Baeh and his not so docile group of adventurers were enroute to a major town called Vitrolon. At that time, John had no idea that this town was known as the town of mercenaries.
Arriving at the town, all the party members dispersed, leaving Baeh and John to roam around the town. They were said to meet at the Thesius Square in 2 direds, 3 in Earth hours.
Baeh lead John into a dark alley and tried to rob him but John punched him with all the might he could muster and Baeh fell down. A deep pride coloured John’s face when suddenly three consecutive attacks caught his shoulder. He fell to the ground and the other party members joined in on the conversation.
“Damn! Leader was supposed to be the tough one. How did this flimsy guy manage to knockout Baeh?!”
John can never forget the gleam in the party member’s eyes when they noticed the ring on his left hand. And then he blacked out.
He woke to the pain in his left hand. And then he opened his eyes to the horror of seeing his own missing fingers kept to a side of the table. Through the pain, he gritted his teeth and asked the reason for all of this.
Baeh replied “Pretty fool! How did you get this ring? How valuable is this? Did you use a restrain enchant on it? Is it dwarven made??”
All John could see was a face smug as a wolf looking at its helpless prey. He just wished for a spell, an incantation or anything that would just kill these guys swiftly and help him.
The helplessness of himself drove John to a corner where he vouched to never trust anyone no matter what, to never trust strength if not his own, to never let anyone else do this to him.
As if listening to his plead, Iscander’s will invaded his body and a spell fell out of his mouth and in an instant, all the other people dropped dead as if they were attached to some strings.
Amazed by the magic he just performed, John took a mind note to practice this spell everyday to master it. But soon after, since the world energy left his body, he felt lightheaded again and fainted then and there. After quite some time with some healing water magic, John healed himself to the point that he could walk and talk. He quickly got up and ran towards a nursing home before collapsing on the front gate.
He dreamt, he dreamt of a mad human slaughtering everyone everywhere. He dreamt of a person that was as close to the almighty as one could be in term of power. He dreamt of being that person one day. As the saying goes, Iscander leaves no one unattended, John was supposed to be a part of the grand scheme of the planet. Iscander had many things planned for John, positive, negative but intersting nonetheless.
After this John trained hard, to the point that he could cut steel with his bare hands. The strength alone was frightening but when mixed with his control over most of the elements, it could dictate the flow of any war. He could even qualify as a one-man army.
And then he dozed off to sleep while celebrating his victory over the army of the Tyrant king. He slept like a baby. The people he unwillingly called comrades took his sleepy body to his room in the Essence Inn.
The next day John woke up with a smile on his face and the Abyss Lacerating Blades in his hands gripped tightly. He was feeling the adrenaline rush one would feel when experiencing something thrilling.
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