Roy cupped his hands around the small flame, protecting it from the gusts. He knelt down, trying to use his body to shield it better. The wind increased, howling through the small chamber, and Roy could feel its chill biting into his skin.


    Hours seemed to pass, the wind relentless, the cold seeping deep into his bones. Roy¡¯s muscles ached from staying in the same position, his legs numb from kneeling on the hard stone. The temptation to give up crept into his mind. It would be so easy to let the flame die out, to let go and rest. He had already endured so much¡ªmaybe it was enough.


    But then he remembered Chris. He remembered the way his friend had smiled at him, even in his last moments, urging him to survive. He also remembered his parents¡ªmemories of their faces, though fading, still brought warmth to his heart. He had been taken away from them, and he had no idea where they were or if they were even alive. Roy clenched his jaw, tightening his grip around the fragile flame. He couldn''t give up¡ªnot now, not ever. He needed to be stronger, not just for himself but for those who had sacrificed everything for him.


    The Heavenly Monarch, observing Roy, could read every thought that passed through his mind. What the Monarch sought was not a mere display of strength, courage, justice or anything like that. He wanted to understand the true nature of the person before him¡ªwhat force drove them. He could read the memories of someone through their soul but he could not read the thoughts of someone. He was ancient, so old that concepts of right and wrong had long blurred for him. What the Monarch despised was senseless evil¡ªactions taken without reason or purpose. He wanted to know the driving force behind Roy''s actions and how far he was willing to push himself. The path of cultivation was unforgiving; gaining strength was not the hardest part, but staying on that path, enduring its challenges, and continuing forward required deep motivation. Without a worthy driving force, no one could reach the heights the Monarch envisioned.


    The wind grew fiercer, as if sensing Roy determination, trying to snuff out the tiny flame. Roy shifted, adjusting his body to block the gusts. He brought the candle closer to his chest, using his body as a shield. The heat from the flame burned his chest and fingers, but he ignored the pain, refusing to let go. His teeth chattered from the cold, and his vision blurred from exhaustion, but he held on. He would protect the light, no matter the cost.


    Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the wind began to subside. The howling echoes faded, and the chill in the air lessened. Roy''s body seemed to freeze, a bluish hue settling into his skin as the relentless cold had almost claimed him. He was on the verge of collapse, feeling as though he had nearly died. Yet, the flame steadied, burning brightly once more. Roy let out a shaky breath, his body trembling from fatigue, but his heart was filled with relief. He had done it¡ªhe had protected the light.


    Monarch voice returned, softer this time, almost reverent. "YOU HAVE SHOWN GREAT ENDURANCE, YOUNG ONE. YOU HAVE PROVEN THAT YOU POSSESS THE WILL TO PROTECT WHAT IS PRECIOUS, EVEN WHEN ALL SEEMS LOST." The Heavenly Monarch seemed pleased, a hint of satisfaction in his tone, as if this was exactly what he had hoped to see.


    The stone walls around him began to dissolve, and the cavern returned, the majestic tree once again standing before him. The test seemed simple at first glance, but considering that it was being taken by a nine-year-old boy, what Roy had accomplished was nothing short of remarkable, the monarch was deeply impressed.


    In the center, a figure began to materialize, forming from the swirling iridescent light until a man appeared¡ªa figure that seemed almost otherworldly, his form partially translucent, shifting like mist in the moonlight. He was cloaked in robes that shimmered like the night sky, adorned with intricate patterns of constellations that seemed to move across the fabric. His presence was ethereal, his eyes holding the depth of a thousand lifetimes. The Heavenly Monarch stood before Roy, his gaze both powerful and kind, exuding an aura of ancient wisdom.


    "YOU HAVE PASSED THE TEST, ROY," the Monarch said, his gaze meeting Roy''s. "POWER IS NOT ALWAYS ABOUT PHYSICAL STRENGTH. SOMETIMES, IT IS THE STRENGTH OF ONE''S WILL THAT MATTERS MOST. YOU HAVE DEMONSTRATED THIS TODAY.""


    Roy, exhausted but resolute, nodded.


    "WHAT HAPPENS NOW?" Roy asked, his voice barely a whisper.


    The Heavenly Monarch smiled faintly. "NOW, I SHALL BESTOW UPON YOU THE KNOWLEDGE AND POWER YOU SEEK, FOR YOU HAVE EARNED IT WITH YOUR HEART AND SPIRIT."

 The Awakening

    The Heavenly Monarch smiled faintly, his gaze warm but powerful. "NOW, I SHALL BESTOW UPON YOU THE KNOWLEDGE AND POWER YOU SEEK, FOR YOU HAVE EARNED IT WITH YOUR HEART AND SPIRIT." His words echoed in the cavern, resonating with authority, making the atmosphere feel heavier and more sacred.


    Roy''s eyes lit up, a spark of excitement reflecting his young age, and he asked eagerly, "So, what do I need to do next?" His voice, though eager, held an undertone of nervous anticipation. The possibility of gaining immense power was exhilarating, yet daunting.


    The Monarch''s deep voice filled the cave, carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "I WILL BESTOW UPON YOU A GIFT THAT WILL SERVE AS THE FOUNDATION OF YOUR STRENGTH. LET ME MAKE THIS CLEAR¡ªI CAN GIVE YOU ONLY ONE TECHNIQUE. IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO GAIN POWER AFTER THIS, IT WILL MEAN THAT YOU LACK THE DESTINY FOR GREATNESS. YOUR FUTURE DEPENDS ENTIRELY ON YOUR HARD WORK. THE TECHNIQUE I WILL TEACH YOU IS CALLED THE HEAVENLY ORIGIN QI TECHNIQUE. I CREATED IT MYSELF, AND IT IS ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL TECHNIQUES THAT EXISTS. AS YOU TRAIN, YOU WILL UNDERSTAND ITS VALUE, SO THERE IS NO NEED FOR ME TO EXPLAIN MORE NOW."


    Roy frowned slightly, his expression mixed with curiosity and slight disappointment. "Aren''t you teaching it to me right now?" he asked, his voice reflecting both impatience and hope. He wanted to begin immediately.


    The Monarch shook his head slowly, his ethereal form shifting slightly as he spoke. "YOUR BODY IS TOO WEAK RIGHT NOW. YOU NEED TO BE MUCH STRONGER THAN MOST TO HANDLE THIS TECHNIQUE, OR YOU WILL FACE DIRE CONSEQUENCES. BUT BEFORE WE DO ANYTHING ELSE, LET ME HEAL YOUR WOUNDS."


    Suddenly, a burst of light appeared around the Monarch, casting a radiant glow throughout the cave. Tiny glowing particles floated toward Roy, merging seamlessly with his body. In an instant, his injuries from falling into the cave vanished, as if they had never existed. His skin became whole again, and the pain that had plagued him since his fall disappeared entirely.


    Roy was left speechless by the rapid healing. ''How could this be? Didn¡¯t such healing require rare herbs or long recovery periods?'' he thought, bewildered. He marveled at the effortless way the Monarch had healed him, realizing just how powerful this being before him truly was.


    The Monarch''s voice interrupted his thoughts, bringing his focus back. "NOW, LET ME EXPLAIN THE NEXT STEP. AFTER I TEACH YOU THIS TECHNIQUE, I WILL TRANSFER MY SOUL INTO YOUR SOUL REALM SO THAT I CAN HEAL OVER TIME. DO YOU HAVE ANY OBJECTIONS TO THIS? IF YOU CHOOSE TO REJECT THIS OFFER, I WILL STILL IMPART THE TECHNIQUE TO YOU, BUT I WILL NEED TO REMAIN HERE AND WAIT UNTIL ANOTHER WORTHY PERSON ARRIVES. THIS COULD TAKE YEARS, OR EVEN DECADES. I ALREADY HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR A LONG TIME."


    Roy''s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A Soul Realm? Isn''t that something only a select few have in this country? How could I possibly have one?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. The idea seemed fantastical, beyond anything he had ever imagined. His limited understanding of cultivation told him that only the strongest cultivators could access such realms.


