Chapter 9 - The Last Flower (1/2)

Evan stared at the small crimson orb and pondered the information he had just received.

The deal with the Duke Dantalion's book had brought Evan a basic knowledge of the magic of this world. But most important and most precious was the talent for magic. For before the appearance of the crimson orb, nothing existed in his mind, only emptiness.

After a while, the smile left Evan's face and he frowned, ”What color is that?”

After he had gained the knowledge of magic, Evan realized that the system here was completely different from his previous world. In terms of magic, he would have to learn everything from scratch. He learned the very basics, he simply didn't have the strength to do more.

The sphere floating in the void in front of him was called - ”Warp”. It is the base of every magician and everything was built on it. Otherwise, it's also called - ”The Star Without Ends.”

In all, the ”Star” can have nine ends. Each new end is an entire new world for the mage, which greatly increases his power and elevates the mage to an entirely different level.

The color of the ”Warp” can also vary. There are white and purple ones. Those who had purple ”Warp” were hailed as true geniuses in the field of magic. However, Evan had no information about crimson one.

He didn't know for sure if he was the only one with such ”Warp”, or if his knowledge was simply too limited. Furthermore, he also didn't know what the bizarre, black scythe inside the orb meant either.

”All right, I'll deal with that later. There are bigger problems at the moment. I need to find a teacher or an academy, if they exist at all.”

Evan still didn't know how to use magic, he needed a mentor for that. All he had was the most basic knowledge and a forcefully acquired talent.

Having determined the next goal for himself, Evan left ”Nirvana” and immediately fell asleep. Like the last time, he slept for a very long time.

With all the sacrifices, both his own ones and the others, he was simply too weak to use even a fraction of the power of 71 demons without a corresponding return.

Ten days later, Evan woke up hardly, feeling a terrible headache. He didn't know what the cause was. Because of the information that had directly entered his head or because he had been lying for so long in the cave, completely reeking of blood.

”I need to wash up and eat something.” Evan reached into the bag he had taken from one of his victims, but when he saw the contents, he frowned. All the food inside was spoiled, and even the jerky looked completely icky. Unfortunately, he had no choice.

Gathering his strength, Evan put a bad- looking piece of meat in his mouth and swallowed it quickly.

”Fuck, that's disgusting. I feel like this meat is older than me.” It tasted even worse than he could have imagined. Evan thought he had made a big mistake, but it was too late.

After his little snack, Evan headed straight for the exit of the cave. To his surprise, he found that it was the end of the night and the dawn was nearing.

<I've been asleep most of the time in this world, it's time to correct this disappointing trend>

Evan walked slowly toward the nearest river, feeling the cold of the night rather intense. Aside from his black, leather armor and a simple shirt underneath, he had no other clothing.

The armor didn't cover his whole body, and didn't keep him warm at all. But the comfort and maneuverability were excellent.

No sooner had Evan walked a hundred yards than his stomach began to rumble violently. After all, a small piece of meat after ten days of sleep was simply not enough to satiate him.

In any case, he had nothing else to eat. Heading toward the river, he found a stick of suitable length, which he quickly hacked off and made into a kind of spear. A very simple and primitive weapon, but that was all he needed.

When he got to the river, Evan washed and cleaned up first. He just couldn't stand the stench that was coming off of him anymore.

After that, it was time for a little hunting. Evan took his self-made spear in his hands and began to watch the fish in the river carefully.

Whoosh.

After a couple of minutes, he made a few pinpoint strokes into the water and three small fish were flaunting on his spear.

”Hmm, not bad, but it probably won't be enough.” Evan took the fish off the stick, set them aside, and continued hunting.

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