Chapter 48: 48
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The old man, Zarakhtul, looked at the kneeled youth whose name was Honza with no sympathy or intention to help. He retracted his gaze.
"Why are you here?" Honza asked as his eyes frowned. His red eyes slowly lost their glow and returned to normal.
Zarakhtul moved his head to the left and right, seemingly searching for something, and said, "nothing particular. I coincidentally walked by and noticed your aura."
Honza doubted this old man's words but he didn't say anything as he remained silent.
He shifted his attention to his state and realized he was quite weak and should he stay here any longer. He might die due to the cold.
"Your state is pitiful. Do you need any help?" Zarakhtul offered help with a gentle tone and Honza reflexively shook his head.
"Receiving your help is the same as eating human waste." He rejected him in an unfriendly manner.
"No need to be that cautious towards me. I'm your friend." His tone was friendly and a smile plastered on his face but Honza couldn't help to notice an ulterior motive.
"Friend?" He scoffed, "I might as well turn myself into a crazy lunatic if I view you as a friend."
Zarakhtul gave him a dry chuckle without rejecting his words or giving a response. Instead, he changed the topic, "still, to stay alive after facing a rank three sorcerer and three rank six Anomalies. I find it impressive. Is this the power your race has? Truly terrifying."
"Save your sweet words for someone else," he said coldly. He uncovered his shirt as he slightly lifted it, showing his stomach. It then let out a glow as something opened.
With a small gap on his stomach, he put his hand into it. The white gap looked like a gate to another space and he didn't show any signs of pain after this action.
Zarakhtul wasn't surprised and acted as if this usually happened. As he waited for Honza to pull out his hand.
"How much stuff can you store in your Body Storage?" Zarakhtul asked curiously and he replied.
"As long as the item isn't bigger and heavier than my body."
Shortly thereafter, he pulled out his hand, and the gap closed on its own as the white glow dissipated, showing his fair skin.
He didn't immediately cover his stomach as he had to grab something.
In his palm was a human heart, red liquid flowed down across his arm before dropping to the floor.
Due to its size, it was impossible to grab something else as his hand was occupied with it.
"Here." Honza casually flung the heart to Zarakhtul and he caught it as though catching a ball. After that, Honza willed it and a gap on his stomach revealed itself. It led to a hidden space in his body that stored many invaluable items.
After grabbing it and pulling his hand out, there were two small tubes between his fingers, one often saw these in the laboratory. Its content was dark blue and thicker than blood.
Opening the lid, he drank it and his aching pain instantly disappeared. He let out a pleasant faint moan as though just drank a glass of beer after a day of hard work.
"Ah~"
By then, he felt relieved. His strength gradually recovered at a decent rate. Then, he gazed at Zarakhtul who constantly stared at him. It was quite uncomfortable to be watched.
Met with a cold look, he said, "your actions after drinking healing potions are quite a sight."
Honza rarely showed this side of him. He did so subconsciously due to the habits he built from his childhood. For Zarakhtul, it was interesting to see it.
Honza ignored his words as he circulated the effects of the potion to greatly speed up the recovery. Mixed with his unique spiritual energy, his recovery increased by three times!
Wounds close in on themselves. Spiritual energy replenished at terrifying speed. The healing potion was a normal one but his body wasn't.
Zarakhtul munched on the raw heart without wasting any more time. With sorcerers on high alert, they would be discovered sooner rather than later.
One shouldn't underestimate those company dogs. With numbers, both of them could suffer a huge loss.
After two to five bites, "a virgin maiden's heart is truly delicious." He savored the taste in his mouth. Blood tastes like meat juice and heart similar to a chicken thigh cooked after seasoning by a professional chef.
In each bite, blood would splash onto his suit, the ground, or tainted Honza's face.
"Can't you eat that disgusting thing away from me?" He was slightly irritated as he wiped the blood with his hands.
"Sorry, the smell made me can't control myself." As he said this, his mouth filled with what he just ate, making his voice a bit muffled.
After finishing his lunch, he rubbed his stomach in a circle and once in a while patted it, "Truly, nothing beats a human heart." He smiled in satisfaction.
Honza averted his eyes to the side after hearing his words, feeling disgusted and didn't want to say anything. Fortunately, he saw this scene more than a few times and so, he got used to it.
Regardless, he didn't become numb towards it. Compared to the first time where he puked, this time he averted his gaze.
