Chapter 221
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Elijah walked through the black market, making his way to the exit.
Suddenly, Agri's statement aroused his attention.
'What are you talking about?'
Elijah, hearing Agri's sheer hatred toward this individual was surprised.
'You really hated him huh.'
"GRAH!"
Suddenly, Elijah felt a sharp headache hearing the last parts of Agri's sentence.
'...Who the heck was he for you to hate him 'that' much?'
Elijah said, after recovering from the headache and stares of the people.
And Then...Elijah stopped in his tracks.
What? What did I just hear?
Agri said the one thing Elijah was feeling.
'...he brought down the Dragonic Empire by himself?...alone?'
He asked...whilst shaking.
'...he must have been a frightening person when he was alive...what species was he?'
Elijah asked...whilst Agri laughed...a hollow and forced laugh.
Elijah... then out of fear...asked.
'Will my brother...become like him if things don't change?'
Elijah asked Agri, afraid but curious of the Answer.
"KYHAA!"
"DIE YOU RAT b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"
A young man possessing jet black hair stabbed a demonic rat, a meter tall with a black blade.
*RUMBLE*
The rat's insides were being roasted by the Electricity emanating from the blade.
And finally...it died a gruesome death...as the boy took out his blade from its corpse. He gasped for Breath. His upper body was bare, riddled with wounds that leaked blood and pus. His muscles gained through Hard and Intense training filled with sweat, His back emanating a silver glow, that originated from the tattoo of a wolf clad in wind and thunder.
"SQUEAK!"
"SQUEAK!"
Numerous other rat monsters, mutated because of Chaos mana, surrounded him and in response the body of the Boy, Alexander Wright glowed grey...and his expression was no longer that of a human. But rather that of a beast.
"GRAHHH!"
He leaped into the middle of the demonic monsters and began his slaughter.
And from far away, 4 individuals observed him.
"Shouldn't we stop this?"
Olivia Olsfer expressed her concern for Alex, who was riddled with wounds and still fighting slashing at every demonic monster and caring not for himself.
"Oh? Someone's worried?"
The Sword Saint, Arken Miller teased her...whilst her Grandfather displayed an annoyed expression, which Arken laughed at boisterously.
Olivia turned her face away and looked at a small wolf cub looking at Alex.
A cute wolf cub, possessing silver fur with streaks of gold like lightning.
Little did they know this wolf club, which was a G.o.dBEAST of the Supreme rank once, was now reduced to a little familiar, Similar to that of a spirit.
They didn't know where it came from...but suddenly one day Alex had it on his shoulder and told them it was his spirit.
And apparently, it could speak.
It said, expressing annoyance whilst the two Saints looked at it.
"Nothing."
Olivia said..and then they heard a howl.
"AOOOOO!"
Coming from none other than Alex, And then his familiar also started to howl similarly.
"AOOOO!"
All whilst the three looked at both of them Weirdly.
The Chaos continent was indeed chaotic.
Lucas fell down on his back, his sweat forming a pool beneath him.
He breathed and breathed, yet his breath did not go stable.
In his personal training room, in the State of the Hiddlestones... he had been training since the day he got back.
It was tough...his muscles were tired...no that was quite the understatement, it felt like they were going to be ripped to shreds.
And yet he still tried to stand.
He did...and punched once again.
Again, and Again...and Again.
But even then, could a Human body handle that much stress?
The Human body was amazing, its adaptability was astonishing and it's endurance, backed by a strong mind was strong. Very Strong.
But even this was too much.
Lucas could feel himself slipping...his eyes vision started to fade.
And then he fell to his knees...his consciousness slipping...his will being the only thing keeping him awake.
'...cant...cant...cant...give up...not...yet...'
He tried to stand. But he couldn't.
It was unknown whether it was sweat of tears that was flowing down from his face...but before he knew it.
Lucas fell down, his body exhausted, and his mind trembling.
His vision faded to black and then he dropped to the ground.
The body needed rest...but the mind would not let it.
Lucas woke up in his bedroom, his body refusing to move...his body in pain.
'...did the butler move me here?'
He wondered...and tried to get up...but his body refused to listen.
'...I...can't rest now...I must get stronger.'
He could not rest...Could he?
If he rested...who knew how much he would be left behind?
He grits his teeth...and finally got up... his eyes wandering around his room.
*THUMP!THUMP!*
His heart beat wildly...his mind wanted to go back to sleep. His body thirsted for rest. But he got up.
His eyes saw a necklace with a blue jewel and a piece of parchment on top of his drawer...before he fell down.
He remembered that it was a gift from the Sword Saint before he left with the headmaster and Alex...along with a letter.
[Consider this gift compensation for not having time for you, I found it during a h.e.l.lish dungeon raid, trust me, that thing is valuable. Also, Don't overexert yourself too much. Make sure to rest properly...but knowing you, you wouldn't listen. If you have time, visit Alan to train together.
Take Care, Be back soon!
Your Master.]
'What was the description of the item anyway...?'
Lucas wondered as he remembered the contents of the letter. HE never checked the item but instead just trained relentlessly.
"Young Master."
Suddenly he heard a voice...the voice of his caretaker since he was a child, and also his butler.
"...what is it Alfred?"
He said, it was a struggle to even speak.
"Please rest, your body is tired, you have been training tirelessly for weeks."
Alfred expressed his concern as he sat down on the carpet alongside Lucas.
He was the only one who could be so casual with Lucas...he was more of a father than Lucas's actual father.
"I can't rest...i need to get stro-"
*Whack!*
But then, in the middle of his sentence, Lucas was knocked unconscious by Alfred, who picked him up and tugged him in.
"Im sorry for my actions, But I cannot watch you torture yourself any longer."
He was the caretaker of Lucas Hiddlestone since he was a child, he and Lucas shared a close bond with one another. There was no one Lucas trusted more than Him...and it was also because of their bond that Alfred could do this.
He looked at the necklace and piece of Parchment on the drawer, before placing it inside...hiding it from the eyes of anyone who would have entered the room ,and locked the drawer.
"Who would have thought? Young Master Lucas is a student of the Sword Saint..."
He looked at Lucas, knocked unconscious, and looked at the time.
'A minimum of 3 days of sleep is required...well I need to put in the work.'
He thought, he knew Lucas far too well. He knew that Lucas would rush to go train the moment he awoke. And Alfred would be there to knock him unconscious every time.
His master's tenacity was incredible. And Recently Alfred was incredibly happy when he noticed Young Master's Lucas's personality improving.
He sat down, and quietly read a book whilst waiting for his Young Master to wake up, so he could knock him unconscious once again.