"It is not a problem, this is how it is… Silk Fiber is a fine alloy, but just because it retains its shape and strength doesn't mean you can just keep using it forever. You have already used these arrows over 90 times, so I guess their worth is resolved now."
Creed jerked his head backward and squinted at the man. A concerning frown appeared on his face. He didn't know how this man got that idea, but he uttered immediately,
"But I have used each of these arrows only eight times!"
In a fraction of a second, the man's eyes widened. His throat strained, and shivering chills passed through his warm blood.
"W… what did you just say?" Master Hugh's pitch turned shrilly. His voice began to break.
"Yes! Both these arrows h
"You can say this is the most enticing spot of this training center. All the students that come here really like this setup." "Yeah! I can see that already." Creed asked impatiently, "Mind telling me what is inside the room?" A grin appeared on his wrinkly face, as he sneered, "You'll see it soon!" Master Hugh smirked and inched towards the room's entrance, by cutting off the queue. When others saw him approaching, they all made a way for him without a single word. Creed took advantage and followed his footsteps silently. They both entered the room. Creed saw a large room with several scanners on the wall. However, the most eye-catching aspect of this room was the red-colored target embedded on the white wall on the opposite side of the room.
"I see… no worries! I'm fine with one shot, but do you mind if I have a quick chat with Miss Britney over there... It won't take more than a minute!""I don't understand what you want from her, but sure, go ahead!"Creed immediately rushed toward Britney. She was about to leave her spot, but Creed called her out."Uhm... Miss Britney…""What do you want?""First, I know you are not happy with the result, but that shot was very pleasing. I believe that you have put significant time into mastering it. I also want to compliment your shooting posture because I can still say that a lot of effort has been put in.""You think so?"
———————————————————— Result: 16.783 meters [NEW RECORD] ———————————————————— 'He... He broke it…' Brittney's eyes widened as she clenched her fist, 'This guy really broke the record.' Soon, Creed's eyes landed on his fallen arrow at the end of the hall. He could see that the arrow had begun to morph back into its original shape. Soon another shock wave manifested in the room that pushed the arrow outside the red boundary. His attention wasn't on the record, but on the target. Creed realized this tool was everything any archer could ask for. During the camp, he had put extra manual labor just to collect and bring back the arrows he shot, but here the machine already does that for him.
While the torrent gauge chamber burst with the sudden influx of chatter. Creed followed master Hugh to a small room that seemed like a private study. There he saw the old man finally loosen up a little. "Alright! Mr. Creed, You really caught me off guard there with that shot! May I ask the good name of your archery instructor!" "Don't have one. I'm self trained… " "What? You are telling me you learned it by yourself?" "Is that really something to be surprised about? Besides, if I had an instructor, I wouldn't have come to seek guidance here!" "That makes sense, but at the same time it doesn't… I must tell you, Mr. Creed, you are very amusing!" "My squad leader, Lin Fang, tol
"Nah! I'm good! I've other matters to deal with…""Earlier I said I don't know about any better materials…" Master Hugh's nostrils exhaled a deep sigh as hear the flat-out rejection of his offer and said, "but I still have a lead that might help you, Mr. Creed!""Eh! What lead?""Yeah! I have a lead!""Really?" Creed hopped back to his seat in a frenzy, "Tell me, please....""Not so fast! Mr. Creed. As I said, this is just a lead, not a proper solution to your problem. There is a chance you might get nothing out of it.""I don't care. If even there is a tiny possibility of success, then it's worth trying. Just tell me what you know."
Inside a well-lit room, amidst a pile of books and documents, a man sat with his eyes glued to a hologram embedded with a sequence of random charts with statistics. The hologram's light flickered a broad spectrum of hue on his face that was drowning with tiredness and dark circles. Raymond had one arm gliding through the holographic screen, while his other arm clutched a pen tightly in its grip. He kept copying several readings on his notepad without a care in the world. His attire still hasn't improved even a single bit after all this time. In fact, it has gone downhill since then. Moreover, this was his office, but with books and documents scattered every which way, its appearance was far from it. Despite being head of the research department inside the genome library—with messy hair, smeared clothes, and
Creed rushed back home as if there was no tomorrow. After having a depressing consultation with master Hugh and realizing that this could very well be the end of his archery career, the ping from Raymond cheered him a bit. Although there was no comparison between Apollo Nectar and Archery, both things were grand in their own ways. Master Hugh might have told him he had some kind of lead that could help him, but right now, Creed was preparing himself for the worst-case scenario. In case the lead doesn't help him, then he will have to kiss archery goodbye. Just the realization of that fact had churned his intestines so much, putting him on the verge of crying. Also, it was the very reason Creed lost his composure in front of Master Hugh. Intimidating master Hugh was never his intention, but that happene
Creed, on the other hand, was busy staring at the square metallic box. He didn't know what exactly he was looking at, but the shape of the box suggested it was a container. However, the most interesting thing about this container was that it had no visible opening.He tried to open it several times, but he couldn't get it open right away. He also didn't want to use too much force, either. He was afraid of making a fool of himself by breaking the box. With no explicit instructions anywhere on the box, he dived deep into his thoughts.'Now! How do I open this? Should I call Raymond? Hmm...'Just as he thought, he realized his watch made a beeping sound. Surprisingly, Raymond was on the other side of the video call.Creed immediately pressed the button and said,