    The Monarch chuckled, his laughter carrying a hint of warmth. "MY YOUNG FRIEND, EVERYONE HAS A SOUL REALM. IT JUST BECOMES ACCESSIBLE AS YOU GROW STRONGER. HOWEVER, I HAVE GREAT KNOWLEDGE OF HUMAN SOUL REALMS, SO ENTERING YOURS IS SIMPLE FOR ME. BE WARNED, THOUGH¡ªTHIS PROCESS WILL BE EXTREMELY PAINFUL. I WILL ASK ONCE MORE: DO YOU WISH TO PROCEED?"


    Without hesitation, Roy replied, his voice resolute, "Yes, of course. You''ve already saved my life, so a bit of pain is nothing. Besides, I want to help you too. If there''s anything I can do to repay your kindness, I will do it." His eyes held a determined gleam, a testament to his bravery despite his young age.


    The Monarch nodded approvingly, his gaze softening. Despite Roy''s age, there was a remarkable maturity in his responses. Most children his age would have been overwhelmed, but Roy had faced numerous trials in his short life, which had forced him to grow up quickly. Yet, there was another reason for his composure¡ªRoy possessed a perfect memory. Everything he saw, heard, or experienced was etched into his mind forever, giving him an understanding far beyond his years. His resolve was unwavering, and the Monarch could sense the determination that lay within him. It was rare to see such determination in someone so young, and the Monarch found himself feeling a sense of admiration for the boy.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    The Monarch continued, his tone serious. "FIRST, I WILL INSTRUCT YOU IN THE CULTIVATION TECHNIQUE. BEFORE THAT, I MUST STRENGTHEN YOUR SOUL SO YOU CAN RETAIN THE ENTIRE TECHNIQUE IN YOUR SOUL. THERE IS NO WRITTEN RECORD OF THIS TECHNIQUE¡ªITS VALUE IS TOO GREAT. THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO LEARN IT. AFTERWARD, I WILL ENTER YOUR SOUL REALM, WHICH WILL CAUSE IMMENSE PAIN. AFTER TODAY, EVEN IF YOU FACE DEATH, I WILL NOT INTERVENE. I PLACE MY FATE IN YOUR HANDS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"


    Roy nodded firmly, his expression filled with determination. "I understand." There was no hesitation in his response. He knew the path he was about to embark on was filled with risks, but he had already made up his mind. He was willing to endure whatever hardships lay ahead if it meant gaining the power he needed.


    "GOOD. LET US BEGIN."


    The Monarch sent another wave of glowing particles toward Roy, which merged with a blob of pulsing energy within Roy which was his soul. Roy felt his soul being fortified, growing stronger¡ªa remarkable experience for someone his age. Warmth spread through his being, filling him with an indescribable sensation as the Monarch''s energy fused with his soul. The energy felt comforting, like a gentle embrace, yet powerful enough to remind Roy of the magnitude of what he was undertaking. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt¡ªsimultaneously overwhelming and reassuring.


    "YOUR SOUL IS NOW STRONGER THAN BEFORE. COME AND SIT BEFORE ME. I WILL IMPRINT THE CULTIVATION TECHNIQUE INTO YOUR VERY SOUL. THIS PROCESS WILL NOT BE PAINFUL, BUT IT WILL TAKE TWO FULL DAYS. ARE YOU READY?"


    Roy nodded once more, his eyes unwavering. "I am ready." His voice was steady, his heart filled with anticipation. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, yet he welcomed it. He was ready to take the next step, no matter what it entailed.


    For two days, Roy sat before the Monarch, feeling the steady flow of knowledge being etched into his soul. It was as though the words were carved directly into his essence¡ªglowing, burning, until they became part of him. He could feel the energy vibrating within him, each word searing into his soul like an indelible mark. As the process neared completion, the glowing inscriptions gradually faded away, but their profound effect remained imprinted on his soul. The Heavenly Origin Qi Technique took root within him, leaving a lasting mark. His body felt heavy, his mind overwhelmed by the sheer depth of the knowledge that had been imparted to him.


    During those two days, Roy experienced moments where the strain became almost unbearable. His young body ached from sitting still for so long, his muscles stiff and his mind fatigued. Yet, he never wavered. He knew that what he was enduring now would pave the way for his future strength. The Monarch watched silently, impressed by Roy''s unwavering determination. There was no doubt in his mind that this boy had the potential to achieve greatness.


    Finally, after two days, Roy opened his eyes, his body aching from sitting still for so long. "Is it done?" he asked, his voice hoarse. His throat felt dry, and his entire body ached, but there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.


    The Monarch nodded, a faint smile appearing on his lips. "YES, IT IS COMPLETE." His voice held a note of approval, as if he were genuinely proud of Roy for making it through the grueling process.


    Roy let out a deep breath, feeling both relieved and excited. His mind was filled with the knowledge of the Heavenly Origin Qi Technique, and he could feel its power within him. "Fuu," he sighed, a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. The strain of the last two days had been immense, but it had been worth it.


    The Monarch gestured toward the tree. "THERE IS A RING AT THE BASE OF THE TREE. TAKE IT BEFORE YOU LEAVE AND KEEP IT SAFE. NOW THAT YOU HAVE THE TECHNIQUE, I WILL ENTER YOUR SOUL REALM. BE READY."


    Roy nodded again, steeling himself for what was to come. "I am." He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the next step. He knew it was going to be painful, but he was ready to endure whatever was necessary.


    The Monarch''s ethereal form began to disintegrate, transforming into delicate threads of light that spiraled together. The strands of light wove around each other, creating an intricate pattern as they condensed into a glowing orb. The orb hovered momentarily before flying into Roy''s chest, initiating a profound connection between them.

 The Pain and a New Start

    As the Monarch''s soul entered Roy''s body, the young man fell to the ground, writhing in excruciating pain. It was an indescribable torment that coursed through every nerve in his body. His eyes bulged, veins popped, and he clutched his head, almost on the verge of losing consciousness. Unbeknownst to him, losing consciousness at this point would be fatal. He felt as if his very essence was being torn apart and rebuilt simultaneously.


    "Noooooooo," Roy screamed, the pain driving him to the edge. He bit his lip hard, drawing blood, using the pain to keep himself awake. He feared that something might go terribly wrong if he lost consciousness, and his determination pushed him to endure the unbearable suffering. He forced himself to focus on anything but the pain¡ªhis dreams, his desires, the people he wanted to protect. His mind was a battlefield, waging war against the overwhelming agony.


    For what felt like an eternity, Roy writhed on the ground, his screams filling the cave. The echoes of his pain bounced back from the cave walls, making it seem as though countless others were suffering alongside him. His entire body convulsed as the energy of the Heavenly Monarch melded with his soul, a force far greater than anything he had ever experienced.


    One hour later


    Finally, the torment began to subside, leaving Roy gasping for breath. He was still on the ground, trembling, barely conscious, his body drenched in sweat. The mental and physical exhaustion had taken a toll on him, and every muscle in his body ached from the relentless ordeal. His eyes were bloodshot, and his lips cracked from the strain, but there was still a spark of life in his gaze.


    After five hours


    ¡°YOU HAVE DONE WELL, YOUNG ONE,¡± the Monarch¡¯s voice echoed within Roy¡¯s mind, gentler now, almost approving. ¡°THIS CONNECTION WILL HELP US BOTH. YOUR JOURNEY HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN. SEEK OUT THE TEMPLE OF THE ANCIENTS WHEN YOU HAVE REACHED THE PEAK OF THIS WORLD. THERE YOU WILL FIND ANSWERS AND ALLIES.¡±


    "Argh," Roy groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. His body ached all over, and he felt like he had been through a harrowing ordeal. It took him some time to gather his strength and sit up. He winced as he moved, every joint protesting, but there was also a new sensation¡ªa faint warmth deep inside, like a flickering ember that had been lit within him.


    "Hehe, I got my chance that I always wanted," Roy murmured to himself, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. Despite the overwhelming exhaustion, there was hope now¡ªa hope that had not existed before. He had always dreamed of breaking free from the chains that bound him, and now, it felt like the first step had been taken.


    "I need to organize my thoughts first," he thought as he contemplated his next steps. The cavern was dimly lit by the ethereal glow of the tree at its center, its leaves still shimmering with the soft golden light. Roy took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm settle over him. He needed to plan, to focus on what came next.


    First and foremost, he had to get out of the cave, but before that, he remembered the Monarch''s request.


