Fantasy System Chapter 253

In the middle of one of the five continents, a young man walked inside a forest . He was of average height but seemed underweight . His blond hair danced up and down as he skipped around . He wore simple leather clothes, but still seemed n.o.ble as he walked . His blue eyes s.h.i.+ned along with the sun rays that managed to escape the clutches of the trees .

He hastened his steps as he noticed that he was at the edge of the forest . In a heartbeat, he was out . The sun's rays attacked him all over his body, which made his blue eyes stand out even more . Yet, even with his glamorous appearance, he would fail to leave an impression on anyone in that particular spot . Why? In front of him was a castle that was erected in the middle of a mountain .

The mountain split into four parts, with each part pointing at one direction, north, south, east, and west . In the middle of all the parts, a castle, bigger than any, stood tall . The castle was made of a single building, which was separated into wings . Same as the mountain parts, the four wings pointed at a certain direction, with the fifth one standing in the middle . Each of the wings had a red roof, made of carefully selected tiles . The castle was hundreds of years old, yet seemed as if it was built just the day before .

The young man smiled and said, "I'm finally back," as he breathed in the air around him . He started to walk towards the castle and flew in order to reach its gate . Unlike all other castles, the gate had no guards . The man, simply, walked inside . No one was around to watch him, yet he felt the gaze of someone on him . Still smiling, the man walked in straight to the middle wing .

Room after room, he traversed them until he stood in front of a golden double door room . He didn't bother to knock as he walked inside, where a group of people was talking . No one stopped to pay him any attention as if they already knew of his coming .

"I'm back, father, grandfather," the man said as he bowed . To who? No one could really tell as the room was full .

Yet, one man specifically answered him, and said, "Welcome back, impostor . "

The man's voice was calm and smooth as if the man's throat had never known the word 'disease' . Yet, even then, the walls around the room shook, while the bolts holding the doors together squeaked . They feared him . Yes, inanimate objects feared the man who spoke . Not only them, even those that were talking from before shushed themselves in order to allow the man to talk .

The man's voice was calm and smooth as if the man's throat had never known the word 'disease' . Yet, even then, the walls around the room shook, while the bolts holding the doors together squeaked . They feared him . Yes, inanimate objects feared the man who spoke . Not only them, even those that were talking from before shushed themselves in order to allow the man to talk .

It was no surprise, as the man was the master of their sect . the strongest one in their sect, and the one who could kill them all at a whim .

"Eh? How did you know? I made sure to act like the young master from hundreds of kilometers away since I knew you would be watching . So, what was it? My acting? Or my disguise?" the words of the man moved rhythmically along with the melting of his face . The melted parts of his face dropped on the ground in chunks, producing disgusting sounds . The shape of his body started to change as well, as his skin bubbled from underneath .

"How many times do I have to warn you? Never transform in front of me!" one of the men sitting inside the room said as he threw something at the man . It seemed like he threw a purple liquid towards him, but didn't manage to hit him . However, the door behind him, which was. .h.i.t, started to fume, as the purple liquid burned right through it .

"If you don't like it, try to do something about it," the man transformed from before . Instead of a blond headed young man, he looked older . His skinny build turned into a muscle filled one, yet he seemed deformed . He smiled towards the older man who attacked him, but it only made the latter look away in disgust .

"If you don't like it, try to do something about it," the man transformed from before . Instead of a blond headed young man, he looked older . His skinny build turned into a muscle filled one, yet he seemed deformed . He smiled towards the older man who attacked him, but it only made the latter look away in disgust .

"As usual, your smile makes my stomach churn . "

"Freckles," once again, the room quieted down once the master spoke . "If it was my dear grandson, Johan, his freckles would be almost red after being hit by sunlight . Plus, I would never mistake my own kin . Also, make sure to clean up the mess you left behind . "

"Right after I finish melting, my dear sir!" The man's cheek finished falling down to the ground . His actual face appeared underneath, and it was a face which Edward Avalon despised . It was a face that he dreamed about for months . It was a face that was synonymous with tragedy for him . It was the face of the man who killed Eri and the orphans .

Yes . The castle on top of the mountain belonged to one certain sect . The sect which managed to nearly rule the world . It was the castle of Blood sect .

"By the way, Sarin, do you mind not to drink poison in the middle of the room? It is nauseating," a middle-aged woman said as she swatted the air in front of her . She had red hair and dark brown eyes . Her lips were bright red, so much that one would think it was blood . Yet, it wasn't even red lipstick .
Yes . The castle on top of the mountain belonged to one certain sect . The sect which managed to nearly rule the world . It was the castle of Blood sect .

"By the way, Sarin, do you mind not to drink poison in the middle of the room? It is nauseating," a middle-aged woman said as she swatted the air in front of her . She had red hair and dark brown eyes . Her lips were bright red, so much that one would think it was blood . Yet, it wasn't even red lipstick .

"Well, my dear Ariana, maybe you should leave the room . " Sarin, the one drinking the poison, the same one that threw the purple liquid at the melting man, answered her . He was the person considered the enemy of Emilia Aaragon . He was the master of Poison sect . The man who killed the Ice Empress .

