6 The Three Scrolls (2/2)

The third scroll was the strangest of all. It looked completely normal as if it had no distinguishing characteristics. It was written on normal parchment, with black ink. However, it gave off a pressuring aura, as if the whole world was on his shoulders.

[Enjoy these three gifts. From now I shall enter seclusion. If you have any more systems to feed me, I shall reward you with the very essence of those systems and powerful techniques derived from these essences. Train well.]

And with this, the system was gone.

”Wait...who...no what are you? HEY!?!? How am I going to afford an MC lifestyle???” Fang yelled.

Hearing no answer, he sighed. Sitting down, he reentered a state of tranquility. The three scrolls appeared before him again. Fang drove his mind forward, creating an impulse. This impulse reached forward and seized the scrolls.

[Scroll of Thunderclouds of Darkness Acquired]

[Scroll of Seven Origin Flames Acquired]

[Scroll of Deity's Presence Acquired]

There was another burst of pain as these three scrolls were assimilated into Fang's brain. He suddenly sat up energetically. Leaping forward, he turned into a cloud of darkness. With a flash of purple lightning, he moved from his current position to a position 10 meters away in less than 5 seconds.

”So this is a transportation technique, hmm?” he questioned.

Smiling, he assimilated the second scroll. Pain filled his brain as if it was on fire. Waves of lava assaulted his mind. Crying out, he collapsed to the floor. After a few minutes, the pain subsided. Getting up slowly, he gritted his teeth.

Circulating Qi, he executed the technique. Flames appeared around his body in seven different points. They orbited him as if he was the Sun. The first flame was reddish-orange and glowed fiercely, as if it could never be quenched. The second flame was green and it glowed with a sinister light. The blue flame gave off a cold aura and seemed to freeze the air around it. The fourth flame was yellow and it burnt spitefully, flickering rapidly and fouling the air around it. The fifth flame was purple and it crackled with a devilish intensity. The white flame burned with a heavenly glow. The black flame, conversely, glowed as it it was a dark void emitting no aura.

With a twitch of his hands, Fang manipulated each of these flames to fly around the courtyard in random patterns. They swirled and swerved, a fiery dance of color. As soon as they hit each other, they crackled as if repulsed and flew in the opposite directions. Smiling, Fang played around with the flames for a while.

Extinguishing the flames, he sat down once more. Determination lay in his eyes and he stared in to the space in front of him.

”Right. Time to learn that third technique,” he spoke.

Closing his eyes he began to meditate.