After saying what he just said, Zarakhtul looked at Honza.
"What?" He asked after being gazed at for a full five seconds.
"I'll kill you immediately should you think about ripping my heart out and killing me." He simply shook his head upon the threat and sigh, seemingly disappointed, "Honza, I'm a man that values promises and trust. I'll never lie. Furthermore, my strength barely reaches my decent state. Far from my peak."
Honza lay down as his eyes became normal and his weapon slowly fell to the ground.
"Great if you said so. Once you reach your peak, I hope we never meet again. You filthy ghoul," he said in disdain.
Of course, when that happened. The contract with his client automatically not be in effect anymore as the one who played the most part was Zarakhtul.
"Yet you help me. I guess for a race that would do anything to balance the world, they won't hesitate to dirty their hands.
"Sigh, what a pity, I'll miss this heart." He touched his left chest, feeling reluctant.
Honza pretended Zarakhtul's first sentences didn't exist.
"A contract's a contract. If you're going to break your promise, I'll make a hole in your head." He said with a tone of threat as he pointed his weapon at him.
His eyes glowed and as though becoming a sentient being, the kunai floated and pointed its sharp edge at Zarakhtul's head. With simple control, it would dart forward like an arrow.
Zarakhtul didn't show any fluctuations in his emotion.
"Youngsters nowadays don't know to show some respect for the elders," he said as he shook his head, seemingly displeased due to Honza's behavior.
"I don't want to hear that from a guy who just ate a human heart."
Zarakhtul chortled and said, "everyone has pros and cons. That aside, why don't you change that weapon of yours? It is powerful but with your personality. You'll die sooner or later."
"It's none of your concern. As long as I prepare myself, I can deal with the backlash." His voice was confident. After this, he opened the lid and drank another potion. This was to further recover his state to his peak.
If the first potion to prevent him from dying due to the cold and succumb to weakness. This time was to reach his peak.
Right now, he was ready for anything.
He then stood and spread his spiritual energy in a dome shape. It covered more than five hundred meters.
He discovered five sorcerers patrolling the area; they appeared to be looking for him. This made his brows creased as he momentarily fell in thought.
Why do Anomalies attack me yet even though these guys are lurking nearby, no Anomalies are attacking them.
"It's not too late to change it." He suggested, slightly pressing him.
"Why are you so eager to change my weapon?" He asked suspiciously with eyes squinted.
"It would be a huge loss if you died. To this world and me. Although I don't care about the first one, it can't be denied that I lived on this planet."
"Zarakhtul, you showing concern over me is unexpected. Almost the same as the appearance of one of the signs that the world is ending."
Right after he said so, he had a thought and asked, "Zarakhtul, why did you come here? I believe our client's building is quite the distance from here."
Should he take a stroll, why did he end up here? Miles away from the building? This furthers his suspicion towards Zarakhtul.
"Relax, before I notice your aura. I just bought an early release of a light novel. It is pretty popular and I had to rush over.
I'm a ghoul, I can jump to each building and come back before anyone realizes."
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The old man, Zarakhtul, looked at the kneeled youth whose name was Honza with no sympathy or intention to help. He retracted his gaze.
"Why are you here?" Honza asked as his eyes frowned. His red eyes slowly lost their glow and returned to normal.
Zarakhtul moved his head to the left and right, seemingly searching for something, and said, "nothing particular. I coincidentally walked by and noticed your aura."
Honza doubted this old man's words but he didn't say anything as he remained silent.
He shifted his attention to his state and realized he was quite weak and should he stay here any longer. He might die due to the cold.
"Your state is pitiful. Do you need any help?" Zarakhtul offered help with a gentle tone and Honza reflexively shook his head.
"Receiving your help is the same as eating human waste." He rejected him in an unfriendly manner.
"No need to be that cautious towards me. I'm your friend." His tone was friendly and a smile plastered on his face but Honza couldn't help to notice an ulterior motive.
"Friend?" He scoffed, "I might as well turn myself into a crazy lunatic if I view you as a friend."
Zarakhtul gave him a dry chuckle without rejecting his words or giving a response. Instead, he changed the topic, "still, to stay alive after facing a rank three sorcerer and three rank six Anomalies. I find it impressive. Is this the power your race has? Truly terrifying."
"Save your sweet words for someone else," he said coldly. He uncovered his shirt as he slightly lifted it, showing his stomach. It then let out a glow as something opened.
