43 Black Figure Returns (1/2)
”You're a Martial Artist!”
”Hm?”
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...
”Uh...”
A boy, lazing with a sleepy daze in a dark room, grumbled as he stared at a glowing screen in front of him. Numerous dots of different magnitudes shone on the screen, pinpointing the location of what was assumed to be people.
Half-eaten meats were scattered around him and accompanied by numerous strange contraptions. A sweaty smell wafted out of this mess, blending right into the background.
”I knew that building that wall was stupid...”
He rubbed his eyes as he stared at a specific part of the screen with a half troubled half tired face. His forehead shimmered under the dark light, gleaming with an unknown number of circles.
”I really liked that 4th circle mage as well...”
As if he had realised it, the boy's eyes opened for the first time and prompted the small room he was in to shudder with a collection of hard thuds. A divine white emerged, yet it was hidden just as quickly.
”Hm... I'll send a couple of those creepy bastards.”
Lifting his hand that glistened like jade, the boy poked thin air with a simple finger. It provoked no reaction, but he nodded as he slouched down again and half closed his eyes once again.
The trembling room erupted into silence as it went to how it always was. Darkened, wizened, and that of a bored teenager.
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*BANG*
”Sit.”
Su Min draped in black stared at a shakey boy who was in his teenage years. The boy scurried to the closest wooden chair inside of the unadorned hut; his expression was that of fear but also confusion.
*Creeeak*
Su Min, relaxing on another chair, stared at the boy with a questioning gaze. Why did he call him a martial artist? He doesn't and couldn't even cultivate the Martial energy...
'Maybe because of my true race? But that doesn't make sense...'
Su Min's eyes shined with a glimmering gold as he stared at the boy with an intense gaze. He looked and looked as if he was looking for something that may answer his question.
'Ah? What's that?'
Staring at boy's Dantian, Su Min's eyes narrowed as he caught a wisp of something black. It felt familiar to him; like it was part of him.
'Martial..!'
He gasped on instinct, yet just at this moment, his world turned black as everything that was real became unreal. His eyes shuddered as he noticed the room he was in and the boy who had a trembling face dissipate in front of his eyes.
An all-encompassing black shrouded him and the world as if it had come from nothing, making anyone feel like an ant in front of it.
”Hm?”
Su Min found himself within seconds standing in front of a simple wooden table, where a teapot wafted out refreshing steam atop it. A foggy and familiar world replaced his own, somehow.
”Su Min. Your book awoke me. Again.”
A black figure, materialising right in front of him, spoke with a serious voice as he sat down and sipped some tea.Su Min's expression turned and his mind seethed with confusion, what on earth was happening?
”Su Min, it seems that you have died once again. ”
Still with a serious expression, the man nodded as he mumbled to himself and to Su Min. Su Min's face returned to being emotionless as he sat down, feeling a headache coming.
”Su Min, how could you! I gave you an Ancient One's body, yet you died in a villagers hut with an underage boy! I can teach you the ways of not dying, trust me. I have lived for an eternity after all.”
Swirling his tea like he was bored out of his mind, the figure grumbled with an even deeper seriousness. Though, Su Min felt that it was becoming stupid.
”Kidding, of course. Su Min.”
”Ok.”
Su Min replied without emotion as he awaited whatever the reason he was thrown back into this black world. Nevertheless, it didn't really make sense of how reality just disappeared in his view.
”PFFFT!!”
The figure, holding his mouth and with watery eyes, suddenly gasped with a hoarse laughter that roared as if it were a stampede. He banged the table like a looney and gaped with derangement. Su Min just sat there with the same placid expression, just staring...