Elental Era, Year 430
The season of sumr was already midway. The heat of the sun perated to the ground and sweat could be seen on everyone's face.
Six days had passed since Avion Teller, son of the Ruler of the Universe traveled through ti and ca back to the history he was just reading before. Ca along with him is the power to control ti, his body's ti to be specific.
On the first day he ca, he stood in front of a princess of a kingdom. Infatuated with an unfamiliar beauty, Avion Teller was happy to be brought there. However, without him knowing, he had already offended the big people in that place, Trading-Hills Capital.
Unfortunately for him, that happiness was short as he t his first death. That was when his unknown power was revealed to him and after his death, he ca back to the ti before it. His power revived him.
The fear of death was quick on changing his naivety. It made him aggressive, wanting to take revenge. However, Avion is not a guy who believes 'A teeth for a teeth' Once he taught his killer a lesson, he was satisfied.
Yet, regardless of his expectation, that wasn't his first death. His second death was much worse as he learned that his new friend, the princess had only seen and sought his superficial beauty, not caring for who he was.
It beca a warning for Avion that the world of humans is not that perfect as it seems.
After another revival through ti, he escaped. By then, he wandered aimlessly in thoughts until he t three robbers.
Clank*
The sounds of iron colliding with a stiff rock were echoing throughout the cave. It was mind-buzzing at first but the people inside eventually got used to it.
Even though it was noon and the sun was frying the earth, people in that cave were using all their strength for work.
"I finally finished mine." a burly man with an honest smile and emitting a determined spirit with his bare top laughed. He dropped his back on the ground, tired.
anwhile, there were other three who looked at him with contempt, but mostly, with envy. Their bodies were trembling while their clothes were soaked in sweat. Fatigue was debilitating them, making their body want to give up. But gritting their teeth, they persevered.
"Damn it!" one man with fra-only glasses, making him stupid, instead of otherwise hit the hard wall which black dust bellowed.
"Kuh! Kuh!" the burly one who sat down and put off the clothing covering his nose and mouth abruptly cough.
"Hehe..." the one who shouted earlier laughed at this.
"Ah! I'm finished, I'll go out first. The heat is killing here!" Naron, the burly man, stood up in frustration and was about to walk out when;
"I knew it, he's not a true friend," Temon, the one with the fra-only glasses, leaned over to a short fat man as he whispered, "leaving us just like this, right, Avion?"
Naron stopped on his footsteps and dropped again with a grunt.
anwhile, Fobo, the short fat bald man was nodding at first before giving a rebuke, "Why... why are you calling Avion!?"
"What?" Temon looked at him with confused eyes.
"Because you called Avion?"
"Don't be assuming. I'm talking to Avion. Don't insult him, how could you compare a pig to him?" Temon then laughed.
Question marks popped out of the pi... Fobo's head before his face reddened, "Are you an idiot, you retard!?"
Temon placed a pickaxe in front of Fobo and said with a smug voice, "You dare?"
Even though they were filled with sweat and heat, Fobo put up the pickaxe on this hand, the nearby lighting stone gives its shimr, "I dare twice!"
Two n stood in front of their foe. Their fighting spirit was reverberating, defeating the heat that was making the air dry. The two were about to begin their mortal battle as Naron, their only spectator looked at them dead in the eyes when suddenly;
"Finish!" a voice stopped their civil war.
Not only Temon and Fobo but also Naron raised their eyebrow when they heard this.
In the direction of their gaze, there was one man, the most youthful-looking person in the group had a smile in satisfaction.
"Wait, you're already finished?!" Fobo asked.
"Yep!" not only youthful but was extrely handso, creating a juxtaposition if compared to the others. His clothes were dry and clean as if he did not do any work. But his face was covered by dirt but this not made him ugly, it made him more precious and manly.
The three stared at him with a dumbfounded expression. There was a pause until Naron asked, "Did you use your power?"
"Nope!" he brightly smiled, suggesting that the reason for his satisfaction was related to his answer.
"But how did you finish so soon? On the second day, we have to help you fill your buckets." Fobo exclaid as he looked at the buckets that were overfilled with coal beside the handso man.
The handso man was none other than Avion Teller. It was not outstanding at first but looking back, it seed impossible.
Four days ago, the other three; Naron, Temon, and Fobo just learned about Avion's power, they felt they were just ants in front of him.
"Guys, stand up," Avion said to them while they were kowtowing with all their might.
"B-but, you are the son of the L-lord Sorcerer. Even the kings need to kneel down, much more for us who are just better than slaves!"
"But I am still not sure. I don't even rember." seeing that they were unmoving, Avion thought for a while and said, "Eh? I thought we're friends?"
This line made them stopped and stand up. After they waved the Guild Master and Miss ttany goodbye, they left to finish a Difficulty Level 3 Mission, doable for commoners and best for Rank Eeh Elentalist.
On their way, the three were following Avion's behind with their heads lowered. However, Avion took the initiative walked behind them, and pushed them whenever they slow down.
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