"Look, I'm not trying to be accusatory or anything, it's just that anything can happen, right?" Finn looked at Darren with a serious look on his face."And?"Finn licked his dry lips before he finally answered, "It was probably Nail who put your name in that glass box, so you ended up being listed as one of the contenders for the Crimson Prince position." Finn's shoulders shrugged as Darren widened his eyes. "It's just my guess, no one knows how, not even you.""Nail?" Darren squeaked softly, his eyes blinking rapidly. "Why are you accusing him of doing this to me?""Darren ...." Finn let out a long breath. "Like I said before, I'm not accusing Nail at all, it's just my guess.""Nail would never do something like that.""Well, that's up to you. If you believe that, that's your business. I'm just saying that someone can be mean to you even if they're very nice to you. It's not that I'm saying Nail is mean to you, it's just that he might mean well to get you into the game. Okay, anyway,
"Darren, are you serious?" The movement of Cassie's hand, which was plucking a blade of grass, stopped when Darren's words floated in the air."I can't be lying, that's the reality of what happened to me," Darren said.Cassie and Nail looked at each other, their faces were almost the same—filled with suspicion, but they were also confused, wondering to themselves how the things Darren said could possibly happen. But, that was the truth. They believed Darren's words.Previously, Darren had told Cassie and Nail about the incident he had experienced—the incident in which he had inevitably had to participate in the game for the seat of a prince. Currently, they are joining the fire clan for the good work of cleaning up their place.The streets were cleared, swept clean, the mud removed, the grass that had grown long was neatly trimmed, and the trash that was scattered about was thrown away. Mutual cooperation will undoubtedly be completed quickly if it is done together like this."What ki
Two days later, as night fell, Darren sat on his not-so-wide bed. The young man bent his knees, a tattered piece of paper in his hands. For the umpteenth time, Darren stared at it, reading the lines on it.Darren let out a long breath along with the cold that pierced his skin. The young man didn't close the window, letting the wind into his room."Tomorrow is the day of the first challenge." Darren muttered, "I don't know what game King Edward will come up with."That's right, that's what the flyer said. Darren had read and listened. It wasn't a serious matter that he had to think about for a long time, but Darren felt that he still had to prepare himself.If he deliberately failed himself during the game, it might attract great suspicion, especially if King Edward realized it. What should he do if that happened? Darren didn't know."I do need to foil myself, but I need to do it carefully so it's not too obvious." Darren straightened his back, his hands already clenched into tight fis
Flames whipped at high speed from Darren's hands, moving quickly forward, swirling, then piercing and burning three trees at once in front of him. The young man roared and cried loudly, tears falling down his cheeks, his chest tight; he didn't care about the trees that were getting swallowed up by the flames. Anger mixed with pain had gathered together to form a lump that choked his chest. The young man then sat limply on the ground. His eyeballs were now red, radiating the fire he had created so ferociously. "Darren, what are you doing?!" The young man didn't care about the shouts coming from behind him; he didn't even bother to reply. Darren merely sat limply. His eyes were now tightly closed, along with the tears that were falling more and more heavily. "Hey, you burned those innocent trees, man. What's wrong with you, Darren?" The person tapped Darren lightly on the shoulder from the side. Darren still wouldn't give an answer, and the nineteen-year-old only looked down de
Darren jumped out of his sleep, was panting, and then sat up on the bed with his body bathed in sweat, his broad chest rising and falling due to his irregular breathing. The young man turned his face to look at the clock on the wall. It was still early in the morning; the clock showed 1:25 a.m."It was just a dream," Darren said softly. Darren closed his eyes, let out a long breath, then pulled back the thin blanket and got out of his narrow bed. Darren stomped off to the kitchen to get a drink of water. After his throat was no longer dry, Darren hurried back into his room to continue sleeping; tomorrow he had to do his usual activities, including helping his mother sell at the market. Darren lay back on his bed, thoughts of his dream flashing back. Then he shook his head vigorously. "I don't want to think about that dream," Darren muttered softly. Nightmares often come unexpectedly, and that's exactly what Darren was experiencing. He dreamed that his mother had just died in his
"Thief!" Someone shouted very loudly. "Help me! That guy stole my wallet!" Darren's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and he turned his head to look at the source of the voice. A woman was panicking because her purse had just vanished from her hands, taken by force by a thief who was now on the run, scurrying away, avoiding the crowd area, and going into the forest. Darren was alert; he watched Yupo with a hardened jawline. His gaze turned sharp and watchful. "Yupo, we have to help that woman; let's postpone going to the fish market." "Once we catch up with the thief, I'll give you some fresh fish." Darren nodded firmly to Yupo, to which the giant cat replied with a loud meow. With a single slam, Darren climbed onto Yupo's back. "Yupo, walk now!" Yupo's four feet stomped loudly on the ground, speeding up, charging forward, and cutting through the crowd that was created. People were busy with their own businesses; the woman was crying as she chased after Darren, who had already sp
Darren had never felt the sensation of falling from a height, and as his body floated, the young man closed his eyes, his mind blank, and he was ready for whatever was down there. Until finally, Darren felt pain as his body hit the water so hard. The handsome young man sank for a few moments; the water seemed to be pulling him down. Darren squirmed quickly, trying to move his arms and legs, and swam towards the surface. Darren gasped for breath. He rubbed his face, which was full of water, and his vision, which was originally blurred, was now clear again. Fortunately, the river wasn't swift, so Darren wasn't swept away. Instead of swimming towards the bank, Darren looked up. The thief uncovered his head. Although from a considerable distance, Darren could still see him clearly. The thief smiled sarcastically at Darren with a satisfied look on his face. The damn thief again smiled arrogantly, this time accompanied by a wave of his hand. The thief was bald-headed with a cut across h
The white Full Palace of Darkness towered high; beautiful and sturdy towers were all around it. The Crimson Country was ruled by the Ice Clan, and it had been 100 years since the Ice Clan became the leader of the country. At this time, the Crimson Country was under the leadership of King Edward. The people of Crimson Country had various kinds of power. All clans were grouped together and had their own territories. The palace was in the center of all these territories, floating in the middle of the water. There is a large bridge to connect the clan territories. King Edward was a fair and kind leader, although, although he came from the Ice Clan, he did not treat all his subjects equally. The king did not give special treatment to the Ice Clan.All the people of Crimson felt fine under King Edward's leadership; everything was safe and secure, there was prosperity, and there were no serious disturbances. All clans did have their own territories, but that did not mean that their territ