The forest was alive with the whisper of leaves and the rustle of underbrush as Sir Elias and Oasis ventured deeper into its depths.The air was thick with anticipation, a sense of unease settling over them like a shroud as they treaded carefully through the shadowy undergrowth.Suddenly, the tranquil silence was shattered by the ominous thud of footsteps echoing through the forest.Thud... thud... thud...In the heart of the Great Forest, amidst the towering trees and dense foliage, Sir Elias and Oasis found themselves ambushed by a pack of monstrous creatures.These creatures, known as Bloodthorn Goblins, were infamous for their bloodlust and ferocity. With their crude weapons and snarling visages, they advanced upon Sir Elias and Oasis with malice in their eyes.Oasis stood frozen in fear, his heart pounding in his chest as he beheld the grotesque creatures before him. The Bloodthorn Goblins emanated a palpable aura of bloodlust, their red eyes glinting with savage intent.Sir Elias
As they continued through the dense foliage of the Great Forest, Sir Elias handed Oasis a small pill, its surface shimmering with an iridescent glow."Swallow this pill, Oasis," Sir Elias instructed, his voice low and urgent."It will mask your presence and eliminate even your scent. We must be cautious until we reach the lake, and we need to get there before nightfall."Without hesitation, Oasis accepted the pill and swallowed it, trusting in Sir Elias without question.As they walked deeper in the forest, Sir Elias began to speak, his voice carrying the weight of wisdom accumulated over years of experience."Oasis, in this world, there are countless mystical creatures, each with its own rank and level of danger," he explained, his tone grave."These creatures range from harmless to incredibly perilous, and it's crucial to understand their nature to survive.""Mystic beasts are ranked from F to S, with each rank signifying their strength and ferocity," Sir Elias continued, his gaze sc
As the first light of dawn kissed the tranquil waters of the Crystal Lake, Oasis emerged from the small cave that had become their home.His eyes blinked sleepily as he took in the serene beauty of the morning scene, the soft hues of pink and orange painting the sky above.Nearby, Sir Elias was already awake, tending to a crackling campfire and preparing breakfast. The aroma of sizzling food filled the air, mingling with the fresh scent of the surrounding forest."Good morning, Sir Elias," Oasis mumbled sleepily, his voice still heavy with drowsiness as he shuffled towards the campfire.Without a word, Sir Elias unleashed a swift motion, conjuring a water prison that surrounded Oasis in a circle.Caught off guard, Oasis yelped in surprise as he found himself encased in a sphere of water. With a flick of Sir Elias's wrist, the water prison launched Oasis into the cool embrace of the Crystal Lake.Splashing into the water, Oasis flailed in panic as he struggled to find his bearings. His
Sir Elias led Oasis to the edge of the lake, where the morning sun cast a golden glow upon the water.As they began their training, the sound of the footsteps and the swish of the sword cutting through the air echoed across, a testament to the beginning of Oasis's training.Sir Elias incorporated meditation into Oasis's daily routine. Each morning, before the sun rose above the horizon, Oasis would sit in quiet meditation, focusing his mind and centering his thoughts before the day's training."Close your eyes, Oasis," Sir Elias instructed, his voice carrying a calming presence. "Clear your mind of all distractions and let your thoughts flow like the currents of the lake."Oasis obeyed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he followed Sir Elias's guidance.The soft lapping of the lake against the shore and the gentle rustle of the trees provided a soothing backdrop to his meditation."Feel the energy around you," Sir Elias continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let it fl
The morning sun bathed the shores of Crystal Lake in a golden hue as Oasis awoke, feeling rejuvenated after his meditation.Stretching his limbs, he took a deep breath of the crisp morning air, the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds serving as a serene backdrop to the tranquil scene.As Oasis emerged from his meditation spot, Sir Elias greeted him with a warm smile. "Good morning, Oasis," he said, his voice carrying a note of cheerfulness. "I hope you slept well."Oasis nodded, returning Sir Elias's smile. "Yes, I feel refreshed," he replied, his eyes bright with energy.Sir Elias nodded in satisfaction, gesturing towards the campfire where breakfast awaited. "Well then, let's eat," he said, his tone inviting.As Oasis settled down to enjoy his meal, Sir Elias launched into an explanation about the next steps of his training. He spoke with a sense of purpose, his words laced with wisdom and guidance."Oasis, my boy," Sir Elias began, his voice carrying an air of
Sir Elias watched in awe as Oasis seamlessly executed each spell, his movements fluid and confident.The raw power and control displayed by Oasis were nothing short of extraordinary, a testament to his natural talent and relentless dedication.As Sir Elias observed Oasis's remarkable progress, a mixture of emotions washed over him.Pride swelled within him as he witnessed Oasis's mastery over the elemental magic, but alongside it, a sense of awe and apprehension took hold."He's surpassed the Zygote Stage; he's already at Embryo 4th layer," Sir Elias muttered to himself, his voice tinged with disbelief. "This boy is a monster.The intensity of Oasis's abilities left Sir Elias trembling with a potent blend of excitement and trepidation.As he felt the tremors coursing through his body, Sir Elias couldn't help but question the source of his agitation."Wow, I'm shaking. Am I scared or excited?" Sir Elias wondered silently, his thoughts racing as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude o