Hello Readers, Thanks for staying with me for this long. I know this is sudden but making you all dangle for a petty frequency of uploads is just too cruel. That's why I have decided to mark this as a conclusive checkpoint i.e. mark this book as completed. Been a wonderful journey so far. Every comment I have seen or read (good or bad) has brought a froth of emotions that drove me to write my heart out. In my eyes, as a story, Apaurushya has proven itself as a story with a potential of unimaginable horizon. Every character has surprised me by their actions. Each of them have a life. Almost as if I don't need to write them; they can write themselves. Nevertheless, this isn't the end. We haven't even scratched the surface of what really lies there beyond the ungodly boundaries of these Akashik space anomalies. If you wanna connect, bug me or l
"Jake, wait! I'm coming with you!""Mira! You're here too…""Yeah! Just let me come with you… ""Nope! Just stay here, there is nothing much for you to do...I'm gonna get him cleaned, and drop him to his home!""Come on! Don't be like that…""No means no…" Jake shunned her down. "both of you just stay put…it's better that way. He messed with the alliance, so it's best you keep your distance for now.""Don't worry about me!" Artemis interrupted, "Also, I could say the same to you! How is, you helping him out any different than me!""Alliance has eyes everywhere… I already got myself involved so
Creed felt a numbing headache from all the lights that ravaged his vision. One of his knees immediately gave up and kneeled on the ground. Fortunately, Jake grabbed him by his shoulders before he could fall down."Argh… come on… Stand straight you idiot…""Fuck you! I'm trying, asshole… give me a break!""Serves you right, fucker… " Jake replied with a grunt, "Nobody asked you to throw your sword at her when you're bleeding from your ass! Fucking show off…""Show off, that's what you think?… I was trying to kill her!""Kill her! Seriously, dude, what's gotten into you?" Jake frowned as he dragged him forward. "Better, keep your anger in check. If it wasn't for Miss Luna and me,
"Just do what I say…" Luna's domineering voice broke from the sheer rage, "Or I will cut that bird and shove its head inside your ass."Creed's hair on the neck stood up, and he gulped a mouthful. He immediately turned around and limped back towards the cage in haste.As he saw the Little gobbler almost passed out from exhaustion, a sense of urgency rose. He arched his back to an extreme and swung his right arm.At the last moment, his mayhem saber appeared inside his hand. The saber hit the cage and a loud mechanical screech boomed in the hall.~CLANKUnfortunately, Despite Creed using so much force, the cage did not break. The horrifying sound of metal made Little Gobbler tremble inside.
With his unrestrained perception, his eyesight has been giving him trouble with the information overload. Because of this, his brain has temporarily blurred his vision this entire time. He couldn't see the people who interpreted the battle, only the dark shadows that were too close to him. Creed has been fighting while completely dependent on his other senses. However, just from the brief exchange, he subconsciously understood that this wasn't enough against the one who stood in front. The sheer rage has pushed him beyond the edge. Creed's vision was so dark and dingy that he couldn't even see his face in such a close combat. His brain was a complete mess and volatile perception had put him in an aggressive state, almost like a machine programmed to annihilate whatever comes in front. All Creed could see wa
'So she has ascended too…' Akash murmured to himself, 'bad! This couldn't get worse... Gryffon… What are you going to do now? You better run this time...' The pressure that burst out was something Akash and Kiara were already familiar with, because the intensity was the same as his own rhythm. This kind of pressure could only come from a person who has ascended from the boundaries of bhu-lok. Kiara and others were also freaking out right now. Artemis and the four siblings' faces have turned pale already. They all understood that this just might be the end of this entire thing. There was no way Creed could stand up to her. His level of power was far too low compared to hers. Even with his berserk skill, catching up to an ascended individual is just not possible for a mere elite, no matter how strong. The best cour
A lustful blush appeared on Grisha's cheeks and a huge smile appeared on her rosy lips. Her chest tightened with the shock waves that appeared. She rubbed both of her palms and blew into it."So this is what she gave birth to… the blood doesn't lie… I just never noticed… A fire that burned him into something else… he isn't just a chakra freak anymore… he never was… He is what he's always been…""The son of Queen..."The entire went numb when they bathed under the demonic intent oozing out of the blade. The dazzling sparks that burst from the clashes burned into the eyes of the observers.Not just Creed's blade, but his entire body shined with glimmering scarlet. There was no corner on the stage that hadn't been
"I ask you again!" Creed shot a glare, "Which one of you touched my bird?"The man coughed the ground with his bloody organs. The stage boiled under the tension undefined in all senses. Yet, Dollar Twenty and the other five stood unfazed by the turn of tables.However, amidst the chaos, the audience's guts flipped upside down. Both McConnell and Jiang siblings felt their lifespan shortening.Artemis' eyes turned teary. Her ears burned red when she saw gallons of blood gushing down from Creed's head, dripping all the way to his chin.Kiara, Akasha and Grisha looked at the scene with tightened chests. A razor-sharp sensation crawled inside their blood vessels. Not just them, but several hunters from the crowd now had their undivided focus on the unbridled escal
"Little… Gobbler…" Every hair on Creed's skin stood up straight. His very soul almost rejected his body, and images around him dulled to a standstill. He could hear his heart thumping inside his eardrums. A chronic corruption leaked into his eyes when he heard Dollar Twenty start the bidding. "The bidding for the High-Tier Inca Aves starts with $300 Thousands!" "$350 thousands!" "$400 thousands!" "$450 thousands!" "$500 thousands!" The sound of chatters began to fade out. Creed vision blacked out and a high-pitched siren hijacked his eardrums. His pulse spiked up to a gh