With a small gap on his stomach, he put his hand into it. The white gap looked like a gate to another space and he didn't show any signs of pain after this action.
Zarakhtul wasn't surprised and acted as if this usually happened. As he waited for Honza to pull out his hand.
"How much stuff can you store in your Body Storage?" Zarakhtul asked curiously and he replied.
"As long as the item isn't bigger and heavier than my body."
Shortly thereafter, he pulled out his hand, and the gap closed on its own as the white glow dissipated, showing his fair skin.
He didn't immediately cover his stomach as he had to grab something.
In his palm was a human heart, red liquid flowed down across his arm before dropping to the floor.
Due to its size, it was impossible to grab something else as his hand was occupied with it.
"Here." Honza casually flung the heart to Zarakhtul and he caught it as though catching a ball. After that, Honza willed it and a gap on his stomach revealed itself. It led to a hidden space in his body that stored many invaluable items.
After grabbing it and pulling his hand out, there were two small tubes between his fingers, one often saw these in the laboratory. Its content was dark blue and thicker than blood.
Opening the lid, he drank it and his aching pain instantly disappeared. He let out a pleasant faint moan as though just drank a glass of beer after a day of hard work.
"Ah~"
By then, he felt relieved. His strength gradually recovered at a decent rate. Then, he gazed at Zarakhtul who constantly stared at him. It was quite uncomfortable to be watched.
Met with a cold look, he said, "your actions after drinking healing potions are quite a sight."
Honza rarely showed this side of him. He did so subconsciously due to the habits he built from his childhood. For Zarakhtul, it was interesting to see it.
Honza ignored his words as he circulated the effects of the potion to greatly speed up the recovery. Mixed with his unique spiritual energy, his recovery increased by three times!
Wounds close in on themselves. Spiritual energy replenished at terrifying speed. The healing potion was a normal one but his body wasn't.
Zarakhtul munched on the raw heart without wasting any more time. With sorcerers on high alert, they would be discovered sooner rather than later.
One shouldn't underestimate those company dogs. With numbers, both of them could suffer a huge loss.
After two to five bites, "a virgin maiden's heart is truly delicious." He savored the taste in his mouth. Blood tastes like meat juice and heart similar to a chicken thigh cooked after seasoning by a professional chef.
In each bite, blood would splash onto his suit, the ground, or tainted Honza's face.
"Can't you eat that disgusting thing away from me?" He was slightly irritated as he wiped the blood with his hands.
"Sorry, the smell made me can't control myself." As he said this, his mouth filled with what he just ate, making his voice a bit muffled.
After finishing his lunch, he rubbed his stomach in a circle and once in a while patted it, "Truly, nothing beats a human heart." He smiled in satisfaction.
Honza averted his eyes to the side after hearing his words, feeling disgusted and didn't want to say anything. Fortunately, he saw this scene more than a few times and so, he got used to it.
Regardless, he didn't become numb towards it. Compared to the first time where he puked, this time he averted his gaze.
After saying what he just said, Zarakhtul looked at Honza.
"What?" He asked after being gazed at for a full five seconds.
"I'll kill you immediately should you think about ripping my heart out and killing me." He simply shook his head upon the threat and sigh, seemingly disappointed, "Honza, I'm a man that values promises and trust. I'll never lie. Furthermore, my strength barely reaches my decent state. Far from my peak."
Honza lay down as his eyes became normal and his weapon slowly fell to the ground.
"Great if you said so. Once you reach your peak, I hope we never meet again. You filthy ghoul," he said in disdain.
Of course, when that happened. The contract with his client automatically not be in effect anymore as the one who played the most part was Zarakhtul.
"Yet you help me. I guess for a race that would do anything to balance the world, they won't hesitate to dirty their hands.
"Sigh, what a pity, I'll miss this heart." He touched his left chest, feeling reluctant.
Honza pretended Zarakhtul's first sentences didn't exist.
"A contract's a contract. If you're going to break your promise, I'll make a hole in your head." He said with a tone of threat as he pointed his weapon at him.
His eyes glowed and as though becoming a sentient being, the kunai floated and pointed its sharp edge at Zarakhtul's head. With simple control, it would dart forward like an arrow.
Zarakhtul didn't show any fluctuations in his emotion.
"Youngsters nowadays don't know to show some respect for the elders," he said as he shook his head, seemingly displeased due to Honza's behavior.
