'I am here.. What a sad life?'
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Two months ago, days after Jake had just broken through to [Realm 3] and was flexing the new abilities alone in his room.
*Knock!* *Knock!*
Jake wasn't expecting any late visits, but he still had to ask, "Who is it?"
"It is , Jake," said a voice from the other side of the door.
This left Jake surprised as he couldn't recognize the voice.
'It sounds thirty-ish. I barely know anyone of that age bracket,' analyzed Jake.
It was never a good thing to let a stranger co into his room.
Hence, he asked again, "Who is it?"
"It is , Jake," repeated the voice.
"Who?"
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"Who, ?"
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A twitch on his left cheek didn't go unnoticed as Jake sighed once again, 'There is an idiot at the other side. Good. It just happens that this idiot knows my na, excellent.'
Jake took pride in having an extraordinary level of tolerance. However, in situations like these, such tolerance was always non-existent.
Baring his fangs at the door, Jake smiled in his cold voice, "I don't have ti for this. I have things to prepare for. So, if you are not going to tell your na, then you can leave."
His smooth and calming voice carried with it the harshness of the freezing snow.
It traveled to the ear of the person behind the door, who finally gave a good reply in a dismissive tone, "Thou is no fun at all. Very well. 'Tis I."
His words were like bombs to Jake, who couldn't stop himself from opening the door.
'There is only one person with that speech pattern,' realized Jake.
However, when he opened the door. The person behind it wasn't what he expected.
His ssy hair, but gentle deanor, accompanied with his old armor created a look on Jake's face that was simply...priceless.
Jake took control of his emotion and asked, "Who are you?"
"Jake, thou don't know ?" queried the man.
He paced around Jake's room for a bit before he found his place on Jake's bed.
Jake scrutinized the man. Every ti, he kept imagining soone else.soone that had the sa unique speech pattern as the man.
"Rhys? Rhys Woods?" Jake voiced out his doubt.
The Rhys Woods he knew was a neatly dressed young man that was attractive to the eye. He spoke using the sa words, but this one in front of him was ruder with his words
"Verily," affird the man.
"If you are Rhys, why do you look like that?" questioned.
Gesturing with his hands, Rhys went on, "Most simple! It is nothing but a re trick."
Waving his hand at his face, Rhys' appearance drastically changed. At each wave, he would resemble soone else. Jake even got to see the familiar face of the Rhys Woods he knew.
'...So, he is Rhys Woods, just that I haven't seen his true face before. This probably also not his real face,' realized Jake.
Rhys Woods was a man that left a deep mark in Jake's mory. After all, he was the only person that Jake owed deeply.
The man that gave Jake the headstart he needed, in the form of the [Sword Drawing Technique]. The sa mysterious man that disappeared from his shop when Jake revisited the place.
Jake always knew it wouldn't be long till he shows up again, but he never factored that he wouldn't be able to recognize Rhys.
Finally, after eting him again, Jake asked the question that was always on his mind, "Who are you?"
This question made Rhys regain back his humble expression.
Rhys, in a fit of good manner, reintroduced himself, "Fine. Thou can call the Administrator or Overseer, whichever thou prefer. Just like mine na, I oversee things."
"Yes, I noticed. You have a way of ddling with 'things'. You did the sa to the trio. I know of how you gave them their techniques for free," smiled Jake.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he wasn't liking it at all. He was probably in sothing deep, deeper that he can tell, and he obviously can't get out!
Pulling no stops, Jake revealed his guess, ", Nico, Lola, and Jaya, quite the list you have there. We were each supported by you. Tell , are they 'candidates' like ?"
The concept of 'candidates' was sothing he had theorized after he arrived on the island and got so ti to think.
He knew that he owed Rhys and the latter would co to ask for it. He could also tell that the repaynt thod would be outside the usual as Rhys was far stronger than him..probably stronger than anyone he had ever t since he arrived in this world.
If he was that strong, then he should be able to take care of his problems by himself. Yet, he depended on tricking desperate youngsters to take care of it.
When combined with the fact that Rhys wanted youngsters, not strong people like the Aztec king, Jake got the idea of the youngsters being 'candidates'.
He was sure he wasn't the only one 'supported' by Rhys Woods.
This made him see Rhys in a different light.
Rhys was akin to a farr sowing his seeds, waiting for it to germinate. In this case, the seeds were the candidates.
That would also an that Rhys wasn't here to claim his debt as it was..too soon, not enough ti for them to have grown!
"Candidates, huh.....It hath a good ring to it. Yes, thou are a 'candidate', alas, not a certified one yet," chattered Rhys.
'So, I'm right,' sighed Jake.
Perhaps, the worst feeling in the world was not having control of one's life and still, yet, being ignorant of their lack of control.
Jake had already been scarred by the fact that he was never human. However, this new discovery helped him lessened his negative emotion.
At least now, he was aware of his relationship with Rhys.
He decided to pose another question, "What is the purpose of the candidates?"
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