Cassio lay in bed, his teeth gnashing in disappointment as he clenched his fists tightly. Why can't I create my Will Body?! Why am I so useless?! Despite all the rigorous training I can't do anything?!He tried standing up but his entire body hurt very badly, he couldn't perform such an action. He could only lie back helplessly and let out a deep sigh. I need to be stronger so that I can avenge the people I truly loved and was indebted to. Being weak won't make me get back at the barbaric Chaldeans and corrupted Hall of Corruption! He didn't include the Cthulhu Cult in his plans for revenge currently because they had not killed anyone dear to him. Although he might hunt them down in the future when he got the strength, the drive to kill them wasn't as strong as the drive to vanquish the Chaldeans and Hall of Corruption.Soon there was a soft knock on the door, a soft voice asking, "Can I come in?""Yes," Cassio said with a low voice. He couldn't raise his voice because he was very wea
That night Cassio stood at the window looking outside, his mind filled with thoughts. I thought I was the one who felt more pain losing Patrick and Joana in a day. I didn't know there was her sister who would find the whole news devastating. I don't know how deep the pain she's feeling now but it must be definitely greater than all the pain I've felt, including the pain of losing my memory.He stared at Medusa who was sleeping soundly in his bed, tucked under the bedsheet. Her eyes were shut tightly, her lips pursed and her face bearing a sad expression. Seeing her in this condition he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.This is the last person in the Patrick family, he thought within himself. As Joana's sister my obligation is to protect her and make her happy at all costs. It doesn't matter if I die trying. I won't be that loser who was saved by Joana at the expense of her life. Thinking about this make tears freely flow down his cheeks. He didn't try to suppress the tears and le
Boom! Boom! Boom!More explosions occured in the castle, flames of fire rising high into the air. The fake knights all fought off the zombies which were bursting out of the ground every minute, gradually overwhelming them. Outside the castle walls were unknown true knights trying to breech into the castle, using their powers to the fullest. But there were also true knights of Camelot standing on the walls engaged with a fierce battle with them in order to prevent the Intruders from besieging the castle.Standing several meters away from the onslaught was a man dressed in a black robe with hood, his right hand clutched around a very dark figurine. This figurine had an octopus head with countless tentacles and a humanoid body. These tentacles were embedded with countless eyeballs which seemed very lifelike, possessing nightmarish vitalities."We will get the Cthulhu Mythos and unleash nightmare in the Cosmos!" the man said. "We will awaken Cthulhu!"After saying this an extremely malevo
As Cassio ran he slashed at zombies which came his way, reducing them to mere wisps of smokes. Medusa who was behind him couldn't help but feel a deep sense of security as she held onto him, closing her eyes as he ran with so much speed and agility.Boom!A fireball exploded some meters away from them, crumbling that entire part of the building in front of them. More puffs of smoke filled the whole castle, clouding up Cassio's vision.There's no how to get out of the castle without jumping through that window, Cassio thought to himself as he looked outside the window in the hallway. There were more zombies coming out of the ground or shadows, slaying the fake knights while there were unknown true knights who were locked in an intense battle with the true knights. When these unknown knights were killed, they would immediately transform into zombies and continue their onslaught."How are we getting out of here?" Medusa asked in fright as she looked around her. They were on the fourth fl
The General scoffed as he looked at Cassio with amusement, "we'd because you were able to tank my lightning attacks doesn't make you suddenly invincible. I am still a Tier four General while you're nothing but a Tier two Swordsman." "..." Hearing the General's statement Ken was get shocked. Just earlier Cassio had being struggling through his training and now he was a Tier two knight? This was the most shocking thing he had encountered in his entire lifetime! Wait, he thought within himself. What if he had always being a true knight but hadn't been able to utilize his knight abilities because of his memory loss? Well, that sounds feasible. He might have recovered his memory. But how did he tank the lightning bolts which killed other knights below Tier four? What other secret is this lad holding? Cassio sized up the man with coldness in his eyes as he said, "Invincibility doesn't lie in power level." "Whatever," the General said. "Now is your time to die!" "Then allow me to.
