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Capítulo 241: Odd Journey

"Abaddon?" The handsome man repeated, "What a strange name? It sounds a little dark. Does it have a meaning?"

"I do not know?" I whispered, struggling to speak as a wave of exhaustion consumed me. Feeling my body growing heavier, I backed away, trying not to fall into my vomit. Hitting a tree, I slid down as I closed my eyes once more.

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Regaining consciousness, I slowly arose upon an uncomfortable bed. Removing the comforters from my body, I rushed up, looking at my milky white hands. Feeling everything was different, I felt a little out of place.

"I need souls; I used all of mine with that deal," I muttered in a warry tone. Killing off that entire city was quite lucrative, but all of that was gone. "Wait, why am I here?"

Regaining focus on my surroundings, my mind-melded into the darkness. Looking at the small encampment filled with around fifty young men and women, I scrunched my brow.

Taking out my phone, I looked at the day and the few hundred miss calls and messages. Shaking my head, I sent a message to Ezra telling her I was fine. Although I was a little annoyed, she didn't even come to find me. That was a dick move. I was out for about a month and a half.

Rolling my eyes, I felt around my new body chuckling at my success. There was a massive change, whether it was my mind processing information faster, my connection with nature, or my newfound inherent memories.

Streams of spells and Artes regarding swords and bows filled my brain as I gasped in shock. Looking through the runes and inscriptions, I could not help but cry a little. My Demonic Bloodline was useless due to how weak I was. Sure it had its moments, but I was far too weak to use any of it.

"No more are the days of me being defenseless during training. No more are the days of being spell less. I am finally able to learn!!!" I cheered in a joyful tone.

Walking out of my average-looking tent in a happy stride, I could not help but feel joyful about my recent victory.

Staring around without much care, my mind flashed back to the man I saw before I fell asleep. Scrunching my brow at the bloody robes of the disciples around me, I could not help but chuckle.

"The Blooded Association? Now that is kinda fucked up." I hummed, making my way towards the massive aura a few meters away.

Walking closer towards the large yet elegant bloody tent, I smiled as I saw two large guards glaring at me with cold intent.

"Wait here, Abaddon. I shall inform the Sect Master of your awakening." One of them coldly said as I nodded in response.

Waiting a few seconds, I silently observed the other guard glaring at me. Flaring his Heavenly Realm, I could not help but smirk, wondering what he was trying to accomplish.

"Abaddon, come in." A voice called out as the guard allowed me through.

Stepping in, I quickly took note of the man I saw before sitting in the lotus position drinking tea, along with a familiar girl with long purple hair.

"Tell me, Abaddon, what is a peak Gate of Life doing all alone? You are only sixteen, yet you are so powerful. It's quite a feat to be active at your age."

Cuffing my arms, I smiled, "I am from the Vanir Clan, on a journey. However, I was badly injured by this Arsene fellow."

Turning to me, the young girl, who I think her name was Sigurda, yelled, "WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF ARSENE!!"

Sending the girl a deep stare, I returned my gaze back to the Sect Master, "After that, I came upon a lucky chance and received some soul damage. Thank you for helping me." I thankfully exclaim in a humble tone.

Watching me for a while, I could not help but feel a little awkward before the Sect Master spoke," You are lying; the Vanir would never send such a weak disciple out on a journey."

Shrugging, I took out the emblem of I took from Silvia... for research purposes, "I am a part of the House of Scara. I work directly under Silvia Scara. I can essentially do as I please as long as it's not too abrasive."

Watching as his gaze opened wide in shock, Sigurda quickly closed her mouth while the sect master spoke, "Forgive me than Abaddon. "

Shaking my head, I smiled, "There is nothing to forgive, Sect Master. You helped me out plenty, but can you tell me where I am?" I asked in a light tone sending the quiet Sigurda a deep glance.

"We are just outside the Forst of Melimiota." He said with a respectful tone, "Since we found you, we have been traveling towards the Vally of Tomra. There we have another branch that will grant sanctuary. We have already contacted them, and it will take about two more weeks to arrive.

Narrowing my gaze, I pondered for a moment, "Do you mind if I travel with you? I am quite a chef; I am more than willing to make food for those around me." I responded with a vibrant smile.

Scrunching her brow in disdain, Sigurda sneered, "you cook? Is that not something commoners do?" She spoke without a hint of respect.

Sending the Sect master a look who looks like he was about the rage, I simply smiled, "If you feel that way, don't eat. I enjoy cooking; whether it's for commoners, we all need to eat."

Glaring at me, I shrugged as the Sect master laughed, "You are quite down to earth. Fine, but please do not take offense to my daughter; she is quite arrogant."

"No offense taken, she will understand every man has something they just love to do. Some play piano, some paint, while other battles. It does not matter if you are a commoner or not. At the end of the day, we all are the same."

"Well said, boy!!!" the Sect Master yelled in surprise. However, Sigurda was not there yet as she glared at me. Sending her a cute wink, I took my leave, never losing my smile.

Looking up at the night skies, I could not help hum as I made my way back to my tent.

"This is going to be an Odd Journey."


Capítulo 242: Aodhan

"This boy is a monster!" I whispered to myself as I gaze upon the demonic-looking spear formed from the Dao of Darkness.

