On the other side, far away.
In the narrow, crude, but warm and bright cellar of the bar …
'"I probably won't be able to escape, but they can survive …"
A boy in ragged clothes and covered in wounds clenched his fists.
He raised his head and looked at the red-haired girl in front of him. She had a pair of blades strapped to her thighs, and she looked valiant and slightly surprised. He forced a smile.
'"It's time for me to go.
'To Red Street Market.'
'That's …'
He thought in a hazy manner.
* Boom … Boom! *
His thoughts became clear amidst the loud thunder. Then, he saw another scene.
It was a vast and magnificent semicircular hall. The hall was filled with nobles and important ministers dressed in luxurious clothes, with solemn expressions and steady mannerisms …
Similarly, the boy, who seemed to be dressed in luxurious clothes but was actually covered in wounds, stood on the stone steps …
[That's right, Duke Covendier … I saved your life …]
He bit his lip stubbornly, but he was relieved. He faced another young, round-faced man with an unhappy expression and said softly,
'So, you are the one who owes me a word of thanks.'
'This is …'
Thales' breathing quickened. There seemed to be a certain emotion brewing in his heart.
He felt his consciousness tremble. The illusions that had bewitched him before appeared again. The realm that he could touch with just a gentle stretch of his hand.
'Supreme.
'Omnipotent.
'Perfect.
'That tempting call.
But those temptations could no longer sway what he saw before his eyes.
Thales' vision only blurred for a second before he shook his head firmly and flung them away.
'"Wait a minute!"
It was still the boy's voice.
This time, he was covered in dirt and his hands were tied, but he still forced a smile as he sat on a large black coffin. He smiled and looked at a charming but incredibly dangerous woman.
'"I heard that there's a Mystic here? Or the kind that can be released?]
The boy kicked the coffin with an arrogant expression.
'"Do you want to meet him?"
The dangerous woman froze her smile and revealed her ferocious fangs.
'It's her.'
Thales, who was floating in the storm, smiled.
'It's me.
'It's us.'
In the next moment, the roar of wind and thunder rose again, but they were immediately replaced by another similar but different sound.
It was the sound of battle cries.
Battle cries filled the sky. Amidst the blood, death, and fighting, they rose and fell, covering the horizon.
[Sonia's choice is a dilemma no matter what …]
Countless people risked their lives and fought in a frenzy. The boy stood in the middle of everyone's protection, panting heavily and unable to suppress his nervousness.
"We can only choose for Lady Sasere."
[To eliminate her hesitation and hesitation.]
Amidst the astonishment of the bystanders, the boy stared at the terrifying man in front of him who was filled with murderous intent and was breathing like a volcano.
He stared at the silver-black bow on his opponent's back and pointed it at the sky full of flags in the north.
[Get ready to break out.]
"Bang bang!"
Thales gritted his teeth in the black storm as he sensed the intense pain in his body and the torment of his overflowing thoughts. However, he smiled.
So …
In that case …
[Enough!]
A resolute and furious roar broke the darkness and silence in his memories.
The boy's expression became much steadier in the rough hall where a burning brazier was burning. At that moment, his footsteps were firm as he walked forward without stopping. He walked past the pale man with a cold expression who carried a blade on his back, and the silent old man who wore a crown and had an awe-inspiring presence.
He walked towards the girl with glasses who knelt on the ground and cried painfully at the ring in her hand. She was panic-stricken, and he grabbed her arm without hesitation.
He pulled her behind him.
[That's it … Tonight, she has to stay with me!]
[A bunch of lunatics!]
As he looked at the past, Thales' smile grew wider.
The fire in his heart burned even brighter.
[This sword is called the Blade of Purification …]
The boy stood in front of the man with the black sword in the desolate ruins. He stared at the red shortsword and sighed softly. When he raised his head, he smiled in relief.
[Let's go and see that cute big sister.]
[Let's try our luck.]
The scene flashed.
In the solemn and solemn temple, the boy stared at the girl in front of him with anguish and determination.
