" Uncle, what was that huge tower-like? Did you get something cool from there?" A bunch of kids were listening to the story that one retired adventurer was telling them.

" That is the tower of Flames, where the god of flames resides on the top floor. Do you know something? A tower is a place where you can get as strong as you want, there are even some legends in which people had become close to becoming a god themselves." The adventurer told the kids to make their mouths open in shock.

" Hey, Lock, don't inspire kids to do crazy things such as climbing the tower. Are you mad?" The lady who owned the restaurant spoke. " This is just a small village, it's better if they remain ignorant of the dangers outside."

" Pfft! You are the same as always, Linda remember that I was once a brat like them in a village." Lock spoke as he picked one child up on his lap.

" And we all know what happened, you lost the people that followed you and became good for nothing," Linda said in an insulting manner.

Lock didn't say anything for a moment and just looked at the kid that was sitting in the restaurant for free food and listening to the stories he tells them.

" We can not blame the desire for power and prosperity, we are just dust in front of those who are stronger. I want these kids to know that there is a way they could make themselves stronger." Lock gave a ' He had enough nagging' Look to her.

" Anyway, I think it's time for me to leave, I need to visit somewhere in the village." Lock got up from his seat, and the children started to voice their wish to hear more of his stories but he gently refused and promised them to meet once again.

" Here, take this and put this on his grave." Linda gave him a bouquet of white flowers. Lock gently smiled and took them from her.

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" Kevin, This is from Linda, She had become a hag, no longer the pretty lady you drooled after. However, I think she had a thing for you, what bad timing for me to know. I don't know if you also knew this or not, I wonder if you had followed me to the tower if you had someone you loved in this place." Lock was standing while talking to a grave. He sat down in front of the grave.

" Kevin, My friend, I am sorry, I am sorry, I wasn't able to help you, Ugh!" He tried to act tough but tears flowed and he couldn't speak properly anymore and started to sob in his speech.

" Don't cry you bastard I knew Linda liked me as well but I still chose to follow you, Make sure you get someone you can love and not make the same mistake as I did." Someone said in a child's voice, Lock looked around himself to see from where the voice came. Behind him was a small boy standing alone.

Lock wiped his tears and made his face look tough then he looked at the boy angrily. It was a 12-year-old boy with black hair and purple glowing eyes and he was wearing black ragged clothes.

" Brat, Don't you have any respect for the dead, I am talking to my dead friend and you make fun of that." Lock scolded.

" You say you are talking to your friend, yet you are not listening to whatever he is saying." The boy replied immediately.

" He said those words that I just told you, isn't that right Kevin." The boy stared at the space where the grave was and spoke again.

" What the hell are you trying to say?"

" I saw you with the kids, you were telling them stories about your adventures. You see I am a big fan but I prefer to not stay in the crowd." He replied, " I am just saying that I will act as a medium between you and your friend in exchange for some information that I want to know about the tower of flames."

" You are too young to be a sham, get the fuck out of here or I will slap you kid." Lock said angrily.

" Let's see Kevin, is there anything you can tell me that will prove that I am hearing you." The boy said and paused. " Ah, you think this would work."

" He said, you forgot to bring alcohol that you and he stole from the guild Master, next time make sure you don't forget our promise that we made when we almost died because of that guild war." He spoke those words making Lock shocked and somewhat believe what the boy was saying.

" Who are you? what are you?" Lock asked.

" I am Death!"