"No-bō, this is the last time you personify my kin . Else, you will be killed . "

The master of Blood sect walked into the middle of the room . His aged face carried a scar across of it . His eyes were red, just like Blood . His hair was thick, as it lay down on his small head . His slim neck was long, yet looked normal for his body, which seemed to be over 190cm tall . He back was straight as if he had never bent down in his life .

"We are planning to have a war, against some old friends . It will happen, in one week," the master of Blood sect, Erykytos, said as he caressed the scar on his face . In the middle of one of the five continents, a young man walked inside a forest . He was of average height but seemed underweight . His blond hair danced up and down as he skipped around . He wore simple leather clothes, but still seemed n.o.ble as he walked . His blue eyes s.h.i.+ned along with the sun rays that managed to escape the clutches of the trees . He hastened his steps as he noticed that he was at the edge of the forest . In a heartbeat, he was out . The suns rays attacked him all over his body, which made his blue eyes stand out even more . Yet, even with his glamorous appearance, he would fail to leave an impression on anyone in that particular spot . Why? In front of him was a castle that was erected in the middle of a mountain . The mountain split into four parts, with each part pointing at one direction, north, south, east, and west . In the middle of all the parts, a castle, bigger than any, stood tall . The castle was made of a single building, which was separated into wings . Same as the mountain parts, the four wings pointed at a certain direction, with the fifth one standing in the middle . Each of the wings had a red roof, made of carefully selected tiles . The castle was hundreds of years old, yet seemed as if it was built just the day before . The young man smiled and said, Im finally back, as he breathed in the air around him . He started to walk towards the castle and flew in order to reach its gate . Unlike all other castles, the gate had no guards . The man, simply, walked inside . No one was around to watch him, yet he felt the gaze of someone on him . Still smiling, the man walked in straight to the middle wing . Room after room, he traversed them until he stood in front of a golden double door room . He didnt bother to knock as he walked inside, where a group of people was talking . No one stopped to pay him any attention as if they already knew of his coming . Im back, father, grandfather, the man said as he bowed . To who? No one could really tell as the room was full . Yet, one man specifically answered him, and said, Welcome back, impostor . The mans voice was calm and smooth as if the mans throat had never known the word disease . Yet, even then, the walls around the room shook, while the bolts holding the doors together squeaked . They feared him . Yes, inanimate objects feared the man who spoke . Not only them, even those that were talking from before shushed themselves in order to allow the man to talk . It was no surprise, as the man was the master of their sect . the strongest one in their sect, and the one who could kill them all at a whim . Eh? How did you know? I made sure to act like the young master from hundreds of kilometers away since I knew you would be watching . So, what was it? My acting? Or my disguise? the words of the man moved rhythmically along with the melting of his face . The melted parts of his face dropped on the ground in chunks, producing disgusting sounds . The shape of his body started to change as well, as his skin bubbled from underneath . How many times do I have to warn you? Never transform in front of me! one of the men sitting inside the room said as he threw something at the man . It seemed like he threw a purple liquid towards him, but didnt manage to hit him . However, the door behind him, which was. .h.i.t, started to fume, as the purple liquid burned right through it . If you dont like it, try to do something about it, the man transformed from before . Instead of a blond headed young man, he looked older . His skinny build turned into a muscle filled one, yet he seemed deformed . He smiled towards the older man who attacked him, but it only made the latter look away in disgust . As usual, your smile makes my stomach churn . Freckles, once again, the room quieted down once the master spoke . If it was my dear grandson, Johan, his freckles would be almost red after being hit by sunlight . Plus, I would never mistake my own kin . Also, make sure to clean up the mess you left behind . Right after I finish melting, my dear sir! The mans cheek finished falling down to the ground . His actual face appeared underneath, and it was a face which Edward Avalon despised . It was a face that he dreamed about for months . It was a face that was synonymous with tragedy for him . It was the face of the man who killed Eri and the orphans . Yes . The castle on top of the mountain belonged to one certain sect . The sect which managed to nearly rule the world . It was the castle of Blood sect . By the way, Sarin, do you mind not to drink poison in the middle of the room? It is nauseating, a middle-aged woman said as she swatted the air in front of her . She had red hair and dark brown eyes . Her lips were bright red, so much that one would think it was blood . Yet, it wasnt even red lipstick . Well, my dear Ariana, maybe you should leave the room . Sarin, the one drinking the poison, the same one that threw the purple liquid at the melting man, answered her . He was the person considered the enemy of Emilia Aaragon . He was the master of Poison sect . The man who killed the Ice Empress . No-bō, this is the last time you personify my kin . Else, you will be killed . The master of Blood sect walked into the middle of the room . His aged face carried a scar across of it . His eyes were red, just like Blood . His hair was thick, as it lay down on his small head . His slim neck was long, yet looked normal for his body, which seemed to be over 190cm tall . He back was straight as if he had never bent down in his life . We are planning to have a war, against some old friends . It will happen, in one week, the master of Blood sect, Erykytos, said as he caressed the scar on his face .