    "Let¡¯s get the ring my master asked me to retrieve." Roy considered the Monarch his master in his heart and started referring to him as such, a sign of the deep respect he now held.


    He approached the tree in the center of the cave. On the tree trunk, he noticed a natural hole. He reached inside and retrieved an object, cradling it in his hand. The bark of the tree was smooth, and the hole seemed almost perfectly shaped, as though it had been waiting for someone like him.


    Opening his hand, he examined the ring. It was a translucent black ring with light blue engraved characters on the outside. The engravings seemed to glow faintly, like they were alive with hidden energy.


    "Mmmm, it looks quite beautiful," Roy remarked. He could feel a faint resonance from the ring, as though it held secrets that he had yet to uncover. He turned it in his hand, examining the intricate details of the characters etched into its surface. Each symbol seemed to pulsate with an energy of its own, drawing him in.


    Using a black thread from his pocket, he fashioned the ring into a locket and wore it around his neck. His shirt had been torn apart during his fight and fall, so he discarded it, wearing only his black pants. Despite his lean frame, he felt a newfound sense of strength coursing through him. He could feel the power within, slowly spreading, like a seed that had just been planted. Well, all of this was just his imagination as he felt stronger because of his soul, not his body actually becoming strong.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    "I am thirsty," Roy noted, realizing his need for water. However, there was no apparent source of water in the cave, and he needed to find a way out first. His throat felt dry, and he licked his cracked lips, trying to ignore the discomfort. He glanced around the cavern, hoping to spot something that could help.


    He began searching for an exit, but despite his efforts, he couldn''t locate one. He knew there was a hole in the ceiling, and he was determined to climb it, even if it meant scaling a few kilometers. However, he had no way of reaching that hole in the first place. Frustrated, he sat down with his back against the tree trunk, closing his eyes for a moment. He needed to think, to find a solution to the challenge before him.


    After some time, Roy gazed up at the tree, its leaves providing the source of light in the cave. He noticed something peculiar¡ªmany of the leaves had golden lights blinking at their tips. The shimmering glow captivated his attention, and curiosity piqued, Roy climbed the tree, a challenging feat given his body''s recent ordeals. His soul was strong now, and his body was healed, but he was still malnourished, and each movement made his muscles protest. It was a slow climb, but he refused to give up.


    Upon reaching the branches, he closely examined the lights and touched one. To his surprise, the light transformed into a droplet of liquid that dripped down onto his hand. Without hesitation, Roy brought his hand to his mouth and drank the drop. The moment the liquid touched his tongue, a warmth spread through his body, and he felt an immediate surge of energy. It was as though the liquid replenished not just his thirst, but his entire being.


    "Wooshhh," a gust of wind emanated from his body as his energy was replenished. It felt as though every cell in his body had been revitalized, the exhaustion fading away to be replaced with a powerful vitality.


    "Aahahaha. This is amazing. I no longer feel hungry, nor do I feel thirsty," Roy exclaimed, realizing the significance of this newfound discovery. He felt an overwhelming sense of relief and exhilaration, as though he had just stumbled upon a secret treasure.


    The sparkling lights on the tree''s leaves seemed to provide sustenance, relieving him of his need for food and water. It was an incredible discovery¡ªone that made his situation feel much less dire. He couldn''t help but marvel at the wonder of the place he found himself in.


    "This is a heaven-sent gift, or rather, a gift from my master to his student," Roy mused. His gratitude toward the Heavenly Monarch deepened even further, and he realized just how fortunate he was to have been given this chance. Not only had he been gifted immense power, but also a seemingly magical that could sustain him without any external help.


    He had an idea and retrieved a vial from his bag, which had fallen alongside him but got separated during the fall. He found the bag in the cave while searching for the exit.


    "Let''s get to work," Roy murmured to himself, determination setting in as he climbed the tree once again, carefully collecting the golden droplets that had become his salvation.


    After a few hours


    Roy sat on the ground, a broad smile on his face, as he held a vial filled with around a thousand drops of the sparkling liquid. It was a shame he didn''t have more vials, but this was a substantial find. The golden liquid glimmered within the vial, almost like molten sunlight, and Roy could feel its energy just by holding it.


    He carefully placed the vial in his pocket, aware of its incredible value. He knew that what he held in his hands was something extraordinary, something that could potentially save his life in dire situations.


    "Now, how to get out of here?" Roy pondered, his gaze shifting to the cavern ceiling far above. He was deep in thought, considering the challenges of climbing out of the crevice, which could prove to be a perilous endeavor. The distance seemed impossible to cover with his current physical state.


    Suddenly, he heard a voice in his mind¡ªthe familiar voice of the Heavenly Monarch.


    "DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD LEAVE YOU STRANDED HERE?"


    A portal materialized before him, a mesmerizing whirlpool of darkness that seemed to draw in all the surrounding light. At its center, a profound blackness beckoned, promising an adventure beyond imagination. The very edges of the portal emitted a radiant, golden mist, a shimmering aura that hinted at untold secrets waiting to be uncovered.


    It was as though the portal itself held the essence of a cosmic doorway, connecting different realms and dimensions. The spiraling abyss at its heart whispered of ancient mysteries and uncharted territories. Roy could feel the portal''s gravitational pull, tugging at his very soul, urging him to take the step into the unknown.


    With a mix of curiosity and exhilaration, Roy took the first step into the enigmatic vortex, his surroundings dissolving around him as he entered the portal''s embrace. His senses were overwhelmed by the sudden shift¡ªthe sensation of his body being stretched and compressed simultaneously, as if the fabric of reality itself was folding around him.


    Unbeknownst to him, the cave he left behind vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed, leaving Roy to embark on a fantastical journey into uncharted lands and realms.

 Training Start

    Around 10,000 kilometers away, a portal materialized seemingly out of thin air. From within the mystic gateway, Roy emerged, greeted by a sudden and unexpected deluge of water that left him utterly drenched, causing him to instinctively shut his eyes tight. The sensation of cold water soaking him head to toe jolted his senses awake, making him fully aware of his surroundings.


    "Have I ventured somewhere dangerous?" Roy thought as he opened his eyes again. What unfolded before him was not a scene of danger, but one of sheer wonder and amazement.


    As the portal dissolved into nothingness, the world revealed itself, leaving Roy in awe. Before him sprawled an enchanting and captivating landscape, a place of unparalleled beauty and natural grandeur. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of damp earth and fresh foliage, and he couldn''t help but marvel at his surroundings.


    Massive, ancient trees, while scattered, allowed dappled sunlight to filter through their leaves, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The interplay of light and shadow made the forest look almost magical, as if it belonged to another world. The greenery seemed vibrant, alive with energy. However, what truly captured Roy''s attention was the overpowering sound that emanated from his right.


    Turning in that direction, Roy saw a breathtaking sight. A massive waterfall cascaded down from a towering, dark cliff, which seemed almost otherworldly as it shimmered in the sunlight. The cliff appeared endless, its peak obscured by mist, as if touching the sky itself. The waterfall spread out gracefully, the shimmering water glistening like liquid crystal as it fell. The scene exuded an aura of mysticism, leaving Roy in awe. He marveled at its height and grandeur, feeling a sense of humility in the presence of such natural, almost ethereal beauty.


    Flowing from the base of the waterfall, a river surged with wild and untamed energy, its waters crashing and splashing in all directions. Though the sun shone brightly, the presence of countless water droplets and a delicate mist imparted an illusion of perpetual cloudiness near the waterfall. Rainbows appeared and disappeared amidst the mist, adding to the magical allure of the place.


    Roy stood at a safe distance, approximately half a kilometer from the majestic waterfall. Yet, even from this vantage point, the influence of the waterfall on the immediate environment was undeniable. The sheer force of the water created a constant breeze, the mist dampening the ground around him.


    "I need to figure out what to do next," Roy considered, his eyes drawn to the enticing river. He found a sturdy rock on which to sit and ponder his course of action. His body was still aching, the remnants of his previous ordeal lingering, but he had to remain focused.


    As he reviewed the instructions that his Master had provided before the actual chapters of the Heavenly Origin Qi Cultivation Technique, Roy allowed himself to be captivated by the extraordinary scenery that surrounded him. There was something calming about the sound of rushing water, the freshness of the air, and the warmth of the sun on his skin. It was the perfect place for contemplation.


