Chapter 80: Crawling Out of the Abyss

Chapter 80: Crawling Out of the Abyss

Despite his resolve to train, Jack took Brock and spent an hour after leaving the arena to visit a seaside cafeand not because he liked the coffee. A guillotine was hanging over his head, and if Master Shol refused to help, he needed to do something. With the light of day and his frustration vented, his thoughts would hopefully flow smoother.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.

An hour later, Jack entered his house, let Brock snack in the kitchen, and headed directly to the basement.

Good afternoon, Master, he said. The old ghost was meditating on the treadmill, and he opened his eyes as Jack walked in.

Welcome, disciple, he replied. You won again.

I did.

And you are here to train.

Mostly.

Their interaction was a bit awkward after the mornings altercation, but Jack felt glad for Master Shols good heart. Though they disagreed on some things, and though Jack had shown great disrespect in Master Shols eyes, he still continued to train him.

I thought hard about my problem, Master, Jack began. Master Shol frowned in warning but didnt interrupt. Of course, Jack didnt intend to ask for his help again. I have a few ideas on how to deal with things, but I would like your advice, if you dont mind.

Master Shol nodded. Go on.

We cannot escape, and we cannot find someone to defend us, nor can we convince the Animal Kingdom to let us be. Therefore, I only see three options. The first is for me to leave the planet and the faction, and my faction to denounce me. Do you think that could work?

It might, but there is no guarantee, Master Shol replied easily. They could still be culled as an example. Theyd have to leave your base and scatter around the planet so they are not a target.

Yes, thats what I had in mind.

Master Shol nodded. Two more things. The first is a technicality; a faction leader cannot leave or disband their faction, except by death. Forming a faction binds you for life. You would have to kick out all your members instead.

Jack raised a brow. He hadnt known this information, but that was okay. It was just a technicality for now.

The other thing is that you cant do that directly after the tournament, or even now, before its over. Your enemies are not idiots. They intend to wage war against you after the tournament is over to prove that they dont need the Animal Kingdom to fight their battles for them. Moreover, they certainly have people keeping an eye on your faction. If you try to scatter them now, they will be hunted down. Some will escape, but many will die. Unless you want to take that risk, you should first wage war against the scions, defeat them, and then leave the planet and scatter your faction before the grace period is over.

I see, Jack replied, nodding. He had his alliance, and so did the scions. Fighting the third world war was dangerous, but it didnt sound like he had a choice. He just had to hope his allies were in for it. That sounds complicated.

Only if you cant kill them.

Jack looked up in surprise. The casual look of his master, like hed said nothing special, shook Jack to the core. It really drove home just how brutally violent this new world was.

I see, he replied, more weakly than before. He then continued, The next option I had in mind was similar. I leave the planet after the tournamentand after defending my faction, as you saidbut this time, I return with a big-ass starship, shove all my people in there, and travel to far-off lands. But I dont know how space travel works. Do you think its feasible?

Unlikely, Master Shol replied quickly. You probably refer to starships similar to what your cryptic friend bought at the auction. Those arent meant for space travel. Reaching even the closest star system would take centuries. These ships are just meant to travel around a planet faster, as well as access the satellite bases that some high-grade factions build. At most, you can use them to explore neighboring planets.

Oh, Jack deflated. So, the only way to meaningfully cross space is teleportation?

There are other ships, too. If you can reach the D-Grade, you can use space-warping starships that can cross great distances in the blink of an eye. In theory, you could use one of them to transport your entire faction to the Exploding Sun constellation, but reaching the D-Grade in a year is he hesitated, highly unlikely. Not to mention buying a ship like that. Their prices are astronomical.

Hmm. Jack frowned in thought. What if I found a D-Grade immortal with a space-warping starship to ferry us?

That is also highly unlikely. Not impossible, mind you, but improbable, and it includes the risk of being at that immortals mercy. Most D-Grade immortals dont even have ships like that. I dont. Do you really think you can win a world war and become close friends with a high-level Immortal in less than a year?

Jack grumbled. Highly unlikely my ass.

You could maybe buy a service like that, Master Shol continued, but it would include selling your soul and body to the lowest bidder, and youd probably get cheated anyway.

Jack nodded, surprised by this torrent of compliments for Edgar. He knew these things, of course, but hearing Master Shol praise someone so excessively was a new experience.

Jack felt proud for his friend. Yeah, Edgar is like that, he said with a genuine smile. Not a hint of jealousy was in his heart.

Master Shol gave Jack a deep glance, then nodded. His face, that had been hard and expressionless since their morning fight, softened imperceptibly.

Many of you are talented, actually, he said after a moment. It is rare for scions to participate in an Integration, as discovering an inhabited planet before the System is like looking for a needle in a haystack. However, when it does happen, they usually blow the rest of the competition out of the water. That is not the case here. You, Dorman Whistles, Xi Liang You are outliers. Dorman Whistles is from the same paste as you, and Li Xiang is extremely gifted at martial arts. If he wasnt so old, half the immortals would have fought over him. A shame, really.

Its the scions fault for messing with Earth, Jack said with pride.

I guess it is And then, theres that Sage fellow. Even I cant see through him.

Jack stopped and turned to look. You cant!?

I cant. Master Shol shook his head. Something is off about him, though I cant put my finger on it. I guess hes perfectly suited for the Barren High, after allalmost too perfectly. Thats the faction his master is from; a remote group of ascetics that are famous for their prophecies. People come to consult them from across the galaxy, even the illustrious B-Grades, and they hold great sway in this constellation. Theyre also very secretive and mysterious.

Oh yeah, he fits like a pea in a pod. Jack nodded. He strikes me as a good guy, though.

I didnt say the opposite. Hes justmore than meets the eye. Master Shol looked down for a moment. Anyway. Parkour.

Jack opened the door to let his Master pass, revealing the sparring room filled with gym equipment. On the other side, Sparman opened his eyes.

Welcome, Master and Masters Master, he said, then looked at Jack. I am ready for another six breath-taking seconds with you, Master.

Jack had disliked this robot at the start, but now, he was slowly growing to like it. Compared to the desperate struggle that permeated this tournament, Sparmans casual smugness was a breath of fresh air.

One day, Sparman. One day he said, then settled into a running stance. Catch me if you can.

With pleasure.

They darted around the room, playing tag. They were blurs that zoomed from end to end, one moving up, down, around, or through gym instruments, and the other just dashing with little technique but great speed. Jack maneuvered at the edge of his skills, only narrowly dodging Sparmans open hands every time.

Whenever he was caught, they took some distance from each other and restarted. Master Shol watched for some time, then got bored and walked back to the other room to keep meditating.

Hours passed.

Sparmans open hand slapped Jacks back, sending him rolling into a wall. Despite that, Jack had a big smile on his face. Thirty seconds! he yelled with pride. Thats a new record!

Thats what she said, Sparman replied in a deadpan manner. Congratulations, Master.

Jack gave him a weird look. How are your jokes getting even worse?

Im adapting to you, Master.

Silence stretched for a moment. Jack was the one to break it. Well, I got to thirty seconds, anyway. My skill upgrade should be just around the corner. He smiled. By the way, Sparman, what time is it?

Eight thirty, Master.

Eight thirty? Shit! Thanks, Sparman. See you!

Jack waved goodbye to Master Shol, toowho was still cold at him, if endlessly helpfuland rushed upstairs. He had a very important appointment at nine oclock, and he really shouldnt be late.

After all, he owed someone a drink.