"There's one more thing you need to know as a true knight," Walter said to Ethan as they walked along a forest path. "The more knowledge about martial art you accumulate, the more your Will Body will develop. In fact these knowledge will be inscribed on the surface of your Will Body, feeding it." "So since you've already told me about the Dragon Scale Art, I've learnt it?" Ethan asked. Since his Will Body was able to accumulate inscriptions of knowledge he had gotten, he figured out he would be able to learn that martial art. The Dragon Scale Art was a martial art Walter mentioned he practised. It focused on hardening the body against physical and magical attacks. Walter had mentioned that he was the only one in this generation who knew that martial art. This was because he had come across it in a mission and had hidden it from his teammates. About the team he was in, Walter didn't mention. It seemed like a secret. "That's an intelligent question," Walter replied. "But you've not stu
Around 4 O'clock in the morning, Cassio got out of bed, took his saber and went out of the castle. If it hadn't being for his strong dignity he would have tested his Swordsman climbing abilities right now.There was a drizzle, clouds blocking the moon. So everywhere was dark and hazy. Cassio wouldn't have seen anything if he hadn't being a Swordsman. As a true knight he was a hundredfold times better than even the best peak fake knight around.I can't believe I have being a Swordsman all this time, he thought within himself as he continued walking across a familiar path. He was headed towards Ken's training ground. It was high time he completed his training successfully.After some minutes he arrived at the training ground and stood for some time. Last time I was really weak and couldn't achieve anything. Right now I can be considered strong. I wonder how Ken would be feeling right now, seeing that I've always being a Swordsman. And Ethan, he would be so dumbfounded. When I become Ken
Cassio and Ken trained till 7 O'clock in the morning before stopping. By now they were sweating as if they had partook in a marathon, their clothes drenched in perspiration. So they ended the training to prepare for the day.The sun was not yet out, a red haze stuck in the sky. The castle guards could already be seen at their posts while the knights were walking about in groups. There were still aftermaths of the previous battle as seen in the broken walls and cracked grounds. They had not yet being fixed and were still under construction.Cassio walked into the castle, ignoring the gazes of the other knights who had seen or heard what he had done earlier. It had become news that this 15-year old kid was already a Swordsman and had fought and killed the General who had almost killed the crowned prince, saving him from death."It's said he's cultivated the Dragon Scale Art!" a guard said."Impossible!" another guard said."How do you think he was unscathed from the barrage of lightning
Cassio and the others who were present on the battlefield and were still alive were healed by the clergyman who had just arrived to stop Walter. He was a Rank six Archbishop of the Church of the Moon and currently oversaw all the affairs of Arthur's City in place of the Prelate who wasn't always around. Like the other clergymen he was cladded in a white robe with silver threads embroidered across, a silver pendant with a moon emblem hanging down his neck. His hair was white as snow while his eyes were as blue as the sea and calm as the morning breeze. His aura soothed everything around, making the battle scene seem like a paradise. Unfortunately apart from Cassio, Ken and Louis every other knight who had attacked Walter lost his life. All of their corpses had being mangled beyond recognition, their armous shredded. "He's being dealt with," the Archbishop said as he pointed at Walter who was now unconscious with his right hand. His action was very smooth and graceful, making the t
A young girl walked towards a castle casually. She had sea blue eyes and white long hair resting on her shoulders, her facial appearance gorgeous. She was dressed in a white floral gown, making her look more graceful like a swan. But within those eyes which appeared calm, were waves of turbulence which seemed to swallow whoever looked into them.Soon she got close to the castle and saw several guards standing there with their long spears. They were all dressed in black full body armours with a red dragon emblem imprinted upon them. They all narrowed their eyes within the helmet visors when they saw her."Halt!" one of them shouted as he pointed his spear at her. "How did you breach the castle's defenses?"The young girl smiled before turning back to glance in a particular direction, "It was a casual stroll past those guards."The other guards couldn't help but look at each other before thrusting their spears at her. They didn't know if she had dealt with the other guards or sneaked in
As the clergyman stepped forward, the other knights couldn't help but tighten their grips around their swords. With the power of a Priest, there was nothing this fugitive would do to escape right now. He was nothing but a magician at the Magic Circle array and a knight at the Will Projecting tier. There was no way he was going through the entire army of Arthur's City plus the clergymen who can change circumstances with mere words. It was said that powerful ones could affect reality itself by just saying it. Apart from knights and magicians, clergymen were another group of insanely powerful individuals favoured by the Supreme Goddess!"You can choose to give up and resist, Walter Anderson," the Priest said. "You've suffered a lot and need to be relieved of your resentment."Walter slowly pointed his sword at the Priest before saying, "You're right. I've suffered a lot and need to relieve my resentment. And that's why I must not be captured!"Sword of Crying Phoenix!He immediately empl