Feeling a chill down my soul, I watched as he alone was able to kill a heavenly-ranked demonic beast with ease. While his body was at the peak stage of Gate of Life, Ababbon did not use any type of vital qi.

I had taken quite a deep interest in this boy, who was so kind and humbled. He was honestly the perfect man I have ever seen. While his qi cultivation was small, his skill and battle prowess made up for it—especially his comprehension, which far exceeded mine. I had yet even to make a Dao seed, yet this boy has long since made his.

Watching the graceful movement as my disciples roared alongside Ababbon as they battled a squad of Yellow Stripped tiger bears. I could not help but be marveled by this boy. However, as I turned to my daughter, Sigurda, at my side, I could not help but be disappointed.

"Why not join them, my child. This would be a perfect opportunity to get a feel of your battle prowess."

Snorting, Sigurda raised her head high, "Please, I am Heavenly Realm, these monsters are nothing to me. Why should I lower myself to battle them?"

Sending Signrda a deep stare of that of a stranger, I snorted, "It would seem I have been far too lenient when disciplining you. They are nothing to you? Sigurda, your cultivation is high, but your battle prowess is pathetic. Look at Ababbon, fighting two major realms ahead of him. Can you do that?"

"Fat..."

"Its sect master, and when we arrive, I will make sure your mother takes excellent care of you. That entitled attitude will be the death of you or me one day." I viciously said as she trembled, "Bjorg had his entire family killed by Arsene due to our arrogance; I will not have that happen once more."

"Y-y-yes, Sect Master," she whispered as I sneered.

"If you dare mess with Ababbon, I will kill you. He is a part of the Vanir Clan, do not make me force my hand."

Snorting, I walked away, pulling out an elegant mirror, "ᛊᚺᛟᚹ ᛏᚺᛁ ᛊᛖᛚᚠ" I whispered in a deep tone as the mirror began to glimmer with life.

"Aodhan? Is something wrong?" Niamh, my wife, asked in a heartfelt manner.

Nodding my head, I turned to Abaddon and Sigurda battling together, "Yes, but it can wait. Did you find anything out on this Arsene Snow?"

Nodding her head, Niamh frowned, "I did; he is on a journey to join the Vanir Clan now. There is a massive bounty upon his head. And..."

Hearing a pause, I frowned as Niamh found it hard to speak. Looking at the tears within her eyes, my gaze began to narrow, "What?"

"It would seem Arsene was responsible for killing...For killing So'Val. There are hundreds of reports that he was the one who killed him."

(A/N: Someone who pretended to be a bandit. Arsene battled him for seven days.)

Opening my mouth wide, my qi began to pulsate off my body as thousands of birds and various animals began to quake in fear. Taking their leave in a hurry.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" I coldly shouted as my teeth gritted against one another, drawing blood from my gums.

"He killed your little brother. The new just reached our ears," she replied in a menacing tone.

"AGAIN!!! First my sect, now this!!! Contact the main branch..."

"It's no use," Niamh interrupted, "He is protected. The Vanirs are currently looking for him, and should he die; the Vanirs will wage war against us."

Tasting a metallic flavor against my throat, I clenched my eyes shut. So' Val was... He was one of us. How many years had he been by our side? He was the youngest out of all of us. His talent was not anything special, but his mind was different.

"I don't care, Niamh," I yelled, opening my eyes as a cold killing intent showered the air around me. "If the Main branch cannot help, then I will kill him myself. Summon the boys; I am sure this Arsene is still within the Forest of Melimiota."

"Aodhan, you need to calm!!!"

"NO!!! SUMMON THEM, NIAMH!!!" I yelled in anger severing the connection.

That bastard took my home, my resources, and one of my elder brothers. Wiping the tears streaming down my eyes, I turned around, opening my eyes towards a deep set of crimson!"

"It will not end well, Sect Master," Ababbon coldly uttered in a deep manner.

"You do not need to worry about me!" I commented as I was about to turn around when Ababbon sneered.

"No offense, then you're a fool!" he coldly hummed, snorting in derision, "You are only digging a hole for yourself and your family. Do you not understand all of Hallr is under his control? Do you not know that he has the Vanir Clan within the palm of his hands?"

Gulping down, a chill filled my heart as I scrunched my brow, "What are you talking about?" I asked, sensing something off about this boy. It was as if he was a completely different person.

The kindness he once displayed was slowly fading as I could see a seething hatred from him. Watching as his breathing grew ragged, he spoke in a vengeful tone, "All of Midgard is looking for that bastard. He is currently one of the most important men in Midgard. Arsene Snow, a member of Vaevictis, has created a new type of technology."

Waving his arm, I saw a longsword appear within his hands. Opening my eyes wide, I gasped as he snorted, "They are called Spiral Relics, and even the High King of Midgard wishes for them. His kingdom was even willing to pay five billion. Do you not understand what that means?"

Paling, I gulp as Ababbon lowered his head, "My apologies, but Arsene is a sore subject for me. I have been tracking him for a while."

"I still shall not give up!" I whispered, clenching my teeth as my mind flashed back to the city of ashen flames. I could still remember the screams of the unfortunate that gazed upon those flames. It did not matter the age; all perished as his laughter echoed out.

"I need revenge. Arsene needs to die!!"


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