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1.14% Warrior Training System / Chapter 3: Teleportation

Chương 3: Teleportation

"He's still alive," the leader said, a wide smirk stretching across his face as he looked at Cassian's mangled, bloody form. Cassian's legs had been severed just below the knees, the stumps bleeding profusely. His hands were pinned to the wall behind him with long knives, and one of his eyes had been gouged out. Blood dribbled from his mouth, mingling with his hoarse cries of pain.

The leader approached Cassian with a chilling, deliberate slowness, savouring each of his victim's tortured breaths. Cassian's remaining eye was wide with terror, darting around as if searching for an escape that didn't exist. The leader crouched down, his face mere inches from Cassian's, and with a cruel, mocking smile, he pushed his finger into Cassian's empty eye socket.

Cassian's body convulsed, and he tried to scream, but the sound was a strangled, wet gasp. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound emerged. The leader pulled back slightly, observing the silent agony with twisted satisfaction. Cassian's tongue lay severed in a puddle of blood near his legs, the cruel handiwork of his tormentors. The absence of his tongue explained his mute suffering; his mouth was now a grotesque mess, blood mingling with saliva and dripping down his chin.

"Well, he's a real fighter. I'd have been disappointed if he didn't struggle at least this much," the youngest of the three men said, glancing at Cassian's bloody and mangled form.

Despite the torture, the necklace still hung around Cassian's neck. The trio had refrained from taking it, wanting him to give it up himself. But now, seeing him on the brink of death, the leader grabbed the pendant aggressively and said in a mockingly sad tone, "But alas, it has to end now. We can't risk someone catching us at our game."

But the younger man seemed unfazed. Kicking Cassian in the stomach, he sneered, "Let them catch us. We have enough time to play with them after discarding this one..."

Cassian's mouth released more blood from the blow, and the necklace around his neck was now drenched in it, turning its natural colour into a shiny, almost eerie red.

Cassian couldn't think straight from the blood loss. He had no idea what was happening to him or where he was. His body had stopped feeling pain, or perhaps his mind had broken so thoroughly that it could no longer process the signals his body was sending.

Cassian's mind was a foggy blur, his memories slipping away as a coping mechanism against the trauma he endured. He couldn't even recall what had happened an hour ago. Everything was a painful, bloody haze.

The leader approached, a sadistic grin spreading across his face as he grabbed the blood-soaked necklace. Using its sharp edge as a weapon, he aimed it directly at Cassian's heart. "Enough games for today. Let's go back," he said coldly, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction.

With a swift motion, he plunged the makeshift blade into Cassian's chest. Cassian felt a searing, unbearable pain as the blade pierced his heart, and he let out a guttural cry, blood gushing from his mouth in a violent torrent. His vision blurred, and darkness began to creep in at the edges.

As his life force ebbed away, something extraordinary happened. The moment his heart's blood touched the necklace's gleaming surface, time seemed to freeze. The world around him fell silent, and Cassian was suspended in a surreal, timeless moment.

In this eerie stillness, a strange voice echoed in his mind. The words were indistinct, fragmented, and difficult to discern, but they carried an otherworldly resonance. The voice was devoid of any emotion, like someone muttering words without any thought or feeling behind them. It was both unsettling and oddly comforting in its neutrality.

Cassian's consciousness flickered, caught between the brink of life and death. The voice grew slightly clearer, though still cryptic, as if ancient and powerful forces were at play. He couldn't make out the exact words.

[True mana detected. Origin: Human...]

[Human detected. Compatibility with system: Confirmed.]

[Initiating connection...]

[Connection established.] 

[Human assigned as Trainee Warrior.]

 

[Warning: Body incompatible for training.]

[Adapting body for training suitability...]

 

[Error: Body too injured for adaptation.] 

[Initiating healing process...]

 

[Healing complete.]

 

[Alert: Trainee is in danger.]

[Providing temporary boost to fend off danger...] 

[Error: Trainee unconscious, unable to utilize boost.] 

[Activating safety protocols...] 

[Safety protocol: Random teleportation activated.] 

[Teleporting trainee to random location...]

As Cassian lay in pain and shock, barely able to comprehend what was happening, the people who had inflicted such injuries on him were stunned. The wounds they had carved into his frail body healed almost instantly, except for the gash in his chest, which took a bit longer. But even that disappeared before their eyes.

In one moment, Cassian was there, and in the next, he vanished into thin air. The three attackers trembled in fear as one of them stammered, "Someone teleported him..." His voice was shaky, knowing that teleportation wasn't something just anyone could do. Only a few powerful individuals could perform such a feat.

Realising the gravity of their actions and the potential consequences, the three men panicked and fled in different directions, not daring to look back.

Little did they know, there was no one around to witness their deed. Even if someone had been there, they wouldn't have cared about some unfortunate soul getting beaten in a dark alley. The three attackers were just wasting their breath, running away from nothing but their own fears.

