"Where exactly are we going right now?" Michael asked, feeling a bit skeptical.
After all, they had been flying in one direction for the last 8 hours, with Xylo and his brother trailing not too far behind.
For so reason, the Pegasus decided to follow along too.
"I need to fulfill my end of the agreent," Pardoth replied, now in his humanoid form. "But I feel like I have to ask—how did you even get to this world in the first place?"
"Opened a door, I guess?" Michael shrugged. "There was so door in another world that led here, and Xylo picked up, you could say."
Pardoth turned to Xylo. "Is that true?"
"Yes!" Xylo imdiately replied, nodding aggressively. "It's because of an ancient contract I made with the people of his world. He was the one to fulfill it, so I took him here."
"I assu it was approved by the elders, correct?" Pardoth said with narrowed eyes. "Even ancient contracts have an expiration date."
"Yes, sir, it's a permanent contract... I made it when I was young." Xylo replied. "But I've changed my ways; I no longer make stupid contracts!"
"That's good to hear, but still, why are you all tagging along?" Pardoth asked. "Don't you have sowhere else to be?"
"If I don't fulfill my role in the contract, I will die, so I need to stay close," Xylo affird, spewing bullshit.
If he really cared that much, then he wouldn't have fought his brother in the skies, nearly killing Michael in the process.
Twice.
"I need mana," the Pegasus said.
"I'm bored," Xylo's brother added, and with a facepalm, Pardoth began leading the way forward.
Surprisingly, Michael could feel the atmosphere growing denser, and if he went any further, it might even crush him.
But perhaps because of the people around him, the pressure was greatly reduced.
Nonetheless, they traveled for several more hours until eventually, they stumbled upon so kind of fissure.
Yet this one looked certainly more ominous than the one Xylo and his brother had ford.
It was oozing out green mana into the skies, and frankly, Michael could feel his breaths stagnating with each passing mont.
Nonetheless, since Pardoth wasn't stopping, and neither were any of the people around him, he decided to go through it.
Yet as he did, the only thing that greeted him was pure darkness everywhere he looked.
The only indicator that he wasn't lost were the outlines of everyone present, although they were swiftly dimming.
In the end, he had to speed up, and once he did, Michael finally saw sothing different.
Each one of them was moving at so sort of frequency, and if he matched it, he could actually see them.
Therefore, he sped up even more, until eventually, Pardoth's surprised expression appeared before his eyes.
But before he could question what was wrong, Michael took one good look around, spotting sothing interesting.
There was a miniature platform ahead, and surrounding it, was so sort of green fog.
Michael's senses were spiraling out of control at the amount of mana present.
"Is that...?"
"Yes, that is where your part of the agreent lies. I will bring you a person each day, and in turn, you may stay here for as long as you'd like," Pardoth affird, narrowing his eyes. "But how were you able to recognize the pattern back there? I thought no one but the eldritch beings are capable of sothing like that."
"I just figured it out, I guess," Michael shrugged, before pointing down to the platform. "May I go?"
Pardoth slowly nodded. "You may. I will see you tomorrow; don't get carried away."
With a small smile, Michael hovered down, turning around just to see every single person scatter, even the Pegasus.
Nonetheless, he finally made his way down and stood on the platform.
In an instant, his Mana Purity began going up, followed by an interesting set of ssages.
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Really. So if I remain weak, then it won't? Is that it? Michael asked with amusent, beginning to ignore it.
However, another notification made him halt in his tracks.
...Is that you, system?
So it's not you, but why should that matter? Also, who are these beings? Michael asked.
Okay, now you're just repeating yourself. Michael sighed, before opening his status screen.
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Na: Michael
Age: ######## years old
Race: ####
Affinity: Light [Supre]; Darkness [Supre] (LOCKED); Origin [???] (LOCKED) ###
Mana Purity: 1322% → 1#3#
Mana Core (1): Flow
Mana Core Rank (1): Tier 3
-:- ### Progress to next Tier -:-
Mana Core (2): Speech
Mana Core Rank (2): Tier 6
-:- ### Progress to next Tier -:-
Seraphim Progress: 1/7
Titles:
#####
- Stats:
###
- Skills / [Skill rging] / [Skill Sacrifice] / [Skill Synthesis]
########
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Huh? Michael's eyes widened in panic. What did you do?
Hmm, is that so. Michael frowned, however, deep down, he knew this was the only option.
The option of breaking the system.
He had been feeling limits in his skills even before the system left, and for him to easily kill Tier 5's and Tier 6's as a Tier 3 himself simply did not make sense.
Therefore, he needed a reevaluation, an actual one.
And since the system, Mikhail, was nowhere to be seen, no one could stop him.
Besides, even if he lost the skills, he had spent way too much ti using them to not rember how to cast them.
But he could admit, the lack of seeing his stats and everything else would be a bit of a pity.
However, if that's what he had to do, then so be it.
Michael sat down on the platform, mana funneling all around him.
The amount was so massive that whatever he had absorbed years ago ant jack shit.
Soon, the ssages which he was hoping not to see had co pouring in.
His strength felt limited for just a re mont, however, as though a dam, it suddenly burst forth, destroying the barrier that was locking his strength.
However, Michael felt like he could do more, beco more.
It was not greed, but rely certainty.
But not even a few monts later, another familiar ssage rolled out.
Am I now? Michael smirked.
Pfft... Michael laughed at the system's attempts to halt him, but he did not let up, continuing to absorb the mana at an incredibly rapid rate.
Even his body began changing.
His shoulder-length black hair soon turned golden, expanding down to his knees, and even further below.
But that was not over, as the system ssages kept flashing before his eyes.
However, they soon stopped, replaced by only a single one.
As it fell, Michael suddenly felt a chill run down his back, and as he turned around, a familiar figure greeted his sight.
"Mikhail?" he asked, shocked.
But the figure did not respond, and after taking one good look at it, Michael was able to determine that this wasn't actually Mikhail.
It was rely so sort of clone, yet its strength was undeniable.
Tier 10, at least, and the halo it had on its head was even more ominous.
It was emitting an extrely potent light magic aura, which made a shiver go down Michael's back.
But that did not matter, as soon, he made up his mind, before mimicking a certain skill he had used a dozen tis during the years.
[Sanctuary]
Enveloping himself, before stretching out the mana, a massive barrier was soon ford, covering the entire mana-absorbing grounds.
However, that was not all, as due to the amount of mana, Michael was able to enhance his [Sanctuary] further.
Now, he felt like the only one who could stop him was Pardoth, or even the real Mikhail himself.
"I suppose you don't want to chat before you die?" Michael teased.
"You did, and I still have no clue who you are, so we can say it's even, yeah?" Michael said before sending a Sword of Light toward Mikhail.
But it seed like he had underestimated his strength, as after he abandoned the system, he had gained a bit more strength than he was expecting.
Even more so, Michael couldn't feel his own mana core anymore.
In the end, however, it did not matter, as the Sword of Light flew right at Mikhail's clone, and pierced straight through his head, shattering the Halo in an instant.
Uhh... What the fuck? Michael's eyes widened.
He knew the sanctuary was strong, but was it truly that strong?
Who's "our," also, where did you put the original Mikhail? Michael asked, as it seed like the system was about to disappear.
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