All Chapters of Cosmic Seal : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
13 chapters
Chapter 1: King Of The Outskirt
A frail, pale-looking young man was standing and resting his back against a broken wall, with a grass stuck to his mouth as he chewed it like an animal. His eyes were piercing each and every single corner of the market as he watch people pass by. He was wearing a brown flat cap and a tattered black coat. He was standing barefooted and he looked more like a street rat than a normal person. "They are finally here," Alator muttered with a smirk and straightened his back. "Everyone, bring out your tax money, now!" A voice suddenly rang out in the open space. A group of men appeared in the market with broadswords resting on their shoulders and daggers hanging at their waists. Some of them weren't wearing clothes and had tattoos all over their bodies, while others were putting on grubby robes and boots. Some had silver rings piercing through their noses and big earrings dangling from their ears. They looked like a gang of thugs and bandits. They began to beat people up, destroy
chapter 2: A Man Without Legacy
Alator was running through the dirty street. He continuously bumped into people as thugs chased after him. Seeing one almost catching up, Alator picked up a garbage container at the corner and tossed it at him. The garbage bin struck the man on the face, spilling all over him and obstructing his view. The man bumped into a stone, lost his footing, and crashed into a metal rod bulging out from the corner of the building by the side. The rod impaled him through the chest, emerging from his back. "Tsk...!" One of them clicked his tongue, seeing his colleague die miserably. "Get that bastard!!" The broad-shouldered man, who seemed to be their leader, shouted from behind. They quickened their pace as they chased after the young man ferociously. One dived forward and grabbed Alator on the leg, and both of them crashed to the ground. Alator grabbed a flower pot by the side and smashed it into the face of the man holding his leg on the ground. "Crash!" The flower pot exploded, wit
Chapter 3: A Mysirable State
"How the hell did I end up here? did I really fell from the sky or what?" Well, that was Alator's thought at that moment. It has been roughly two years since then; yet, Alator has lived on the street without a place to call home or even a shelter to lay his head. He only sleeps from one tavern to another, and that's if he wasn't kicked out before midnight. He rubbed his left arm, feeling the lack of flesh and traces of his bones peeking out from his skin. Sixteen years is the peak age for every lucky kid in the Wastelands to participate in the Bloodline Awakening Ritual and awaken their Soul Essence, then embark on the path of a Mage. But Alator wasn't that lucky. He was an orphan, with no memory of who he is or where he came from. "If only Old Han was still alive." He chuckled bitterly as old memories flashed in his mind. He closed his eyes and suddenly felt as if he was back in the camp, watching Old Han demonstrating martial arts moves as he and other kids watched and f
Chapter 4: A Gift From The Dead
"Yeah... that useless shadow stalker." Alator was familiar with this shadow, which has been stalking him ever since he was a child, but it has never said anything to him or tried to approach him. Even when he wanted to approach or talk to it, it would suddenly disappear. The weirdo was only hiding and following him around. However, Alator had grown used to it; hence, he wasn't affected by its presence anymore. As long as the shadow didn't try anything funny, he was okay with it. And just as he expected, before he could get close, the shadow vanished into the bushes without a trace. "Well, I would like to learn that trick anyway." After like thirty minutes of walking, the Storm Scripers Garrison, stationed in the outskirts, finally came into his view. He stopped in his tracks and gazed at the structure in the distance, thinking of his next move. He smiled as he thought of sneaking into the garrison through the sewers, but the smile on his face was soon wiped off when he realized
Chapter 5: The Storm Scripers
Alator didn't know what it was or its value, but he was sure it was something that could be useful. He kept it and tried to see what else he could find as he slid his hand back into the pouch. His fingers brushed against something sturdy and cool to touch. Alator grabbed it and pulled it out of the pouch. His eyes went wide as his hand was accompanied by a shiny blade of a sword. He glanced at the long sword in his hand and glanced back at the pouch. He was wondering how such a long sword managed to fit inside such a small pouch. Of course, this was a Spatial Pouch, used by Mages to carry their weapons or other useful materials. One could literally store anything he can touch, move, or carry into the Spatial Pouch, except sturdy and immovable things like houses or a tree. Alator smiled as he gazed at the shiny blade. Though he didn't quite understand how weapons were being graded, he didn't even know if the sword was powerful or not, but he believed the sword must be a top-tier we
