Now let's rewind a bit, to a few hours ago, to when Bastian had just fainted. To others it would seem as if Bastian had lost consciousness, but to Bastian something else entirely occurred. What seemed like fainting was, in fact a far different and strange phenomenon.
Just when he was about to go outside his vision blurred and he found himself in a strange place, his entire surroundings were white, it was as if he was in a giant white room, with no end in sight.
After observing his surroundings Bastian noticed something in front of him, it was a large brown table. The table itself was nothing extraordinary...except for the picture of a large coiling dragon on its surface. The dragon was gold and its paws had two claws.
Even though it was a two dimensional drawing, Bastian felt something from the picture, a sense of déjà vu to be more exact. He could not remember where exactly he had seen this dragon.
That's when it hit him. This dragon looked eerily similar to the one that had destroyed the mountain, where the original owner of this body had been attacked!
Since Bastian now had the memories that belonged to the original owner of this body, he remembered that day. Or rather that moment stood out from all the rest, leaving a big impression on both Bastian and the boy.
The mountain dragon was something Bastian would never forget. An overwhelming sense of clarity made him realize; that dragon was alive and this dragon was a picture! These were two very different things, yet both exuded exactly the same presence! It was a feeling that was very difficult to explain.
All Bastian could feel was that this picture and the dragon at the mountain were related in some way. That's when it happened, a flood of information entered Bastian's mind once again. This time it was information on what was occurring, at this moment Bastian remembered the voice that had echoed in his mind just before his vision had blurred.
By bringing together what the voice said and the information in his mind Bastian understood what was going on. It's just that the sheer amount of information that was now in his head made him speechless.
This is what was revealed to him:
Ambevilius wanted to choose a successor, the method he chose to do it was this; from the millions of descendants he had all over the Sovereign Continent he chose one million. These candidates, or Mark Bearers, must be in the same generation and must have some sort of talent.
After the one million have been selected, the competition will begin. The winners will be the first people to slay or subdue a thousand Mark Bearers. These people then move on to the next round.
If one slays or subdues a Mark Bearer, one will gain a chance gift. This gift can be a technique, spell, rare item or even an increase in your talent. But alas most of the time it's just nothing.
The more difficult the task, the higher grade the reward will be.
If a Mark Bearer chooses to become the servant of another Mark Bearer, then it is called a successful Subduction, one cannot force a Subduction, and this has to come from the Mark Bearer's heart.
Any attempt to subdue a fellow mark bearer through means such as black mail or torture is unlikely to succeed, because if even a hint of unwillingness remains in the victim, the Subduction is not complete. The success of a Subduction is graded on the willingness of the servant to become yours, the higher the success, the greater the reward.
Titan's Marks also have grades, depending on the host's talent, with One Claw being the lowest and Five Claws being the highest. Most Mark Bearers are One to Three Claw Mark Bearers, with four being rare and five being one in a thousand. The success rating of your Subduction also depends on the amount of Claws your opponent has. The more Claws they have the higher the level of your success.
Rewards from killing a Mark Bearer also depends on two factors; one being the talent or number of Claws your opponent has, the other being how many Mark Bearers your opponent has subdued or killed.
Also, once you have killed a Mark Bearer, their talent becomes a part of you, the higher their Claw rating the more talent you receive.
The more people your opponent has under him or her, the higher your success and the greater your rewards.
Once a Mark Bearer becomes a servant to another Mark Bearer they are no longer a Mark Bearer, they become a Custodian.
All of the Custodians under a Mark Bearer must become part of a House, with the head of the house being the most trusted Custodian under the Mark Bearer in that particular House. This position is not something the Mark Bearer can change. The Mark will delve into the Mark Bearer's heart and will decide who the Mark Bearer trusts the most.
The head of the house is a Custodian called the Minister Prime, under the Minister Prime are other Ministers, under Ministers are Reverents, under Reverents are Clerks, and under Clerks are ordinary Custodians.
A group of Custodians and their Clerk are known as a House Scale, a group of Clerks and their Reverent are a House Claw, and a group of Reverents and their Minister are a House Fang. Any Reverents, Clerks or Custodians directly under a Minister Prime are part of the Prime House Fang and enjoy special privileges.
Each rank comes with its own advantages, which will be explained when the one receiving this information becomes such a person. The higher the rank the more advantages one gains.
Ministers are chosen by both the Mark Bearer and Minister Prime but all the ranks below Minister are chosen completely by their corresponding Ministers. A Minister has complete control of their House Fang.
The Minister Prime will need permission from the Mark Bearer every time they want to change the rank of anyone in another person's House Fang, and the Mark Bearer cannot change any ranks within his House directly, they require their Minister Prime for this.