[Little Rascal …]
[If we just walk away like this and leave everything behind, that kind of burden will make me feel like I can't breathe …]
[We can't go, we can't escape …]
The ripples in his memories rose again. In an extremely difficult situation, the boy swayed in a crude and crude carriage, and he smiled cheerfully at the middle-aged man who was smoking a pipe.
[Whether you believe it or not, Putray …]
[I've thought it through. In that unique battlefield, only I can fight against him …]
[Send me to Heroic Spirit Palace, to Lampard's hands.]
* Boom! *
Thales, who could no longer hold on in the black storm, took a deep breath.
He knew.
He understood.
Something that would not be affected by others.
'So … that's how it is!'
[Is that enough?!]
Amidst the clashing of weapons and the shouting and shoving of people, he was still in that damned hall. In front of a few well-dressed men who were fighting with each other, the boy climbed onto the table, swung his small fist, and roared.
[You Northland barbarians … listen carefully!
[I have an idea. It's much better than the ending where both sides are heavily injured!]
As the scenes flashed before his eyes, Thales' consciousness became clearer, and his spirit became stronger.
* Crack … Boom! *
Thunder roared!
At that moment, Thales, who was silently enduring the black storm and unable to fight back, gritted his teeth.
* Whoosh! *
A violent gust of wind blew him high into the sky, and he did not know where he was.
The storm was still howling and roaring, and the black blade was still in pain.
But at that moment, Thales was firmly at the center of the storm.
He no longer moved back and forth with the wind, rising and falling in pain.
It was as if this terrifying storm could no longer touch him.
But Thales slowly raised his gaze and chuckled in a calm and relieved manner.
He lowered his gaze and looked at his empty body. Subconsciously, he stretched out his left hand.
* Boom! * Black lightning flashed again.
It hit him in the side.
As the intense lightning flashed, the black wind gathered together as if it had a life of its own and surged to Thales' left.
They broke down into countless particles and gathered together again.
They formed the shape of an arm.
The storm seemed to have received an order. It roared and howled, blowing even more violently!
Thales did not move an inch. He did not even look at his newly formed left arm.
* Boom! *
Another terrifying thunderous roar that broke through his eardrums!
The storm surged with the raging tide. The black wind enveloped Thales and swept him back and forth.
Thales' heart was clear, and his mind was clear.
He knew his anchor point.
Something that would not be affected by others.
Someone else!
* Bang! * The black storm roared, but Thales, who was in the eye of the storm, gently closed his eyes.
As an anchor point, the name Thales was merely acquired after birth, and it depended on the label of the situation.
The Jadestar surname and the identity of a prince were merely things that arose and did not exist for a while. They were given by others and taken back by others. They could not withstand the ravages of time.
Sin of Hell's River, mystic energy?
These seemingly unique and powerful powers were, in fact, nothing. According to Black Sword, the strength of these powers was not even determined, much less these so-called powers that were blindly pursued by all living beings.
They were merely the icing on the cake of life. Since they could be obtained and used, they could be defeated and abandoned at any time.
Not to mention external objects — the JC, the Blade of Purification, and even Little Rascal's glasses.
None of these belonged to him.
As for his thoughts? His knowledge? His wisdom?
Those were also not his. They were also things that were instilled into him after birth.
As for Wu Qiren, his identity as a transmigrator? What he thought and obtained in the other world? No. Similarly, even in the other world, those were not his.
None of these were his anchor points.
None of them pointed to his ego.
A faintly discernible voice rang in Thales' ears.
"One day, you will face an important choice again."
It was still that simple and solemn temple. The veiled female priestess spoke in a leisurely manner.
"At that time, when you stand at an angle and height that no other existence can imagine, and think with a mind that surpasses that of mortals …
"You may recall what I said today."
Thales remembered her gaze.
The priestess of Bright Moon Temple, Juwle Holme.
'An important choice.'
When he thought of this, Thales laughed heartily. His gaze was extremely firm.
