Chapter 307 (1/2)
”Have i finally returned?” he thought and began to test his feet on the ground. He was wobbly at first but with every passing breath, his legs then turned firm in their stance.
Evenly spread apart, chin up high and calm roving eyes in the barely familiar scene around him. In an instant, the boy looked like an Emperor that was here to survey his dominion in its full entirety.
”Are you really okay, boy?” the same voice nagged again at the consciousness of the newly arrived traveler of time. The speaker was flabbergasted with how unseemly the boy acted.
There was blood all over the young one's body and even his face was full of knuckle wounds as the suffering the boy had was clearly seen on that desolated portion alone.
His clothes were filled with dirt, caked with his own blood, and mangled with the threads torn in pieces.
If this kind samaritan did not know any better, then he would have thought that the boy was a walking dead and not one amongst the living in this world.
He would have indeed concluded the truth as such if the boy had not moaned to satisfy his due curiosity in the matter. And of course, this was also a boon to much of his relief.
He was particularly fearful to touch the wounded boy with how ghastly he appeared at this moment.
”You did good, mortal. If you have any difficulties in the future, call me and i will repay you this favor...” the boy merely took one glance and began shuffling away, dragging one leg round the corner.
And before he totally disappeared from view, the boy added with these words that was softly brought about by a gust of wind.
”I am... Blood Sovereign.”
The unlikely passerby could not believe his ears but unbeknownst to him, he had chanced upon a once in a lifetime luck that even the Primordial Dragons of Old would shed blood,
sweat and tears just to have this kind of fate.
If he would use it or not, that still remains to be seen but all of this was put behind the boy's mind as the future held no merit for him whatsoever.
The time to act, perhaps the most important of all, was always at the present. The past is no more and the future had no current value whatsoever.
Of all timelines, it was ever the present that has the greatest meaning among the three.
”No money and they even robbed me of my phone. Even my backpack. I need to recuperate first or it would be laughable indeed to die a few seconds after i came back.”
The boy thought and eventually decided to go to the most practical place available for him.
About ten more minutes of slow walk and approximately a hundred men and women looking at him like he was some monkey from a circus, the boy finally arrived.
”What the hell happened to you?!” a loud voice asked in panic. Immediately, strong hard hands gathered the boy towards the huge doors of what seemed to be a prestigious university.