    "This technique is supposed to be really powerful, but my body needs to be stronger than a normal human''s or it''ll fall apart. Master said I should do Bone and Muscle Forging at least twice, but it''s up to me," he muttered, knowing full well that this was no ordinary path he had chosen.


    Roy thought about the three realms of cultivation: Bone Forging, Muscle Forging, and Qi Cultivation. The human body isn''t naturally strong enough to handle aura, the energy used in cultivation, so bones and muscles need to be reinforced using the aura already present in the body.


    Aura is the energy cultivators use, but it used to be called Qi thousands of years ago. Not everyone can cultivate¡ªonly those who can sense and move aura in their bodies. Since the human body is weak, it needs to be tempered first. Only then can someone start absorbing aura from the surroundings.


    Roy thought about his situation and decided, "Most people start Qi Cultivation after one round of tempering, but I need more. I¡¯ll at least strengthen my bones before leaving here. If Master chose this place, it must be safe enough." He felt reassured by the thought that the Heavenly Monarch had chosen this place for him.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Roy''s decision showed a maturity beyond his years, shaped by his perfect memory. He remembered everything since birth, which, along with his tough early life and years of slavery, made him grow up fast and develop a strong will.


    Determined to move forward, Roy rose to his feet and began his search for the perfect training spot, one far removed from potential distractions. Fortunately, thanks to the miraculous golden liquid he had discovered, the need for food or water was no longer a concern. The thought of being free from such basic needs gave him a sense of liberation. He could focus entirely on his training.


    With his sights set on the colossal waterfall, Roy started his journey, hoping to find an ideal location for his training. As he ventured closer to the cascading waters, the intensity of the splashes grew, forcing him to maintain a safe distance from the tumultuous river. The sound of the water was almost deafening now, but it only fueled his determination.


    "I need to set up a base camp close by," he mused as he continued to explore the breathtaking surroundings. He knew he would need a place to rest and recover between his training sessions, somewhere secluded yet close enough to the waterfall to utilize its resources.


    Roy looked around the base of the cliff for hours but found nothing suitable. Exhausted, he decided to rest under a huge tree, leaning against its massive trunk. The sound of rustling leaves was soothing, contrasting with the roaring waterfall.


    The trees in this extraordinary place were colossal, some with roots that jutted out from the earth, creating hollow chambers beneath them. The tree he had chosen was one such titan. Its roots formed a natural shelter, providing a sense of security that Roy found comforting.


    As he settled into his resting place, Roy noticed that the tree''s interior was hollow. It seemed like the perfect hideaway, concealing him from prying eyes should anyone chance upon this remarkable location. He cautiously ventured inside, his eyes adjusting to the dimness.


    Roy ventured into the hollow interior of the tree, his small and agile body easily fitting within the space. He took a moment to arrange the dirt-covered floor, making it more comfortable for his repose. However, as he settled in, the ground suddenly gave way beneath him, and he plummeted ten feet below.


    "Why does it seem like I''m always falling?" Roy grumbled, a trace of frustration in his voice. He let out an exasperated sigh, brushing the dirt from his clothes. It felt as though the universe was playing a game with him, constantly challenging his endurance.


    Despite the fall, Roy remained unscathed and found himself in a tunnel that stretched deeper underground. The tunnel twisted and turned, and after a brief ten-minute journey, he arrived in a cave concealed behind the roaring waterfall. The sound of the water was even louder here, reverberating through the cavernous space.


    "Looks like there''s a cave behind the waterfall. I need to be careful¡ªgetting too close to the waterfall could be dangerous. But this place is perfect for training. With 1,000 golden liquid drops at my disposal, I won''t need to leave in search of food or water," Roy said, his eyes gleaming with determination. He could feel that this secluded cave would be the perfect haven for him to forge his body.


    The cave was spacious, with natural rock formations and a smooth, cool floor. The constant mist from the waterfall seeped in, keeping the air damp and cool. It felt like an ideal environment for his rigorous training regimen. Roy examined the cave, noting its features and strategizing on how he could best use the space.


    Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Roy trained diligently in the cave. Each day was grueling, his body pushed to its limits as he undertook the physical training and Bone Forging. He cultivated near the waterfall as it was mentioned in the heavenly origin qi technique.


    The physical training was brutal¡ªhe used the rocks in the cave as makeshift weights, lifting them repeatedly until his muscles burned and ached. He performed exercises to harden his body. Every day was a test of endurance, but with each passing day, Roy could feel his body growing stronger.


    Roy''s main goal was to reach the Muscle Forging realm before leaving. He was determined to use this opportunity to get stronger, pushing his body until it could handle the power of aura. He practiced guiding aura through his body, carefully refining his control over it. Each drop of the golden liquid he drank provided him with the energy he needed to continue, and the cave had become his sanctuary.


    The days were filled with hard work, but there were moments of solace too. At night, Roy would sit by the entrance of the cave, watching the moonlight glint off the waterfall and the river beyond. The sight was mesmerizing, a reminder of the beauty of the world he had been given a second chance to explore. During these quiet moments, he thought of the Heavenly Monarch, the person who had given him this opportunity, and felt a sense of gratitude.


    Two Years Later

 PROGRESS

    Huff! Huff! Huff!


    Nine hundred ninety-eight. Nine hundred ninety-nine. One thousand.


    Huff.


    Roy had just completed 1,000 handstand pushups, each performed with rocks strapped to his back. With a powerful release of air, he stood up and removed the heavy rocks.


    As the stones fell away, Roy''s now-sculpted body was revealed. At just 11 years old, he stood at 5.4 feet tall, an imposing figure that defied his age. His body was a testament to his unwavering dedication to training, each muscle fiber pronounced and visible. Roy''s physique was both lean and powerful, a model of perfection in height, weight, and build. His bright red eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire.


    The constant background noise of the roaring waterfall echoed through the cave, a sound that had become a comforting part of Roy''s daily routine. It was a reminder of the harsh environment in which he had grown stronger¡ªan ever-present testament to his perseverance. The cave walls seemed to vibrate in response to the unyielding crash of water, a rhythm that matched the beat of Roy¡¯s heart.


    The transformation was the result of two factors: the golden liquid that had nourished him and his unwavering dedication to cultivation. Roy was currently at the 6th layer of Bone Forging, a realm he had reached after tempering his bones for the third time.


    "I thought twice was enough, but looking at the results, I''m glad I chose to undergo a third round of bone forging," Roy mused, his voice barely audible over the roar of the falls.


    "Let''s head outside for something to eat."


    Roy had halted the use of the golden liquid a few months ago, conserving it for potential future needs. He also desired to gain combat experience during hunting, not wanting all his newfound strength to go to waste.


    Exiting the cave through the tunnel that led behind the waterfall, Roy was greeted by the rush of cool mist from the cascading water. The sunlight filtered through the water droplets, creating fleeting rainbows that danced in the air. The roar of the waterfall was deafening, and Roy could feel its power resonate within him. He proceeded to take a bath in the shallow pool near the waterfall, letting the icy water wash away the sweat and grime from his training. The sensation was invigorating, his muscles relaxing under the cold touch of the water.


    He then donned his tattered pants; his shirt had long since been reduced to rags back in the legacy cave. The transformation was astounding, and he appeared magnificent. The sunlight glinted off his skin, highlighting the contours of his muscles, each one a testament to the grueling training he had endured.


    "Let''s see which way I should go today," Roy said, selecting a small rock to toss upward. The sound of the waterfall continued to roar behind him, a constant reminder of the power of nature. Having explored an approximately 20-kilometer radius in all directions from the waterfall, except for the perilous climb to the waterfall itself, he had yet to venture in that direction.


    The stone he threw landed to the east. "East it is."


    Today''s goal was to explore an area extending 50 kilometers in that direction. Roy set off on a sprint, his Bone Forging abilities enhancing his speed. The forest blurred around him, the rustling leaves and distant calls of wildlife blending into the background. Within half an hour, he had covered 20 kilometers.


