Warren never even taught his sword arts to Tristan, much less impart knife skills that seemed to fly in all directions at once.
She realized long ago that her son had many secrets of his own but that was not her business. Tristan was her son and no one could change that permanent truth.
Not her.
Not her husband, Warren.
Not Tristan.
Not those wicked magical beasts.
And most certainly, not the blind and deaf gods who remained still amidst their cries of sorrows.
Tristan looked like a swirling pickaxe but in a more vivid and grotesque way. He circled in unpredictable fashion while the bottles were secured firmly on his belt.The extra baggage had only minimal restrictions towards Tristan’s actions while he continued taking his time on his measured evasions."What's wrong, mom? Are you tired already? I seem to remember a woman who was quite cocky and claimed that she could go on fucking like a teen for hours on end. Hmmmm...I recall that her name is very familiar... Ssssss...." Tristan said after five minutes of the same play. He could see the sweat pouring from the pores of his mother and judged that it would come soon.
“What are you going to do, Master Tristan? The Caister Weasels shall be at your disposal." Joseph said and the meaning of his pledge could be taken literally as well.This boy could definitely end every single one of their paltry lives. The fat man's eyes strayed for a second on the sleeping figure of the boy's mother.He guessed that the situation originated from this unfortunate development.“Is she injured or worse....?” Joseph paused his thoughts on what this could mean to his group and also of the people of Caister as a whole.As one who sucked at the lifeblood of the masses for decades and unified the u
At that moment, each one of them witnessed was only told in mere whispers and legends. A materialization of energy and spirit.One that no mortal in Caister nor its neighboring towns has and could ever achieve in light of the restrictions that plagued their history.It was as if he was daring for someone to come challenge him the moment he disembarked from the carriage. But luckily, none came and they all thank the invisible gods above for that."Where is Henry and his men?" Joseph asked when he remembered the man he sent earlier to guide Tristan’s mother in the marketplace.Of course he was not stupid to rely the safety
After a full minute of close inspection, Tristan dropped the red stone inside the box to fall into the crystalline waters."SHHHHHH!" the mixture made a sizzling sound as if water upon boiling temperatures and the effect was only growing in intensity as each breath elapsed.Upon the seventh second, a curious change happened without another notice whatsoever.The outer shell of the red stone peeled from its surface to reveal a shiny unblemished pearl from within its hard case."Perfect." Tristan whispered and fished out the shiny pearly stone with his fingers.
What mattered most was that he had begun his goal with a purpose in mind and he would have to die first before he would give up on this quest. The road ahead was just a step away.Stopping now would be folly. And so Tristan sustained his malicious chanting.“HAHAHA! Trivial tricks! Why don’t you tickle my balls some more so I could slap on your face in full?!” an unrecognizable voice proceeded without pause.The boy was not concerned with the state of his body other than what he believed he would achieve in the end. Any more than this was not considered important at all.From the nonstop scrapes followed the
"Master Tristan? Are you okay?" the woman called again and this time her voice was louder than the last.Tap, tap, tap... And the same sounds were perceived by her once again. It was at this time that she dared to put an ear upon the hard wood that cased the doors of the guest chambers.She had feared to hear the music of lustful moans as the solid surface flattened her ears firmly but alas, what she got from her endeavors was not the one that she expected.There were no moans or sounds of ecstasy whatsoever. What she got was the ever rising torrents of the same flood of eerie thumping on something.“An object to a hard
Its healing rays were undeniable as the constant grace of cure were slowly mending the signs of trauma and torture upon his sullen body.A few breaths passed and the hard coughs stopped completely. Another soft tap later, a young boy was now fully standing firmly on his foot and was steadily gazing upon the lone occupant of the bed.His eyes bled with love and attention but unbeknownst to anyone, the grotesque form of a boy was also busy conversing with someone unseen."Can I be healed from this curse?" Tristan asked wordlessly."Negative, host. This power is beyond the Artificial Intelligence System's capabilities." The sweet
They were the Rulers of Realities and were seated at the apex of power in his previous world. And that was only one of the requirements to attain a single Potion of Resurrection.Thus, dreaming something of that kind was simply best left behind as that, a mere dream and nothing more."Give me a more direct remedy for my mother's illness, A.I." Tristan ordered after testing his hypothesis. He was in luck that he had provided at least a recourse for this eventuality.With his vast knowledge proven unusable in this existing situation, he has no other hope left but to lean on the chess piece that he anticipated beforehand.This po
Maru was more than happy to take a break from everything—even from the responsibilities that came with his many wives and his realm-shaking reputation. Escaping into the mortal world for a time was like a breath of fresh air, a rare chance to experience life without the burdens of status and power.As he adjusted to this new identity, Maru sifted through the memories of the young man whose life he now occupied. The memories painted a bleak picture: this young Maru was impoverished, scraping by from a family with little to their name. For someone accustomed to wealth, influence, and resources beyond mortal comprehension, this was, to put it mildly, inconvenient."I’ll have to change that," Maru muttered to himself, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He strolled down to the nearest gas station, where he purchased a lottery ticket with casual confidence. With a bit of energy concealed within a playful flick of his finger, he ensured that fate would work in his favor. A week la
