The Four Masters took the stage and broke each other’s records.
Dubril Zha: 328.
Corio Zha: 346.
Bushin Zha: 387.
Ashang Zha: 502.
“Are you kidding me?” people were gasping, especially after hearing Ashang Zha’s number. “He killed five-hundred beasts without even suffering a scratch?”
“The First Master is a monster! He killed the mountain lion that has killed so many warriors.”
“The other masters are not far from him either. They’re monsters, too!”
“If they hadn’t been protecting a lot of warriors and taking care of a lot of things, they would have killed many more.”
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WHIT 60 - PLANS IN MOTION
“Hundred is a great number, but unfortunately, it’s still not enough to get you a wish,” Jorga told Edgar, expecting what the boy was going to ask. “But if you’re willing to stay in this town for the next ten years, then I can grant you a dignitary token, with which you can buy goods and resources for reduced prices anywhere in the town.” “I don’t want a token,” Edgar straightforwardly said. “Give me money if you can.” “How dare this kid demand things from the council!” some onlookers rebuked him. “Just because you killed some beasts, you think you can ask whatever you want?” Jorga raised his hand, and the people stopped. After discussing with the council members for a minute, Jorga said, “We’ve always given resources as rewards instead of money, but we’ll make an ex
WHIT 61 - RECORD KILLS
“Eh?” “I-Isn’t that the Hill Bull?” “This senile woman killed that thing? Impossible!” “Even my brother from the defense squad couldn’t stop that thing. So many guards tried and failed to kill that. How can she defeat that thing?” As people were blatantly raising questions, Jorga asked, “What do you have to say to this, madam?” “If they stop barking, I will finish my job here quickly,” the old woman’s reply stunned everyone. “This old hag wants to die!” “How dare she talk like that in front of the council. If not for her age, I would have slapped her!” Not minding the people’s opini
WHIT 62 - THE RAIN COMES AND THE PEOPLE GO
The sun in the skies wasn’t shining as much as he usually did over the past few months.Every adult in the town was busy doing something. Some were mourning the loss of their loved ones. Some were repairing the broken houses and damaged property. Some were leaving the town having made profits or suffered losses. But in all of them, the memories of the Burden War were still fresh.Children were also busy playing. Even though the parents told them to stay inside, they sneaked out eventually. And they were living in their own little worlds, playing with the monster parts and being innovative and all.Meanwhile, Harley was in the south-east end of the town. He found some beasts bodies in quick mud, but there wasn’t a single sheep among them. “What happened to the sheep? Even if they somehow managed to
WHIT 63 - PUSHING THE LIMITS
“The rain has come, but the people are leaving,” said Fabby. “Maybe we should also get going.” “Mm,” he nodded and smiled. Just then the innkeeper entered the hall to check how the construction was going on; however, when he noticed Edgar and Fabby standing outside, he immediately scuttled over to them. But after coming closer, he didn’t know how to start the conversation. Edgar glanced back, only to get startled upon seeing the innkeeper’s face so close. “Whoa, you scared me.” “I-I’m sorry. I was enjoying the rain, too,” said Saiga. He didn’t know what else to say. “Oh, okay,” Edgar moved to the side. “You can enjoy it now.” “U-Uh, yeah,” Saiga kept looking toward the sky a
WHIT 64 - DINNER AND DEPARTURE
After bathing and getting ready, the siblings came downstairs and were invited into the VIP dining room where Saiga’s family was waiting. So many food varieties they never saw let alone tasted before were waiting for them on the classy glass dining table. Mutton soup. Cured meat. Fish. Eggs. Pickle. White rice. Freshly baked bread. Cheese. Roasted meat. And more. And the siblings couldn’t help but swallow their saliva. They were thinking he would have prepared some vegetable rice at best, but this was above and beyond their expectations. “Please take your seats,” Saiga’s wife, Christina, said. The siblings sat on the opposite side, and she personally served them food. “Don’t be shy. All of these are made just for you.” Fabby was utterly baffled. She didn’t know why t
WHIT 65 - THE HUMAN SHELL [VOL 04 - THE GRAY IN THE HEART]
The next morning after the siblings started their journey from Orseya. Edgar and Fabby traveled on a horse cart toward the north-east. Currently, they were eating breakfast at a road-side hotel together with the driver, an adult man in his late fifties. Some customers at the hotel were giving Fabby weird and funny looks as they murmured about her bald head. One of the waiters, a child, also asked if she was born bald, to which she replied saying no. The child kept asking more questions, but she didn’t answer most of them, saying he’s not worthy to know answers to such personal questions. While many men focused their attention on her, despite her bald head, she felt a bit uncomfortable. “Have you never seen a woman before?” Edgar raised his voice at them, making them
WHIT 66 - THINK TO TURN
Fabby noticed that there were at least forty jars in the back of the cart. She could smell ale from them. “Where are we carrying all this ale?” “Ah, Mr. Saiga told me to sell this ale along the way,” replied the driver, his eyes on the road. “Can you sell all this in just a couple of days?” There should be at least a couple hundred hundred liters in there, she thought. “The owner of the hotel we stopped by an hour back asked me to sell all of them, but because we didn’t agree with the price, I didn’t sell.” “Oh,” she was pleasantly surprised, “it seems that ale is in rich demand.” “Yes. After the beast tide, the rivers become dirty for a while, and the adults don’t drink milk, so…”
WHIT 67 - DELUSIVE PRACTICES
“If you don’t want to get cut into pieces, then give us all your valuables,” the head of the bandits, a six-and-half foot tall man, was smiling confidently as Edgar approached. Edgar put the ale case down and said, “There’s ale inside. This is all I can give.” “A few jars of ale won’t even last a night for us. Give us money. And of course, any and all valuables that you got.” “I can’t,” Edgar was blunt. “If you don’t like it, then let’s fight.” “Huh?” the bandits were surprised by his straightforwardness that came across as being more reckless. Why is this brat not afraid of the weapons they were wielding? Surely, he wasn’t thinking that these weapons were just for show, or was he? “Don’t get my brother wrong, rowdy brot