50 The Demons Message (1/2)
*Bing!*
[Congratulation! Host have successfully broke through Zero to First Tier, Zen reserves has increased, basic physical abilities have been enhanced.]
[Due to successful break through, Host shall need proper time to recover lost stamina and Zen reserves]
[Due to successful break through, Affinity to curses has increased. Grudge energy had been established as main element that roots to the Demon's element category.]
[The Birth of the Demon Infant has been successful, please note that each time you grow stronger the Demon shall grow out its restraints and its influence will further increase the Host's future growth]
[Due to successful breakthrough using the Demon's Cultivation: ”Way of the Caged Soul: Demon's Release”, a portion of the Demon Infant's Soul has merged into Host's Soul via Cultivation, memories and knowledge had merged with Host.]
[Seal of the Demon has been placed, a recorded message has been placed, how to activate is within the memories of Demon]
[Warning! Due to absorbing Demon's soul, affinity to Dark and Curses increases, hostility may be drawn to any Heavenly Beast with affinity to Holy attribute.]
After reading the announcencements he just wanted to sleep it out, but can't because of a nagging problem entering his ears from outside.
”GET THE HELL OUT NOW! I AM A FOLLOWER OF THE NAGA CLAN SO GIVE THIS TENT UP, AND PAY TRIBUTE!”
The followers voice continued on and on about some nonsense that were completely ridiculous to Stigma, but were considered common sense to this world: like wandering cultivators should bow their head to the Naga Clan and serve them, pay huge tribute for wasting their precious times, another was that cultivators of smaller clans should subordinate themselves to the Naga's, etc. etc.
After experiencing hell for almost twenty four hours from a little Demon, the last thing Stigma needed to have on his mind was some moron spouting some gibberish. He had no relation to them but if he left it alone it will become more of a headaches in the future.
”You are but a small figure in front of the great Naga Clan, so step out now! If not, we will raze you!”
The more Stigma heard about the threats, the more he felt like the follower was spouting nonsense. He felt like that man was just all bark and no bite like the men before, and figure he was just some lackey with no actual background.
”What the f*ck, I just woke up and know I have to deal with another as*hole...now that I think about it, where the hells is Felix and the others?”
After noticing that there was no other voices, he sat up and looked around to find anything out of the ordinary, by his bedside he saw Hilda resting by the drawer, and Dusk was still standing like a guard dog.
He then remembered that he had the space ring on his hand wrapped in bandages to keep it hidden, but his worries were uncalled for. When he unwrapped the layers he check and saw the ring was still on his ring finger, to be sure he checked the contents in his head and nothing was taken or replaced.
Then he realized the sac he brought had Second Tier core and must have be taken instead, when he passed out it was the perfect time to steal it, so he panicked. Since Hilda had circumstance so it couldn't speak in public, while Kirin a Heavenly Beast was left outside, and Dusk was only ordered to attack when Stigma was harmed.
But that wasn't the case, his sac of Cores and goods were not taken, while his three knives were still strapped to his legs, even the jugs half filled with wine were not taken. So far, nothing was taken and his anxiety had lessen, but then noticed something - odd.
The room looked too clean, not like the time he first entered. He clearly remembered that when Felix and his party entered they were still skeptical about him and showed reservation, but after conversing with them they somehow open up to some extent and started drinking so the room should have been disordered.
He actually wondered if Felix's group cleaned up after themselves then left. But the strange thing he noticed was the small details that changed, like the bottles on the bar were arrangedon the table were in the cabinet and pillows on the sofa that should have been left alone were arranged perfectly. Even the dirt on the rugs had been brushed off sloppily.
What was more bizarre was that he found a small pouch with an embroidery was left alone on the nightstand, inside contained nothing but Zero Tiers cores, recognizing the familiar pattern he confirmed that it belonged to one person - Felix.
When they first negotiated, he saw Felix take it out from the beginning and left it on the table, throughout the ordeal, so he can't be wrong from who it belonged to.
When he looked around he used his skill and noticed that everyone who was with Felix disappeared or more accurately moved out to a different tent, farther away from where Stigma was in, with all twenty of them.
The so called follower standing outside, numbered about five people, four were Zero Tier from the Mid or Late Stage, while the one leading them was a First Tier in the Mid Stage.
By comparison, they were far weaker than Felix's group full of Firsts and Second Tier. So why did they leave, and left such an important source of income for trade.
'What happened here?' While Stigma was breaking down what he found a familiar voice entered his ear, causing him to look back to the bedside.
”Master! I'm so glad you woke up! Are you okay? What happened to you....*Sob!* *Sob!*”
With the endless stream of remarks, questions and crying, Stigma had no chance in reacting and only came to the sword side and comforted it.
'She must really be worried....' While gently patting it the voice outside continued to rage on, about some more nonsense, so ignored it and focused on Hilda.
”I'm fine Hilda, just felt light headed nothing to worry about, so what happened here.”
”Of Course! What had happened was....”
The story goes like this, Hilda noticed that Stigma's Zen energy was reacting strangely and he fainted, enraged by the sudden development she maximized her senses to the limits and searched the surrounding area to be find who was the culprit.
Yet, Hilda only found nothing out of the ordinary except Felix Group without ten yards of the tent.
After Stigma passed out, Felix and his group panicked and watched over him for over an hour even letting their medic do a check only to record a high fever, in the middle of their check up the doctor called Stigma a 'war child' due to him not remembering his past.
”War Child?”
”It means children born from villages who had experienced or went through war, those who went through the harsh time had treated the younger generation with little care and brought them nothing but difficulty, namely a victim.”
She then continued on, around an hour and ten minutes of applying a cold rag, someone from their group had entered with a dark expression.
It turns out that they were avoiding contact with another group called the 'Naga clan', after they heard the news they started debating on what to do, and made assumption that Stigma had some relations with the Naga Clan - as bait.
With such an assumption only made them hesitate to leave Stigma alone, and wanted to leave the tent and grab all the belongings. So they started arguing about if they should kill him know or watch from the side lines.
Felix then stepped in and gave his orders, they then started clean up the entire tent and leave no trace of them, then decided to watch by the sidelines to see their reaction.
Before they realized it, some important articles were forgotten, such as the pouch filled with the cores, and their identities were known.