The Tales of the Legendary Mimic : Momo

Ethan

*More salad here,"

"Can you finish that.."

"Hey have you heard"

"what. Huh.. Wait who is that.. He just hit me by without apologising"

"ooh, he was the kid that got beaten by a disciple of ours"

"Trash..anyway Heard the illusion Realm is opening..

The cafeteria buzzed with lively chatter, students filling the space with laughter, clinking trays, and the occasional outburst from overly enthusiastic groups. The scent of freshly baked bread and grilled meat lingered in the air, mixing with the sharper tang of spices. Max, flanked by the girls, finally secured a table near one of the large windows, where golden sunlight spilled in, warming the polished wooden surface.

Just good!! (sarcasm*)

Just as he settled, a stern voice pulled him from his brief respite.

"Max, since you're the only guy here, you should do the honors and get the orders."

He blinked. "Huh? Why me?"

"Because you're the only guy here," Sarah repeated with a smirk, resting her chin on her palm.

His shoulders sagged, but before he could protest further, an expectant silence hung around him. He sighed, muttering under his breath as he stood up. "Unbelievable… I survived a Xenomorph, and now I’m demoted to errand boy."

Dragging his feet, he headed toward the counter, blending into the long queue of students waiting for their meals. Just as he was about to place his order, a voice called from behind.

"Yo, what'd I miss?"

Turning slightly, Max found himself staring at Tazan—his unruly-haired, ever-shameless acquaintance—who stood scratching his head as if he had just woken up from a nap.

Max clicked his tongue. "You missed the part where I got bossed around."

Tazan grinned, flashing his crooked teeth. "Oof, rough life." Then, noticing the girls at the table, his smile widened, and he gave them an enthusiastic wave. "Ladies!"

They exchanged glances before simultaneously looking away, pretending not to notice him. The corner of Tazan’s eye twitched, but he quickly composed himself.

Before any further banter could ensue, the cafeteria atmosphere shifted. A hush fell over the space as the sound of footsteps echoed against the tiled floor. The once-rowdy students instinctively made way, parting like a tide as a figure strode in with an aura that demanded attention.

A senior had entered.

Tall, poised, and exuding effortless charisma, the young man had an aristocratic air, his sharp features and piercing eyes sweeping the crowd like a monarch surveying his domain. His presence was magnetic—enough to make some girls swoon on the spot, collapsing into the arms of their friends with dramatic sighs. Others clutched their hearts, whispering in admiration.

Unbothered by the attention, the senior approached the counter and, with a calm voice, placed his order. "Milk and cookies."

Max, still waiting for his own order, couldn’t help but glance over as he realized they had ordered the same thing—except he had ordered way too many cookies.

The senior’s gaze flicked to Max’s tray. "You planning to finish all of that?"

Max smirked. "If there’s one thing I’m talented in, it’s this."

A glint of intrigue flashed in the senior’s eyes. "Interesting. How about we put that to the test?"

A few students gasped. A duel? In eating?

Tables were quickly cleared as a small crowd gathered around. Tazan leaned over with a grin. "This is gonna be good."

"well it sounds good." Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Let's just watch. Senior Ethan is actually very popular and renowned in the students circle." Lira said almost sounding excited

"Huh?" both Sarah and Tazan were stunned as they couldn't help but curse Max for having such goodluck

Such a cute senior yet Max just had to corrupt him with his gluttony.. Hmph wait till his back!!

The contest began. Plates stacked high with cookies were placed before them, and without hesitation, they dove in. Max worked methodically—bite, chew, swallow, repeat—while the senior maintained an elegant pace, never losing composure. Crumbs scattered, milk glasses emptied, and soon enough, murmurs spread through the onlookers.

Max was winning.

The senior, despite his refined approach, gradually slowed while Max remained relentless. With one final gulp, he downed the last cookie on his plate and smirked.

"Guess talent speaks for itself."

"Indeed." Momo who was in the pack Nodded furiously as it popped out all of a sudden drolling for food.

It then hopped on Senior Ethan's soldier. Who felt surprised by its intelligence.

"That's one weird pet, where did you get this, the open world? ."He said handing it a pack of chips someone had brought over from the rumored open world

" yeah"Max said scratching his head

Ethan smiled

The senior then give momo back, setting up his robe as he reverses his aura back to that of a nobel. He stood up while sharing a gaze with Max. Silence hung for a moment before a chuckle escaped his lips. "You’re something else." He extended a hand. "The name’s Ethan. You can come see me anytime at the Inner disciple courts."