The Prime House Fang is under the direct control of the Minister Prime. The Mark Bearer can do nothing to a member of a House Fang, except remove him (or her) permanently from his or her house, this decision is irreversible. Whereas the Minister Prime can add anyone to their Prime House Fang with or without the Mark Bearer's permission.
If you're a Mark Bearer you can control your House as thus: you can add or remove any people to your House, except for those in the Prime House Fang. Allocation will need the consent of yourself and one Minister, otherwise they will merely be an ordinary Custodian, without a Fang, Claw or Scale.
You can also kill anyone in your House, if a Custodian breaks a House rule and you have indisputable evidence, you have grounds to kill them without reprisal.
Since the Mark can read your mind you cannot fool it, if you kill a house member who has not broken any House rule you will lose some talent or you can choose who this punishment will affect in your House. There are five rules which all members know and follow, three invisible ones only you and your Minister Prime know, and only one that you know.
The higher the quality or quantity of Custodians within your House, the more talent you have. The area in which this talent is, depends on the members in that House.
A Mark Bearer can have a maximum of five Houses, the amount of Houses you can have depends on your talent and the number of Claws.
Each Claw represents the number of Houses you can potentially have. All of the Custodians under you have a Soul Link to you, if they even think of rebelling against you they will experience unimaginable pain, once this happens you as the Mark Bearer will be notified and have the option of killing them on the spot, but once this happens their talent is lost to you forever.
The Claws are shown on the drawing on the table, any rewards will show up on the table.
Once you have killed or subdued a thousand Mark Bearers you become a Successor, a Successor has many more privileges than other ordinary Mark bearers. The information on Successors only becomes available to a Mark Bearer once they become one.
To create a House, touch a Claw on the dragon that is on the table and operate it by will. Before a House is made you must create a name and purpose for this House.
The name you have chosen will affect every member of this House in regard to the purpose, the quality and purpose of the House depend on the talent of the first House member.
Every Mark Bearer is required to create at least one House, they cannot leave this Mark Zone until they have made at least one House. Your first Custodian will automatically go to this House, the rest in the future can be allocated by the Mark Bearer.
After ingesting this information Bastian stood up and realized the severity of the events that had transpired. Shrugging helplessly, Bastian moved toward the table. He pressed his hand and followed the instructions in his mind. He just wanted to leave this creepy place, so he randomly picked a House name and a cool sounding purpose. He chose a name he had heard during his time on Earth whilst travelling the world.
"I name my first House Umtunzi Welanga, its purpose shall be to achieve the impossible with a spirit as indomitable as the Sun."
Once he had said this, Bastian experienced an odd sensation, he suddenly gained the ability to perceive both what was in this room and what his real body was experiencing, and it was an indescribable experience.
It was at this time he suddenly heard voices talking, he decided to remain in the Mark Zone and listen to what was happening outside. It was at this moment that the Captain asked Ben for his opinion
This leads to the current predicament. Bastian had already left the Mark Zone, but his eyes were still closed, in this odd situation, and after hearing the discussions the mercenaries had, Bastian put two and two together and realized a very important fact, he was going to be sold to a slave merchant!
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In the spacious white room which Bastian had just left, the dragon picture materialized and came to life. As soon as it did, it bowed its head to a misty black silhouette of a man, which appeared from nowhere. The dragon spoke first.
"Greetings master, I have urgent news to report."
"Speak," beckoned the silhouette.
"This Mark Bearer has created a House named in the language of the Earthen Sages!" said the dragon, somewhat high pitched, clearly showing it's excitement.
"Oh, how interesting, it would seem I have chosen rather an interesting lad. What name did the boy choose for his House?"
"Umtunzi Welanga, Master. Its purpose is to achieve the impossible with a spirit as indomitable as the Sun."
"Hahahahaha." The silhouette laughed as soon as he heard the dragon's response. "What an interesting name, it truly fits its purpose. I dare say this is the most impressive House name yet."
"Master I know not what these words mean, all I can tell is that it is the language of the earthen sages."
The silhouette knew what the dragon was saying, the dragon was curious as to what the name meant.
"Little dragon, words have power, especially names and especially in the language of the Earthen Sages. Its meaning should not be mentioned lightly. I can definitely tell you that this boy knew what these words meant.
If you're curious you can ask him yourself! I'm more curious about how a mere mortal knows such an ancient tongue. Excellent work, as your reward, I permit you to come before the boy once before he becomes a Successor. Is there anything else?"
