235 Willpower 1 (1/2)
Chapter 235: Willpower 1
Recalling Vanderman’s expression, Garen suspected it was because of Acacia’s low Intelligence that he wasn’t taught to become a Luminarist…
It was getting quiet outside, human voice and footsteps slowly faded away. Only occasional howls in the woods remained.
The sky was getting darker.
Staring at the dark sky outside, Garen slowly calmed down.
His anxiety-ridden brain was slowly tranquilized, returning to his previous state.
”Two years… Last world I was able to become the top in the world, I refuse to believe I can only accept my fate in this one!” He sat with his legs crossing, his eyes shining brightly in the night.
He recalled everything in the last world, Sylphalan, Old Man Gregor, Andrela, King of Nightmares, Ying Er, his uncle… Familiar faces keep popping up.
Garen closed his eyes slowly, and breathed deeply.
Sssss…
A breeze of cold air entered his lungs, lifting his spirit.
”Luminarists…”
Wordlessly, he sat in his bed trying to comb out his thoughts, attempting to find a way to become a Luminarist.
”If it was really because of his Intelligence, it would be problematic to look for Vanderman. No one would believe someone else would become smarter, and even adopted so many extra behaviors overnight. Luminarists are not so stupid they couldn’t tell the difference. So unfortunately, this is out for now.”
He continued brainstorming.
”Then I’ll need to find other Luminarists, learning by my own is definitely out of the window, too time consuming. If I don’t understand how it goes outside, I’d be boxing myself in and other people might take me by surprise.” He reviewed the memory meticulously to see if there are any more valuable scenes.
The memory is large, he could only scan through it one by one.
The clock ticked…
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Martial Arts World
Garena and Sylphalan both perished amidst the nuclear bomb and volcano eruption. The Smoke Island rose and became a huge crater for the volcano. People called it the Black Smoke Pot Crater.
Only a portion of the elites who participated the Smoke Island battle managed to escape. Most of them suffered from some sort of side effects.
The world’s Martial Art community was in a decline.
Half a month after the volcano erupted, King of Nightmares entered the White Cloud Gate. Together with Celestial Circle Gate, he managed to stabilize the Martial Arts community in the South. Then they planned to head toward the East in a systematic way.
Due to the volcano eruption, the air was mixed with volcano ash. Air quality was deteriorating around the three continents, the sky was dark, the ocean polluted. Floras and faunas were all affected, poisonous material were spread everywhere in the world.
One year later…
Celestial Circle Gate, White Cloud Gate, and The Sirens bought one giant ship each. Under Andrela’s lead, they were all headed to the East.
At the same time, Garen’s family, as well as his uncle’s family were all hypnotized onboard.
”Can you tell me how big brother died?” Ying Er asked Andrela who stood at the bow. Her waist-length purplish-black hair swayed in the wind, adding to her innocence.
”You big brother…” Andrela paused to think, ”He may have been the strongest man in the world…”
”The strongest man in the world?” Ying Er’s eyes widened.
Andrela looked out to the horizon and slowly recounted Garen’s stories. ”In the pursuit of Martial Arts, he’s already at the limit of what humans can achieve. His spirit and strength joined together seamlessly.”
”In the three years he’s been studying Martial Arts, he had battled countless enemies and won, he had arrived at the peak of physical achievement!” Andrela stated calmly. ”As his sister, you should be proud.”
”It is so.” An enchanting woman spoke from behind them both. King of Nightmares.
She transformed into Ying Er and approached slowly. They look the same, but her attitude is completely different from Ying Er’s, not having a single strand of purity.
”Garen used only three years to become a Saint of Fist Technique and killed the First Divine Warrior Palosa, taking over his title! His strength is out of this world!”
Ying Er was sad, but at the same time she felt a sense of pride. The praises the two top elites in the world sang of him made her feel a surge of exhilaration.
The three stood at the bow of the ship, silent, deep in their own reminiscence.
Three ships sped toward the Eastern ocean.
Boom!
A bomb dove into the water less than a hundred meters in front of the ships.