SKILL DEVOURER: BECOMING OP WITH INFINITE MANA

THE TRAVELLING SPELL

Sky Court City was a sight to behold.

Although it wasn't as beautiful as the large floating island above them, it still had its pros.

The air was fresh and the road was clean.

“This world is very flashy.” Flint said to himself.

After a few moments of admiration, he went back to business.

“Excuse me Sir, I'm looking for a job, one where I can make quick money.” Flint asked an elderly man, selling some street snacks at the side of the road.

“Eh? Oh yer! Quick bucks right? See that big buck building over there? That's the Iron Golem Mercenary. It's the highest ranking guild in the city. I'm very sure a young man like you could find exactly what you need.” The elderly man directed him.

Flint gave him a small bow, “Thank you Sir.” He said, moving towards the direction of the building.

It was truly a large building up close.

Flint pushed open the door and moved in.

A thick wave of beer, ale, and a musky scent filled the room.

There was a noise of laughter and music blasted heavily.

On the outside, the Iron Golem Mercenary looked like something pristine but inside, it was a very crazy show.

Flint wasn't bothered. In his last life, he had seen even worse.

He walked forward, passing the tables that men celebrated by downing flagons of beer.

Stopping at the front of what looked like a register, Flint rang the bell in the middle.

The woman there turned to face him, a large scar was passing from her eyes to her nose. 

She looked at Flint and gave him a snort. This guy had no weapons and looked very pale and skinny.

“The day care center isn't in this building, kid. What's a skinny person doing in a place like this.” The woman scoffed.

Flint ignored her remarks, “I'd like to get a job. Is there any one of high tier.”

Seeing that she was ignored, the woman pointed to a large board, where some papers were attached.

“Over there, you can pick any bounty you are interested in.” The woman said, turning back to resume her duty.

Flint nodded and walked to the board.

He browsed through the available bounty, nothing was to his likeness.

There were all things he could clear quickly.

“Fight away a hoard of Beast wolves.”

“Destroy a gathering of Tiger boars.”

Flint shook his head, this wasn't what he wanted.

Then his eyes landed on a bounty.

“Escort a Merchant's Daughter to fight through a dungeon.”

Flint tore it off the board, “This looks harder, and it looks like I might get enough resources.” He smiled.

With the limited time he had, he was looking for a lot of high bucks and quick earn

He brought the paper to the woman.

“I'd like this.” He said.

The woman took the paper from his hand, and adjusted her monocles.

“This is a S-Rank Bounty.”

“I know,” Flint nodded, “I'd like to go for the prize. I should be done with it quickly, would there be another S-Rank Bounty available.”

The entire guild went silent for a second, then it erupted into the heavy laughter of grown men.

“S-Rank? With those skinny arms? Would you be able to swing a weapon, Kid?” 

“Can you imagine? His arms look like toothpicks.” Someone burst out laughing.

“You don't even know what you are dealing with. Bolos has been saving that S-Rank mission for himself.”

A massive man, at least seven feet tall, stood up from a nearby table.

A large mug of ale was in his hand as he walked forward.

“That's my bounty kid, I was saving it for the right time.” Bolos snarled.

“I picked it first. So I don't think there's anything I can do, since I'm very interested in it.” Flint said with a small smile, before turning to face the woman.

“Please can I get this ready? I'd like to set out soon.” Flint said to the woman.

Seeing that he was ignored, Bolos gritted his teeth and tipped the large mug in his hand.

This man was far larger than Flint and this mug was the exact size of Flint's head.

The thick pungent liquid was splashed on Flint, soaking his boot.

“The lady told you to scream,” Bolos’ voice sounded like stones gritting over each other, then he let out a deep chuckle, “Go back to your mama and ask her to wash those boots for you. You don't belong here.” 

Flint looked down at his ruined boots, “You shouldn't have done that.” He said with a dark gaze.

His killing intent instantly shot up. This was something he had sharpened over a hundred lives.

Bolos felt like his head had instantly been severed.

Then realising he was afraid of a mere beginner, he was furious.

The man suddenly released his man, the air instantly turned thick and heavy.

A dark red mist floated into the air, seeping from Bolos’ body.

This aura was directed at Flint.

Unknown to Bolos, Flint was a mage with an infinite level of mana, there was nothing that would affect him.

[Skill Acquired: Blood Pressure Aura.]

“Kneel and kiss my boots and maybe I'd let you go without a scratch.” Bolos commanded with a narrowed gaze.

The onlookers were watching with laughter on their face

This youngster had already gotten on Bolos' bad side.

However in an instant, the scene in front of them instantly switched.

Flint stepped forward, and a terrifying aura spread through the room.

It didn't just focus on Bolos, it focused on those who were at a closer distance.

Dozens of fighters and mercenaries were slammed face first into the ground, the aura suffocating them fully.

“My turn. Kneel.” Flint ordered and before Bolos could think, his full body was pressed down.

He didn't even kneel.

His entire body was face down on the ground

There was no strength left in him to even turn, with the sense of suffocation, rising in his chest.

Flint frowned, placing his foot on Bolos' head.

“This is only a warning. You are no longer in charge here but I am.” He said.

Walking over Bolos' body, Flint stood in front of the register, and snatched the S-Rank paper.

“I'm sure you are done.” He said to the woman.

“Y–Yes, I'm done. You can have it now. The locations and the S-Rank would be attached to your mercenary profile on your communicator.” She quickly said, adjusting her monocles.

Flint nodded, and then he walked through the exit of the building..

As soon as he left, the pressure instantly vanished and the face-down mercenaries finally took in a deep breath, standing up to their feet.

“Who was that?”

“I have never heard of someone like him.”

Flint stood outside the mercenary guild, taking a look at his communicator.

He had about thirty minutes to arrive at the place of departure.

“Too bad, I didn't take in a travelling spell, that would be really needed right now.”

He checked his pocket. He had some silver loins in his pocket.

“Would this be enough for transport?”