"No Master that is all, this servant has to say." Immediately after the silhouette disappeared, the dragon raised its head and snorted in disdain.
It did not see how allowing itself to show before its Mark Bearer is a reward, when he only has a rating of Two Claws. But it was curious. Just how did a mere human know a tongue so ancient that even it did not know?
Authors note: for those curious as to what language Umtunzi Welanga is, I will give you a clue, it's not English ;). I personally guarantee that you will most likely get the answer wrong, no matter what G****e tells you lol.
Bastian's mind was in chaos. Too many things had happened in such a short period of time. He hadn't had enough time to adjust. First he had reincarnated into another person's body, then he learned that he was in another world, and then he realized he was part of some weird inheritance game. Now to top it all off, he is now being sold as a slaveBastian could not help but mentally sigh at these events. In his past life he was a terminally sick person. He had had time to mentally prepare for death. Fate however played a trick on him, placing him in a situation where he, a man who was even prepared for death, felt miserable.Well when life throws you lemons...Bastian quickly accepted his fate and decided to run with his new identity. Since he already had the memories belonging to the body's original owner, Sebastian Tirius, he would not have a hard time adjusting.<
Chapter 5- Impossible!Ben was in a jovial mood. As he walked to the borders of the camp he whistled, further displaying how happy he was. He greeted many people along the way, something he rarely every did. Even going as far as to help lift up a person he had bumped into. This kind behavior was not something the proud and clever Ben usually had, but today was a special occasion.Ben finally had the chance to stuff it to a noble, the kind who had enslaved him and made his life miserable. All of his loved ones were tortured or killed by them.He had been saving the incado grass so he could sell it, but he felt that this outcome was definitely more pleasing. Money is money. Vengeance, cures the soul, or so he thought.He arrived to the boundary of the camp. It had been roughly a day since he had stuffed the boy with the herb. So he should be waking up around this time. Not to mention it almost time to sell the brat. As soon as he arrived however, he once again met an unexpected circumst
The girl stuttered, "Y-you! How did you?"Bastian replied, "You can ask me whatever you want, but I can't guarantee that I will answer."Ben saw that his master had thrown the girl's words right back at her. He was very pleased at seeing her distressed look. There was something, however he didn't quite understand."Master, what did you mean by 'House' and 'Custodian'?"Bastian was about to talk, when he was interrupted by the girl, "Don't you dare tell this filth anything, or else!""Or else what?" Bastian looked straight at the girl, as he challenged her. "I can keep quiet if you want, but in return I want you to answer a few of my own questions. Of course, I will take an oath to the heavens to never tell anyone!"The girl looked very unhappy. Her brows creased, as if she were contemplating something. After a few breaths worth of time, she sighed."Very well, I will answer your questions, but first you have to tell me how you got to know about this." said the girl in resignation.Bas
Chapter 8- ScorpionNow we are back to our current time. The girl was staring defensively at Bastian and Ben. She wasn't sure what they were up to.Bastian: "Here is what I propose: I make an oath to get you and I out of slavery to the best of my ability, and you make an oath to protect my life until I reach my Kingdom safely and take back my throne. Both of us will swear oaths to never reveal each other's secrets, deal?"This was definitely not what she was expecting. She was not only surprised that the boy was a King. He also proposed something that benefited both parties, even though he had the advantage.Wait, protect? How does he know I can fight?Bastian: "If you're wondering how I know you can fight, it's your shackles! I only had my legs shackled, yet you had both your arms and legs shackled. Not to mention, I can also tell that your shackles are enchanted. I'm a noble, so I'm very familiar with enchanted objects."The girl was impressed, his observations were spot on. She was
Chapter 9- The Five ElementsIn the middle of a vast desert, a long procession of people was moving in a single file. In that procession, there were many types of people.Some were in chains and were shackled, walking barefoot. Some were in mobile cages, being moved by horses, others were riding horses themselves whilst holding whips, shouting at the shackled slaves who were moving slowly. From time to time the sound of a whip lashing human flesh could be heard, immediately followed by a scream.In one of the mobile cages, Bastian and his new friend, or rather his bodyguard, Enetty a.k.a. V, were sitting. Bastian was sitting cross legged, meditating. Whilst V was sitting there lazily. They had gotten used to the screams, or rather Bastian had. Due to her history, V wasn't bothered in the slightest.Her companion on the other hand wasn't so calm. Part of Bastian's soul was from modern day earth, where such things would have been seen as being atrocious. Thankfully, he had his other hal
In a large auction hall, in one of the private rooms sat an old man. He was quite large and had an extremely sharp expression. He had a sword-like aura that seemed to define him, sharp and dangerous. This old man was wearing a long white robe. He had a few attendants with him, all dressed simply, just like he was."My Lord, it would seem that there is something worth buying today." said the attendant closest to the old man."Bah! You're wasting your breath. There is nothing in this tiny city that I, the Great General Moto, could possibly want. Lang, I really can't understand why you would bring me to such a boring event." said the old man in a somewhat annoyed tone."I assure you my Lord there is something. Rumor has it that there are two high quality slaves being auctioned."The old man immediately turned to look towards his attendant. Seeing that his master was paying attention, the attendant, whose name was Lang, was feeling pleased with himself and so, he continued on."Apparently
