42 Chapter 42: Darkness Comes (2/2)

He flipped the pages and tried to read the introduction of the first chapter. After 1 hour, he still was not able to understand anything about the chapter. Dylan felt that it was written in a different language compared to the Introduction Page and the Table of Contents. But, when Dylan checked the first two pages, he discovered that they were written in the same manner but he was still able to understand what it said.

Dylan analyzed the characters to try and form a pattern to be able to decode what was in the text but no matter what he tried, he just couldn't decipher it. When he tried to read the Table of Contents, he discovered that he was only able to read the first three chapter titles but for the rest of the chapters, he was unable to read any of it.

After some time, Dylan formed a hypothesis that to be able to read the text he needs to be able meet a certain criteria. For example, if Dylan was able to become stronger, then he would be able to read more text than the text he could read now. Dylan felt that this was a feasible guess because his master must have been worried that his disciple would disregard foundation and fixate himself/herself in the rapid increase of power. Thus, affecting his/her talent and future accomplishments because of the unstable foundation he/she has.

Dylan was not so addicted to power that he would disregard his foundation in exchange for temporary power. According to all the novels he had read in his past life, all of the successful MC's focused more on​ strengthening their foundations before breaking through to a higher level. Dylan would follow these steps in order to prevent Cultivation Deviation from happening.

Since he was unable to read the text, Dylan focused on training his Battle Techniques. While he was training, he could not help but wonder whether the Cosmic God had a reward that were solely for different types of Battle Techniques like Movement techniques, Weapon-based Techniques, Martial Arts Techniques, etc. He really wished for this type of function because the only thing that was lagging behind was his Battle Techniques. His Battle Techniques might still be useful for his current level of strength but Dylan would eventually outgrow these techniques sooner or later. That was why he was in desperate need for high grade Battle Techniques.

In the outskirts of the Soaring Cloud City..

While Dylan was training, in a different location, a man with dishevelled hair, ragged clothes could be found. He was sitting near a bonfire and awaited his meal to be cooked. He was none other than Andrew Vigor.

How tragic it was that a once proud and aloof Mystical Magnate could turn into a runaway man which was in dire states. He was still unable to recover from the forceful demotion of rank in his Mystical Magnate foundation and was still extremely weakened. The after effect of the drug and the consequences of losing the Se Battre Pour Un Client combined it put too much toll into his body. After resting for a day, he was now able to kill an Spirit Veins beast because he was able to regain some strength from the medicine he possessed.

”There are only at least 2 days left before my executioner will arrive.... ARRRRRGHHHHHHH!!!” Andrew was feeling extreme hate, anger, and despair because his days are numbered and he was only waiting for his death to arrive while Dylan would most likely be recognized by the emissary that the Mystical Magnate Tower will send and give him proper education. He could only feel angry about it and was helpless about everything.

”Damn you, Dylan Ford! I curse you and your entire family!!! I hope you die the most gruesome death possible!!! When I become a ghost, I will haunt and curse the next nine generations of your family!!!” Andrew growled so loud that he sounded like a beast. His eyes bloodshot and filled with hate and bloodlust.

”Is that so? You must quite hate this man named Dylan.” A black robed man mysteriously appeared. His entire body was covered by the black robe but it could still be inferred that he was a man by the unusual depth of his voice​. His face was only partially visible but he appeared like a middle aged man. His face carried unusual coldness and evil as his lips formed an an arc.

”What? Who's there?” Andrew became alert and prepared for battle.

”It does not matter who I am. Let us just say that I am someone who will grant you the power to realize your desires. As long as you come with me, you will be able to kill this Dylan and become stronger! If you use your hate and turn it to the world, you will reach unimaginable heights. So, what do you say?” The black robed man invited Andrew with an evil smile on his partially covered face.

”Really?! Is what you're saying true?!” Andrew could not believe what he just heard.

”Of course, just shake my hand and follow me and your wish shall be fulfilled.” The black robed man reassuringly said and offered his hand.

”Then, I accept. Even if I have to sell my soul to the devil, I will! Just to kill the man who took away everything from me!!!” Andrew did not hesitate any longer. He had already hit rock bottom there was no difference if he were to dive further because he was going to die anyway. This man presented him a favor that would enable him to kill Dylan, so regardless the price, he would do so just to kill Dylan. He shook the hand of this man to seal the deal.

”Great, Welcome to the darkness. Mwahahaha.” The black robed man evilly laughed as dark clouds was conjured around them and consumed them.

The next second the dark clouds was drifted by the wind and dissipated. A bonfire was left burning as the curtain of the night came.