Max shook his hand, feeling the weight of recognition settle over him. It wasn’t every day that this senior acknowledged someone, let alone in front of an audience.

How. Weird.. So it was cookie and milk all along

Every disciple around felt disappointed.

One had to know Ethan was on the top ten list of the disciple of the sect and he had even broken past the Knight rank long ago.

Some even said he might have reach Rook rank.

With A attributes on 4 focuz. How weak point being Spirit. So some say he might or might not become a Saint in his lifetime unless he finds resources to help him overcome his limits.

As the cafeteria gradually returned to normal, laughter and conversation bubbling back up, the scene shifted elsewhere—far from the warmth of camaraderie, into the depths of darkness.

Elsewhere..

A cavernous lair, deep beneath the earth, pulsed with malevolent energy. The air was thick with a dense, choking mist, and the walls were slick with a strange, glistening substance that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. From the depths of the cave, a figure emerged, his silhouette barely distinguishable from the shadows that birthed him.

His scales were darker than night, lined with veins of eerie, pulsating energy. His reptilian eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he stretched, cracking his neck.

"Finally… it's time to repay my debts."

A sinister chuckle echoed through the cavern. He flexed his claws, letting dark energy course through them, relishing the power that simmered just beneath his skin. But just as he took a step forward, he stiffened.

Someone was approaching.

A slow, deliberate rhythm of footsteps tapped against the cavern floor. The lizard-like man turned, already preparing to toy with his unwelcome visitor, but the moment his eyes fell on the approaching figure, his amusement froze.

Huh?

A child.

A boy with golden hair and a sharp, pointed nose. He carried himself with an air of nonchalance, hands tucked behind his back, eyes brimming with something both ancient and dangerous.

The boy tilted his head, his lips curling ever so slightly. "Even lizards are cocky these days."

The abyss-scaled creature felt a cold shudder race down his spine. His gaze dropped to the boy’s clothing, and when he saw the markings embroidered upon them, his throat dried.

"S-Sea… L... Ling God Sect?!?!"

Terror clawed its way up his throat.

"No, no, no…" His voice shook as he instinctively took a step back. "I have to run. I can’t let those monsters catch me again!" His breath quickened. "No! The Great Destruction Dragon Race must not be shamed!"

"Hmph." The boy scoffed. "An ordinary lizard with faint dragon blood sounds so cocky."

He lifted a single finger.

"Down."

A force beyond comprehension slammed into the lizard-man, driving him to the ground with such intensity that cracks splintered beneath him. His limbs trembled under the weight of the invisible power, his pride crumbling as the golden-haired boy leisurely approached.

"A Saint!! Such a young saint!!? Soo strong. And he seems to have high spirit too!" The Lizard man thought in horror.

The child stopped a few meters away, his expression calm yet merciless. "Any last words?"

The lizard-man's breath came in ragged gasps, but before he could utter a plea, a shadow loomed over them both. A ghastly huge one.

A deep, guttural chuckle filled the air, reverberating through the cavern like rolling thunder.

"Well… let’s just say we 'lizards' are never alone."

The golden-haired boy narrowed his eyes,before he noticed something weird so he looked up"Huh.."

And There it was

The sky seemed to have been eloped with ink from the depths of darkness, black flames erupted, swallowing the world in seething, malevolent fire.

The flames enveloped him and everything but just before it did. One could see a spark appear in a millisecond at the spot he stood from afar.

"He didn't die?" The lizard man said struggling to his feet after been blow off by the Shockwave. He checked the area well but couldn't spot any one. He could only sense some spartial aura. "It seems to be a monarch aura, he probably used a talisman that be longed to one cause he gave me a Saint aura. Soo young at that?!! But... That means his rank in the God sealing sect ain't little.

This bad news, there had be more on my trail now. "

The Lizard man thought to himself before he looking up,

A spot in the sky was swallowing the fumes and flames like a black hole whirlpool.

At the point of the whirlpool one could spot a humanoid dragon framed being. He looks a lot Similar to the lizard man except the tentacles mustache on his face and reindeer horns on his head.

"Destruction dragon Race!"

"Destroy the World!!!"