They sat on the cold, hard dungeon floor, neither one spoke a word. Struck by the gripping disdain of a failed plan, the just allowed the silence to prevail. V was annoyed. Although the situation was dire, she was only annoyed by the turn of events.Due to her upbringing, she had a very strong mentality, so she still had a good head on her shoulders. Bastian was thinking, trying to come up with a plan, he had no idea what they should do, but he didn't let that faze him.Bastian was a scientist in his previous life. He was used to constantly trying to solve problems. Added to that is the fact that he had already accepted death in his previous life. As a result, his mind had the fortitude of two souls. It was not strange at all that he was calm.He wasn't afraid of death, nor was he afraid of capture. He simply wanted to enjoy his new life as much as possible.During his moments of thinking about cultivation, Bastian had an idea."I can control the flakes around me; can't I do the same
Chapter 11- Freaks of NatureThey sat on the cold, hard dungeon floor, neither one spoke a word. Struck by the gripping disdain of a failed plan, the just allowed the silence to prevail. V was annoyed. Although the situation was dire, she was only annoyed by the turn of events.Due to her upbringing, she had a very strong mentality, so she still had a good head on her shoulders. Bastian was thinking, trying to come up with a plan, he had no idea what they should do, but he didn't let that faze him.Bastian was a scientist in his previous life. He was used to constantly trying to solve problems. Added to that is the fact that he had already accepted death in his previous life. As a result, his mind had the fortitude of two souls. It was not strange at all that he was calm.He wasn't afraid of death, nor was he afraid of capture. He simply wanted to enjoy his new life as much as possible.During his moments of thinking about cultivation, Bastian had an idea."I can control the flakes ar
The streets of Yani City were abandoned for the city was under siege. The usual hustle and bustle of the markets, the shouting and cursing from the arena and the footsteps of civilians were now like ghosts of memories past. No one would have accepted that this was a previously active peak C-class city. Repeated attacks from previous years had taught them many a painful lesson, especially when it came to evacuation procedures. The entire city had been safely evacuated to a large underground bunker by the Dwight family members.As the de facto leaders of the city, they had the ability to mobilise all city resources under them. The troops provided by the Yorks made sure the civilians followed the orders and kept the peace while the Cole provided provisions. The large bunker was under the stewardship of the Oxlade family.At an intersection, in one of the richest districts in the city, an area considered just outside the Dwight family compound, stood a relaxed Guy, looking at the sky. He
Let's rewind time a bit to understand what was happening. All the bigshots of the Cole family and Shasha family had gathered together. Bastian had put together a plan, and they were getting told what to do."First is the southern wall. This will be the only defensive battle on our hands, so it makes sense to have most of our soldiers there. Vermaelen will take most of General Moto's soldiers and hold the wall for us. This job is probably the most simple yet most pivotal.The aquatic daemons will have to climb over the wall to have any chance, so all Vermaelen has to do is keep them away from the wall. If that's hard, then take care of them if they climb it."Vermalaen grunted in response. General Moto was uncomfortable handing her his troops, but he trusted Bastian so he nodded, giving his blessing."Both Sula and General Moto, select and take the most elite soldiers from both armies and make a second group. This group shall move in tandem with Tino
Every ten or so years Yani City would accept a new batch of mercenaries within their city. The unsuspecting mercenaries usually came from far away lands, so they had no clue regarding the tragedies that would befall them from the horde. On the Sovereign Continent, wars were as numerous as the stars in the night sky.Plenty of cities and countries would rely on mercenaries to deal with the problems that plagued the, with Yani city being no exception. The difference between the weak and strong however became apparent at this point, with the strong cites having strong home grown armies.Onismo York stood above a pile of daemon corpses.These were some of the birds that had made it over the wall. Onismo had stationed his men just behind the west and north side of the wall just in case the mercenaries were overwhelmed.The man was adorned in armour from head to toe while his right hand held a large battle axe that was far bigger than what his body should be able
Kitrid started breaking into a cold sweat, because Meera's point was quite valid. Best way to deal with a horde this size is to deal with the alpha. The problem was that in this case the alpha might be too strong for them to handle, so Kitrid was not sure how they were going to go about it."What is taking Tyson so long? The support he promised should be here by now" Kitrid was fighting on the east wall facing the south east direction from which the horde was coming from. Due to the fact that his troops faced the full brunt of the horde, the elder council had promised support. Tyson Cole represented the elders by giving his word that he would send reinforcement if they were in dire straits.At the moment they had lost thousands of men. Thousands more were injured and even more were to fall in battle if this were to continue. The birds in the sky and the beasts on the ground formed a perfect combination minimizing all the advantages Kitrid and his troops had. 
