136 Chapter 136: Five Years Later

…Five years later…

The kingdom of Cato has ruled over the eastern region of Aldemar for centuries now, with time all the smaller settlements and tribes which resided in the eastern region of Aldemar were swallowed up by Cato.

As this kingdom had the best alchemists and blacksmiths in the continent, bronze level magic weapon sets were common here and even silver magic equipment sets were not too difficult to find. Numerous potions with different effects were cheap here, even the all mighty magic enhancement potion was not too rare here and can be bought at a cheap price.

The kingdom was positioned at the top of a hill, surrounded by mighty walls which has numerous defensive magic runes carved into them as reinforcement. All around the city were thick dense forests filled with rare herbs and rare resources that cannot be found in any other kingdom in this continent. The only major problem the kingdom had to face was constant attacks from hordes of magical beasts which resides in the forest as well.

The truth is that the forest which surrounds the kingdom which produces the rare herbs these people need also harbors numerous magic beasts and nurtures them to a profound level where they can even threaten silver realm elites. Unless the kingdom decides to destroy the forest entirely, they can never rest easy without the fear of being raided at any moment.

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In a small house in the residential area of Cato, in a small town closest to the kingdom walls, a horse carriage stopped at the entrance and a man who had the shape of a ball walked in with a swordsman following tightly behind.

Behind them were three men from the elven race bound by chains who carried two boxes each, walking into the small house.

"And here are the last batch of magic enhancing potion we have in stock young sir… just as I promised" The fat man laughed

On the ground floor of this small house were nothing but a single small round table and a wooden chair which was extremely strange even amongst the poorest of the kingdom. When they first got the order for numerous vials of magic enhancing potions, these people thought it was a joke since the order came from the residential area of a small town in the kingdom and when they got here for the first time, they wanted to curse the man who placed the order, thinking he was playing a prank on them.

Then again, money speaks louder than words. Seeing the man hand over hundreds of gold coins like it was nothing, these people were terrified and dared not speak ill against this man or look down on him. For the subsequent orders, they treated the man as a special customer and even threw in a few more vials of the magic enhancing potion to gain his favor but surprisingly the strange lad has always been indifferent about everything.

At a point, they began wondering why a person would need this enormous number of magic enhancement potion but they didn't dare question this man, thinking that he has a powerful noble family in the kingdom backing him up, that was the only explanation they could come up with.

"Drop it at the corner over there… here's your pay" A youth in his early twenties said.

His face was covered by his long black hair which had purple streaks all over it and his finger and foot nails were black. He wore a regular white shirt with brown shorts, his voice was cold and no aura could be felt from him.

Derik dropped a small brown pouch filled with gold on the table and slowly waited for the man to finish counting and leave.

"A hundred and fifty pieces of gold… it's complete…" The fat man laughed before throwing the pouch, filled with gold coins and left.

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Left alone in the small house, Derik sighed and pushed his hair back, revealing his pitch-black eyes and purple lips. It looked like he applied purple paint on his lips and his expression showed he was in pain.

His body trembled slightly and his breathing was heavy. Occasionally, a faint golden light will appear all over his body and then vanish before anyone can actually notice.

For five years now, Derik has been suffering from the effect of Cyrus' divine light spell, which seemed to have intruded his body and completely destroyed his cultivation, constantly trying to snuff out the little life left in him.

"This suffering and pain will soon be over, you don't have to worry… I'm sure when this ends, you will be able to cultivate peacefully and focus on the treasures you acquired from the dungeon from the creator" Demos voice echoed in his head with gave him a painful headache but he didn't complain.

"Death" Derik muttered and from a shadow in one of the corners of the house, the death avatar emerged.

It drifted to the side like a shadow, picking up the crates and appearing beside Derik almost in an instant. The death avatar dropped the crates on the wooden table and soon vanished again, blending in with the shadow once again.

Derik's plan was quite simple but a costly one. To increase the overall power of his death magic in a bid to completely vanquish the residual life energy in him which has been torturing him for five solid years, he was forced to purchase numerous magic enhancement potions worth thousands of gold coins. If not for his werewolf side which constantly healed all the internal injuries that he has been accumulating for years now, Derik probably wouldn't have been able to survive this long. Any other person in his situation would have died a long time ago.

In just a few seconds, Derik was able to consume all the potions he has bought. He dropped from the wooden chair to the ground, sitting in a cross-legged he began meditating. He remained still like a mountain as he guided his death aura which was slowly expanding, attacking the residual life energy in him.

This process continued for over an hour and then Derik's eyes suddenly yanked open. His eyebrows were suddenly knitted together as he hissed with his gaze fixed at the only entrance and exit of this small apartment.

"Do you think I will be easily bullied because of my current condition… YOU COURT DEATH!" Derik roared