In the middle of a rainforest in eastern Yegristan, about seven hills away from the most remote residential areas on the outskirts of the small town of Isla, Echaydor Province, there is a settlement consisting of only three stilt houses, with one simple house built on the first branch of one such a massive tree.There are only thirteen souls living in this small settlement, eight men, and five women, of whom all of them are the only the Amanet tribe remaining.They have to live in hiding like this, because they are a group of people who have declared themselves to be the pureblood of Yegristan, whose existence is actually very undesirable by the current state, The Democratic State of Yegristan.The three stilt houses are inhabited by three families, while one house on the tree is where Amanet, the leader, lives with his one only son.In that tree house, Mary is currently resting, with a girl about to climb the tree to bring something.“Tatti!” A young man suddenly shouts at the girl a
I also saw the same black liquid in two bite marks on my sister's neck, slowly seeping into her. I clearly felt how her mana flow was chaotic and getting weaker, like someone who was dying.Meanwhile, Valery's face was so flat, emotionless. There was nothing I could read from it, whatever madness was dancing in his mind.“Valery! What have you done to my sister?”“Easy! I just gave her a gift your father never gave to you. A gift that will keep her alive in this world forever, the blessing of immortality.”“What? You put that curse on my sister?”“Why? Are you jealous?” Suddenly I heard his voice very close behind me, and made my body petrified by his suffocating killing aura, and then I felt the bite of his fangs on my neck.Instantly, my heart beat so hard as if it was trying to reject something so bad. But then my legs felt so weak, and when he released his bite, I immediately fell to my knees with my neck stiffening so hard“Why? Why are you doing this to us?” I asked, not underst
Once upon a time, more than two thousand years ago, life on the Efari continent was peaceful and advanced. Not advanced in terms of technology, but with magic and sorceries.This is the final episode of a long chaos after so many wars have raged for centuries. Everything ended and returned to peace with the appearance of a wise philosopher who succeeded in winning everyone's trust.Not only did he end the war, he also started a new era that humanity had never experienced before. He gave the key that opened the veil of knowledge about the vibrating universe.The enlightener taught them magic and sorceries, not for mischief, but for carrying out daily activities.They could even make the Great Deathly Plain green, by controlling the circulation of wind movements that carry water vapor from the sea across the long mountain line. They didn’t exploit this ability excessively, just to make the land green enough to avoid drought.There was no excessive exploitation. They just took what they
Outside, the detective and his colleague are still observing the condition of the lawyer's house. After observing for too long without anything happening, the young policeman begins to express his boredom. “How long are we going to stay like this?” he complains. “Why? If you want to go home, go ahead,” replies the detective. “I can ask someone else to replace you.” “Sigh!” The young policeman doesn’t seem enthusiastic, but he continues his observations before he expresses his complaint again. After some time, Prof. Nicholson emerges from the shadow of the sleeping lawyer. Before he completely comes out, he realizes that the curtains in the room are not closed at all. Not wanting anyone to know he is there, he dives back into the shadows. Currently, most of the light comes in from the windows and glass walls of the room, which makes the lawyer's shadow blend into the darkness in the part of the room that is not visible from the outside. This allows Prof. Nicholson to re-emerge fro
The lawyer named Joe returns to his residence followed by a detective accompanied by a new policeman. His house is simple, one floor, without a fence, with lots of windows and transparent glass walls. And one of this lawyer's habits is that he doesn’t really care about closing the window curtains, making it quite easy for the two detectives to observe his activities in the house. The young policeman continues to observe from a distance using binoculars, with the senior detective busy eating his sandwich. Only a small part of the house could not be seen by the young policeman. One of them is a corridor leading to a basement. However, it isn’t long before the lawyer disappears from the young policeman's sight, he reappears walking towards the kitchen, and then becomes busy as if he is preparing a meal. “How it it? Is there something?” asks the detective. “Isn't it too soon to expect for something?” replies the young policeman. “You never know when he's going to do something,” the
