For the rest of the sumr, Skynder relaxed and occasionally studied. He did not go too hard, but made sure to study for at least six hours a day.
At the end of the sumr, he once again began to go to school. lly ca once again and they ventured out.
Skynder still wasn't sure how to treat lly. They were technically engaged, but he didn't treat her like his fiancee. It felt like he was simply paying the price for his past actions in the form of lly.
lly acted kind, but not clingy. It seed that she didn't view them as engaged either.
Skynder barely paid any attention in school. At this point, it was nothing more than a formality. During class, he would simply read books about far deeper subjects than what was being taught. Skynder knew that, even in the Imperial School, there were few that would be smarter than him.
He wasn't arrogant enough to believe he was absolutely number one. After all, not everyone was able to participate in the Imperial Scholar Camp for reasons other than lack of talent.
For example, a high ranking noble could not attend. Neither could a mber of the Imperial family, or mbers of the Royal families.
There were also other possible exceptions, depending on the Imperial Scholar's criteria.
He was still at the top of the top, but there were definitely a few that he could not yet rule out.
Ti passed by fast for Skynder. It was a very relaxing ti.
As he had before, Skynder spent a lot of ti after school practicing poison. He did not branch out and study even more poison's, but studied the ones that he already knew.
The one he spent the most ti studying was the one that had nearly killed him. He nad it the Icy Heart Poison. After all, it had literally made his heart cold. He really did not dare to experint with it after what had happened. He was not afraid of death, but he had no plans to go seeking it. He wasn't even a hundred percent sure what thod the poison had affected him through. It could have been touch, sll, or so other form of unsensible attack.
Instead of studying it by recreating it, which would most likely kill him without soone like the Imperial Scholar present, Skynder studied its ingredients, how they interacted, and its effects on his body.
It was much harder to get results from studying it this way, but it was also countless tis safer.
Besides the Icy Heart Poison, Skynder spent plenty of ti studying the other poisons he knew.
His corrosion poison, his poison that had injured his throat before, and the new stun poison that the Imperial Scholar had given him.
These were the other three he spent ti studying.
As for the weed killing poison, he would save that for later.
Skynder's days passed quickly, and once again, his birthday ca around.
He turned 11 years old, which was still young. It really didn't matter to him at all, as it changed nothing, but his parents got him to skip school and threw a small party for him. He appreciated the gesture, but it didn't an much to him.
As before, his heart still taphorically felt cold. It was hard to even act like he cared about most things any more. Luckily, it seed like his parents didn't notice.
That night, Skynder entered the library. He went to the room behind the bookshelf for the first ti since he had co back from the Imperial Scholar Camp.
He entered the room, and saw Skyrge, who did not even look up. He was not reading, but writing on a desk. He had many papers stacked up, and a dim light to the side.
Skynder did not say anything, and neither did Skyrge.
This lasted for a while, until Skyrge turned around.
"Look who decided to show up."
Skynder still did not speak, simply staring at Skyrge.
For so reason, sothing with him was building up.
Looking at Skyrge, he couldn't find words.
There was a feeling around Skyrge that he could not describe.
It was as if he was otherworldly, as if nothing concerned him and nothing could affect him.
Skyrge seed to notice how he was feeling.
"You dedicated your life to the real world, but I dedicated mine to the fantasy world. There is a permanent difference between us from now on. You have your own path, and I have mine. Don't get shaken up just looking at my path. Otherwise, it ans that your path is too unstable to walk on."
Skynder finally managed to speak.
"Who are you?"
Skyrge shook his head and turned around. "You already know. You could feel the changes over ti. I am still Skyrge, but for so reason, I am also not. I feel as if my very soul has been blended into countless stories. I am Skyrge, but I am also Lu Yin. I am Skyrge, but I am also Han Jue. I am Skyrge, but I am also Shang Sword. I am Skyrge, but I am also Lin Fan. I am Skyrge, but I am also Zhou Wen. I am Skyrge, but I am also Huang Xiaolong. I am Skyrge, but I am also ng Hao.
Skyrge listed off the nas of countless main characters from countless books.
Skynder did not know why, but as Skyrge continued, he continuously felt as though he was becoming more and more distant.
"I am Wang Wen... I am Tai Chu... I am Mu Jie..."
Eventually, Skyrge stopped. He put down the writing utensil and continued to write on the paper.
"Don't worry about , Skynder. I will always be Skyrge, that much is certain. So, what do you want to read?"
Skynder wasn't sure how to react, so he didn't. His heart cold, he walked around the library and picked out a book.
"I suppose I can try this. No harm could be done."
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