3 Voyage to the Capital (2/2)

”Please don't let me die young!”

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Spirits were mankind's worst enemy. They had appeared out of nowhere centuries ago and had been plaguing mankind ever since. They came in many forms with many strange abilities, however they all had once thing in common: they loved to devour humans. The war between mankind and the spirits had been going on for a long time.

As far as Darius knew, there were only two existences keeping mankind alive.

The first were spirit knights, mighty warriors who had the ability to challenge the mighty spirits on equal footing.

The second existence were spiritsmiths. Such people were expert craftsmen who were able to use the bodies of dead spirits to create incredible things.

Darius's current goal was to become a spiritsmith. Not only did they enjoy a high status in society, they were also richer than any other type of person in existence outside royalty! Darius knew that to be a spiritsmith, one needed to have two things: the first was incredible willpower. Darius believed that he had plenty after hitting the anvil continuously for six years without stopping;

The second requirement... was spiritual affinity.

This was something Darius didn't quite understand, but he knew that one's spiritual affinity could be tested as soon as one reached the age of 12. Darius was found to have below average spiritual affinity. This did not stop Darius from pursuing his dreams, because he knew those esteemed spiritsmiths would also need assistants.

Darius's goal was to become a spiritsmith's assistant, and over the course of time, learn how to become a spiritsmith himself. This path was one chosen by those who were not that talented in terms of spiritual affinity. Darius believed he could make up for his lack of talent with his intelligence and willpower. It was wishful thinking, but this was Darius's only hope to be able to live a somewhat normal life.

Not to mention spiritsmiths made a lot of money! Darius's wish was to become extremely rich and marry many wives. He was a very perverse young man. Unfortunately after his hammering sessions, he would never have the time or energy to pursue his desires. Darius had seen many of his fellow orphans go to brothels. All he could do was look on in envy.

”Damn curse.” Darius would always inwardly swear when he saw this.

He was afraid of the consequences of him sleeping with a woman while the curse was still active. Thus, all he could do was hammer on.

”But I'm close... this time I'm close... I can feel it. I'm this close to breaking the damn curse! Hahahahahahaha.” In the bus Darius put on a smirk as he thought about what he would do when the curse was finally broken: ”Every brothel in the capital will know the name Darius Omen! Ahahahahahahaha...”

Due to the fact that he was completely enraptured in his daydreams, Darius was completely unaware of his surroundings. The constant shaking and bouncing of their transportation had ceased. In other words:

the bus had arrived at its destination.