6 The Pillagers ? (1/2)

Ozul kept repeating his routine. He could not differentiate between day or night.

It was all the same for him.

So he never knew how much time had passed. Any sane person would go haywire with all this loneliness. But Ozul could never get enough of his dark surroundings.

He had seen that 'big source of light' up in the sky when he was just a child. Honestly, he felt it quite annoying. Ozul would rather stay cooped up doing nothing. Instead of going under that 'annoying thing.'

Ozul did not feel any weaker under the Sun, but it was just irritating as far as he could remember.

Time started flying.

Ozul may not know, but a year and two months had passed.

In between this period, Ozul noticed that the amount of the black mass that he could produce had increased ever so slightly! Albeit only a fraction of increment, he could now create something like an extra small needle.

Why would he need a needle?

His answer would be; What else can you make with this small quantity?

Nonetheless, Ozul was in a better mood after his discovery. Because he knew that he could increase the amount he can generate over time.

'Maybe there are other ways to increase the quantity of the black mass?'-thought Ozul before shaking those random thoughts away. Whatever it may be, it was for the future. And the future was unpredictable. Ozul would not waste his time on these useless thoughts.

He had better things to do. Thinking is much more complicated than sleeping, and only an idiot would choose something complex over something so simple! And Ozul was no idiot! He kept his preferences straight and decided to sleep!

Even after being able to walk, Ozul never once tried to get out of the warehouse. It's just he never felt like doing it.

But after six years and a couple of months, things were not the same in the outside world.

Unknown to Ozul, his 'parts' had caused changes in some of the political positions of the kingdom. He had no visitors all this time, not because they were afraid of him. Though it may seem strange, It was because all the people who knew about him had already met their demise.

Ozul's father had arranged his loyal experts to set up a magical seal outside the warehouse. These types of magical seals were beneficial, but they were very delicate from the outside.

Even a child might break the seal from the outside if he messed up just a single rune!

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Outside the warehouse, about fifty or so meters away, a group of people consisting of only men was marching towards it.

They looked haggard; some even had severe injuries. From appearances, all the men looked like typical thugs.

Abruptly, one of the seemingly short guys with no shirt excitedly ran towards a scar-faced guy.

”Boss! Boss Razor!”-barked the half-naked man while some saliva dripped out of his mouth.

”What is it Now! If it is not something important, then don't blame me for feeding you to stray dogs, You teeth less Bastard!”