1271 Existence 1 (2/2)

Strangely, looking at the light source from afar, Garen could clearly see what was within it.

It was a golden round object of a dragon's eye. In a dim light glow, it wasn't clear. However, it could be distinguished that it was a dragon's eye with a golden vertical iris.

Garen was shocked.

If this was in some other world of the large beasts, it would be understandable. However, for this world of dragons to have birthed such a large eyeball, its body must have been quite the size.

In this world, such a large dragon definitely wouldn't be a nobody.

Staring from afar, he could somewhat make out a woman in a black dress standing afloat within the dragon's eye.

”If this was a seal that could seal the person inside, that must be one hell of a power.” He was struck by this idea.

Looking at the dragon's eye, he thought about it before shouting out loud.

”Thank you, Lord, for rescuing me. I am Garen, a warming of White Dragon Clan.”

His voice echoed in the darkness, but it received no response.

It was silent. The woman inside the round light source remained still as though she didn't hear his screams.

”Thank you, Lord, for saving me!” Garen shouted out once more. This time, even louder.

Yet, there was still no response. It was still silent at the bottom of the abyss.

Garen was hesitant but remembered the content on the stone tablets. Could the woman within be in deep slumber? Could it be that she rescued him unconsciously? Impossible!

Even with an unconscious defense, he himself wouldn't be about to leave unscathed at this rate unless the other party specifically protected him.

”This is not a place that you should come to. You should leave.” Suddenly, a cold male voice was heard from the light source.

The moment Garen heard this voice, he felt the Soul Power quaver and resonate. It was as though the other person's faint noise was enough to break his Soul Rings.

His blood rushed as his heartbeat raced. He only calmed down moments later and that was when he realized that the curse on him was lifted.

Taking a few deep breaths, he gave one last stare at the woman in the center of the light source.

Garen fluttered his wings and flew upward, exiting the abyss.

It was as though he had the will of the woman in the light source this time, as the black clouds with human faces gathered beneath him in tides, swiftly holding him up and tossing him out to the outer world.

Garen took one last look below as the light source reached further and further out of sight, dimmer and dimmer until it disappeared from plain view.

”Once out, do not mention to anybody about here. Remember!” That clear male voice shot through the distance and snuck into his head.

Garen wasn't puzzled that although the person was a woman, she carried a male voice. These major existences had various peculiarities, so this was not something out of the norm.

He only felt odd that the person rescued him for no reason at all. A Level Seven Suffering Knight was easily crushed like an ant by her, let alone Garen who was weaker.

With such a doubt hanging over him, Garen was fired by the black smoke out of the rift of the Snow Mountain. It wasn't long before he was flying back to the blizzard on the other side of a lake of ravaging snowstorm.

Within the abyss.

The woman within the light source made a motion, stretching her arms slightly.

”White Dragons have always been selfish. Their souls are as dirty as black dirt. Who would have thought there'd be an odd one out here. His soul is as clear as crystal...” The male voice echoed within the light source.

”Odd one... Hehe... Striving huh... Such an interesting little white dragon.”

It reminded her of herself in the beginning. An oddball within the dragon race, going against the nature of their race all the same.

A sense of fatigue crept within her as she fell back into slumber, or perhaps delved back into practice.

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Once Garen was about to find his way back to the clan in a struggle, over a month has passed.

After he returned to the family, all the dragon whelps thought he was dead and didn't think he would actually return. The dragon whelps of the nurturing center, especially the dragon whelps that lived from snatching ice stalagmites, stared at Garen in a displeased manner. He snatched away the trophy, the largest ice stalagmites after all. It was a good thing there were several Level Five and Level Four Crystal Cores shared by all. Otherwise, their hatred towards Garen would have deepened.

Upon returning, Garen explained what happened to Satwo, Sathree, and Safour, saying he lost his way in the blizzard and lost the ice stalagmite with no hope of bringing it back. He finally made it home with much difficulty.

Originally, the few siblings did not believe it, but seeing the wounds on Garen's body as well as his lack of strengths, they took his word for it.

Garen had yet to attend any classes during his return when Saszt, Boris and the lot arrived at his residence to ask about the situation.

”What! You lost the ice stalagmite!?” Boris's mouth was wide open in disbelief.

Saszt, who was beside, was clearly distressed.

”How did you lose it? If I knew you were going to lose it, I would have gone ahead and given a few bites!”

Leona was more concerned about Garen's body.

”What's the news on your injury? Why are there this many wounds?”

”Wounded by Giant Iguanas...” Garen helplessly replied, ”I lost my way halfway and encountered a few Giant Iguanas of high levels. I could only scatter about but was caught by a Level Five Giant Iguana. After a round of being beaten up, good luck allowed me to find my way home.”

”Blame your greediness!” Leona said with contempt.

”I was prepared to snatch it away and bring it back to share within us secretly. Who would have thought...” Garen made an aggrieved face.

”Really?” Leona was dubious. It was easy to win over little girls.

”Of course it's true. We are a team!” Garen said out loud. Of course, he wouldn't dare mention that he planned to pocket it at a time like this.