Bastian sat in the Cole family garden. It was a charming botanical wonder full of flowers Bastian had never seen before and well trimmed trees and hedges in neat little rows. Soon the plan would be put into action, and Bastian's mind had been racing. Several gardeners were tending to the maize of stunning flora. His clothes were fine and comfortable, provided by Tyson Cole while Bastian had been living under his house to prepare for the ensuing battle that was to come. His hair was growing again, in fact he found it grew quite quickly, but Bastian had become accustomed to keeping it short.He had been taking walks in Tyson Cole's garden more frequently in the past few days, choosing to seclude himself in meditative isolation as much as he possibly could, and he knew why. Since the deafening roar – no, that was too recent – since he had woken up in a foreign body in this foreign land and trapped with this foreign soul inside him that claimed to have become a
She regained her footing and prepared to fire again. The thunderbird was busy snapping at something. She realised it was one of her men that the alpha thunderbird must have snatched as it swept over the wall.A few more chomps and it swallowed, leaving a dismembered leg to fall limp to the ground. Meera conjured another bow and began firing arrow-lances like crazy. With amazing agility it dodged them all and returned for another bite.it was clear the alpha was faster and stronger than normal thunderbirds, but Meera kept firing. As it swept over the wall again it snatched up another soldier with its tremendous jaws and took another one in its talons. The soldier trapped in its talons was still alive and was struggling to get free. The alpha thunderbird simply squeezed and there was a crunching noise. The soldier stopped struggling. The talons released him and he fell limp all the way to the hard ground.The alpha thunderbird made another hundred and eighty degree
He was one of Kit's commanders and had been charged to hold the eastern wall. Now as the behemoths came closer he found that all the thoughts that had plagued him earlier. All the uncertainty seemed to fade away. Now his mind was clear, except for one thought. It was of her. He imagined her waiting for him in the city after the battle, and held on tight to the memory. They were getting closer now. Large, herbivorous behemoths with three large horns arranged in a triangle; two on its head and one on at the tip of its snout. They shook the earth as they knocked down anything in their way. If they got through then the city would definitely fall.Suddenly something heavy came down on him. He hadn't expected it. It knocked his horse over, throwing him to the ground. it was the corpse of a thunderbird that had been slain in mid-air. As he fell he spun around and kicked the thunderbird into the path of an oncoming behemoth. The lumbering beast tripped on the corpse, resulting in a d
Yani city itself was situated on a large desert island. the island itself was about the size of a small country. The daemon horde usually came from the far south east region of the island where there was a vast jungle that had not yet been consumed by the desert. While the inhabitants of the city could leave whenever they wanted, the island happened to be rich in one thing: minerals, and lots of them. This is what had drawn humans to the island and forced them to stay. Now the city was thriving and it was too late to turn back.As Kit scanned the horizon all he could see was sand and trees until the point where the sky touched the ground. But there was no doubt about it, the horde was coming. He turned around on Valo, to face his men."Listen." He said, calmly. His voice was loud and clear, and as the archers on top of the walls were all cultivators he knew he didn't have to speak very loud for them to hear him. "Can you hear it?" as the wind faded into the backg
Kit took a deep breath. His heart was racing, but his mind was surprisingly clear. Maybe he just couldn't hear himself think against the blaring noise of the sirens of Yani city warning them all of what was coming, a constant reminder of the impending doom in Kit's ears.His uniform was new, or it may have been Kit had never seen actual battle, which did little to inspire his men's faith in him. He led a band of mercenaries that had been hired by the elders of the city about ten years earlier for this very purpose. It was less a band and more like a small army and for ten years they had known the horde was coming. They had talked about this day, trained for it, and waited for it for ten years. Now the day had arrived and the city expected to get its money's worth.It was obvious that the past ten years had been all talk for most of the mercenaries belonging to the avenging shield mercenary group. They wore light black leather uniform. Kit, their commander,