In his heart, Sir Elias felt a mix of pride and apprehension."This kid is a monster," he thought, still grappling with the reality of Oasis's unprecedented growth."Not only did he break through fast, but he can feel his mana heart even before reaching the Newborn stage. I've never heard of such a thing."Sir Elias knew that he was witnessing the emergence of a prodigy, someone who could potentially reshape the world of magic.The thought filled him with excitement and a touch of fear, as he realized the immense responsibility he had in guiding this extraordinary young man."Oasis, let me further explain the world of magic and cultivation," Sir Elias began."In this world, there are ordinary people who lack the capability or potential to harness magic and cultivate.""And then there are those who can do magic and cultivate. Among these people, there are mages, martial artists, and refiners."He continued, "First, mages like myself. I'm a mage, and we harness the mana within ourselves
The sun had climbed higher into the sky, casting sharp shadows and illuminating the vibrant greens and blues of the Crystal Lake surroundings.The tranquility of the lake contrasted sharply with the intense energy radiating from the two figures sparring on the shore.Oasis and Sir Elias stood facing each other, the air around them charged with anticipation. Oasis's muscles were taut, his eyes focused and determined. Sir Elias, calm yet alert, prepared himself for the first move."Ready, Oasis?" Sir Elias called out, his voice steady.With a swift motion, Sir Elias launched the first attack, his hand slicing through the air with a burst of wind magic. Oasis deftly dodged, his movements fluid and precise.He countered with a blast of water, the liquid forming sharp, needle-like projectiles aimed at Sir Elias.Sir Elias twisted his body, evading the water needles with grace. He retaliated with a powerful gust of wind, forcing Oasis to brace himself against the onslaught.The force of the
Pervard’s mind raced as he recalled everything he knew about the Phoenix Clan."Most people might be ignorant about it, but I’ve read on hidden archives about the Volacris family in the Phoenix Clan.""Our Crimson Hand is in deep trouble. I should’ve been allowed to kill myself. My master would’ve known the moment I died."He grit his teeth in frustration, realizing that even biting his tongue wouldn’t end his life due to his advanced cultivation."We’re doomed..." Sweat dripped down Pervard’s face, and fear crept into his heart—a fear that had not been evident earlier.As the speech ended and the mood among the servants lightened with relief, Oasis instructed his guards.“You two, come with me.”The city lord went to reunite with his children, but Oasis made his way to the basement, where Rex and Pervard were held.Both men were suspended, their hands chained to the ceiling and their feet hanging limply.Oasis’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Rex, who was still feigning unconsciousnes
He advanced on Pervard, his aura flaring with renewed intensity, prepared to deliver the final blow.Pervard, blinded by rage and fear, roared as he threw everything he had into one last desperate attack, but his movements were wild and unfocused.Riftain easily dodged, stepping inside Pervard’s guard and delivering a devastating strike to his chest.The impact sent Pervard crashing into the ground, his body convulsing from the blow.Thud. Thud. Thud.Pervard's chest heaved as he coughed blood, his body barely able to keep itself upright.Riftain advanced toward him, his eyes cold with the intent to end it all, prepared to deliver the final blow.Pervard, blinded by pain and rage, could barely comprehend what had just happened."How did he get this strong?" Pervard thought, blood seeping from his mouth."We were almost of equal strength. I’ve been active while he was sick..." He grimaced, spitting out more blood, his thoughts racing with confusion and despair.Oasis stood back, watchi
The remaining lackeys began to panic, their techniques growing more desperate. One after another, they attacked, but Oasis was always one step ahead.A man with a curved blade aimed for Oasis’s head, but Oasis dodged with ease, delivering a spinning backfist that caved in the man’s skull.Another, a martial artist using fist techniques, charged forward, unleashing a flurry of punches.Oasis weaved through the blows with fluidity, stepping inside the man’s guard and breaking his arm before snapping his neck with a single, swift motion.Each of the lackeys fought with everything they had—one using fiery martial techniques, another enhancing his body with earth aura—but Oasis was untouchable.He moved like a ghost, anticipating every attack, countering with lethal precision.He dodged a fiery fist, and in the same breath, drove his elbow into the attacker’s spine, paralyzing him instantly.A man with twin daggers tried to slash at him, but Oasis caught his wrists, disarming him effortles
