2025-05-09 22:29:03He couldn't be stopped by anything, he felt free at the moment. He could feel the wind brushing against his face, whistling past him as he ran at incredible speeds, nearly impossible for someone of his age.
Because he had a mana core.
Formed very early by the help of the system. To be honest, it had been a glitch. The stupid system was supposed to allow his premature body to grow to a certain limit before pumping him with power.
Worst of all, the system hadn't told him how to manage his mana or control it. He had to learn that all on his own. He pushed those thoughts aside.
[TARGETS IN CLOSE PROXIMITY.]
[DON'T GET LOST.]
'Bastard.' Rhok cursed. He really wished his could rid himself of the system.
Rhok avoided lighted places more because they opposed his attribute but not in the sense that you might think. If anything bright places gave him more of an edge. The brighter the light, the deeper the strength of his shadows, but there were obvious limitations.
He didn't want to be spotted by bandits or knights who wandered about. Worst of all, he avoided Adventures the most.
After ten heartbeats later, Rhok arrived at a chasm that he had never been to before. The depth stretched endlessly into the shadows beneath him.
Rhok stood at the edge of the cliff and spread his shadow sense. It was a skill he had created on his own. Born out of his desire to observe and his stealth ability as an assassin.
He reached down and could feel the shadows beneath him. He could differ between shadows that belonged to living things and those that didn't. He wasn't sure why but the stark difference was a sense of oddity among the two.
As though one had its own will, and the other simply existed.
'Found it!'
His shadow sense stopped just at the entrance of the cave. His reach was barely a kilometer. Not enough for him in this magic world but he would manage it now.
He opened his eyes and looked down into the chasm once more. It was deep.
'Adventurers wouldn't be able to find a monster cave hidden here. Hell! No one would be able to find one this deep.'
He took a deep breath and jumped.
Rhok was scared of heights. He always had and always would be, but he had tried his best to confront it. The eerie sense of vertigo simply unnerved him.
Most times he had failed and other times he damned the consequences and jumped. This was one of those times, except that he melted into the shadows.
Becoming one with them. Ethereal and incorporeal.
He flowed down the chasm. He didn't need to block, weave or dodge. He simply flowed as water would on a smooth surface.
He stopped in front of the entrance, coming out from the shadows. Before him were two Ogres who guarded the entrance to the cave.
'Hey System!'
[YES?]
'You said it was a goblin cave, why the fuck am I seeing freaking Ogre's here!'
[OOHH.]
[IS THERE A DIFFERENCE?]
'Yes there is, you redundant AI.'
[EEHH. YOU'LL BE FINE.]
And with that, the system answered his calls no more.
'Shit!' He hated this system.
The last time it has made him battle a fifteen-foot serpent thinking it was a giant worm. He wasn't sure what the intentions of The Abyss Engine were when he had given him this system. But he hoped he had a chance to make him take it back.
Rhok bent low into the bushes and watched the Ogre's. They held clubs in their hands and watched out for something. Probably intruders.
The thing with Ogre's was that they were blind. But their perception of sound and smell was beyond compare.
Rhok looked at his small daggers on his hands. His skill shadow manifestation could only do so much.
He couldn't do as much as he wanted to. His mana core wasn't pure enough and didn't have as much density as it should have.
But he couldn't give up on the mission. The last time that he had, he deeply regretted it.
The pain he felt from Mana reflux was no joke. The daggers in his hands melted together forming a longer dagger. It glistened darkly against the dim light that penetrated into the chasm.
He had to remind himself that his body was still that of a ten-year-old. But he felt a certain thrill rile up within him. He smiled darkly.
They were just another target to kill.
He melted into the shadows once more and appeared beneath the shadow of one of the Ogre's.
Rhok used a good amount of his mana, pulling his mana into his little hands and driving the long dagger up into the crotch of the first Ogre with all the strength he had.
[NICE!]
Rhok ignored the system as the Ogre let out an inhumane roar. Loud enough to chase the birds that hung around the trees, enough to call out the other members of the monster cave.
It was exactly what he wanted.
He melted back into the shadows, just beneath the Ogre he had just killed. Black blood pooled around the dead body of the Ogre.
Rhok felt the ground shake as the second Ogre approached his slain comrade. The ogre bent low and sniffed at the dead body.
Rhok knew it would do exactly just this. Ogres had the habit of sniffing their dead comrades to know who or what killed them in hopes of haunting them down.
But you can't smell a shadow, Rhok thought and materialized a part of his body. His hand. Before the Ogre could react, Rhok drove his dagger into the neck of the second Ogre before melting away.
He smiled at himself. Two down, an entire cave's worth to go!
He decided not to move and stayed where he was. He would jump from each of their shadows to the next, killing them all.
He couldn't risk a one-on-one confrontation. He was in a ten-year-old body and that was begging to be killed.
This suited him better. Either his mana would run out or he would finish the monsters in the cave and get his rewards.
He was an assassin after all. Dealing Death was his forte.