    "From this point onward, everything is uncharted territory," Roy noted as he slowed down, keen to take in his surroundings. The forest here was dense, the trees towering above, their leaves creating a thick canopy that filtered the sunlight into soft, dappled patches on the forest floor. The air was filled with the scent of damp earth and fresh foliage, a reminder of the untamed wilderness he was venturing into.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    Along the way, he encountered several small creatures and animals, but he paid them no heed, as they posed no challenge to him. Only Rank One beasts were beneath his notice, and it would take a Rank Two beast to present a genuine threat. Roy was well aware that he was still no match for Rank Three creatures.


    After covering an additional 10 kilometers, he halted, watching as a deer came into view. His hunger growing, he decided to hunt it for a plentiful meal.


    As he approached the deer, Roy waited for several minutes, observing the surroundings. The sound of the wind rustling through the trees and the distant call of birds added to the sense of anticipation. But when nothing occurred within that time, he prepared to make his move. However, before he left the bushes, his instincts kicked in, and he noticed a pitch-black wolf pouncing from the shadows, ready to attack the deer.


    "Thank goodness I decided to wait." The sound of the wolf''s silent movement had been nearly imperceptible, but Roy''s sharpened senses had picked it up just in time.


    He knew the danger all too well, having survived a similar encounter during his first hunt. An unexpected ambush had nearly cost him his life, and he had since become vigilant.


    "This hunt just got a lot more challenging. That''s an Abyss Wolf, a peak Rank Two beast. It possesses stealthy, assassin-like qualities, allowing it to approach without notice." The growl of the wolf, low and menacing, cut through the natural forest sounds, sending a chill down Roy''s spine.


    Despite the peril, a broad smile graced Roy''s face; he was thrilled about the prospect of his most dangerous challenge yet. The adrenaline coursed through him, his senses heightened, every sound and movement around him suddenly more vivid.


    Emerging from the bushes, he and the wolf locked eyes, the latter growling menacingly. The air was thick with tension, the only sounds being the steady growl of the wolf and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.


    Roy had no formal fighting techniques; everything he had learned had been through the act of hunting and killing creatures. Their tense standoff continued for a few moments, neither side making a move. The sound of the forest seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the heartbeat of the confrontation. It was only after a brief silence that the wolf decided to take action, charging at Roy.


    Roy was fully prepared for this encounter, clutching a handful of dirt in his grip. The wolf closed in, its eyes fixed on Roy''s throat, intent on ripping into it. As the beast was just two steps away, Roy flung the dirt into its eyes, momentarily blinding the creature. Seizing the opportunity, Roy leaped into the air.


    He soared for more than ten feet, his body a blur as he descended with incredible speed. His hands formed into fists, and he struck the wolf''s back with devastating force. The impact sent shockwaves through the wolf''s body, the ground nearby collapsing from the sheer force of the blow. The dull thud of the impact echoed through the forest, followed by the wolf''s pained howl.


    The wolf howled in pain, its body wracked with internal injuries, the most severe being a significant injury to its spine. Remarkably, the spine remained unbroken, demonstrating the incredible strength of a peak Rank Two beast.


    Injured but not defeated, the wolf turned to retaliate. Its claws posed a threat even in this weakened state, but its speed was notably reduced. Roy dodged its attacks with ease, his agility proving superior. The sound of claws swiping through the air and Roy''s quick steps created a tense rhythm, a dance of life and death. After a few more rounds of dodging and countering, the wolf had slowed considerably due to its injuries, giving Roy the chance to strike its spine again multiple times. Eventually, the wolf succumbed to its injuries, falling still. Roy had triumphed over a formidable opponent.


    "My strength might be a bit lower than his, but his injured spine gave me the advantage. To make the most of my power, I need two things: a weapon and some fighting techniques." Roy spoke aloud, his voice filled with determination, the echoes fading into the vastness of the forest.


    While he had the capability to defeat these formidable monsters, the process was inefficient without a weapon. A weapon, combined with fighting techniques, would provide a much-needed edge.


    GROWL!


    Breaking free from his thoughts, Roy broke the wolf''s neck to ensure it was fully lifeless before beginning to skin the wolf and prepare a meal. The smell of raw meat mixed with the earthy aroma of the forest, a reminder of his primal existence. Two hours later, he had enjoyed a delicious feast, although it lacked seasoning. As night fell, the forest around him seemed to come alive, the distant calls of nocturnal creatures filling the air. He decided to rest where he was, resuming his exploration come morning. He climbed a tree with sturdy branches, the leaves rustling gently in the wind, and fell asleep there, the sound of nature providing a comforting lullaby.

 An Unexpected Fight

    After waking up early, Roy continued his journey, far exceeding the intended 50-kilometer radius and traveling an impressive 500 kilometers over the next three days. During his travels, he encountered numerous Rank Two beasts, leaving him to reflect on the need for proper fighting techniques. Despite having nearly the same strength as peak Rank Two beasts, he often relied on unconventional tactics to secure his victories. Roy possessed knowledge of techniques used by practitioners from the Demonic Blood Sect, but his interactions were primarily with lower-level foes, so he hadn''t acquired anything particularly valuable in terms of combat skills.


    The landscape in this new part of the jungle was markedly different, with smaller trees replacing the massive ones near the waterfall. However, his journey eventually led him to a cliff, which provided a stunning view of a city located several kilometers below, encircled by massive protective walls. The sight of the city filled Roy with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. This was his first real chance to explore a settlement after his long training in the wilderness.


    Roy felt excitement at the prospect of visiting the city, but he was acutely aware of his disheveled appearance¡ªstill shirtless and wearing tattered pants. He knew he couldn''t stroll into the city looking like this, so he decided to first acquire appropriate attire. He planned to hunt for a suitable animal and fashion clothes from its hide or find discarded fabric on the outskirts of the city.


    As he descended the nearly 100-meter-high cliff with ease thanks to his extraordinary body strength, he overheard voices coming from his left. Roy''s curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to investigate.


    The voices grew louder as he approached, carrying hints of hostility. As he drew closer, Roy discovered three older children bullying a smaller boy who appeared to be about his age, approximately nine or ten years old. These bullies seemed to have reached the 9th stage of Bone Tempering, while the younger boy appeared to be without any cultivation. The tension in the air was palpable, the expressions on the bullies'' faces filled with malice.


    "It''s better if you just give me your swords. You don''t have any use for them," the largest of the bullies, who seemed to be their leader, declared. He was around 13 or 14 years old, his voice dripping with arrogance.


    Clutching his two swords, which were notably too large for his size, the young boy fervently replied, "No matter what you say, these swords are the last memories I have of my father." His voice trembled slightly, but his determination was evident. He held the swords as if they were a part of his very soul, refusing to let them go.


    The leader callously responded, "Your old man has been dead for two years now. He can''t save you, even if we have to take those swords by force. Frank, take care of him." Hearing this command, one of the bullies, Frank, advanced toward the young boy, cracking his knuckles with a menacing grin.


    Roy decided to watch the situation unfold and leaped onto a nearby tree. He calmly began eating an apple he had found earlier, his eyes never leaving the scene below. He was curious about how the young boy would handle the situation, and if things escalated, he was ready to step in.


    As the confrontation continued, Frank charged at the smaller boy, throwing a punch directed at the child''s chin. However, the young boy displayed a surprising level of skill. In a swift motion, he dropped one of his swords onto the ground and unsheathed the other, using it to parry Frank''s incoming attack. With a well-timed and precise counter, he struck Frank''s exposed hand with his sword.


    "Arghh!" Frank recoiled in pain, clutching his injured hand and breathing a sigh of relief that the young boy lacked cultivation, which had spared him from a more grievous wound. Frank couldn''t help but be impressed by the young boy''s quick reactions and resourcefulness. The young boy''s eyes were filled with determination, his focus unwavering.


    Roy continued to observe the battle, impressed by the young boy''s exceptional focus. Despite his lack of physical strength, the boy''s intense concentration allowed him to react swiftly and effectively to his opponents. As he wielded the sword, he managed to inflict injuries on the bullies, demonstrating a remarkable level of skill and dedication to the fight. Each movement of the young boy was calculated, his small frame darting back and forth with surprising agility.


    Frank attempted to strike the boy with more punches, but the outcome was the same. The young boy''s composure and resourceful swordsmanship allowed him to deflect the attacks and even retaliate with precision. He moved with a fluid grace, his feet shifting seamlessly as he parried and countered, each movement an extension of his will to protect the swords.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    The other bullies were utterly astounded. How could a non-cultivator hold his own against someone in the 9th stage of Bone Tempering? They exchanged nervous glances, their confidence wavering. Roy had his own thoughts on the matter.