Unwavering.
'I see.
'That's it.
'Through my entire life, everything …
'In the end, it truly belongs to Thales Jadestar himself …
'Truly unaffected by the confusion of others, able to serve as his anchor point, and point to himself …
'Only this!'
* Bang bang! Boom! *
The memories that almost overflowed in Thales' mind trembled with a bang!
Countless scenes appeared in his mind.
In the silent night of the vast desert where only moonlight remained, a much more mature teenager stood at the door of a room, exhausted. He looked at the bald man sleeping soundly on the bed, at the man's throat, and gritted his teeth as he raised the dagger in his hand.
A few seconds later, the struggling teenager finally exhaled. He was relieved and resolute …
He put down the dagger.
At this moment, Thales, who was in a state of losing control, suddenly opened his eyes!
'Anchor point …'
His face was tense. He roared in the deafening storm and shouted the answer that belonged only to him.
"Choose —"
At that moment, it was as if all the violent sounds had fallen silent!
Only Thales' roar broke through the sky and resounded in this part of the world!
"… Choose!"
Almost at the same time, the uncontrollable storm roared shrilly, and a few bolts of black lightning attacked at the same time!
* Boom! *
As the black wind scraped against his bones, a perfect left hand appeared on Thales' left arm, which had just manifested. It looked like a solid object built up by the wind and sand.
Thales' roar gradually faded away. He raised his newly appeared left hand and smiled faintly.
'Choose.'
'That's right.'
In the short but exciting time after he came to this world …
'What truly belongs to me …
'Belongs to Thales Jadestar. Only he would do it …'
'Choose.'
'It's when he faced every situation, every fork in the road, and every predicament over the past fourteen years …
'Unaffected by any interference, unaffected by others, acting on my own, doing my best, with a clear mind, and willing to bear the consequences …'
'Every choice!'
* Boom! * Lightning flashed continuously.
'Left hand, left shoulder, right hand, body, left leg, right leg …'
In the mysterious storm, Thales' body appeared step by step, as if it had just been assembled in the void.
Every time the black wind roared and the black lightning struck, a part of Thales' body would appear.
It was as if he had just surfaced from the water.
He had just regained consciousness.
Thales calmly stared at the endless deep space in front of him. His heart was indifferent.
'Life and death are all fabricated.'
He lowered his head and silently looked at the few familiar yet unfamiliar scratches on his left palm. He slowly clenched his fist.
'What I gain belongs to others.'
* Rumble! *
Thales coldly looked at the black storm around him. He watched as it passed through him again and again and gathered into a part of him.
His consciousness was extremely clear.
There was no ambiguity.
Only by choosing would he be free.
Without being bound, he would be himself!
This was the thing in him that, from the beginning to the end, pointed to himself, and could not be confused by others!
Thales' choice!
* Rumble! *
In the last thunderous explosion, when Thales' body finally appeared in the center of the storm in a complete and steady manner …
* Whoosh — *
The last gust of wind blew. It gradually grew further away and weaker.
It turned into a comfortable breeze.
The storm disappeared.
The thunder was nowhere to be seen.
All the noise and violence came to an abrupt end at the same time.
In the air, Thales slowly raised his head, stretched out his hands, and felt the changes in himself.
'So …
'Is this' losing control '?'
The teenager smiled.
At this moment, he was extremely clear-headed.
All he could see was a clear sky.
It was bright, clean, and clear.
'I see.'
In the next moment, Thales closed his eyes gently.
'Just like that.'
And when he opened his eyes again …
"Stay calm!
"Guard the hostages!"
In the dark dungeon, Stake lost his composure and pressed a dagger against Marina's throat. He roared fiercely and madly at the people in front of him.
"Step back, Knight of Judgment!
"The hostages are in my hands! No matter what game you and that disappearing brat are going to play … "
On the other side, the Masked Protector was still restrained by the four Shadow Shield assassins. Quick Rope and Tampa were also threatened by the assassins, and they trembled.