A trillion years had passed, and Maru had truly ascended to the highest plane of existence, becoming the undisputed master of the multiverse. He had mastered every grand dao, and his name was whispered across countless realms as the supreme ruler.The laws of reality bent to his will, and even the flow of time itself was nothing more than a tool for his amusement.The past, present, and future were his to shape as he saw fit, and the myriad daos—once elusive and untamable forces—had become his loyal servants, bowing at his feet.No corner of existence was beyond his reach. Universes rose and fell on his whims, stars burned bright and were extinguished with a mere thought, and entire civilizations either flourished or crumbled at his command.Maru's power was absolute, his authority unmatched, and yet, after countless eons of this existence, he found himself feeling something he had not anticipated—boredom.He had seen it all, lived through it all. Every challenge the multiverse had to
In a mystical world within the body of an immortal, a great ruckus was happening. “Master! It has appeared once again!” A good disciple knelt on the floor. He prostrated before his teacher which had given him his everything in short. This very man had saved him in the past and until this day, he has not forgotten his pledge of allegiance and service to this person. The disciple was content in doing so. He had no ambitions for himself, only to the happiness of his benefactor. To call him a slave was much more fitting than a disciple in this day and age. “Gather all your brothers and sisters. We shall go at once.” An aged man answered with a serious face on him. He was old and full of wrinkles. His age almost to the limit of what could be achieved with his cultivation base. Nevertheless, the majesty of his stance was a perfect picture of what a true powerhouse truly was. This man had been alive on this world for more than one thousand years already. It was both an accomplishment i
“Speak.” An old dying voice replied. His body seemed ancient alongside the timeless aspect of his voice. Perhaps the only consolation that could be found on him today was the quality of his cultivators robes. At first glance alone, anybody that has eyes could easily determine that it was not made of poor materials at all. This old man was of course the master of Dragon Conqueror Pavilion. “There was a group of people looking a specific cultivation manual earlier, master. They wanted Soul Birth Realm training scrolls.” Kong Jin reported. She knew that the implications of her words would not be lost on his smart master. And indeed it was not. “DING!” The old man opened his eyes and one could notice the blazing fire in them. The atmosphere in the room immediately surged up and this has made the beautiful Kong Jin tremble in place. But reaction was not out of fear but surprisingly because of her extreme excitement. Thousands of sexy ladies like her dreamed to hug the thick thigh of t
The team arrived into the city of Aren way more than just 3 days. In fact, it took them almost 1 week before they saw the mighty gates that protected the place.But after the initial excitement, Maru and company was not anymore harassed by anyone on the road.It appeared like news has traveled fast about the demise and fall of one very strong Core Origin Realm at the hands of our very own protagonist.The weary adventurers got inside the city of Aren and enjoyed a well deserved rest thereafter.Ye Lim went to sell the extra items they got off the loot while Maru was already busy thinking ahead. He was not one to waste his time at all.“I want you to gather information about a cultivation technique for Soul Birth Realm Culti
“HAHAHA! I’ve been alive on this world for hundreds of years and had seen smart tongues like you in legion. I will enjoy watching you suffer in pain, dumb young maggot.”The newly arrived Core Origin Realm Cultivator promised darkly unto our very own protagonist. Maru took this threat in silence.He would of course not waste his breath upon somebody who did not heed his advice from the start.“Kill every single one of them but leave the foolish young master alive.” The Core Origin Realm Cultivator instructed his minions.“Hehehe. You can count on us, master!” The band of robbers replied in chorus.“DING!” Alas, a sudden change came before anyone could move from this point forward.“AHHHHHHHHHH!” A pillar
“Please take care on your way, Hong’er.” Ye Hanya said unto her son.Even though she knew that Ye Hong was already more than capable enough of taking care of himself but it was always a mother’s job to worry for her young one.She really could not be blamed for that at all.“I will, mom.” Maru smiled at his mother. He then looked at Ye Jia and nodded at his old man.The latter was a lot more confident and composed than Ye Hanya and it could be seen from this act alone on how Ye Jia became the Patriarch of Ye after all these years.His strong character was only the least of his myriad qualities. “Let’s go, Yin Lan.” Maru called and before long, a beautiful woman p
Maru arrived at the Ye domains. At once glance, he could see that there were more people inside it than when he left. It was obvious that there were more homeless and poor citizens of Whitecrest who chose to seek refuge in the clan. His parents Ye Jia and Ye Hanya knew of their son’s heart and thus gladly accepted to feed and give shelter to these people. From the initial 1,000 hapless souls, the count had already five fold at this time. Fortunately for all, the expense of having these families was too insignificant for the rich Ye family. But if these 5,000 men, women, and children were to be cultivated then that was a whole nother matter entirely. Resources like spirit stones were extremely limited even for a big clan like the Ye. “It’s been two long years, huh?” Maru smiled and began walking in slow steps towards the large
A year passed in no time. Maru remained seated in the void and continued to refine the extreme power of the sun.He needed no more physical supplements like food in order to survive since what sustained a Soul Birth Realm Expert was the natural panacea for the soul.These priceless treasures may be found in divine lands or they could be artificially nurtured through the creation of magical pills.Thus, the times when our restless traveler would devour several tables of food was already long gone into the past.“BANG!”999,997th Stage of Soul Birth Realm!“BANG!”999,998th Stage of Soul Birth Realm!“BANG!”