    "I was mistaken earlier. His true strength isn''t solely his focus or having a weapon," Roy contemplated. "His main advantage lies in his impressive swordsmanship. He moves like flowing water, displaying remarkable flexibility." Roy couldn''t help but admire the young boy''s skills and determination. His graceful movements were a testament to the power of focused training and the mastery of a craft. Roy recognized a kindred spirit in this boy, one who had honed his abilities through practice and dedication.


    Despite the boy''s impressive display, eventually, the other bully joined Frank, overwhelming the young boy. The relentless assault resulted in the child falling to the ground, unable to rise due to his injuries. The boy''s face was etched with pain, but there was still a flicker of defiance in his eyes.


    "I told you to give me those swords. They''ll serve me well in the future," the leader of the bullies insisted, while the young boy felt the weight of having failed to protect his father''s swords. His fingers loosened around the hilts, his strength fading as the pain took its toll on him.


    With his hope dwindling, the young boy gritted his teeth, whispering, "I am sorry, Dad." His voice was filled with regret, tears welling up in his eyes. He had fought with everything he had, but it hadn''t been enough.


    In this vulnerable moment, he suddenly heard a voice calling out, "What are you guys doing, ganging up on a single person like this?" The voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority that made the bullies hesitate.


    The leader was taken aback by the unexpected intervention. He turned to face Roy, his eyes narrowing. "Who the hell are you? Get out of here, or it won''t be good for you," he warned, trying to sound intimidating. But there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, as if he sensed that Roy was not someone to be trifled with.


    Unyielding, Roy remained in place, his gaze fixed on the bullies. He finished his apple and tossed the core aside, a confident smirk playing on his lips. The tension in the air grew thicker, the bullies'' unease evident.


    "Frank, Brant, deal with him," the leader commanded, though his voice wavered slightly.


    Frank and Brant moved to attack Roy. As Frank aimed a punch at Roy''s face, Brant prepared to strike him with a kick from behind. Roy leaped into the air in a highly unusual manner, positioned horizontally between Frank''s punch and Brant''s kick. He punched Frank and kicked Brant while still airborne, landing gracefully on his feet in a matter of seconds. The sheer speed and precision of his movements left the bullies stunned.


    In the span of just three seconds, Roy executed this incredible series of movements, leaving both Frank and Brant clutching their stomachs in agony. Their groans of pain echoed through the clearing, and the young boy on the ground watched in awe, his eyes wide with disbelief.


    The leader was left in shock, his jaw nearly touching the ground. He had never seen anyone move like that, let alone someone who looked about his age. Finally, Roy spoke, his voice calm but firm, "Leave, and don''t come back." There was an unmistakable authority in his tone, one that made it clear he wasn''t making a suggestion.


    The leader, now stammering, helped Frank and Brant to their feet and quickly led them away. The three bullies disappeared into the forest, their confidence shattered. The young boy watched them go, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over him.


    Turning his attention to the injured young boy still on the ground, Roy approached him. The boy looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity. With a warm smile, Roy extended a hand for assistance, saying, "Hi, my name is Roy. Hehe." There was a lightheartedness in his voice, a stark contrast to the intensity of the fight that had just taken place.


    The young boy hesitated for a moment before taking Roy''s hand. As Roy helped him to his feet, the boy winced in pain, his injuries evident. "Thank you," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He clutched the swords tightly, his grip firm despite his weakened state.


    Roy nodded, his expression softening. "You fought well. Those swords must be really important to you." He glanced at the weapons, noting the care with which the boy held them.


    The young boy nodded, his eyes misting over. "They were my father''s. He taught me how to use them before he passed away. I... I couldn''t let them take them." His voice broke slightly, the weight of his emotions evident.


    Roy placed a reassuring hand on the boy''s shoulder. "You did your best, and you protected them. Your father would be proud." His words were sincere, and the young boy looked up at him, a flicker of hope returning to his eyes.


    "Come on," Roy said, his tone cheerful. "Let''s get you patched up. You can tell me more about your father and those swords while we walk." He gestured toward the direction of the city, the towering walls visible in the distance.


    The young boy nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. Together, they began making their way toward the city, the sounds of the forest slowly fading into the background. For the first time in a long while, the young boy felt a sense of hope¡ªhope that he wasn''t alone, and that maybe, just maybe, he had found an ally in Roy.


    As they walked, Roy couldn''t help but feel a sense of purpose. This was just the beginning of his journey, and he knew that the road ahead would be filled with challenges. But with his newfound companion by his side, he was ready to face whatever came their way.

 Bonding

    The night had fallen by the time Roy and Kevin settled in the small clearing. The sounds of the jungle at night were different¡ªfilled with the chirping of insects, rustling leaves, and distant animal calls. The forest seemed alive, almost breathing alongside them, as they sat by a small fire they had built for warmth.


    Kevin shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that didn''t aggravate his injuries. Roy noticed, frowning slightly as he tossed another branch into the fire, the flames crackling as they danced up into the dark sky.


    "How are you feeling?" Roy asked, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. Kevin looked up, his eyes reflecting the light of the flames.


    "I''ll be fine," Kevin said, trying to sound strong, but there was a slight tremble in his voice that gave away his exhaustion.


    Roy nodded, looking into the fire thoughtfully. He had seen that look before¡ªthe determination to appear strong, to pretend that everything was okay even when it wasn''t. It was something he had done countless times himself.


    "You know," Roy said after a moment, "you don''t always have to pretend to be okay. It''s alright to admit you''re hurting."


    Kevin was taken aback by Roy''s words. He looked down at his hands, the bandages he had wrapped around his injuries earlier still visible. The boy hesitated, then let out a small sigh, a burden seeming to lift off his shoulders.


    "I just... I can''t let myself be weak," Kevin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "If I''m weak, they''ll take everything from me. Those swords... my father... it''s all I have left."


    Roy listened quietly, his eyes softening as he watched Kevin struggle with his emotions. He could relate to the boy''s fears, the sense of loneliness and the overwhelming need to hold onto something¡ªanything¡ªthat gave life meaning.


    "You did well today," Roy said finally, his voice calm and reassuring. "You fought against those bullies with everything you had. Your father would be proud of you."


    Kevin looked up, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. For the first time, the boy allowed himself to feel a sense of relief. He didn''t have to carry the burden alone, even if it was just for this fleeting moment.


    They sat in silence for a while longer, the fire crackling between them. The world around them seemed vast and untamed, yet in that clearing, there was a sense of safety¡ªa brief respite from the harsh reality they had both faced.


    "Roy..." Kevin began, hesitating slightly. "What''s your story? Why are you out here all alone?"


    Roy chuckled softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It''s a long story. But let''s just say, I lost everything too, a long time ago. I ended up in a secluded place, trying to find strength¡ªtrying to become someone who wouldn''t lose again."


    Kevin nodded, understanding the unspoken pain in Roy''s voice. He could hear the determination, the same fire that burned within him, reflected in Roy''s words. For the first time, he realized that despite their differences, they shared something¡ªsomething that went beyond just circumstance.


    "You know," Roy said, breaking the silence, "we might not be allies or friends just yet. But I think, out here, we can at least look out for each other¡ªjust until we''re ready to keep going on our own." He paused, then added, "I want to learn more about this area, and I think you could help me with that. In return, I won''t let anyone bully you again." He smiled, a warmth in his eyes that Kevin hadn''t seen before.


    Kevin looked at Roy, a small smile forming on his face. "Yeah... I think I''d like that."


    The fire crackled, the flames flickering and casting shadows across the clearing as the two boys shared a moment of understanding. It wasn''t much, but for now, it was enough.