He understood now.
In the chaotic situation, Zakriel, who stood on the other side, could not hide his anger. He raised the saber in his left hand and swept his gaze over the assassins in front of him.
"The prince is no longer here. Do you think I care?"
In the chaotic situation, the breathing of the assassins, the pained cries of the hostages, the struggle of the chains, the friction of the weapons in their hands, and the argument between both sides mixed together!
Stake gritted his teeth and said angrily,
"Then try —"
But at this moment, Stake's words suddenly stopped.
He was not the only one.
Everyone was stunned.
* Thud, thud, thud … * Light footsteps traveled into their ears.
Everyone's gazes were focused on one spot.
All of them were cast on the teenager who suddenly appeared.
The dungeon returned to dead silence for a moment, but it was immediately broken by someone.
"You … prince … how did you … you just disappeared … now you …"
Stake stared at Thales in shock. He stuttered and could not even form a complete sentence.
His gaze moved back and forth between Thales and the silver-edged sword stuck in the ground.
His expression made it seem as if Thales had just crawled out of the ground.
'So …
'Did I just disappear?' The prince thought faintly.
'Did I scare them to death?'
"How did you do it, child?" Behind him, Zakriel was also in disbelief. He was dumbfounded.
'Is it … the magic of the Alchemy Tower?'
In the distance, Marina was still struggling with all her might. Quick Rope blinked curiously. The dejected Tampa did not seem to notice them at all.
Yodel, who was bound tightly, did not move. His emotions behind the mask did not reveal a single bit.
Thales nodded slightly at him and smiled.
He suddenly remembered the conversation between the two of them.
"'No.
"'You will be better than him.
"'I know that you have something he doesn't have."'
Thales sighed and stretched out his right hand. He pulled out the longsword he took from Ricky from the ground and swung it in the air.
The silver blade shone, and the tip of the sword was awe-inspiring.
But the prince's gaze was no longer on the sword.
He felt that it was amazing.
Right now, he felt a lot of things.
The dust in the dungeon, the dirt, the waste wood, the tunnels …
The positions of the enemy and himself, their breathing, and their secrets …
But right now, Thales was completely different from when he fought against Giza in Dragon Clouds City. He was exhausted, panicked, and mentally unstable.
Instead, he was absolutely indifferent and calm.
It was as if all impulsiveness and recklessness had faded away.
Only rationality remained.
That was not all.
Thales looked at each person in front of him gently.
He was different.
He felt it.
Now, he could do a lot of things.
There were a lot of things.
But the most important thing was …
He was very clear-headed now.
"Let them go, Stake."
'Are you there?' Under everyone's shocked gazes, Thales stared indifferently at Stake, who was holding the dagger.
"I will only say this once."
Stake inhaled absentmindedly before he accepted the fact that the prince had appeared again in a daze.
Not now.
Now, he had to solve the current situation.
He still had the upper hand, did he not? With this indecisive prince around, everything would only go smoother …
When he thought of this, Stake sneered.
"Watch carefully, Your Highness." Stake pressed the dagger against Marina's throat again, and there was a threatening look in his eyes.
"I will only do it once …"
Thales chuckled as well. He sensed this rare state of mind.
"Then let's continue."
Stake furrowed his eyebrows.
'What's going on?
'This brat …
'No.
'I have to make him realize the situation …'
"You have become more confident, Your Highness."
Stake looked at Thales' smile, gritted his teeth, and pushed. "But sometimes, this is not good …"
In the next second, Stake, who was about to attack, was suddenly stunned!
'What?'
He realized that something was wrong.
The leader of Shadow Shield lowered his head swiftly.
The moment he saw what was in front of him clearly, his pupils suddenly widened!
"Are you looking for this?"
Thales smiled calmly. With his left hand, he gently raised a dagger that Stake seemed familiar with.
"Looks like your hand slipped, Stake."
* Clang! *
Thales loosened his grip and let Stake's dagger fall to the ground. A warm smile appeared on his face.
