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1.84% The Greatest Sinner / Chapter 6: Scavengers

บท 6: Scavengers

Suddenly, many arrows flew toward Evan and Zak, which should have killed them. But Zak was no ordinary man. Such a pathetic attack would not kill him.

Whoosh.

The moment the arrows were very close, Zak swung his flaming sword. He threw aside all the arrows, slicing them in two in the process.

<Commander Zak is incredibly strong, indeed. His skills are almost flawless.> To himself, Evan appreciated his commander's abilities, and prepared for battle.

Immediately after Zak's sweep, six men came out from behind the trees, clearly unfriendly at all.

"Well, Evan, show me that I wasn't wrong in my choice. Those two are on you, I'll take the others."

In fact, Zak was well aware that Evan had already killed quite a few people, because he was covered in blood from head to toe. He wanted to see Evan fight with his own eyes, and he got an unforgettable experience.

When he heard Zak's words, the young man instantly attacked the two men in silver armor.

Each of them was armed with a short one-handed sword. The weapon was very sharp and, most importantly, light. Evan felt just fine in his new armor.

He got to his first victim in one fell swoop. Evan swung his sword sharply, and brought the blow right down on the man in front of him. But his attack was easily blocked.

"HAHA, boy, you're being too cocky, that's what you're going to pay for now."

Evan didn't appreciate his opponent's flattering comments and only frowned, without responding.

Their swords clashed and the other man was about to attack Evan from behind. However, his plan didn`t come true. Evan was not a valiant knight who fought by the rules and with honor.

He thought such people were either madmen or idiots. That's why seeing that his attack had no effect, Evan simply loosened his grip and punched his opponent right in the stomach with force.

Bam.

The man flew backwards and started coughing up blood. Evan's blow was hard enough that his fist left a dent in the silver armor.

He also sustained a minor wound. His knuckles began to bleed. After all, hitting the sturdy metal armor with his bare hands was not easy and rather painful.

"So, you`re the next." Evan quickly turned around and swung his sharp sword right into the side of his second attacker.

The sword went through the silver armor like a red-hot knife through butter and left a deep wound on the man's body.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He squealed in pain, clutching at his wound to stop the flowing blood anyhow.

"Ugh. You`re wimps who can't stand the pain of even such a small wound. Just wimpy." Evan slowly approached the man, gripped the sword tighter and decapitated his opponent with a single swing.

After massacring his first opponent, Evan headed toward the second, who was also writhing in pain and vomiting blood repeatedly.

"Please don't kill me..." The soldier begged for mercy. But when he lifted his head and looked at Evan, all he saw was his ruthless expression and incredibly cold gaze.

Swing.

After killing his second opponent, Evan swung his sword sharply, knocking all the clinging blood off him.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

As soon as Evan finished his battle, he heard clapping behind him. Turning around, he saw Zak and four burnt corpses beside him.

"That was a great fight, a sight I haven't seen for a very long time. And I probably won't see something so brutal and at the same time beautiful for a long time. I haven`t miscalculated about you."

Zak was very pleased with Evan's performance. A wide smile shone on his face and a small light burned in his eyes.

"Thank you." Evan simply accepted the praise. He had originally wanted to ask Zak about magic and mana, but the sounds of battle were still constantly being crushed around him. Evan decided this was far from a good time for such talk.

Zak hurriedly went to his men and gestured for Evan to follow him.

"Commander Zak, to your mind, how many more enemies are left?" All Evan knew was that they were under attack. Neither more nor less. Not the number of their enemies, not who they were, not even whose side he was on. None of this Evan knew.

At that moment, he was just fighting on Zak's side. He needed to get more information about outside factors and the whole situation.

"I think there's about a hundred more soldiers. I`ve already killed the strongest man and their commander, Ermis. If there aren't any unexpected things, even if with losses, we'll easily fight back."

Zak took a deep breath and continued: "Our enemies, though they acted rather sneakily by attacking at night, on the other hand they did us several favors at once..."

Zak wanted to continue, but Evan hastily interrupted him and said in a quiet voice: "Weeding out the weak."

Hearing the young man's words, Zak once again smiled and loudly replied, "Yes, you are absolutely right. We also didn`t have to look for our enemies. They came to us by themselves and we thank them for that. The sooner we`ll kill them, the sooner we can get away from here."

Evan listened attentively to Zak. From his words, he understood that all this gathering and the hiking in the villages, was only for this battle, after which Zak and all those who had survived would return back to the city.

This news couldn't help but make Evan happy, as he was in desperate need of information about this world. The city was the perfect place to get it. In part, he had already achieved his goal and had distinguished himself with his skills, his cold-bloodedness, and his ferocity.