Meanwhile, at a police headquarters in the middle of Dildior Metropolis, the old man Lincoln is still being held in a small prison cell. In fact, this cell is only used for temporary detention, before the person being detained is tried in court. But everyone knows, there is no reason to criminalize Lincoln at this time. He has been here for days without getting legal certainty. At least, until the arrival of one lawyer, who has been so persistent and finally gets the chance to meet Lincoln. But they grant it without letting Lincoln out of the cell. “There, talk!” says the officer who escorts the lawyer to the front of the cell where Lincoln is. Lincoln comes closer, showing a blank face, because he doesn’t recognize the lawyer. “Do I know you?” he asks. The man is actually the same lawyer who saved Dean from police interrogation. “Oh, come on! At least you've seen me once, because my face appears quite often on TV. I'm your Mr. Nice Guy Joe, always there to resolve your legal case
Musgly has reached the edge of a forest on the southeastern part of the Great Deathly Plain of Yegristan, looking for help. But he can’t find anyone, only a few deers.Weirdly, he even tries to communicate with the deers, asking for their help. He is now behaving far differently than a normal Mane, that he loses some part of his wisdom due to his anxiety and fear.Well, that’s how we usually are, aren’t we? No matter how smart we are, we become so stupid when we lose our composure in a difficult situation, which leads us to something unreasonable.“Please! My friends are dying now! Can’t you help them? They haven’t eaten and drunk anything for two days.”“Hold on! Wait! Please! Don’t run! They are good people. I promise, they won’t eat you after you help them!”The deers just keep trying to get away. But after getting some distance, they stop and then look back at Musgly.Usually, peaceful animals like them won’t be bothered by the existence of Manes. But this is the first time they f
Mary becomes so annoyed. But she is too weak and exhausted to express her annoyance.“Oh, God! Why are you so useless like this?” she whines.“Oh, excuse me for being useless at a time like this. But weren’t you the one who forced dragging me away from that bridge and took me into your car,” Dean argues.“Aaah, enough already! I don’t know what to do anymore.”“Eh? Why? Can’t you just activate the solar panel and then start this car? If it’s just to drive this car in 25 Km/hour, I believe I can handle it myself.”“Sorry to disappoint you! But it seems like I accidentally broke this car and its solar panels. We are doomed now!”That’s the best thing she can explain before she closes her eyes again. But then, the next time she is able to slightly open her eyes, she notices she is being carried by Dean on his back, under the scorching sunny day, in the middle of The Great Deathly Plain of Yegristan.She is currently wearing Dean’s sweater, with the sweater’s hood covering her head from t
However, he is not realizing that he has been tricked this whole time, with one magical circle of ‘the curse of flammability’ has been apllied on the ground where he is standing.Musgly’s diversion is now bearing its fruit, as Mary has managed to strongly ensnare that man with so many dry plant tendrils.“What the?” He looks so annoyed that he lets himself to be trapped by some kind of silly magic spell like this one.And then, one massive fireball is now illuminating the night to the point making it almost like a bright day.“I didn’t bring my magical gloves with me, but it doesn’t mean it makes me weaker,” utters Mary with her mad face, as she tries her best to sustain the heat.Without her magical gloves, she uses all his mana reserves for this one spell for not being able to control the mana usage. It’s the biggest fireball she has ever created.“It actually makes me unable to completely control my mana output when using this one Nimeza spell.”She then supresses the fireball into
Tim Warner
I don't want to give away any spoilers. The readers should read it on their own, but I can't believe you killed those two people. Especially her. I'm sure the writer knows who I'm talking about.
Rytir
Guys, there are changes in chapter 182 that I have just published. It will need a few hours for editor review. But please, refresh the book later in your library, so that the changes can be inline with the further chapter that I will upload soon. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Rytir
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Rytir
Dear Reader. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I've put three wrong chapters (173, 174. and 175), but I have editted it. It will need editor's review for a few hours. Please, kindly refresh the book if you find some problem. Delete the book from your library, and then put it back from the search.
Rytir
Dear readers. If any of you have reached the latest update (84 and 85), I apologize for the inconvenience. I just published these two chapters in the wrong order. The chapter 85 came out first before 84. It will be fixed soon. Please adjust your reading order for the time being.
Humming Byrd
A very good story