He liked this state of mind.
This feeling of being in control of everything.
At that moment, Zakriel frowned, and Stake's expression froze.
The leader of the assassins stared at his empty hand with a dumbfounded expression, then at the dagger by Thales' feet.
'That is …
'That dagger …
'How —'
He subconsciously took a step back!
The light flickered, and the sound of many people sucking in breaths rose in the air. The assassins of Shadow Shield looked at the dagger on the ground, and faint puzzlement rose in their hearts.
Even Zakriel furrowed his eyebrows tightly.
Stake's breathing quickened, and his left hand trembled in a barely noticeable manner.
The leader of the assassins raised his head abruptly, gritted his teeth, and said,
"What is that? What trick? Psionic ability? Magic? "
He glared at the prince.
In the dark dungeon, the light from the fire shone on the prince's face, highlighting his indifferent expression.
Thales blinked, shook his head, and said sincerely, "I told you, your hand slipped.
It's your hand that slipped. "
Stake suddenly turned around and gave a decisive order to another subordinate.
"Do it! Kill the one called Wya — "
* Clang! *
Stake's words froze in the air again.
He stared at Thales in a daze.
The prince smiled as usual and gently let go of his left hand.
* Clang! *
At least three daggers slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a thud.
Behind Quick Rope, the assassin stared in disbelief at his hands, which were no longer armed at some point in time.
"I think their hands slipped." Thales smiled and raised his left hand, then threw the last dagger on the ground.
Stake widened his eyes.
'No.
'No …
'This is impossible …'
At that moment, be it Quick Rope, the hostage-taker behind Tampa, or the assassins around them, they suddenly became unarmed!
Losing their weapons was always a bad feeling.
In a short second, the assassins burst into an uproar in confusion and panic, and they subconsciously wanted to retreat!
Zakriel, who had been observing the situation, raised his eyebrows in surprise. He instinctively raised his saber and faced the weakened enemy. "What is this —"
"Steady!"
Stake gritted his teeth and roared in anger as the situation suddenly spiraled out of control. He pushed Marina backwards!
The leader of the assassins resolutely raised the Alchemy Ball in his left hand and tried to force the aggressive Knight of Judgment back. "Damn it, if you dare to take a step forward, I will —"
But in the next moment, Thales' laughter drowned out his words.
"Are you talking about this trinket?"
The noise stopped abruptly!
One second, two seconds …
The sound of people sucking in breaths rose.
In the absolute silence, the prince held his sword and walked forward with ease.
Under everyone's gazes, he calmly raised his left hand.
'No.'
Stake stared at the prince's left hand in a daze. He then retracted his arm numbly.
'No.'
'As expected.'
'In my palm …'
'Nothing.'
"I don't like it. A b * tch once used it to kidnap me …"
Thales pursed his lips and carefully observed the ball in his hand. He looked at the strange inscriptions carved on its metal shell, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
Stake stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.
He looked at the prince holding the Alchemy Ball.
He looked at the Knight of Judgment who narrowed his eyes and raised his saber.
He looked at the Daggers lying quietly on the ground.
'No.'
He suddenly felt his arm start to tremble.
"But, the feeling of holding it in my hand …"
The Prince of Constellation raised his head and grinned.
He looked at the assassins, whose faces were ashen, and grinned, something he had not seen in a long time.
"It's still pretty good?"
'No.'
At that moment, as he looked at Thales' smile, Stake was dazed.
He felt cold all over.
— —
In a strange space unknown to anyone, a person with a blurry face and shrouded in thick fog moved slightly.
He looked away.
"That boy … actually managed to do it with that method?"
He muttered to himself.
'Hmm, looks like …
'Anchor point.
'This dangerous method only exists in theory, and no one has ever succeeded in it …
'But there's still a hint of it …
'It's feasible.'
He smiled in relief and shook his head. Then, he turned around and disappeared from the blurry world.
Only two vigilant and fierce gazes were left behind as they looked at him from afar.
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