Chapter 11 STRONGER OPPONENT I
“Who was that boy?”
“I know him…” a boy shorter than his age stated.
“I heard it was because of him—his family died, and their house got burnt,” the boy continued.
“That’s not possible. Who would kill their own family?” the scratchy voice came from a boy who looked like a round ball.
“That’s not what I said. Rumors said the boy is cursed. How will a whole family die and leave him alive?” the short boy furrowed his eyebrows. He hated when people twisted his words.
“He was pretty strong,” one of the boys said in a low voice.
“He wasn’t that strong. Look at the way he struggled during the fight,” one of the bigger boys scoffed.
“No… look at his last move. He must have been holding back,” the round boy said. He believed Roshan was far stronger than he had shown.
“He must be a lot stronger than Bahr,” he continued.
“WHO SAID THAT!!!!!!!” A loud voice boomed, scattering the entire gathering. Loud footsteps could be heard walking confidently toward the crowd.
The short boy immediately pointed to his nemesis, ready to get revenge for arguing with him.
A tall boy with broad shoulders came into view. He had no shirt on, and his muscles glistened with sweat, showing he had been training intensely.
He stepped forward and looked down at the round boy.
“Repeat what you said. Who is this boy?” His dark eyes shone as he examined the chubby boy.
“Uhhmmm… I didn’t mean it like that, Bahr. The boy was a little stronger, but he is definitely not stronger than you,” the round boy stammered. Fear was written all over his face.
“I know. How can he be stronger than Bahr?” The tall boy smiled proudly and hit his chest.
“Now everyone should return to their training center. I don’t want to hear any commotion,” he said, turning around and leaving.
The crowd immediately dispersed.
But the lingering thought in everyone’s mind was the same:
‘Who was that boy?’
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Roshan lay on his bed, thinking about the events of the day.
It had been a valuable experience, fighting that dummy. What if he could get his own personal fighting dummy?
He wouldn’t have to visit the training ground anymore.
He looked at his status again.
[HOST LEVEL: Level 12]
[HOST RACE: Greater Human]
[CURRENT ABILITY: None]
[STRENGTH: 23]
[AGILITY: 23]
[SPEED: 23]
[STAMINA: 22]
[‹Mage Status›]
[Mage Level: 1]
[Mage Abilities Activated]
[Poison Element: 6]
[Mana Control: 0]
HP: [250/250]
EXP: [0/250]
[Skills Unlocked]
[Energy Absorption: Level 3]
[Refill: Level 3]
[Crystal Iris: Level 3]
SP: [250/250]
He was a mage. No one must find out.
He closed his eyes and fell into the Land of Zs.
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Somewhere on another planet:
“It starts in two weeks’ time. Are you ready?” Emerald eyes shone in the dim area.
“Yes, Father. I am ready,” another pair of emerald eyes replied.
“Good… Make sure you let them know the true meaning of fear.” A faint smile appeared.
“Now… dismiss.” The body turned and faced the cold night.
The younger pair of eyes walked out.
‘Urggggghh… he doesn’t even care.’
“I will prove to him that I am indeed worthy,” he said, clenching his fists.
‘No matter what…’
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[Quest Received]
[Stronger Opponent Detected]
[Quest: Defeat the Opponent]
[Quest Reward: Overall Level Up]
Roshan arrived at the training ground in the late afternoon and set the training dummy to a higher level.
Right now, he faced a Level 13 opponent. He was too fearful to set it higher.
He took a fighting stance and readied his sword.
He leapt forward, raising his sword to strike the dummy. This time, he didn’t hold back, pouring all his strength into the attack.
In a fraction of a second, he landed in front of the dummy. The attack was blocked by the dummy’s sword but pushed it a step back. Its face showed no emotion.
The android dummy raised its head at the person who pushed it back and ran forward, closing the distance in mere seconds before swinging its sword down at the surprised boy.
Roshan raised his sword just in time to block. He had clearly underestimated this robot.
