“Oi, wake up. Hey!”
Some words woke Edgar up. The orange-haired boy was sitting in the chair next to Edgar’s bed, eating peas. He was a bit shorter and much leaner than Edgar. His skin was also on the darker side.
“Finally, you’ve been sleeping for like two days. I thought you were dead or something.”
“You’re…”
“Ah, right,” he was tapping his thighs. “I’m Bontu. Bontu Das. And you are...”
“Edgar.”
“Okay, Edgar. You should bathe and get ready.”
“For what?”
“What else? Work. All of us can start from today.”
“Do we have to work?”
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WHIT 75 - WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE
Diver landed on an outwardly extended rock on a cliff that was at a height of about eleven hundred meters above the mount. There was a board nearby that read ‘Boar Woods.’ In front were tall sturdy trees. They could only see one boar in the distance, and it was feeding on a dead deer. “So, we have to kill boars, huh,” Edgar had a guess. “I wish I got a different mission,” replied Fabby, “but everyone has to pick their first ever mission through the lottery it seems. And I got this.” Edgar was observing the boar. “How many should we kill?” “At least six, but not more than ten,” said Fabby, sounding sad. “There’s an upper limit, too?” Edgar was surprised. “Otherwise, the disci
WHIT 76 - THE NEW ONE
“Was that enough?” an long-faced old man in a black and gray cloak asked in a rough voice, holding a single-edged sword with blue patterns on it. He was tall and slim and had a long ponytail. He suffered some stab wounds and some cuts. The five fingers of his left hand had rings made of different metal. He was Gavin Beyza. Standing at about fifty feet away from him was a light green-, light white-haired old man who had his ear and his left arm cut from the previous attack. But tree roots rose out of the ground and stitched his left arm and left ear back. He had suffered more wounds than Gavin and lost more blood. As a result, he was gasping. He was Reso Green. He was dressed in violet robes. There was utter destruction all around those two for hundreds of meters. Reso snorted. “Fine. I’ll let him be the new one f
WHIT 77 - FISHING
Three young people were fishing at Trout Pond that was about twenty acres wide. They were sitting on a small boulder so as to hide themselves from the nearby fish. Once every few minutes, Diver came flying down and dove into the pond and then came out of the waters, holding two trout in its mouth. When it tried to swallow them both, one of them fell back into the waters below, but the other one went down its throat. “To think we only got one evergreat coin for our first mission,” Edgar was as disappointed as a newly-wed man for marrying someone who cooked horribly. “At this rate, we’ll need to do a whole lot of missions to get to a hundred coins.” “Don’t worry, we’re only doing one-star sigma-grade missions,” said Fabby. “Once we finish ten of these successfully, we can take two-star sigma-grade missions. Then we’ll get two evergreat coins per mission.”
WHIT 78 - NOT STAYING PUT
Bontu assumed a defensive stance as he glared at those two girls.“Whoa, look at this punk. Looking at us like we’re beasts.”“Then we shall act like one.” One of the girls who was already stepping on Diver’s throat, put more pressure.Edgar, meanwhile, bought Fabby out of the pond. She was unconscious. He pressed the heel of his hand on her chest, and luckily, she started breathing on the third compression itself. “Sis!” he felt relieved since the damage wasn’t as bad as it looked.“Guh! Guh!” she spilled some water, and she slowly got her vision back.Edgar was already walking toward the two girls, coldness oozing out of his eyes. “You two…
WHIT 79 - JUDGMENT
In the cellars of the Discipline Hall. A young man, who looked weak, was being whipped behind the bars continuously by two guards. After hitting dozens of times, the guards were out of breath. “This punk… he’s yet to utter a cry.” “Maybe we should have let him rot here a few more days.” The young man, who was made to sit on the back of his heels, with his arms sealed up in a piece of wood, was none other than Edgar. The back of his shirt was long torn, and his entire back had swollen red and bled, but the guards whipped him some more. After they finished a thousand whippings in total, they stopped and removed his wooden bindings. “Hmph, put this shirt on.” They tossed an old
WHIT 80 - AN ECHO FROM THE PAST
“Drop dead!” the whip came down crashing like fire from heaven and brought Edgar with it. “What the hell is happening here?” a thunderous voice that echoed in the hall made Karrsitt stop. He looked toward the entrance, and a gray-haired old man strode in, his steps heavy. “High Elder Garvin!” the masters were all startled, and they immediately lowered their heads. “Karrsitt, don’t you know that one shouldn’t fight in this hall?” asked Gavin, almost in a demanding tone. “Stop reminding me of the rules that I set,” Karrsitt snorted. “You got no business in my hall. Get lost, so I can kill this arrogant ant.” “I would have if I was maybe weaker,” Gavin grabbed the hilt of his sword. “Let him go, or you’ll have to face my bl
WHIT 81 - EDGAR UNCHAINED
“Oi, did you hear? Great Elder Karrsitt lost his post as the head of the Discipline Hall.” “What? Then who’s the new head?” “It’s Master Ruth Raj it seems.” “What? That cloth-faced master? But he’s not an elder.” “Well, he was promoted just yesterday it seems.” “How can he directly get promoted to an elder without becoming a grandmaster first?” “I don’t know. But I heard many rumors that Master Ruth would have long become a grandmaster if he wanted to. Maybe that’s why he’s got a double promotion?” “Huh? Screw that!” As people in other rooms were chatting, Bontu silently stayed in h
WHIT 82 - CLASH OF PRIORITIES
The arrows rained on Edgar, but they couldn’t pierce through his drive that now extended five inches thick outside his body. “This bastard is using overdrive!” “He can’t stay in that state for long. Keep shooting.” “I came here for my sister!” Edgar roared, and his roar was like thunder that echoed throughout the neighborhood. Even the arrows that were coming at him were thrown off-path, greatly shocking the guards. “Why is she still in the dark dungeon? Why hasn't she been released yet?” “Shut his mouth!” the guards together shot more arrows and spears at him while wondering who the hell this boy was. However, they were all deflected by the electricity surging out of his body in streaks. “I have no business with any of