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

"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

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

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

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