Dragon Master: The SSS-Ranked School Belle Asked Me To Contract Her Chapter 201 201: Sand Manipulation

Sikander didn't pay any attention to Veer's face and continued to to speak about the old tis.

"That Holder bitch targeted my best friend and waged a war against his region using the Dood War as excuse. Heh, he convinced everyone that this town was corrupted and they needed to eradicate it."

"And others believed it?" Veer asked in confusion.

"Normally, they wouldn't have believed it. Actually, they didn't believe his words entirely. They had their doubts but they didn't have ti to check if it was truth or not."

"Dood War, huh." Veer guessed.

"Yes. They were too busy fighting against the corruption and the Beings of Dark. They couldn't spare even a single soldier to check on it. That Holder bitch also used his connections and received the order to eradicate the whole region."

He sighed, reminiscing about the past.

"He put a powerful Rune Formation so nobody could escape it to tell others of the truth. It was a perfect plan, but I didn't believe it all. So, I abandoned my mission and ca to look for my best friend."

A silence followed and Veer didn't need words to understand what happened next. But Sikander still continued.

"When I got here, all I found was complete destruction of the town. You must have heard that every Island had a Corrupted civilization sealed, right? Well, this one is different since none of them survived, well, except for those two."

"I'm guessing one is that Holder bitch and other your best friend?" Veer guessed.

"Hmm, those two survived till the end because killing beings of their level isn't an easy task. However, my best friend wasted his initial efforts in saving his people and that costed him his life. Holder used that to weaken him and then...he corrupted him."

"Wait! But how? If he wasn't corrupted himself then..." Veer quickly interrupted him, confused about the sequence of events.

"I wonder too. I don't know how he did it because when I got there, they were fighting and my best friend was already corrupted. I let my anger take over and killed the Holder bitch. It was satisfying to say the least."

Veer was dumbfounded, wondering if he had heard it wrong. Holder could control literal concepts and that made him a dangerous foe and a being very hard to kill.

How did Sikander kill him? Just how strong was he in his pri?

Sikander ignored his gaze and said, "Anyways, the current state of this floating island is because of the Remnants of their battle. The storm you occasionally see here is just a random attack of that Holder bitch that still can't dissipate. He really was strong, huh."

Veer felt a chill. He had thought he was getting used to this otherworldly godly things but what bullshit was this?

A random attack still caused chaos on a whole floating island even after a thousand year.

"Damn it! How did the world even survive all of that?" Veer cursed.

"Who said it survived?" Sikander laughed loudly, hearing him. He truly found his statent laughable. "You're still living a big illusion, boy. Also, us Intelligent beings aren't to actually destroy the world."

"You're contradicting yourself," Veer narrowed his eyes.

"Am I? Well, I didn't lie though," Sikander chuckled and said. "I never lie. Anyway, you might so Remnants of that battle again here and there, but that's it. There are no reality bending beings here."

"Thanks for sharing all of this with ," Veer bowed slightly and said. "I have a few questions, can you answer them?"

"It depends on what you're asking," Sikander shrugged and chugged another bottle of wine.

"What stage were you in your pri?" Veer asked.

"Hmm, that's hard to explain since you don't know how higher stages work, but if it satisfies you, I never ascended to the Demi-God Stage, neither did those two," Sikander smiled even more when he saw Veer's shocked face.

"But...how is that possible?" Veer muttered in puzzlent. "I don't think Saint Stage are supposed to be that strong, right?"

"First, you're in a very misconception on how the higher stages works. Second, it is just my assumptions but the current era Saints are much weaker than those of Dark Era. And it's perhaps because they follow a different route," Sikander said. "I'll give you a hint."

"Please," Veer's ears perked up hearing that.

"On Saint Stage, you need to pass a few trials and you get different ranks in Saint Stage itself too," Sikander explained. "Sothing similar yet different happens on higher stages."

"Sort of like Cultivation major and minor realms, huh," Veer muttered. "I'll rember it."

"You don't need to worry that much about it," Sikander said. "You're still far away from those things. Also, you're far stronger than your current peers in the outside world. You and your cohort just feels weak and insignificant because of this Dood War Battlefield."

He chuckled softly and said, "And this is just a corner of true battlefield. The true Battlefield...hah!"

All of a sudden, Veer thought of sothing hearing his words, 'Wait! If attacks from Saint Stage can influence the world over a thousand year, then what should Demi God or Gods themselves. Why don't we have a the Dood War's battlefield where the attacks from the Gods are still there?'

"Don't bother thinking about all that," Sikander said, reading his thoughts. "That's sothing you should worry when you're atleast at Demi-God Stage. Before it, it's pointless."

As much as Sikander liked to pretend he didn't care, Veer knew that he had co to take a liking to their little group, so he decided to listen to his warning.

"Thanks. Another question, will I have to fight your best friend this ti?" Veer asked.

"No, I gave him a proper burial that ti...so that he doesn't wake up again as corrupted," Sikander said.

"So the reason we couldn't find the boss was because it was never there to begin with? It doesn't make any sense," Veer shook his head and said. "Who is guarding the altar then?"

"Soul of that Holder bitch...or should I say the Corrupted Remnant of his soul," Sikander chuckled softly and said. "I left a part of him there to suffer for eternity and also work as a guardian."

Veer nodded, finding it appropriate as he would do sothing similar if he was in Sikander's shoes.

"Do you know where we can find him.?" Veer asked.

"I already helped you a lot, brat. Now, go away and do your work," Sikander lifted his leg to kick Veer but he already jumped away.

"Atleast give a hint," Veer asked, standing on the doorway.

"You want hint? Heh, fine!" Sikander scoffed and said. "A tsunami of sand is coming so you better hurry up."

"Tsunami of sand?"

"A tsunami but instead of river, there will be sand," Sikander explained, as if it wasn't clearer before.

"I know that, shit..." Veer cursed. "How much ti do we have?"

"I don't know, but that girl should wake up before that," Sikander smiled and said.

Veer heaved a sigh of relief hearing that, as atleast they had so ti left. He gave a middle finger to Sikander and said, "Thanks, Old man. Atleast you're not completely useless."

Seeing him run away, Sikander shook his head and muttered, "This brat...who actually decided to give him that Aspect? Worse, he even has those girls... Heavens, is the Dood War gonna repeat?"

He didn't know and honestly didn't want to know. One war had already taken away everything he held dear, so now he couldn't care less about it.

However, thinking about Veer and his cohort, he sighed, "Maybe I should train them a little."

On the other hand, Veer swiftly left the underground cave system and ca on the surface. However, he didn't stop there as he climbed the Grand canyon to sit on the top.

As he watched the giant sun, that seed like it was getting closer and closer, Veer muttered, "Man! When will I get out of here?"

He wasted a few minutes looking at the sun, then shook his head and decided to focus on things on hand. His mind was still disturbed by Rain's matters and Elizabeth's visions.

He wanted a mont of rest, so he decided to do sothing that always relaxed his heart and mind.

Practice of his powers.

Veer touched the sand below him, and closed his eyes, feeling it's texture, shape, how the grains flowed in his hand. Then, he clenched his fist, as the sand flew around, scattering on the ground.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the text he wanted to write with the sand, but it ca off utterly bad.

Clicking his tongue, he once again gathered the sand and practiced to write text through it. It was a ridiculous thing, but it helped him make his control over Sand better.

After all, Sand Manipulation ca with his bloodline, along with many other affinities.