Chapter 383: Adulation (II)

Chapter 383: Adulation (II)

Chapter 383

Adulation (II)

Quinn was heaving about her blade and shield, easily deflecting several strikes of her opponent. As luck would have it, the man was some variant of a Blademaster, deep into speedy ins-and-outs, which meant that she was a nightmare opponent for him since he couldnt even get past her defenses without spending far too much Mana in the process.

For her, she didnt need to do much but simply delayone way or another, Cain will clean it all up and, by then, it wont be late to go all out for a little while. And delaying was her specialty, especially against physical-damage-based opponents who could barely touch her massive health pool.

The man abruptly made distance between the two, unhelming, revealing a face of someone in his mid-forties. It was remarkable, still, how similar all human species were across the many worlds. The one distinction were the high brows that protruded over the mans eyes, but its not as though she had never seen such a skull before either.

Who are you? the man asked in a language that Quinn hadnt heard in some time. Thrice-Awakened, especially, spent a lot of time outside the Towers, honing themselves. It was usually in the pockets of space where they could interact with the world without the Towers system, and because of it, they had to developor at least settle ona common language to speak and use between the members of different world. The language was called Myaethin, named after an old world that was a famous tourist attraction a while, while back. You not of this place.

the language was fairly limiting in its scope and has never been fully developed. It was there to simply share basic ideas and pose basic questions and was never intended to be used as a substitute to any other. Why it matter? she asked back.Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

It matter because laws. You break laws.

No laws break. Not interact with Trial.

Not be here still. Warning!

Bah, what an annoying fella. If you wanna fight, fight. If you wanna yap around like some aged, bored housewife, do it with someone else.

They were struggling. It wasnt strangethey were up against twice-Awakened, and however trained and talented they were, this world was still in its infancy, as were its Conquerors.

His frown deepened further. It wasnt all bleak just yetin fact, he could resolve the situation any time he wanted, but that wasnt the smartest thing he could do, even he knew that much. The best case scenario was to wait for whoever was sent to help him from the Divine Realm. Just as the question popped inside his head, as though by the cosmic hand of fate, he felt a strange blub of energy appear just outside the Earths orbit. The only reason he even noticed it was because it was extremely distinct, akin to nothing he ever directly experienced before, causing him look up and beyond. There, he saw a figure dressed in simple white war-skirt, observing the world below.

It was a young woman, Cain took a ganderthough her gender and age were likely up to dispute, as everyone liked to modify their appearances, especially the old, bored ones. She remained floating there for a little while longer before her eyes zeroed in on him. There were some questions in themand those questions quickly came flooding out inside his mind.

You are the one?

Depends. The one who invented the fish and chips? Nah. The one currently sweating balls trying to defend his world? Yup.

You seem to be doing just fine, even while holding back.

Oi. Cant you come and help?

Its too early, her voice was flat and emotionless, as though nothing in the world could make it move another decibel. This is a good opportunity for your world. Or, rather, the Conquerors of it. Young worlds hardly ever get flush with opportunity to metamorphosize this early and this distinctly. If I step in, your opportunity will vanish.

Im getting a sudden urge to get up there and slap you. No offense.

None taken. I do incite such reaction from people, often. Nonetheless, my word is true. They are young and inexperienced children. It will do them well to see death outside the Towers, and to see the unchained devotion some worlds will have toward their goal. I will loom and observe. Let them fight. They have earned at least that much of your trust, hadnt they?

Cain pondered for a moment; it was true that the fight, so long as it was within a controlled measure, would do a lot of good for a number of people here. Perhaps, it might even reshape some of them, turning them from run-of-the-mill Conquerors to some generational talents. But the problem was... he was the only one who could control the environment, and it wasnt as though it was easy for him either. Sighing, he realized that there would be no rest for him--not for a little while longer, anyway. Ah, the things I do for love... yes, lets call it love. Sounds more... noble. And memorable. Why does it sound memorable? I hardly ever say memorable things...