Rising god Chapter 100: Just three days

That day, Baines opened his eyes and forced himself to stand up. He couldn’t remain that way unless he spent several days.

He endured the pain to move. After taking a shower, he called his brother and the executives. His brother ranted about what they spoke about in the eting, emphasizing the fact that Darkan might face hell in the future.

Baines’ response to it was, "Third executive, join whatever rubbish they are planning." Ralph and the executives were surprised by his response.

"Why?" Ralph asked. At the mont, they could storm the place, actually win, and beco the leader of Darkan’s underground.

And Baines replied because his brother asked, "First off, I don’t want attention drawn. Second off, if we go to war, how many do you think will die? Sure, we would win, but Dawnless mbers are weak." He shook his head in contempt, making the three executives embarrassed. "No, the whole underground is weak." He re-emphasized his words and looked at the three executives.

"Besides, I’m not done using you, so I am giving you a choice. Do you also want to be a dragon?"

"What do you an?" the first asked. "I an, I will engrave the blood of a talented dragon in you. You get its abilities, bodily strength, and depending on how much you can draw from it, you can be a half-dragon." He also went further to explain the downsides to it.

After the explanation, he left the executives to decide; however, "We agree." They had agreed imdiately.

Baines didn’t even ask if they were sure or for confirmation; he just opened his pocket space and asked, "Fire or lightning?"

The second imdiately asked for lightning, while the first and third asked for fire.

After telling them, they stood there, bare as he engraved the blood of the strongest dragons he had on the three executives. The engraving lacerated their skin, drawing blood that pooled on the floor; however, when it was done, their bodies glowed, and when it settled, Lightning crackled around the second, and fire whipped around the first and third executives. They could feel the changes and, released the new power in them.

Booom!

The floor, made with tough material, caved in just from the impact. Wings of the chosen color of their dragon appeared on their backs; so parts of their skin grew scales, and they could feel the surge of power and energy they had.

When they released it, they looked at themselves, nodded, and knelt down before him.

"Woah..." Ralph exclaid.

"I don’t need your loyalty. Just find the people I want you to find." He walked out on them just as they had expected. "Gather Dawnless."

...

Soon, all Dawnless mbers were gathered before the central building.

The sword unit stood before them, facing the crowd with their swords raised. While the dawnless mbers looked up, wondering what their leader had to say.

Then the executives delivered the information from Baines. A lot of them were shocked.

Was that possible? Could they really be as talented as the others?

Over ninety percent of them decided on the engraving, while the minority stood there, looking at the rest in sha. They were so happy to lose their humanity. They still believed they had potential. As they decided on what they wanted, Wick was left to engrave all of them.

Baines went back; his next plan was to absorb so knowledge Eye had sorted out from his intake from the Silent Staff. "Eye, how long will it take to transfer the sections I need?"

[1,000 SECTIONS. 1 YEAR]

He almost stumbled as he saw it. ’One year?’ That didn’t sound possible at all. ’How do I do it? I don’t have that much ti,’ he also knew that with the way things were, the empire was going to act soon enough.

He then looked at Ralph. ’I should teach him Origin Arts. Should I also give him the Dark Sun?’ When he now thought of gods, the picture of the wind god ca to his mind. ’But, would he not be tied down to responsibilities?’ His brother would have to create a temple, bring in believers, and... "No," he shook off the thought.

’I’d rather teach him Blood Energy,’ he said to himself. At that mont, Wick materialized with new information.

"The clone says we have three days left."

Baines frowned at those words. After everything he had done for them, they still rushed him because they couldn’t keep a delegate from the imperial family waiting. Maybe this was the first ti he was showing this level of displeasure, but this wasn’t the first ti they did it.

"Ralph, there’s no more ti," he called his brother, and for a day, he used to teach him Origin Arts and so other techniques, before he went on closed-door training.

For the second day, he used it to digest anything he could from Eye, and on the third day, he had insight into the techniques he was aiming to create.

By now, Dawnless had already been inscribed with the blood, well, only those who agreed to learn, and they were excited about it. Their dry potential was finally watered, and they were happy about it.

They were also told of the result from the general eting and their way forward; they would join Maroon in his underground alliance.

He also told Wick to make the whole organization movable for the future, and he ordered the sword units to begin hellish training for the Dawnless.

His order was ruthless: "If you find any useless one, kill them," and the mbers didn’t take it as a joke, and certainly not the sword unit. Under that mood, and with a final look at where his brother locked himself, he left Dawnless.

Within hours, he arrived at his rented room and stored the clone in his pocket space. With the remaining hours left, he tried to think of his next plan.

’The empire,’ that na only reminded him of Vole Malakar.

It was due to his insistence that he settled in this empire. ’With his abilities, couldn’t he have found out I was lying?’ Baines thought. If he really was a Malakar, he would’ve caught him lying that instant.

Unless, maybe he couldn’t.

Bang! Bang!

A loud knock resounded on his door.

’It’s ti, huh?’ he sighed and got up.

Without emotion, he opened the door and passed by Dolik. ’This little shit,’ Dolik’s thoughts towards Baines had worsened by the day. Forced to stay in the new motel, he wasn’t even allowed to reach the stairs of this motel to check what Baines was up to.

Not only was he treated less, but his position was in jeopardy. He had failed thrice. No place accepted failures thrice. He wanted to attack badly, but Baines was stronger than he was. He would just face another humiliation.

They got on the carriage and returned to the family.

The banquet was nearing its end; so guests had already made their way back; however, so still stayed.

Amidst it all, the Imperial Commander suddenly looked in the distance from the hall, and when the Darkan Head followed his eyes,

’He has arrived,’ he said as he silently followed the Imperial Commander.

Obviously, the guests saw it, and seeing others join, they too joined and left the banquet hall. With the Imperial Commander standing at the forefront, and just a hundred ters from the gate, and the rest flanking from behind, they saw a figure co through the gate.

He didn’t have his scarf, but from the situation, they could tell. Striking black hair, dark eyes with flicks of red at their sides, and a tall, handso stature.

The infamous Jin had arrived.