Chapter 133: Reques (1/2)
At the same time that the Sandmaster departed, the Rainmaster opened his eyes within the Rain Observatory. Then, he stepped into space with a light sigh.
Meanwhile, Silver was flipping through the list of missions in the Treasury, bored. Suddenly, Old Cai waved a hand and vanished, leaving Silver looking around in confusion. Where did that old man go?
At the entrance to the Trial Area, Coco had just mustered up the determination to challenge the teleportation battle again, but just when she was about to step into the teleportation stone’s range, she was stopped by a resistive force. And in the distance, the Trialmaster disappeared from his seat.
Far above the vast sky of Astral-10, there was a hollow space, strewn with black fossils. The insane director of the academy stood with his hands clasped behind his back as he stared into the vastness of outer space with a confused expression.
The director tore his gaze away and looked around at those before him. He bowed at the waist with a somber expression. “Thank you for all your hard work over these years.”
All five people simultaneously took a step back. The Rainmaster quietly said, “Please don’t do that, sir. There’s no need for it.”
The director sighed with a gloomy look. “My Astral Battle Academy once experienced great glory, but that all fell to ruins when I was brought to the brink of insanity. I apologize to my predecessors as well as to all of you who have watched over me for the last thousand years.”
The Sandmaster had a serious look as he said, “This is our prison. Us old farts aren’t merely your wardens. This is our duty. If there’s something you want to say, then speak now while you are still sane.”
The mad director’s eyes clouded over before he suddenly brightened up, “I would request that you all take on the roles of mentors under this director. Please help the academy return to glory.”
Old Cai rolled his eyes. “Don’t joke around about this. We’re not even real mentors, and we certainly don’t have the time to help you.”
The Trialmaster’s eyes widened slightly. “I can’t help.”
The Sandmaster snorted, but didn’t answer.
The Starmaster’s face remained unchanged.
The Rainmaster shook his head.
The mad director bowed once more. “A thousand years ago, every book in this academy was burnt to ashes because of me, causing most of the academy to fall to ruin. The mentors either left or perished, and most of the students fled. This was all my fault and I wish to make up for it. Please, for the sake of the Endless Weave, help me and help the Endless Weave.”
All five people twitched in shock. The words “Endless Weave” were not ones to be uttered lightly. Even they respected those words.
The Trialmaster sighed and looked up. With his eyes wide open, he said, “If it’s for the Endless Weave, then I’ll be a mentor once.”
The Rainmaster nodded as well. “Okay.”
The Sandmaster stared at the director and, a long while later, said a single word. “Okay.”
Old Cai rolled his eyes again. “You should realize that we’re taking a complete loss here. Fine, fine, I’ll just have some fun while I’m at it. But be aware—I’ll only do it this once.”
The Starmaster nodded as well. “If it’s for the Endless Weave, then I’ll do it.”
The mad director was extremely grateful. “Thank you so much. The new students’ tournament will be held in about half a month’s time. After that, five students will be selected to be nurtured in preparation for the upcoming Astral Combat Tournament. Let me thank you all for your assistance.”
The five mentors departed soon after and the mad director sighed as he shifted his gaze back down towards Astral-10, observing each student. His eyes belied his agony, because sanity was far more painful than insanity. He was the one who had destroyed Astral-10, causing its status to fall to the point where his students were being threatened by other students of the young generation. But it wouldn’t be like this forever. One day, he would recover, and that moment was when the Endless Weave would shine forth once more.
As time passed, the mad director’s eyes became murky and his hair once again fell into disarray. His insanity had returned, and he rambled to the skies, “You were the ones who started the war, so you must be the ones to bear the consequences! Hahaha! You were the ones who started the war…”
Back in the Sand Ocean, the Sandmaster watched the mad director dash around the sky before shaking his head. “He touched something that he shouldn’t have. What a pity.” After clearing his mind of the director’s issues, he swept his eyes over the desert and saw Lu Yin, who was in the middle of comprehending extreme speed. The mentor’s eyes lit up. “This guy is pretty good! Although he isn’t the most talented among everyone that I’ve seen, he’s still much better than most. He just might be able to compete with the monsters in the top one hundred list. It looks like there’s some hope left for the Endless Weave.”
One day later, Lu Yin opened his eyes. After a quick stretch, he tried using Air Flash, but he just collapsed onto the sand. Though he had used too much force, he was slightly quicker than before. “As long as my body can handle it, I can go even faster,” Lu Yin mumbled to himself. After several more attempts, he thought of his die; it was about time he rolled it again. After realizing this, he left the Sand Ocean.
While walking through the teleportation facility, Lu Yin suddenly remembered that he hadn’t even explored the other areas of Astral-10 yet. He had only visited the Rain Observatory, Sand Ocean, Treasury, Arena Entrance, Stargazing Deck, and space station; however, Astral-10 had far more than just these few areas.
He now felt the desire to explore the remote area outside of the Treasury. If he was going to roll the die, then that kind of isolated area was the most appropriate. Other similarly desolate areas were too distant. For instance, the area surrounding the Rain Observatory would take at least a day to reach and he didn’t have that much time to waste. His best option was somewhere near the Treasury.