Cassio walked around the market through the crowd of people as he looked at the items for sale. Many people cast their gazes at him in horror as they moved away to maintain a distance. No, they were looking at something wrapped around his neck."That kid...he's wrapping a mutated python around his neck like some accessory!""He killed it?""Definitely. Look, it's still bleeding!""He looks like one of the knights. He's so young!""Wait, isn't that the style of cloth for the royal bodyguards?""This kid must be terrifying!""Didn't you hear? He's Cassio Patrick, Prince Ken's bodyguard! It's said he's even a Swordsman!""Unbelievable!"While the knowledgeable commoners conversed among themselves, the ordinary ones listened with rapt attention as they asked questions. Of course Cassio heard them but he proceeded to walk without saying anything.Suddenly he heard several bells chime, signifying an alarm. Soon several knights ran through the markets, ordering everyone to retreat into their
Cassio moved along with Medusa silently, evading the guards who were patrolling the castle even in broad daylight. He sometimes used the trees as covers and sometimes the statues. Several times the guards would hear footsteps which no doubt belonged to Medusa (who wasn't as nimble as Cassio) and run in that direction. But by the time they were there Cassio was long gone with Medusa. He moved like the wind.Soon they successfully arrived a concealed tunnel on Medusa's direction. This tunnel had a metallic door blocking it. Medusa didn't fret as she took out a hairpin from within her dress, slotting it into the keyhole before turning it professionally."How long have you been doing this?" Cassio couldn't help but ask. With the way Medusa was familiar with the whole lockpick it seemed she had used years to practise this action before becoming a master at it.Click!The door was unlocked and Medusa pushed it open with a smile, "First time I came to the castle I was so depressed and left o
Medusa clutched her stomach as Cassio led her to the servants quarters. As they went through the hallway she couldn't help but stagger like a drunkard as she blabbered. She even pressed her face to Cassio's face and muttered something about a god coming down to cook for her. Cassio was dumbfounded.I didn't know my cooking would be terrifying, Cassio thought to himself as he continued holding the girl. She slowly directed him to her room and opened the door. As a maidservant assigned to the prince's bodyguard, she was privileged to have a room of her own even though it wasn't grand. It was actually small with a small bed and a wooden cupboard. Despite this it was very clean without any sign of dust or cobweb.Cassio couldn't help but become embarrassed as he remembered the situation of his room. It was always very untidy if not for Medusa who always came to clean it up. This was due to his extreme laziness which was unparalleled just like his culinary abilities.Shifting the thought o
Clang! Clang! Clang!Series of white lights flashed as two blades clashed with each other. One was the blade of a large broadsword half the size of a adult while the other belonged to a saber."Being a knight is all about surviving!" Ken yelled as he continued attacking Cassio, forcing the latter to go defensive. He didn't even give him a slight chance of attacking. "One second of lagging and you're dead!"Cassio's hands were now becoming numb as he blocked Ken's terrifying strikes. Even though this Boxer had reduced his power by a big margin, his strength was still terrifying. When the two blades collided, Cassio could feel his blood boil. Every organ in his body screamed in pain as he blocked Ken's sword strikes.Ken slashed at Cassio's chest, his broadsword tearing through the air. Silvery ripples appeared in the sword's direction, heading alongside the sword towards Cassio.I've always being weak all my life, Cassio thought within himself as he lunged forward. I've never had a cha
There was silence in the underground cave for some moments before the genie cleared his throat and transformed into a little child with a puff of smoke. This child looked very normal and was dressed like a noble child, golden ornaments decorating his body. Seeing this Philemon couldn't help but widen his eyes which were shining brightly. He felt like snatching the genie lamp right now and becoming the genie's master. If he wished for more wishes that would be insane! Wishing for more genies would be unimaginable! On the other hand the Chief remained very reserved as he said, "There's no problem with that wish so you can grant it with immediate effect." This is why I don't do business with magicians, the genie couldn't help but frown slightly as he closed his eyes, "Coming up!" He then rubbed his chubby hands together, causing an ethereal energy to surround him. The cave trembled for moments as this ethereal energy split into several other energies. These energies had different
Some miles away from Arthur's City, Camelot's capitalSeveral horses neighed as they galloped across the desert, their long legs digging deep into the hot sands. The riders were all dressed in black outfits which seemed like bandages, hoods over their heads and masks covering their mouths. Scythes were strapped their sides or backs, their eyes narrowing with fierce gazes. This was none other than the Chaldeans, the most powerful and notorious bandits in Camelot. Now the Chaldeans had increased in number and they were now about one hundred skilled bandits.As they rode, only one individual remained in the front of the caravan. His eyes were even more fiercer than the rest and he had a terrifying aura around him. He would occasionally lashed at his black horse, making it neigh as it galloped faster. The others also did the same, following closely behind him.After riding for about an hour, the man in front, who was obviously the leader of the Chaldeans, halted. He raised his left hand u