Chapter 33: Journey to Cyzicus

Chapter 33: Journey to Cyzicus

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Journey to Cyzicus:

Cyzicus is the Capital of Sylcra. Every ten years the island is besieged by endless hordes of Gegenees. Giant creatures of the Earth. Monsters that possess six arms and thick rocklike skin. Whenever they invade, Cyzicus calls to arms all cultivators of the island, and rewards them handsomely for their aid.

Travel to Cyzicus and fight the endless hordes of the Earth Borne.

Luke read over the quest with a grin on his face.

Now this is something I can get behind. Endless monsters, means endless Stat Points. If I play my cards right, I can make some solid progress there. If it also helps the people on this island, then thats even better. No, that's great. I should be helping people. I want to be a god. Preferably a nice one. Someone who helps others. Yeah.

After reading through the quest again, and making sure he had understood everything properly, he dismissed the screen, and rolled out of his sleeping bag, pillows, and blankets. Surprisingly, the temperature that had been pleasant for most of the day, progressively got colder and colder throughout the night. Cold enough that even with all the improvements to his constitution, he still felt its bite.

I lost a lot when I came here. Everything really, but, I also gained a lot. Im free now to be who I want to be, and thats not an opportunity people get very often, and its not one Im going to let go to waste.

Theres so much to see and do. So much thats amazing and magical. The entire time Ive been here though, Ive been worried that the sky would come crashing down on me. That Arke would find me. That Nefkha would change his mind. Thats all gone now.

Im free. His grin grew even wider.

I did what I had to do to keep myself safe, but thats over and done with. Arke has no way of finding me, and nobody knows where I am, or what I look like.

Which leaves me to figure out what I want to do with my life here.

With the Seed, not trying to be a god, seems like a massive waste, and honestly, I want to be one. I want to be strong enough never to be bullied by anyone again. I dont want to die again and have my soul almost eaten. I dont want to be an ant for giants to step on as they please. The universe is a lot bigger than I ever dreamed of or even imagined it, and I want to know everything it has to offer. I want to learn about talismans and potions and magic. I want to know who made The Seed, and why it picked me. I want to go back to Earth and visit everyone.

He stepped out of his tent, and looked across the endless plain. His lips quivered before turning into a full blown smile.

And all of that is in my reach. He said out loud.

Packing away his stuff, a task made efficient with liberal use of his inventory, Luke donned his new shoes, and set off.

Running swiftly through monotonous grasslands, focusing only on putting one foot in front of the other.

His thoughts blissfully quiet as he bathed in the light of the suns, and felt the wind blowing through his hair. Every once in a while, he would channel mana to his shoes, and leap through the air. Never too high, lest he fall and injure his still healing ribs, but high enough, and long enough to grow accustomed to using what was fast becoming his favorite artifact.

Im not even flying, and its already so much fun. I wonder what that will feel like once I become a warrior.

His mind flashed back to Nefkha, when he had discovered him. He had been terrified, and in awe with the casual disregard with which the Old Man had treated gravity.

I cant believe some people like just being alone in the wilderness. I think if I stay alone for much longer, Im going to go insane.

Letting the river carry him down, he used his oar to steer. Dodging stray logs, and keeping an eye out for any water creatures that could be a threat.

A week later, he finally saw the first traces of civilization. A collection of fishing vessels way in the middle of the river.

Angling his oar, he maneuvered himself towards them.

Let's hope they're friendly, because if they arent this is going to suck.

Hey! Luke yelled into the wind, waving his arms wildly as he did. Not that he had to, the fishermen had noticed him almost as soon as he had noticed them.

You another one of those Rising Sun brats? A fat man, wearing an apron covered in fish guts and blood asked him as soon as he was within earshot.

Rising Sun? Is that like the Luminous Sky Society?

Luke looked at him confused, Umm.

The fisherman looked back at him warily, before shaking his head and muttering, Kids these days, under his breath. Then bending down, he threw a plank, connecting his boat and Lukes raft. You're wearing the robes. I may be a fisherman, but I know a cultivator when I see one. Get on.

Thank-you! Luke looked at it, and then the fisherman hesitantly, before glancing at the other boats in the distance, and deciding it was probably safe.

He doesnt look like hes planning to kill me, and I have enough mana to make it to the shore with my boots if it comes down to it. Luke looked at the man again. Not like he looks like hell be able to put up a fight anyway.

Spreading his arms out for balance, he quickly walked onto the fishermans boat. Resisting the urge to crinkle his nose as the smell hit him, before nodding gratefully to the man.

Hi. Im

I dont care. He interrupted Luke. Ive had it, he gestured to the other boats, weve all had it, with you Sect brats going up river, and freeloading off our town, and causing a ruckus every night. How many times do we have to tell you that theres no treasure there. Theres nothing there at all, and there hasnt been for decades. He shook his head, and threw his arms up in frustration. Bah. I dont know why I bother. Its not like your type ever listens to my type, aint that right lad. Im just a dumb mortal aint I?

I have no idea whats happening, but Ill roll with it.

Uh. Im not really sure what to say. Were not supposed to say anything about what we do. Im sure you know how it is. Luke smiled at him, impressed with his own ability to bullshit so cleanly.

The man looked at him with clear disappointment before shaking his head. He handed him a broom. Make yourself useful while you're on my boat. I dont care if you're a fancy cultivator or a pig, I dont give free rides. He grunted before turning away, and lumbering to the opposite end of the vessel. Fiddling around with the nets hanging over the side of the ship.

Luke looked around and got to work. Once again letting Maxs memories guide his actions.

Still no clue whats going on, but things seem to be working out.