After reminiscing for a while, Haruto sighed and cautiously picked up all the parchments. Extremely careful not to peek at the blur again. He placed two of the books on the fluffy bed, and sat on the chair beside the table. He poured oil into the lamp and reached out for the matches. Without him noticing, the night had come and the room was getting dark. The previous night, he had been too tired to think about light. Of course, he'd even prefer sleeping in darkness…uhh a few days ago…, but he had studying to do. ‘Crap where's the matches’ He scowled and stood up. After angrily searching for the matches like needle in haystack and not finding it, he sighed and exited the room. …he was going to ask the little girl below. *** The corridor had not changed, and he still wouldn't get used to it. Putting his hands in his pocket, Haruto tried to act cool. But then, he gritted his teeth. ‘Curse cool! I still hate torches!’ Walking briskly, he reac

A figure stood at an opening. Like a shadow casted by pale, dawn light. Slowly and surely, darkness made way for the light. Only present in tranquil quantities. Making the sky look bleak. Well, neglecting the beautiful clouds of course. Haruto had slept very late and woke up early. Shame on that saying…he who sleeps early wakes up early. Although, he could simply have woken up late, he would've missed his chance, the chance to master the second technique. Oh, how ecstatic he was. Surely, that would’ve been dire, wouldn't it? He stared into the large expanse of the white heavenly blockade just outside the window. The sight of it looked reserved and tranquil. As if hiding the horrors of midnight. The fog was rather beautiful. He had chosen to put out the lamp light before he slept. So, there was currently no source of light in his room. Not that it mattered. The Astral Oracle was a simple, yet complex technique. First, he had to guide energy towards his co

Consumed by terror, Haruto silently crouched behind a stone statue. The darkness was so thick, he was literally ignorant of anything going on. For a while, there was silence. Then, he heard sounds of clashing steel. It made him wonder was whatever horror had shown up made from steel?. Then suddenly, a loud, pained wail disturbed the silence of the eerie darkness. That was the voice of the knight. Haruto gritted his teeth. ‘Being a girl sucks!’ He couldn't exactly tell the whereabouts of the dwarf or the gargoyle. Their group had suddenly scattered immediately the dwarf gave the call. Haruto touched his chest. His heart was beating madly, like a caged beast struggling to break free. His pulses slammed against his ribs. ‘Am I going to die?’ The question hit him and he reminisced. Surely, the system wouldn't want him to die. It had said so on the first day. Right?. There had to be a way. If he was going to kill the spire lord, was

Even wild beasts needed rest after running for hours. They were soon surrounded by pitch black, eerie darkness again. Haruto could see just fine, but the dwarf had lost his ability to see again. Both of them stood panting heavily with dry raspy gasps. They were out of breath, their stamina reserves had run dry. Of course that was to be expected, since they'd run for…who actually knew how long? Haruto's guess was 20 minutes. But… ‘Curses’ Stopping. They couldn't stop, they just couldn't. The sea would sing soon. Even at this distance, after seeing the sea himself, he felt like he was never going to get out of its reach. ‘Damn it!’ Swallowing hard, Haruto looked at the dwarf and said lowly: “We can't stop” The dwarf nodded. They wanted to continue running, as they'd before they stopped. But something halted them. The shadows suddenly moved. Jagged spikes, miry obsidian filled empty sockets in place of eyeballs, and four long limbs that ended with

The thousand piercing punctures was a passive skill. It demanded piercing objects which would be used to pierce the victim at specific locations on the body. And guiding essence…or mana in Haruto's case through the piercing objects, one could circulate that mana through the orifices to wherever the victim was affected in the body and heal it. The only hindrance to this rule was the quality of objects used, one could not just use any. But something like a relic, one injected with essence or any other supernatural element. Which in Haruto's case, was mana. Normally, people who mastered this skill, according to Haruto's guess, would have to carry something like needles around every time. But, wouldn't it be stressful to carry needles around all the time? That was what Haruto thought. More so, the thought of being stabbed by the needles in the pocket wasn't a pleasant one. So, one had to improvise. ‘Not that I even have pockets now’ Unlike other sentinels, he had t