"I don't want to hear that from a guy who just ate a human heart."
Zarakhtul chortled and said, "everyone has pros and cons. That aside, why don't you change that weapon of yours? It is powerful but with your personality. You'll die sooner or later."
"It's none of your concern. As long as I prepare myself, I can deal with the backlash." His voice was confident. After this, he opened the lid and drank another potion. This was to further recover his state to his peak.
If the first potion to prevent him from dying due to the cold and succumb to weakness. This time was to reach his peak.
Right now, he was ready for anything.
He then stood and spread his spiritual energy in a dome shape. It covered more than five hundred meters.
He discovered five sorcerers patrolling the area; they appeared to be looking for him. This made his brows creased as he momentarily fell in thought.
Why do Anomalies attack me yet even though these guys are lurking nearby, no Anomalies are attacking them.
"It's not too late to change it." He suggested, slightly pressing him.
"Why are you so eager to change my weapon?" He asked suspiciously with eyes squinted.
"It would be a huge loss if you died. To this world and me. Although I don't care about the first one, it can't be denied that I lived on this planet."
"Zarakhtul, you showing concern over me is unexpected. Almost the same as the appearance of one of the signs that the world is ending."
Right after he said so, he had a thought and asked, "Zarakhtul, why did you come here? I believe our client's building is quite the distance from here."
Should he take a stroll, why did he end up here? Miles away from the building? This furthers his suspicion towards Zarakhtul.
"Relax, before I notice your aura. I just bought an early release of a light novel. It is pretty popular and I had to rush over.
I'm a ghoul, I can jump to each building and come back before anyone realizes."
The old man, Zarakhtul, looked at the kneeled youth whose name was Honza with no sympathy or intention to help. He retracted his gaze. "Why are you here?" Honza asked as his eyes frowned. His red eyes slowly lost their glow and returned to normal. Zarakhtul moved his head to the left and right, seemingly searching for something, and said, "nothing particular. I coincidentally walked by and noticed your aura." Honza doubted this old man's words but he didn't say anything as he remained silent. He shifted his attention to his state and realized he was quite weak and should he stay here any longer. He might die due to the cold. "Your state is pitiful. Do you need any help?" Zarakhtul offered help with a gentle tone and Honza reflexively shook his head. "Receiving your help is the same as eating human waste." He rejected him in an unfriendly manner. "No need to be that cautious towards me. I'm your friend." His tone was friendly and a smile plastered on his face but Honza couldn't help to notice an ulterior motive. "Friend?" He scoffed, "I might as well turn myself into a crazy lunatic if I view you as a friend." Zarakhtul gave him a dry chuckle without rejecting his words or giving a response. Instead, he changed the topic, "still, to stay alive after facing a rank three sorcerer and three rank six Anomalies. I find it impressive. Is this the power your race has? Truly terrifying." "Save your sweet words for someone else," he said coldly. He uncovered his shirt as he slightly lifted it, showing his stomach. It then let out a glow as something opened. With a small gap on his stomach, he put his hand into it. The white gap looked like a gate to another space and he didn't show any signs of pain after this action. Zarakhtul wasn't surprised and acted as if this usually happened. As he waited for Honza to pull out his hand. "How much stuff can you store in your Body Storage?" Zarakhtul asked curiously and he replied. "As long as the item isn't bigger and heavier than my body." Shortly thereafter, he pulled out his hand, and the gap closed on its own as the white glow dissipated, showing his fair skin. He didn't immediately cover his stomach as he had to grab something. In his palm was a human heart, red liquid flowed down across his arm before dropping to the floor. Due to its size, it was impossible to grab something else as his hand was occupied with it. "Here." Honza casually flung the heart to Zarakhtul and he caught it as though catching a ball. After that, Honza willed it and a gap on his stomach revealed itself. It led to a hidden space in his body that stored many invaluable items. After grabbing it and pulling his hand out, there were two small tubes between his fingers, one often saw these in the laboratory. Its content was dark blue and thicker than blood. Opening the lid, he drank it and his aching pain instantly disappeared. He let out a pleasant faint moan as though just drank a glass of beer after a day of hard work. "Ah~" By then, he felt relieved. His strength gradually recovered at a decent rate. Then, he gazed at Zarakhtul who constantly stared at him. It was quite uncomfortable to be watched. Met with a cold look, he said, "your actions after drinking healing potions are quite a sight." Honza rarely showed this side of him. He