Chapter 62 - Paradox

After running without attracting attention, Zarakthul stopped at abandoned school ground.

He leaped off of his tamed Anomaly and went into the school. The floor was full of cracks and coated with dirt.​​

The walls were covered in dust and spider webs could be seen as the decoration for the ceiling.

It was eerily silent. Zarakhtul could hear his breath and almost silent steps.

Shortly thereafter, he stopped in front of a classroom and leaned his back against the door, and said as though someone was in the room, "It's a bit fast but he got my heart."

A long pause later, a man's voice sounded in the air, "it doesn't matter, everything is still according to plan."

"I'm curious. It is none of my concern but why did you care so much about him? Why go through all of this trouble? With your strength, achieving your goal is as easy as walking in the park." Zarakhtul asked questions one by one, he wanted to know the other party's intention.

Out of the blue, a vortex opened in the air before his eyes! Something puked out of it and Zarakhtul reflexively grabbed it.

"You've done your part, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Zarakthul frowned and slightly looked back at the door in doubt before retracting it to his hand.

It can't be that, Zarakhtul silently thought to himself as he examined the thing before his eyes.

It was a heart the size of a human palm, its color was like an ocean and one could see glitters as though millions of tiny crystals were embedded there.

"The heart of Guaz? How did you get it?" He blurted out a question. He was surprised and excited.

This was the main ingredient he needed to concoct the next potion to level up! The heart was from an almost extinct beast that lived in Greece for hundreds of years, they hid deep in the mountains.

The beast was quite powerful and it may take months to capture it, for they had a small body, extremely fast, abnormally keen nose, skin as tough as steel, and could kill Level 5 Sorcerers easily!

He didn't hear a reply but this was something expected. Then, another vortex, smaller than before taking form.

It vomited a roll of paper. The paper has yellow as a sign that it had been in this world for quite a long time.

Out of curiosity, the eight-year-old boy Zarakhtul opened it and his heart beat rapidly increased.

It was the formula to concoct the potion to level up! His eyes opened wide and he quickly turned around.

"This is your reward, you may leave," The voice calmly said.

Next, Zarakhtul calmed his mixed emotions of excitement, surprise, and greed.

"Say, why don't we work together? I'll do everything you say and you collect the ingredients I need for my next advancement. Of course, you can pay money in exchange," said Zarakhtul in a carefree manner as he leaned his elbow on the door.

Searching for ingredients to level up was not only a headache, it also required time, money, and strategy.

The person behind this door was capable of searching for formula and one of the main ingredients needed!

It showed how usefu- effective this person was! Henceforth, rather than search one like he usually does, which was joining an underground bargain sale.

Naturally, he didn't want to go there unless he had no choice. That kind of place had its danger that Zarakhtul who was in a weakened state couldn't do much if he met one.

One of the dangers was if one wasn't an official Sorcerer, one would be marked as a fugitive by the officials, they usually disguise themselves in these sales so one had to be extra careful so as to avoid getting caught.

As technology advanced and when smartphones became more important than those near you.

With jobs getting harder to get, the human population slowly rising, food gradually increasing in price, youths worry about their future, adults about their income, global warming, environmental problems, poverty, war, and whatnot.

This world was a suitable breeding ground for Anomaly.

If not for Sorcerers increased within the past fifty years, the world was perhaps already on the brink of destruction.

Therefore, with many Sorcerers existing in recent years, ingredients like herbs and beasts for concocting a potion sharply decreased and some almost went extinct.

Fortunately, the five major organizations quickly act by farming the plants and growing the beasts.

"Bring Akazaki Ryu to me, dead or alive. You'll get anything you want," The voice replied.

Hearing his answer, Zarakhtul almost doubted his ears. The edge of his lips subconsciously lifted but thinking what the request was, his smile disappeared and was replaced with wariness.

"Akazaki Ryu? Didn't you tell me this person is related to Narukami? That's the reason why you order me to not approach those he cares about, why now?" Zarakhtul frowned.

"Do you want to do it or not?"

After a short moment of considering it, he decided to accept this mysterious person's quest, "okay but I need to eat some human hearts to replenish my strength."

"How much do you need?"

"If ordinary humans, around fifty. Sorcerers around thirty, those above Level five are the best, I could eat six then I'm back in my peak again."

Just as Zarakhtul was about to continue, five black vortexes formed right before him and vomited five hearts!

Zarakhtul stared at them in a daze. He was quite unsure as to how he should react.

Just by looking at it, he knew almost instantly that these hearts were from above Level 5!.

Just who is this person? How did he get these rather easily? Zarakhtul slightly became wary but grateful.

Level 5 Sorcerers were people that mustn't be underestimated, they possessed incredible elemental control, as well as controlling pure and raw spiritual energy.

They were a powerhouse in every organization. They enjoyed the protection and resources.

To be one was extremely hard as most Sorcerers died prematurely, they either went berserk, lost control, succumbed to madness, and died agonizingly.

So one could tell how valuable and powerful was a Sorcerer at that Level.

Even further, the techniques they have were often more terrifying than any modern weapon!

With his current state, even if he met one. Let alone launch an attack. He would die before knowing what's the cause!

Without wasting much time, Zarakhtul ate those hearts.

Munching noises echoed into the abandoned school corridor.