"Well, then, we need to kill everyone as soon as possible. I don't mind fighting, but I just hate when somebody interrupt my sleep."

"AHAHAHA, I know what you mean kid, well since you're full of fighting spirit, let's not delay it." After these words, Zak quickened his stride, and headed in the direction of the battle`s sounds.

The attack on the Zak` squad was quite serious. It was a large-scale operation, which goal was the complete destruction of all Zak's soldiers and himself.

Ermis and Zak were the heads of the two sides, and it was their duel that was the most important. Zak could have handled everything himself, but it would have taken too long. He needed to help his soldiers to quickly deal with this problem.

In fact, there was nothing to worry about. Zak was sure that it was Ermis who represented the biggest threat among the attackers.

He was a skilled magician who could cause trouble for Zak. Ermis had even managed to wound him, and that alone showed how strong he was.

But, Zak still could not be sure that they had finally won the victory over their enemies until he was personally convinced of this. Something out of the ordinary could always happen and you had to be prepared for it.

After a while, they arrived at the center of the action. Bodies were piled everywhere, both of their people and the enemies. The ground was drenched in blood, and dozens of tents were ablaze.

Any normal person who saw such a scene would have begun to tremble with fear. But Evan felt himself like a fish in the water in such atmosphere.

In his past life, he'd been in so many different battles. Both in the very small ones and the incredibly great ones. He had seen horrific scenes, brutal murders, and burnt cities.

It wasn't the first time for him and instead of fear, he felt only excitement and inspiration about the whole situation. Evan could feel he was alive again and his blood was boiling.

In the distance, Zak saw his soldiers fighting someone, so they rushed to their aid. What they saw at the scene shook them badly.

His men were fighting against large brown hyenas. Several tattered corpses in silver armor were lying beside them, along with a couple of Zak's subordinates.

Watching this strange scene, Zak frowned heavily and said rudely: "What bitches they are. They`ve figured out we are killing each other here and decided to come in for the fresh flesh and blood."

Zak drew his two-handed black sword and said loudly to his men, "Hey, dummies. Stay away from them. I still need you alive."

Hearing their commander's voice, the men in black armor breathed a sigh of relief. Each of them was sure that for Zak, dealing with this gang of hyenas would be no problem at all.

And they were absolutely right. With just a few swings of the flaming sword, a couple of the hyenas were badly wounded. The others quickly fled as far away as possible.

Watching the beasts flee in terror, Zak muttered: "Well, all that's left to sort out the last problems and we can go home."


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บท 7: The Beginning of Magic

After the massacre of the hyenas, Zak and Evan went to other hot spots together. For all those battles, Evan got used to his new body.

He saw a lot of new things and also realized how strong Commander Zak really was. Watching his battles, he began to slowly understand what magic was in this world. However, he was still woefully short of the knowledge he needed.

Swing.

Zak killed the last soldier in silver armor and turned to Evan: "So kid, will you come with me to Mossy Vulture? You have all the makings to be a great warrior. But in many things, you are still an ignorant who doesn't know how wide and great this world is."

Evan calmly replied, "Okay, Anyway, I have nowhere to go back to, but..."

"But, what?" Asked Zak.

"I am genuinely impressed by your abilities, and the power of magic. I want to learn it by all means!"

Evan was determined to follow the path of magic and be a demonologist as he had been in his past life. He had already figured out that he could use the power of demons in this world. All he had to do was to deal with the magic then, he could climb to the very top.

Hearing his words, Zak frowned heavily, and asked uncertainly: "Evan, what do you know about magic?"

He heard the expected response, "Nothing."

Zak sighed heavily and shook his head, "Not everyone can master magic, I would even say there are incredibly few of them. Even the very rich and powerful people cannot expect that they or their children will be ever able to master magic. If a person doesn't have a shred of talent to begin with, no amount of money or resources will help. At least that's what I know."

"Then, how to know if there's a chance of mastering magic?" Evan knew he was going to hear something like this, so he didn't get worried or upset in any way. The rules were pretty similar to his past world.

"We will get to the town and I'll arrange everything, but I can tell you that chances are slim. Only one in a thousand has the potential to be a magician. If it doesn't work out, don't feel bad. You'll be an excellent warrior even without magic."

Zak didn't hide the brutal truth from Evan, but he didn't bury all his hopes at once, either.

"Okay, when are we leaving? And how long before we get there?" Evan was already itching to touch the magic of this world and see if his luck was favoring him.

"AHAHAHAHAHA, I see you're ready. Don't worry it's not far, it's usually two days away. But considering we have less than a hundred people left, we'll make it in a day. We are leaving in an hour, get everyone together."