    Next day, Kevin had taken Roy to his small hut, hidden deeper in the forest. The hut was modest, with a patched roof and minimal belongings, but it held something of great value to Kevin. On the wall hung two swords, intricately designed and clearly cherished. Kevin explained that these were the real swords that had belonged to his father, while the ones he had been carrying and fighting with the previous day were fakes meant to mislead anyone who might try to take them. The swords on the wall were beautiful, both sharing the same intricate design. One featured black with golden engravings, while the other was white with blue engravings. The hilt of each sword was shaped like a dragon, giving them an elegant yet fearsome look. These were the original swords of Kevin''s father, carefully preserved as a reminder of his legacy. kevin brought a set of dagger that looked exactly like kevin father''s sword from a compartment.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    Kevin mentioned that his father had told him that the swords were meant for Kevin to keep, but the daggers could be given to someone he trusted. As Kevin offered the daggers to Roy, Roy''s eyes widened with excitement. He couldn''t hide his enthusiasm, his gaze fixed on the intricate designs of the weapons. He reached out but hesitated, looking at Kevin. "Are you sure? These look really special... I mean, they were your father''s," Roy said, his voice filled with awe and a hint of reluctance.


    Kevin nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "My father said I should only give them to someone I truly trust. You saved me, and I think he would have wanted you to have them." Kevin''s trust was almost naive, and while Roy had no ill intentions, he couldn''t help but think that if it were someone else, they might take advantage of Kevin''s innocence.


    Roy''s eyes sparkled, and despite his attempt to appear humble, it was clear how much he wanted the daggers. "Well... if you insist," he said, finally taking the daggers in his hands, his excitement barely contained. He inspected them closely, feeling the weight and balance, his admiration evident. "Thank you, Kevin. I promise I''ll use them well."


    Though initially reluctant to accept, Roy''s excitement over the daggers was undeniable, and eventually, he gratefully took them.


    That night, unable to sleep, Roy had gone outside to train. He moved quietly through the clearing, taking up the twin daggers Kevin had given him. Under the moonlight, he began practicing with different grips, switching between hammer grips and reverse grips, moving with increasing speed. His strikes were sharp, aimed at a thick tree, each blow hitting the bark with a satisfying thud. The dim light of the night made his movements look almost mystical as he danced around the clearing, his breath steady, each strike purposeful.


    Kevin, unable to sleep well due to his injuries, had woken up to the sound of the strikes. He quietly approached, staying in the shadows as he watched Roy. Despite Roy''s power and instincts, Kevin could see that Roy was making multiple mistakes¡ªhis angles were sometimes off, and his footwork left him vulnerable to counterattacks. Still, the sheer determination in Roy''s actions was admirable.


    Kevin admired the power Roy was putting into every move, and it struck him how Roy''s strength was already so impressive despite the gaps in his technique. Kevin decided, then and there, that they could both benefit from each other''s skills.


    The next morning, Roy stood up, stretching his arms before picking up the twin daggers Kevin had gifted him. He approached Kevin, who paused for a moment, glancing at Roy with curiosity.


    "Let''s practice together," Roy said, smiling. "I could use some help getting better with these." He raised the daggers, twirling them in his hands with a playful grin.


    Kevin nodded, a faint smile crossing his lips, remembering what he had seen the night before. "Sure, I think we could both learn a lot from each other."


    The two began to train together, their movements contrasting but complementing each other¡ªKevin''s graceful, sweeping strikes with the swords against Roy''s quick, agile movements with the daggers. The clearing filled with the sound of metal slicing through the air, the rhythm of their training almost like a dance.


    As they practiced, they began to share small bits of conversation¡ªRoy giving Kevin pointers on how to react during combat, Kevin showing Roy how to use his body weight to add power to his strikes. It was an exchange of knowledge that went beyond words, a bond that was slowly forming through shared effort.


    Hours passed, the sun climbing higher in the sky, but neither of them seemed to tire. The sense of purpose, of striving to become stronger, filled them both with energy that seemed almost limitless.


    Finally, as the sun reached its peak, Roy paused, breathing heavily but with a satisfied grin on his face. "You''re really good, you know that?" he said, looking at Kevin with genuine admiration. "Your father must have been one hell of a teacher."


    Kevin smiled, his cheeks flushed from the exertion. "He was. And I want to be just like him someday."


    Roy nodded, his eyes reflecting the same determination. "And I want to be someone who can protect the people I care about. Maybe one day, we''ll both get there."


    Kevin looked at Roy, the sincerity in his words striking a chord deep within him. "Yeah... maybe we will," he said softly, a new sense of hope blossoming within him.


    The two boys stood there for a moment, the sun shining down on them, the forest around them alive with the sounds of nature. They weren''t allies, they weren''t friends¡ªnot yet. But they were something more than strangers now, bound by their shared journey, by the desire to grow stronger and find their own path.


    For Roy, this was just another step in his journey¡ªa journey that he knew would be long and filled with challenges. And for Kevin, it was a chance to finally move forward, to honor his father''s memory and carve out his own place in the world.


    Together, they would keep pushing forward, until they were strong enough to stand on their own and the world would remember them as Heaven Destroyer and Sword God''

 Wrath Unleashed

    After training together for the whole day, Roy and Kevin decided to rest for the night. Kevin offered Roy some clean clothes that had belonged to his father¡ªblack robes adorned with red and golden embroidery. The black and red colors complemented Roy''s black hair and red eyes, making him look even more formidable. Roy gratefully accepted, now looking more presentable for their journey. The next morning, they set off for the city, with Roy eager to explore and learn more about the area. Normally, it would have taken Roy only ten minutes to reach, but since Kevin was not a cultivator, they walked at a relaxed pace, side by side.


    Kevin''s stomach let out a low growl, a reminder of how hungry he was.


    Roy noticed and smiled slightly. "Wait a second," Roy said, his gaze shifting upwards towards a tree that bore ripe fruits hanging twenty meters in the air. He bent down slightly, his muscles coiling, and with a powerful leap, he launched himself skyward. The ground cracked beneath where he had stood, the force of his jump astonishing.


    Kevin watched in shock. Although he knew Roy was powerful, witnessing a twenty-meter jump was awe-inspiring.


    "Here you go," Roy said, landing gracefully and handing one of the fruits to Kevin. Kevin took it, his eyes wide, and gratefully began eating.


    The journey led them through thick woods and along uneven paths until they finally reached the city gates. The city was nestled between two mountain ranges, its walls rising high, made of worn stone that had seen better days. It wasn''t a bustling metropolis, nor the grand city Roy might have imagined, but it had its own rustic charm. A large wooden gate marked the entrance, guarded by two men in armor that looked like it had been passed down for generations¡ªscratched, dented, and barely serving its purpose. As they approached the city gates, the guards eyed them suspiciously, their expressions a mixture of disdain and boredom. One of the guards nudged the other, whispering something that made both of them smirk. Kevin kept his eyes on the ground, trying not to react, but Roy could sense the slight tension in his posture.


    "What''s your business in the city?" one guard barked, his tone carrying an edge of arrogance. Before Kevin could respond, Roy stepped forward, his gaze icy. The guard hesitated, taken aback by the intensity of Roy''s stare. Without a word, he waved them through, muttering something under his breath.


    Once inside, Roy was able to take in the full view of the city. The streets were narrow, winding between uneven rows of mismatched buildings. Most structures were two to three stories tall, made of stone and wood, their roofs covered in mismatched shingles that created a patchwork appearance. Despite its modest size, the city was lively. Merchants called out from their stalls, selling everything from fresh produce to strange trinkets, and children ran between carts, their laughter echoing through the streets.


    "This place may not be much, but it has its charm," Roy thought to himself as he observed the hustle and bustle. Kevin led the way, pointing out various landmarks¡ªa blacksmith''s shop with a large iron anvil painted on its sign, a small apothecary with herbs hanging by the entrance, and a bustling marketplace where townsfolk haggled loudly over prices.


    The marketplace was crowded, filled with a mix of smells¡ªfreshly baked bread, the tang of herbs, and the unmistakable scent of livestock. Roy could see a butcher''s stall nearby, where freshly cut meat hung on hooks, while across the way, a vendor was selling brightly colored fabrics, their vibrant hues standing out against the otherwise dull surroundings. There was an energy to the place, a sense of community, despite its worn and rugged appearance.


    Roy''s eyes were drawn to a group of children gathered around an old storyteller sitting on a wooden crate. The man was dressed in tattered robes, his face lined with age, but his eyes sparkled as he spoke. He gestured dramatically, describing a battle between powerful cultivators, his voice rising and falling to capture the children¡¯s imaginations. Roy couldn''t help but feel a pang of nostalgia¡ªhe, too, had once listened to such tales with wide eyes, back when life was simpler.


