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Kliest city, Huveroz country.

Inside a dark room a small black box started shaking violently. Within a few seconds, it opened up and emitted a white brilliance, enough to illuminate the whole dark room.

Soon, the brilliance died down and the room got back to its dark state. In this dark room, a figure got up, waved his hands and lit up all the candles present around the room, illuminating it once again.

The figure was now visible due to the light brought by the candles. He had black hair, brown eyes and a lean build and was currently standing naked in the room.

He moved his arms around, touched his own body to ensure everything was in place and after finding no faults, he exhaled in relief. After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and yelled

“ARYAAAA!!! YOU SLUT!!! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL DEFINITELY KILL YOU!”

It was Eric who just got resurrected from his phylactery in his home in Kliest city, Huveroz country of Human Continent after being killed by Arya.

He stomped his feet on the ground violently, punched the walls around, smashed the furniture and made a mess out of the room he was in. He was too angry to think about anything rational.

After a few minutes of releasing his anger, he calmed down and muttered

“I am gonna make you lose your job, slut. I’ll make your life so miserable that the only option for you would be to kiss my feet and beg for mercy to survive.”

He put on his robes and left the messy room. Walking down the stairs, Eric reached a certain room which had a black metal door with a sign that read ‘Teleportation circle z-87’.

Pushing open the door, he reached a small square room which had dark brown runic inscriptions on the ground. He walked towards a corner where a small table was placed on which there was a dust covered box.

He opened the box and took several pieces of yellow coloured hexagon shaped gems. These yellow gems were nothing but Low grade magic stones.

There were four grades of magic stones available in the world. Low grade, Mid grade, High grade and Peak grade.

Low grade, as its name meant, was of the lowest quality and Peak grade was the finest quality magic stones.

All magic stones were hexagons in shape. Low grade magic stones were yellow, Mid were green, High were blue and peak grade were red in colour.

Eric blended with the radiance and soon the radiance died down and Eric was nowhere to be seen in the room. The rune emitting silvery light now turned back to its dark brown state and the yellow magic stones had now turned into powder after being used.



Ancestor’s city, Raizen.

Inside the the throne room, Ancestor’s palace.

The high ceiling of the large room were supported by large red cylindrical pillars at regular intervals, a red and gold coloured throne–matching the overall red and gold theme of the room, laid atop a raised platform which had steps present at its front, leading towards the throne.

On this throne sat a black-eyed middle aged man with waist length black hair wearing a majestic layered deep blue robes. The man had a neutral expression on his face as he looked at a man that seemed to be in his early 30s, with black hair and brown eyes kneeling in front of him while having his head bowed.

“Have you found any good candidate this year?” The middle aged man asked.

“Yes, Ancestor.” The black-haired, brown-eyed man said in a calm tone.

“Good. Who is it?” The middle aged man asked in a neutral tone once again.

“The heir of the Novius family, Ancestor.” The man in his late 30s said while still kneeling down and bowing his head.

The middle aged man raised an eyebrow in interest and asked with a slight surprised look, “Graham’s son?”

“Yes, Ancestor.” The man in his late 30s said.

The middle aged man had a slight smile on his face after hearing this and muttered, “Good job, Eric. Make sure to groom him well. Is there anything else? If not, you may leave.”

The man in his late 30s kneeling was none other than Eric and the middle aged man with black hair and black eyes was the Human Ancestor, Darren Whitter.

“There’s another thing, Ancestor. I have a small request. If you may allow it, I will present it to you.” Eric said, still bowing.

“Speak.” Darren said in a neutral tone.

Eric took out a scroll from his spatial ring and presented it to Darren. After handing it over, he said

“Can Ancestor please read and sign this document?”

Darren opened the scroll and the first few lines he read were a statement made to the Council of the Neutral Continent, stating about firing a staff member of the Abalax World Academy which was under their management.

Just reading these few lines made him lose interest and he didn’t bother to read further as to who it was that was getting fired or why was someone being fired. It was not worth his time to partake into such ploys of Eric and since Eric had done the job he was asked for, Darren was currently in a good mood and signed the document.

Darren handed over the document to Eric, who bowed once again and left.

Coming out of the Ancestor’s mighty red and black palace that stood in centre of Ancestor’s city, Eric smiled widely. He put the scroll in his ring and clenched his fist tightly and muttered

“Kiss goodbye to your job now, Arya, you slut. Hahahahaha!”

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