Actually, Zak didn't want to be in such a hurry; he just didn't need to. He wanted to strengthen his relationship with this talented young man.

Evan didn't answer anything, and just ran to tell the order to anyone who was still breathing and able to move. Truth be told, if it had been up to him, he would have left them all there. But right now that was not an option.

One hour later, exactly sixty-seven people, including Zak and Evan, gathered in one place. They took all their surviving supplies and headed for the Mossy Vulture.

...

The whole journey of their small group took about fourteen hours. It was less than a kilometer to the city. Evan could see from afar all the magnificence of the wonderful place he would soon find himself in.

The Mossy Vulture was a huge city by a gigantic cliff, with dense, green forests all around it. A huge stone peak hung over the city itself, covering part of the city from sunlight and rain.

The city itself looked like the picture from a fairy tale. Some of the houses were of wood, some of them of stone. From afar, you could see a lot of high towers and buildings.

The city got its name because of the natural wall around it. It was a stone, mossy barrier in the shape of vulture wings.

Suddenly, Evan heard Zak's voice. He decided to tell him a little story about the place: "It is said to be one of the oldest cities where, long ago, a large number of magicians were born. No one knows why, but in ancient times, almost every second native of the Mossy Vulture became a magician."

Evan said nothing and simply admired the view. In his past life, he had seen more beautiful and astonishing scenery. So he wondered why he was so fascinated by this simple green forest.

Evan thought to himself at that moment, "Oh, how simple, but how beautiful.

...

A few minutes later, they reached the gates of the city. As soon as the guards saw Zak at the head of the group, they bowed respectfully and quickly let them all pass through.

Once inside the city, Zak handed out instructions to everyone. Although, by and large, he just sent them to the four winds without any support or information.

"So, kid, are we going straight to the Tower of Magic or are we going to take a break and eat first?"

Evan replied without thinking, "I think my answer is obvious".

"AHAHA, okay, okay, I see, follow me."

On their way to the Tower of Magic, Zak and Evan left their horses in Zak's personal stable. They had less than a mile to go to the place where everything would be solved.

Evan didn't really know what he to do if he didn't have a talent for magic. After all, everything would all depend on it.

...

After a few minutes, they reached an incredibly huge and tall tower. There were many guards around it, as well as a large number of people constantly running back and forth.

As before, when they saw Zak, they were let through without any problems. To Evan's surprise, they did not go upstairs, but downstairs.

The lower floor was a vast room of colossal size, with many rooms and passageways.

They went to a central room with a large, wide door made of some kind of light-colored wood.

When they opened the door, they saw a rather simple room. In the center of the room, there was an old man with a long white beard. He was writing something with a quill pen.

"Oh, look who is it! Zak, who is that you brought? That doesn't sound like you." The old man's name was Rait Sokk, and he knew Zak very well, as he had seen Zak awaken his magic many years ago.

"Hey, old man, that kid is like me, when I was young. He's hot, tough and determined. Anyway, he wants to try awakening his magic."

Like Zak, Rait was well aware of the odds of success in this difficult endeavor. But there was no point in refusing Evan. Every day there were dozens of people like Evan who wanted to try their luck.

"All right, since this is your request I'll deal with it personally, you may go."

Rait put the papers aside and headed with Evan to one of the rooms.

As for Zak, he left hurriedly, quickly saying goodbye to Evan.

Upon reaching the small room that contained only one bed, Rait proceeded to explain.

"To find out if you have talent is quite a long process. It will take about one week, which you will spend here without leaving this room."

Rait pointed to a crystal ball in the middle of the room and said clearly: "Put your hand on that ball and try to enter "Nirvana". If you succeed, you'll find out what it is. You don't have to do anything special, just concentrate. The talent will show itself."

Rait turned around and said one last word: "Boy, even though I said seven days, and since Zak personally cares about you, I'll tell you a secret. If it doesn't work in three days, there's no point in trying any more. I'm off, see you later."

The old man said nothing more and just left.

Evan, on the other hand, did not waste any time. He immediately walked up and put his hand on the crystal ball.

...

Exactly four days had passed, and Evan had only a displeased grimace on his face. For in all the four days he had accomplished nothing. That meant that he had no talent for magic.

Crunch.

With anger, Evan slammed his fist into the crystal ball with all his might and shattered it.

His eyes grew bloodshot and his gaze grew incredibly cold. Kicking the door out, Evan left the Tower of Magic and left the Mossy Vulture.

After that day, both gangs of bandits and ordinary merchant caravans suddenly began to disappear.


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