The atmosphere in the manor shifted from tense anticipation to outright horror as Oasis stood over the five mangled bodies, his expression calm, almost indifferent.His hands and legs, not even stained with blood, were all it took to dispatch them.The shock of the scene silenced the onlookers—guards, servants, and even Pervard’s lackeys—all frozen in disbelief.“Is he really a mage?” a servant thought, trembling, her knees buckling under the weight of the spectacle.“How… how can a mage move like that?” one of the manor guards thought, sweat running down his face. “No mana, no spells… just raw strength and precision.”“I’ve never seen anyone fight like this, not even our strongest warriors,”another guard, drenched in sweat, trembled as he struggled to comprehend the sight.“It’s impossible. A mage should be relying on spells, not... this,” Alto thought, his eyes wide with fear. “How can he kill with just his bare hands?”Oasis’s own guards, who had been standing beside Raven, could h
Pervard laughed loudly, looking up toward the ceiling as he shrugged off the upper part of his clothing, revealing a tattoo on his chest—a hand drenched in blood.One of the men behind him quickly stepped forward, draping a jacket over his shoulders.“Yes, I am Pervard, the executive of the Crimson Hand—the Cruel Hand,” Pervard declared, grinning as he soaked in the shocked reactions of the crowd.His tattoo glistened under the light as he spoke, “You may know my name, boy, but it won’t matter. You’ll die today, along with Riftain.”Riftain clenched his fists, fury coursing through him.“The Crimson Hand… these bastards. So, I’ve been harboring one in my own town this whole time.”“Pervard the Cruel Hand, huh? Thanks for making it easier to find you,” Oasis said coldly.In a swift motion, he unleashed an even stronger wind magic barrier, this time enveloping the entire manor.The gust of wind swept through the hall as the barrier sealed them inside.Gasps and whispers spread through t
Back in the chamber, Oasis stood calmly in the wake of the city lord’s unleashed aura, completely unfazed.His azure eyes remained steady as he watched the older man with quiet respect.“Not bad,” Oasis thought, his expression unchanged, though inwardly he acknowledged the power being displayed.“Follow me, young man,” the city lord said, his voice now firm and commanding as he walked toward the door. “Let me show you how to deal with traitors.”As the city lord strode out of the room, Oasis followed at a measured pace.The two of them barely made it past the threshold when a group of guards came rushing down the corridor, their faces pale with fear.They skidded to a stop the moment they saw the city lord standing before them, fully revitalized.“My lord!” the guards gasped, immediately dropping to their knees, their bodies trembling from the pressure of his aura.Sweat dripped from their brows as they struggled to maintain their composure in his overwhelming presence.The city lord’
Instantly, they melted into the shadows, ready to evade or strike if necessary.A guard descended the stairs, his form slowly becoming visible in the dim light.He was dressed like the others, but his demeanor was different.He wore the same uniform as the others in the manor, but something was different about him.As he approached the cell, the guards prepared to knock him out—until they saw him pull food from his pockets“It’s been a while, young lord Raven,” the man said quietly, his voice filled with respect.“How is father’s condition?” the boy, Raven, asked, his voice clear and strong despite the abuse he had endured."Still the same, young lord. His condition is declining," the guard replied, his voice laced with sorrow.As they spoke, Raven’s eyes flickered toward the shadows where Oasis’s guards were hidden.“What are you looking at, young lord?” the guard asked, sensing something amiss.“Nothing,” Raven replied calmly. “You should leave before the lackeys of that pig catch y
Oasis moved silently through the shadows of the city lord’s residence, his steps light and precise, avoiding detection with ease.The mansion, though worn by neglect, had a complex layout.Guards patrolled in predictable patterns, moving along predetermined routes that Oasis had already observed using his spiritual senses.“Their movements are methodical, but uninspired,” Oasis thought as he studied the guards' routines.“The guards stationed near the entrance rotate every twenty minutes. The inner patrols are less frequent, giving me small windows to slip through.”As he moved, his azure eyes scanned the manor’s halls, catching subtle details—scuff marks on the floor indicating where guards commonly stood, and faint energy traces revealing where magical wards were placed.“The layout matches what I sensed earlier,” Oasis thought, gliding between two patrols with practiced ease.“Once I pass through this wing, the room where the city lord is bedridden should be up ahead.”Passing thr
As Oasis sat in the inn with his guards, whispers began to ripple through the dimly lit room.Word of men distributing food and money had already reached the ears of the patrons, sparking quiet gossip."Did you hear? Some noble’s been handing out food and coins," one patron whispered to his companion, his voice low but full of curiosity."Yeah, I heard! Who’d do something like that in Riffridge? Must be someone from another town," another person murmured."Who are these people?" a woman muttered. "Could they be connected to the city lord?""Maybe they’re from Belvan. I heard rumors about nobles from that region," someone else suggested, cautiously glancing around.As the quiet chatter continued, Oasis stood up with his two guards, the candlelight flickering off their well-tailored clothing.They made their way toward the inn's counter. The room had grown darker, with the lamps now fully lit to mark the arrival of night."Can we have a room for the night?" Oasis asked calmly, his gaze