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The fire had long died down, yet Rhok remained awake, his back against the cold stone wall of the ruined shrine. The night was still, the kind of silence that gnawed at a man’s ears, making him believe there were whispers hiding in the quiet. The corpses of those he had cut down earlier still lay scattered outside, untouched by scavengers. Even they seemed unwilling to disturb the ground he now haunted.Veyra had already drifted into uneasy sleep, curled beneath her cloak, her chest rising and falling with sharp breaths. Rhok had almost envied her—her ability to slip into sleep even after watching him carve through men as if they were straw. He could not. His mind was too loud.He thought of the words she had said earlier. You’re not mortal anymore, Rhok. Stop pretending you are.It rang in his head like a bell struck too hard. She hadn’t meant it to wound him, but it had. Because sh
Chapter 197. The Echo of Mortality.
The room was quiet now.No chants. No pleading voices. No rattling chains or clashing seals of light. Only silence, broken by the faint drip of blood sliding from the stone altar onto the cracked floor. The cultists of Dawnlight had been reduced to nothing more than husks, their bodies scattered in the shadows like discarded garments. Some were frozen in mid prayer, faces twisted in devotion that had turned to terror the moment his black frost swept through them.Rhok stood in the center of the carnage. His breath came slow, steady, almost unnervingly calm. His hand was still raised, the frost lingering along his fingers, faint trails of smoke curling upward like ghostly incense.He stared at them, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he hesitated.The corpses looked different to him now, not enemies, not obstacles, not zealots blind in their worship. Just bodies. Human bodies. People wi
Chapter 196. Blood of the Dawnlight.
The fortress walls groaned as if alive, stone and steel whispering secrets of centuries past. Rhok moved through its hollow belly, shadows clinging to him like loyal dogs. The air smelled of burnt oil, rusted chains, and incense, a sickly sweetness that didn’t belong here. He could feel it before he saw them: faith, twisted and burning, pressing against his chest.The Cult of the Dawnlight.He hadn’t expected them here, buried in the bones of an old fortress. Dawnlight worshippers were usually loud, fanatical, building temples of gold and fire in the open. But these were different, quiet, coiled, and waiting.The first of them stepped forward. White robes painted with sunbursts, but stained with something darker. Their faces glowed in the flickering torchlight, eyes glistening as if fevered with holy fire. And then—one of them smiled, almost kindly, as though greeting an old friend.“At last,” the man whispered. “The Nameless walks into the heart of the sun.”Rhok’s hand twitched near
Chapter 195. The Silent Fortress.
Rhok walked through the jagged cliffs with the wind tearing at his cloak. The world here was always cruel, but this stretch of land felt emptier than usual. No carrion birds, no scuttling vermin, not even the soft hiss of sand moving across stone. It was silence, the kind that presses into your ears until you can hear your own blood.At first, he thought it was simply his imagination filling the void. But then he stopped, tilting his head as the air seemed to vibrate faintly. A sound, fragile as if whispered into the cracks of the world, drifted into him.It wasn’t the voice of the living. It wasn’t the echo of wind. It was something else entirely.Come…He froze. He had learned enough by now not to trust any beckoning in this realm. Still, the pull was undeniable, like threads tugging at the marrow in his bones. Rhok clenched his fists and exhaled.“Fine,” he muttered. “But if this is another trick, I’ll burn the ground behind me so no one else follows.”The whisper grew stronger the
Chapter 194. Whisper of Velmira.
The night stretched long, the silence heavy. Rhok walked the worn path alone, only the crackle of fireflies flickering in the distance to remind him that the world had not yet gone silent. His boots scraped across broken stone, every step echoing faintly, swallowed by the darkness of the underworld’s veins.He felt it before he saw it, her presence. Like a ripple in still water, Velmira’s essence crept into the cracks of his mind. His chest tightened, not in fear, but in recognition.The shadows stirred, and suddenly, shards of fractured light cut across the path. Each shard carried her face. Her eyes, grey, almost silver watched him from a hundred angles, reflections trapped in broken glass that wasn’t really there.“Velmira.”Her lips curved in a half-smile, voice dripping with mockery and allure. “You still remember me. I thought maybe you’d forgotten. You seem to forget things easily these days… like your humanity.”Rhok exhaled, letting the words wash over him. “Humanity? I burne
Chapter 193. Sky Weeps Ash.
The day began as nothing more than a quiet wander.The fields outside the ruins stretched wide, dotted with tall grass swaying in the wind. Veyra walked beside me, carrying a basket she had stolen from a village some miles back. She claimed it was for berries, though most of what she’d picked so far had already ended up in her mouth. She hummed as she walked, and for a moment it almost felt like peace.But peace never lasted long with me.The wind shifted. Clouds, heavy and low, began to roll across the sky. The sun dimmed, and in its place came something wrong, a glow like a furnace door cracked open far above. I stopped moving. The air tasted of smoke, dry and metallic.Then the first flakes began to fall.Ash.At first Veyra thought it was snow, lifting her hand up and laughing. “It’s summer, Rhok. How could it snow...” Her voice broke when the gray smear melted against her palm, leaving streaks like charred dust.She looked at me, fear crawling into her eyes. “This isn’t normal.”
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