Chapter 6: Realization
Currently, a man draped in a black cloak knelt on one knee, his head bowed and his two hands clasped together in front of him. He was facing a transparent figure of an old man, who looked like an otherworldly being that seemed to have materialized into existence from Mana. A figure with long white hair, a white beard, pointed ears, and striking green eyes. This figure wore an ancient-white robe, with a long white cape that hung on his shoulders, and extended all the way down to the ground.The old man stood with his two hands behind his back and a strange energy continued to radiate from his body as he stared down at the man kneeling in front of him."I'm sorry my lord, I thought I was only to interfere if things become extremely dangerous" the figure draped in a black cloak said. This was the same shadow that has been following Alator around ever since he was a child."If things become extremely dangerous you said? Then what do you think is going to happen at the border? Do you thin
Chapter 7: Demonic Beasts
The outskirt was in chaos with attacks and spells flying all around. "Shit!" Alator cursed as he was sent flying from the impact of the attack. Even though the formation was able to stop the breath attack from the beast, the impact that reverberated inside the formation alone was capable of killing a Dormant like him. Alator crashed on the ground with blood spilling out of his mouth. The close-combat Mages were already overwhelmed by the beasts as they slashed their swords, slaughtering the low-level vicious beasts mercilessly while being pushed into a corner. One hacked his sword down on an Iron Horn Rhino, but the beast ducked to the side and rammed its horn into him, sending him flying with a deep hole in his stomach. This Iron Horn Rhino was a 1-Star Savage Beast after all, hence needing more than one Advanced Tier Mage to subdue it. Despite its poor eyesight, this beast has excellent hearing, a keen sense of smell, and tough skin, that made it even more dangerous and de
Chapter 8: Might Of A Master Tier Mage
Barsak state, is one of the unique traits of the demonic beastes. It's a state in which the beast loses its sanity and becomes extremely violent and dangerous. This anomaly can only occur when a beast finds itself in serious danger or if it comes as a command from the horde commander, which is the strongest beast among them. And that is what actually happened a moment ago. Currently, Alator was trembling while holding a sword with his two hands. He was sweating profusely, and his eyes darted all around, looking for an escape route. Finally, Alator braced himself, took a deep breath, and suddenly dashed toward the east with all his might. He didn't even know where he was running to, and honestly, he didn't care. The only thing in his mind right now was just to survive. Alator suddenly felt a sense of danger and snapped his head toward his right. He saw a breath attack rushing toward him at full speed from a Bloodscale Serpent, a 3-Star Vicious Beast. Seeing the incoming attack, A
Chapter 9: Desperate Situation
The ape figure landed in the midst of the beasts with a bang, accompanied by a devastating force, sending several low-level beasts flying. "Bang!-Bang!!-Bang!!!" Several banging sounds rang out continuously, and the ground shook as the ape continued to smash the beasts into meat particles. Alator stood in the distance, watching the whole scene in awe and admiration, almost forgetting he was in a dire circumstance. Soon the flame surrounding him finally died down. The Steel-Tusk Boar who had been waiting patiently for his meal finally made a move. Looking at the beast, it seemed like it had a smirk on its face. It suddenly made a mad dash towards Alator, planning to ram its tusk into him. Alator braced himself with the sword in his hand, ready to defend himself. As the beast was just a few meters away from him. "Fwup-fwup-fwup!" The sound of something crashing through the air sounded behind him. "Bang!" A broad sword struck the Steel-Tusk Boar, sending it flying into the dark
Chapter 10: Rocky Canyon
Dark Abyss, Rocky Canyon. At the edge of the shattered Wilde's. A broken and battered figure lay lifeless on the rocky terrain. A few moments later, his fingers moved, and a painful groan escaped his bruised lips. He tried to move, but a jolt of intense pain ran through his entire body. "Urghhhh!!!!" Alator groaned in pain and clenched his right hand into a useless, trembling fist. His head throbbed painfully, and the sound was like a drum beating in his ears. His eyelids slowly parted, but his vision was blurry. He blinked a few times, trying to regain his vision. Alator didn't dare to move his body again. He only moved his eyes around and scanned his surroundings. The place was dim, and the wind was cold and carried the foul smell of stagnant water. Alator shifted his gaze to the right. He saw colossal walls of jagged, black, ancient-looking rocks surrounding him. The height was so great that Alator had to rethink if he really survived the fall, or maybe he was already dead, and