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"First of all, how on earth am I supposed to find those items listed? Elixir, Talpin and the rest? All those names? I don't even know where to find them. That was the first task I was given by the system. I can’t even use any special ability or ask help from the system because I don’t have points to use. I was granted 100 xp for unlocking the system and then had to use 80 xp to hide myself when the assassins came to find me." Xaden said, as he was munching on a piece of cookie. “Assassins?” The president asked with a shocked expression. He knew they would come after Xaden eventually to try and take his powers and the system away, but he hadn’t expected them to make their move so soon. How did they even find out that he was at the hospital? “My daughter never mentioned any assassins to me.” “They left before she came for me and brought me here. The system saved me.” Xaden replied. "Malessa told me that you said something about hearing a familiar name. Flexir, was it?" Xaden nodde
Adrian called for his daughter, Malessa and she came back into the room to join them.“Have all your questions been answered, Xaden?” She asked him and he sighed.“I doubt you both would be able to answer every question I have but for now I have enough information to work with so that should suffice. You have to understand that all this is a shock for me. All this might be normal for you but it isn’t for me. I went from thinking the world was normal to finding out that magic exists, or should I say, Manna. I went from being dirt poor to finding out I’m the heir to a grand fortune. Now I have a system that can grant me unbelievable power and I’m talking to the president of the whole country and his life is in my hands when I don’t really know how to wield the power available to me. It’s all overwhelming and it will all take a while to get used to.”“I understand, trust me. My father may have known about all this for a long time, but I recently found out as well when one of the council
Underneath the shade of an ancient tree that was in the large backyard, Malessa and Xaden began their training sessions some time later. It was the same place where her father had trained her when she first started to learn about Manna and being back here filled her with fond memories. The air resonated with the rhythmic sounds of each movement of the leaves as the wind made the branches sway, a dance of discipline and strength. Malessa, with her wisdom etched on her face, guided Xaden through the fundamental stances, emphasising on balance and precision.“Many people like to see Manna as something to bend to their will to achieve their selfish interests. In doing so they make it a slave and claim to be masters. This might seem like the way because after all, the aim of using Manna is to master it and use it to its full potential. But there is a difference between gaining mastery of an art and proclaiming yourself master over it. Manna is the very fabric of the universe, the heartbeat
Adrian was so proud of him and gave him a pat on the back when he returned to the house. He was now ready to go hunting for the ingredients needed for the cure. It was still very early in the morning but Xaden didn’t want to rest. Now that he could access Manna, he could fortify his body to go for a long time without sleep or food. Using the map, he was able to trace the location of Doctor Flexir, Xaden moved through the shadows towards the imposing residence of the Doctor. He accessed the Manna present around the compound and used it to shield himself with the darkness. He wasn’t invisible, but unless someone pointed a direct stream of light in his direction, it would be almost impossible to see him. He was only left with one day to complete his task and this evening, the president's health had deteriorated. He had to succeed at this task by all means.With each step, his heart pounded in sync with the urgency of his task but he forced himself not to let doubt make him lose focus on
[I choose to break the curse on the Alchemist.] He replied to the system.For a few seconds, there was no response from the System, then a list of instructions appeared.[To break the Alchemist’s curse…Access MannaLocate the dark curse binding the core of his powersChannel Manna to the core of his powersDirect the dark curse from his CoreAbsorb the curse.]He was fine with all the instructions except the last one. Absorb the curse? Won’t that be harmful to himself? He didn’t argue though, he knew that he just needed to focus on accomplishing his task.“Before you try to break the curse, let me give you a tip. You’re new to Manna and all it entails so you need to have an anchor.” The Doctor began to speak and Xaden looked at him in confusion.“An anchor? I don’t understand.”“When you access the Manna around you, using it for something small will be of no consequence. But for something of this magnitude, a curse that even I couldn’t break despite my expertise, you need to be groun
It took almost eight hours to successfully grow all the ingredients and when Xaden was done, he felt so tired like he had been drained of energy. “You did well for your first time, and you’re feeling fatigued because you don’t have experience in wielding Manna for this long. Over time, your body will get used to it and you can go several days doing this without feeling anything.” The Doctor said and Xaden nodded. “I’ll be fine. What’s important is getting these back to the president, time is running out, we only have a few hours left to save him.” Xaden said as he wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead. The president was already on death's door by the time he came back with Doctor Flexir and the herbs. His body had gone cold and his eyes were shut and he was barely breathing. Malessa beside her father in tears. When she saw Xaden, she immediately rushed to him, then paused when she saw the stranger beside him. She immediately became alert when she recognised the stranger as one o
President Adrian stood behind a podium, his expression a mix of joy and relief. He was finally fulfilling the promise he made to his late friend, John, Xaden’s grandfather. He had been given a second chance at life just so he could help Xaden reclaim the Knight Consortium which was his inheritance. The media got his word well. The world watched with bated breath as he prepared to share a deeply personal announcement. The room, filled with dignitaries, press, andsome citizens eager for news, hushed in anticipation. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed citizens of our great nation," Adrian's voice resonated with a gravity that held the attention of the entire audience. "Today, I stand before you not only as your president but as a grandfather who has experienced the profound joy of a family reunited. The man I am about to introduce to you may not be related to me by blood, but I see him as mine. I made an oath to a dear friend of mine to take care of him and today is one of the many ways I w
Adrian had just finished giving his speech and went to his office to get some files when suddenly, he found himself in a room in a completely different house. He was confused. He tried to open the door but it was locked. He knocked and tried to shout but got no response. When he turned around, he screamed out of shock and touched his face. His face was different, and not just his face, his body. He recognised the face. This was the face and body of Sylas Eder, the current CEO of the Knight Consortium. Sylas was Adrian’s prime suspect in the murder of Xaden’s parents several years ago though Adrian didn’t have any real proof of the crime being committed. Sylas was the step brother of Xaden’s grandfather, John. After John’s father had died and left the Consortium to him, his mother had remarried a man named Miles Eder. Sylas was Miles Eder’s son from his own first wife and had been an infant at the time. As he grew, he was envious of John’s son. He had fought to have a share in the Knig