    Kevin, meanwhile, seemed focused on practical matters. "We need to get some supplies," he said, leading Roy to a small stall where a woman sold dried meats, bread, and water skins. Kevin greeted her politely, and they haggled briefly before purchasing enough to last them a few days. Roy watched, taking in how Kevin interacted with the townsfolk¡ªa mix of politeness and wariness, as though he were used to being treated with suspicion.


    As they moved deeper into the city, Roy noticed a change in the atmosphere. The streets grew narrower, the buildings more dilapidated. Here, the lively chatter of the marketplace was replaced by hushed conversations, the people eyeing strangers warily. Roy''s instincts sharpened; this part of the city felt different¡ªless welcoming, more dangerous. The alleyways seemed to twist and turn without any logical pattern, and shadows lingered despite the bright midday sun.


    "This part of town¡­" Kevin started, his voice barely above a whisper. "It''s where people go when they have nowhere else to turn. Be careful."


    Roy nodded, his eyes scanning their surroundings. He could see a few figures huddled in corners, their clothes ragged, their eyes hollow. It reminded him of the slaves back in the sect¡ªpeople who had been broken by the world, left to fend for themselves with nothing. He clenched his fists, a flicker of anger running through him. He knew what it felt like to be discarded.


    "We should head back," Kevin suggested. Roy agreed, and they turned to leave the shadowed alleyways behind, making their way back toward the livelier part of the city. As they walked, Roy couldn''t help but compare this small city to the grandeur of the sect where he had once been enslaved. That sect alone was a hundred times bigger and more prosperous than this settlement, and sects in this world often comprised multiple cities. Despite the humble charm of this place, it was nothing compared to the imposing scale of the powerful organization Roy had seen. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    By the time they reached the main gate, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the city. The streets were less crowded now, the merchants packing up their stalls, the children called home by their parents. Roy and kevin left for their home.


    They walked through the forest, but Roy''s senses were on high alert.


    Suddenly, Roy stopped in his tracks, his head tilting slightly as he caught a faint sound. "Wait here," he said to Kevin before dashing off without any further explanation.


    Roy moved through the darkness, his instincts guiding him to the source of the sound. He stopped behind a bush, peering through the leaves. He saw three men and three women gathered around a bonfire.


    "Thanks, Brother Ron. If it weren''t for you, we girls wouldn''t have had this chance to complete the mission," one of the girls said, her tone appreciative as she looked at the man in the center who seemed to be the leader.


    Ron, the leader, smiled, but there was a hint of something darker in his gaze, a flash of lust as he looked at the girls. "Don''t worry, Aisha. We are members of the same sect, after all. We should help each other." His words sounded noble, but Roy could sense something off about the scene.


    Seeing this, Roy felt uneasy. Something about the atmosphere wasn''t right, but he couldn''t quite pinpoint what it was. He decided to return to Kevin, who was still waiting for him.


    "What happened?" Kevin asked as Roy approached.


    "Nothing, just some people from a sect," Roy replied dismissively.


    Kevin''s eyes lit up. "A martial sect? Amazing! I''ve always wanted to join one!" he said with enthusiasm.


    Roy''s face darkened at Kevin''s excitement. He turned to Kevin, his voice cold and firm. "Be careful what you wish for, Kevin. Not all sects are good. Some are filled with darkness and evil." The weight of Roy''s warning hung heavily in the air.


    Kevin sensed the seriousness in Roy''s tone and chose not to push further. He nodded, his excitement dampened. "Okay. I''ll be careful. Thanks, Roy."


    They made their way back to the hut, the rest of the walk filled with silence. Roy didn''t say anything else, and Kevin sensed that something was troubling his companion.


    **


    "AAAHHHHHHHHHHH! Please, someone, save me!" The piercing scream echoed through the forest, waking both Roy and Kevin. They jumped up, alert and disoriented.


    Kevin, still trying to gather his bearings, looked at Roy, and his eyes widened. A dark aura seemed to be emanating from Roy, swirling around his body, almost alive. It was an aura of pure, unfiltered anger. Kevin had never seen Roy like this before; it was as if all warmth and cheerfulness had drained from his face, leaving nothing but fury.


    "Hey, what''s going..." Kevin started, but Roy cut him off.


    "I''m going ahead," Roy said, his voice devoid of emotion. He grabbed the twin daggers and channeled power through his legs, muscles bulging. Without another word, he launched himself forward, leaving a large ditch in front of Kevin''s hut as he sped into the darkness.


    Kevin watched, stunned by the intensity he had just witnessed. He had always known there was more to Roy than met the eye, but this... this was a side he hadn''t expected.


    **


    "Ron, what are you doing?! Why are you doing this?! Please, let me go!" Aisha''s voice trembled as she begged, her fear evident. She looked around, tears streaming down her face as she saw her friends lying lifeless, their bodies being violated by Ron''s friends. The horror of what was happening left her paralyzed.


    Ron smiled, a twisted grin that showed no remorse. "Didn''t I say that we should help each other? I''ve kept you for myself." He stepped closer, his intentions clear.


    Suddenly, a loud boom echoed behind him. Ron spun around, startled.


    Roy stood there, his eyes dark, devoid of any emotion but a burning fury. The black energy around him seemed to thicken, swirling like a living entity.


    Ron, a tenth-level Muscle Forging cultivator and the son of an elder, could see what others couldn''t. His eyes widened in shock. "That''s... killing intent," Ron whispered, his voice cracking. Not everyone could release killing intent, and not everyone could sense it. But those who could knew what it meant¡ªit was the mark of someone who had taken lives, someone who had faced death and emerged with blood on their hands. Ron''s father''s words echoed in his mind: if you ever meet someone who can manifest killing intent, run.


    Roy''s gaze shifted past Ron, towards the two men tying their pants after their vile act. The girls lay motionless, their lives extinguished by cruelty. Roy''s expression didn''t change¡ªhe was beyond rage, beyond words.


    Roy drew his daggers, and Ron felt his body freeze, paralyzed by the sheer pressure of the killing intent. He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn''t obey.


    Roy took a step forward and vanished.


    "Guhhh... gulp, gulp... guh." Ron turned at the grotesque sound, his eyes widening in terror. One of his friends was pinned to a tree, Roy''s dagger lodged in his throat. Blood gushed as the man struggled, choking on his own lifeblood, while Roy remained impassive, his gaze cold.


    Ron could only watch, trembling in fear. He knew he was no match. His body refused to move, every instinct screaming at him to run, but he couldn''t.


    Roy pulled the dagger out, and the man''s lifeless body slumped to the ground. Roy then turned his gaze towards the other man, who had already wet himself in fear.


    "Hey, man! Why are you doing this?! Please, let us go! We''ll give you crystals and..."


    Before the man could finish, Roy moved¡ªdisappearing from where he stood and reappearing in front of him. The daggers flashed in the moonlight.


    Slash. Slash. Slash.


    Roy struck repeatedly, his movements precise and brutal. He severed the man''s arm, then continued to slice through flesh. Blood flowed like a river, painting the ground red, but Roy didn''t flinch. He was relentless, his strikes driven by an emotionless purpose.


    After a minute, the man fell to the ground, lifeless, his face twisted in agony. Roy''s eyes then turned to Ron, his gaze colder than ever. Without hesitation, Roy jumped, one dagger sheathed while the other was gripped with both hands. He brought it down with all his strength, piercing Ron''s skull, the sickening crack of bone echoing in the clearing. Ron''s eyes widened for a split second, the shock evident before his body went limp. Blood sprayed as Roy twisted the dagger cruelly, ensuring there was no chance of survival. The killing intent dissipated slowly as Ron''s lifeless body crumpled, leaving nothing but silence.


    Roy exhaled deeply, the dark aura slowly fading away. He turned to Aisha, who looked at him with fear and uncertainty. He removed his outer garment and handed it to her, covering her trembling form.


    "Don''t worry. I won''t hurt you," Roy said, his voice softer now, almost gentle, though the fury from moments before still lingered in his eyes.


    Aisha took the garment, her hands shaking as she wrapped it around herself. She nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, gratitude, and confusion. Roy turned away, his heart still pounding, the weight of his actions settling on his shoulders. He had done what he thought was right, but he knew the path he had chosen was dark, and it would only get darker from here.