did so subconsciously due to the habits he built from his childhood. For Zarakhtul, it was interesting to see it. Honza ignored his words as he circulated the effects of the potion to greatly speed up the recovery. Mixed with his unique spiritual energy, his recovery increased by three times! Wounds close in on themselves. Spiritual energy replenished at terrifying speed. The healing potion was a normal one but his body wasn't. Zarakhtul munched on the raw heart without wasting any more time. With sorcerers on high alert, they would be discovered sooner rather than later. One shouldn't underestimate those company dogs. With numbers, both of them could suffer a huge loss. After two to five bites, "a virgin maiden's heart is truly delicious." He savored the taste in his mouth. Blood tastes like meat juice and heart similar to a chicken thigh cooked after seasoning by a professional chef. In each bite, blood would splash onto his suit, the ground, or tainted Honza's face. "Can't you eat that disgusting thing away from me?" He was slightly irritated as he wiped the blood with his hands. "Sorry, the smell made me can't control myself." As he said this, his mouth filled with what he just ate, making his voice a bit muffled. After finishing his lunch, he rubbed his stomach in a circle and once in a while patted it, "Truly, nothing beats a human heart." He smiled in satisfaction. Honza averted his eyes to the side after hearing his words, feeling disgusted and didn't want to say anything. Fortunately, he saw this scene more than a few times and so, he got used to it. Regardless, he didn't become numb towards it. Compared to the first time where he puked, this time he averted his gaze. After saying what he just said, Zarakhtul looked at Honza. "What?" He asked after being gazed at for a full five seconds. "I'll kill you immediately should you think about ripping my heart out and killing me." He simply shook his head upon the threat and sigh, seemingly disappointed, "Honza, I'm a man that values promises and trust. I'll never lie. Furthermore, my strength barely reaches my decent state. Far from my peak." Honza lay down as his eyes became normal and his weapon slowly fell to the ground. "Great if you said so. Once you reach your peak, I hope we never meet again. You filthy ghoul," he said in disdain. Of course, when that happened. The contract with his client automatically not be in effect anymore as the one who played the most part was Zarakhtul. "Yet you help me. I guess for a race that would do anything to balance the world, they won't hesitate to dirty their hands. "Sigh, what a pity, I'll miss this heart." He touched his left chest, feeling reluctant. Honza pretended Zarakhtul's first sentences didn't exist. "A contract's a contract. If you're going to break your promise, I'll make a hole in your head." He said with a tone of threat as he pointed his weapon at him. His eyes glowed and as though becoming a sentient being, the kunai floated and pointed its sharp edge at Zarakhtul's head. With simple control, it would dart forward like an arrow. Zarakhtul didn't show any fluctuations in his emotion. "Youngsters nowadays don't know to show some respect for the elders," he said as he shook his head, seemingly displeased due to Honza's behavior. "I don't want to hear that from a guy who just ate a human heart." Zarakhtul chortled and said, "everyone has pros and cons. That aside, why don't you change that weapon of yours? It is powerful but with your personality. You'll die sooner or later." "It's none of your concern. As long as I prepare myself, I can deal with the backlash." His voice was confident. After this, he opened the lid and drank another potion. This was to further recover his state to his peak. If the first potion to prevent him from dying due to the cold and succumb to weakness. This time was to reach his peak. Right now, he was ready for anything. He then stood and spread his spiritual energy in a dome shape. It covered more than five hundred meters. He discovered five sorcerers patrolling the area; they appeared to be looking for him. This made his brows creased as he momentarily fell in thought. Why do Anomalies attack me yet even though these guys are lurking nearby, no Anomalies are attacking them. "It's not too late to change it." He suggested, slightly pressing him. "Why are you so eager to change my weapon?" He asked suspiciously with eyes squinted. "It would be a huge loss if you died. To this world and me. Although I don't care about the first one, it can't be denied that I lived on this planet." "Zarakhtul, you showing concern over me is unexpected. Almost the same as the appearance of one of the signs that the world is ending." Right after he said so, he had a thought and asked, "Zarakhtul, why did you come here? I believe our client's building is quite the distance from here." Should he take a stroll, why did he end up here? Miles away from the building? This furthers his suspicion towards Zarakhtul. "Relax, before I notice your aura. I just bought an early release of a light novel. It is pretty popular and I had to rush over. I'm a ghoul, I can jump to each building and come back before anyone realizes."
