"That must be Belvan Town," Oasis thought as he saw the guards near the gate.The sound of the town—voices, the clatter of hooves, and the hum of commerce—grew louder with each step.Balto glanced at Oasis as they approached the gate. "Stay sharp, young one. This place can be as unforgiving as it is prosperous."Oasis nodded, his eyes fixed on the gates as they walked closer.The chubby boy, who was the son of the city lord, spoke to the guards, and the group entered the city without any fuss.Being part of the escort for the city lord’s son ensured their smooth passage into Belvan Town.The town was bustling with activity—traders called out prices, people haggled over goods, and the air was thick with the scents of food and the sound of commerce.Though not as large as a true city, Belvan Town was still impressive, slightly bigger than Mossy Hollow where Oasis had grown up.Without wasting time, Balto and his group headed straight for the city lord's mansion to report their mission.
Meanwhile, back in Lunalith..."You sent the kid to a dangerous place. Don’t you think you went too far?" Elder Tyron said, his voice filled with concern as he spoke to Sect Leader Conri. They sat together, drinking tea under the moonlight."He’s strong enough, Tyron," Sect Leader Conri replied calmly."He might be strong for his age, but he’s still a kid and lacks experience," Tyron insisted."He’s gaining experience this way. Don’t worry too much about him—he’ll be fine," Conri reassured his old friend."At what realm do you think that kid is now?" Conri asked Elder Tyron, testing his insight."Maybe peak Newborn Realm," Tyron guessed, though uncertainty tinged his voice."Not quite. I’ve been watching the boy over the past days, and I can tell without a doubt that Oasis is at the intermediate stage of the Tabula-Rasa Realm, and his spiritual energy is even above that," Conri revealed.!!!"What? That’s impossible at his age," Tyron exclaimed, clearly shocked. "Is he really that tal
As Oasis scanned the area, he spotted a group of rough-looking individuals standing near the gate, their eyes sharp and wary.They had the hardened demeanor of seasoned adventurers, their gear well-worn but functional.This was likely the group the man had mentioned—the ones waiting to join the beast-hunting party.They exchanged quiet words with each other, occasionally glancing toward the gate as if expecting someone.The guards continued their checks, inspecting each person who passed through, while Oasis approached the group, ready to see what this beast hunt had in store.Oasis approached the group after being inspected at the gate."Kid, scram!" one of the rough-looking individuals growled as Oasis stood near them."Easy, he's with us," the man who recruited Oasis interjected, arriving with four other young people around Oasis's age—two girls and two boys."Oh, boss," the rough-looking man said, relaxing a bit. "I thought he was one of those annoying brats always begging for coi
"Ha ha ha, what a fine merchandise you’ve brought us," a new voice sneered as a man stepped out from the shadows.He was tall and imposing, with a cruel smile that showed off yellowed teeth.His hair was greasy and slicked back, and he wore a long, tattered coat that hung off his gaunt frame. His eyes gleamed with malice as he looked over the group."Put your weapons away already—you’re scaring our merchandise," he commanded, and the rest of his men emerged from the woods, all armed and ready, with bows aimed at Oasis and the others."Take it easy, kids. We won’t mistreat you. After all, you’re all precious merchandise," the man said with a smirk, licking his lips."Ha ha ha, these girls are damn pretty," he continued, eyeing Lila and Kaelith with a leer. "If they weren’t merchandise, they’d be warming my bed tonight."Kaelith began to shake, her eyes wide with terror as tears welled up, threatening to spill over. Lila let out a scream for help, her voice shrill and desperate."Don’t w
The leader of the bandits stopped in his tracks, his smug confidence replaced by a mixture of shock and fury as he slowly turned back to face Oasis,realizing that this "merchandise" was not as helpless as they had assumed.The leader of the bandits, his face contorted with a mixture of shock and fury, barked out a command, "Kill that brat!"His henchmen, who had been momentarily stunned by the death of Roy, snapped into action.They drew their weapons, the sharp scrape of metal against leather filling the air.Two men advanced on Oasis, their faces twisted with killing intent, their eyes locked on him as if he were nothing more than a target to be eliminated.The first bandit, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, lunged forward with a heavy broadsword, aiming a powerful overhead strike at Oasis. The second, a leaner man with a dagger in each hand, circled around, looking for an opening to strike.Oasis remained calm, his eyes narrowing as he assessed their movements. In a
The last remaining bandit, witnessing the gruesome fate of his comrades, felt all his bravado drain away.His legs gave out beneath him, and he fell to the ground with a thud, landing on his backside.His face was pale, and his eyes were wide with terror as he stared at Oasis, who was now walking towards him.Among the recruits, the girls huddled together, trembling with fear.Toren remained unconscious, while Ronan, though scared, tried to maintain his composure. He mustered the courage to move closer to Oasis, though his legs shook with each step.Oasis stopped just in front of the terrified bandit and crouched down to meet his eye level.The bandit’s face was a mixture of sheer terror and disbelief, as if he couldn’t comprehend whether the person before him was a normal child or a monster in disguise."You have only one painless choice," Oasis began, his voice cold and menacing."Tell me everything about your businesses in Dawnhail—your organization, its power hierarchy. Or, you ca
"Let's get back to Belvan," Oasis said gently, sensing the pain in Ronan's voice.He then moved toward the girls, who were still trembling from the ordeal.He spoke to them softly, offering comforting words to ease their fear, and then gave Toren a light kick to wake him from his unconscious state.After a few breaths, everyone was ready to move.However, Oasis knew he needed to catch up to Garron and his group, and he wouldn’t be able to do that if he stayed with the others.!"Ohh... here," Oasis said, handing a scroll to Ronan after a moment of thought."I’ll be moving ahead. This scroll will protect you. Just inject some mana into it if you get into trouble. We’ll meet in town."The scroll was a powerful spell, a piece of his parents' legacy that he always kept with him. Oasis knew it would keep the group safe while he dealt with Garron.Without wasting any more time, Oasis took off, using his Dancing Phoenix footwork technique to move at incredible speed.He darted through the den
Without waiting for an answer, Oasis reached into his storage bracelet and pulled out his sword, Kaze no Kagutsuchi.!!!"That’s definitely a high-grade artifact," Jerek blurted out, his voice betraying a mixture of awe and fear.The others in Garron’s group, upon hearing this, suddenly realized the gravity of their situation.Garron’s earlier confidence began to waver as he reassessed the young man standing before them."Who are you, kid?" Garron asked, his tone no longer as assured as before."Oasis of Lunaris," Oasis replied simply, flicking his wrist casually as he adjusted his grip on the sword."Since it’s come to this, there’s no turning back. Either we die, or you die, kid… unless you decide to join us," Garron said, trying to maintain his composure despite the growing unease."Then, Uncle Garron, and the rest of you," Oasis began, his voice chillingly calm, "I’ll give you a few minutes to write your farewells to your families, because today shall be your last."Garron’s group