Meanwhile, Cassian, the cause of their panic, now lay unconscious in front of the gates of an enormous castle. The gate was one of many leading to the castle, which had boundaries stretching as far as the eye could see. The surrounding area was filled with numerous other impressive buildings, some nearly as grand as the castle itself. But the castle stood out, towering above everything else like a mountain, its spires visible from miles away.

The entire castle was adorned with flags and symbols of a majestic golden tree, its leaves glistening as if wet with morning dew, and its roots spreading wide and deep.


Chương 4: Scarlet castle : New home

"Shhh, my head hurts..." Cassian's first thought emerged as his consciousness began to return. His hand and body felt bound, making it hard for him to move. He tried to open his heavy eyelids, looking at his limbs. Turning his head to the side, he saw his arms raised and bound with iron chains. "Why am I in chains?" His legs and the rest of his body were similarly restrained, making it impossible to move an inch.

He couldn't recall how he ended up here. The last thing he remembered was his second leg being cut off as his hand was nailed to a wall. Thinking about that painful memory, he looked around. His intact limbs made it feel like it hadn't happened, but the pain was too real to dismiss as a dream. "What the fuck is happening?" he asked himself, remembering the three who tortured him for the necklace Master Russell had given him.

He looked down at his chest and saw only the black thread where the necklace had been. "Where is it?" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

He was clearly in some sort of confinement room, given the iron bars in front of him and the damp smell. The ones who confined him must be nearby. Wanting their attention, he began to shout loudly, "Where are you, fuckers? Give me back my necklace!"

As he was yelling, he suddenly heard a voice, completely devoid of emotion.

[Trainee Cassian Van Dyke, I am within you.]

"Who spoke?" Cassian asked, straining to look around but unable to move much due to the chains. He could feel the walls close on either side, and ahead of him were bars, but no one stood there—just darkness, with light streaming in from above, casting its glow upon him.

[Don't be startled. I am the warrior training system that was housed within the necklace you wore. Currently, I reside within your heart.]

This alarmed Cassian even more as he scanned his surroundings with fear. If he was correct, this could be a mage—a concept he had heard about. Mages could speak directly into one's mind. Thinking one of the three who attacked him was playing a cruel prank, he shouted, "Don't play with me... come out... give me back my necklace!"

Before the voice could respond in his mind again, he heard a door creak open. He turned towards the bars from where the sound came, squinting as the light flooded in—he hadn't seen light in a while, and it stung his eyes. Footsteps approached, more than one person. Startled, he shouted, "Who are you? Where am I? Where is my necklace?"

But he received no answer, and the footsteps halted in front of him. His vision slowly returned, but he could only keep his head down due to the chains, his eyes fixed on the person's boots. They were crafted from leather with intricate carvings, some adorned with gold. He had seen similar footwear worn by nobles in the market before. It became clearer now that he was confined by someone of noble or wealthy status, which puzzled him further—why would such a person need a small silver necklace?

"Where am I? Who are you?" he asked again.

Still, the person did not answer directly. Instead, they commanded, "Release his chains and bring him outside." The voice was authoritative and masculine, and the accompanying men obeyed without hesitation, starting to undo his bindings as they escorted him out.

Cassian cooperated without resistance as they released him from the chains. He knew he couldn't outrun or fight them, and he still needed to retrieve his necklace. Massaging his sore wrists, he walked towards the narrow exit of the confinement. Stepping out, he looked up at the men standing at a hill looking at what was the biggest structure Cassian had ever seen in his life, it was the dark red Castle. 

"Where the fuck am I?" Cassian exclaimed inwardly, his shock palpable. He had braced himself to encounter a low-ranking noble, but the sprawling castle before him hinted at a far grander captor—the royal family themselves. Only they could command such a colossal structure that resembled more a bustling city than a mere fortress, so Cassian thought.

Turning to survey the building from which he had just emerged, Cassian noted its modest dimensions: a single-story edifice with a low ceiling, its ground floor adorned with a solitary line of doors. Despite its unimposing stature in comparison to the grandeur of the castle, Cassian's attention quickly returned to the impressive sight that lay ahead.

The soldiers who had released him now stepped into view, their presence marked by the authoritative clank of well-maintained iron armor and the comforting weight of swords at their hips. One of them, their leader, gestured curtly and said, "Walk..."

Despite their seemingly non-threatening demeanor, Cassian remained cautious. The three attackers from earlier had nearly left him for dead, so he approached the person standing a few meters away from the soldiers warily. This individual didn't wear armor like the soldiers but had a sword at their waist—a finer weapon than those carried by the armored men.

Having seen high-ranking officers who guarded the city he once lived in, Cassian recognized the attire. It was clear this person was of significant rank, likely a noble, as not all officials wore such well-crafted boots and carried such quality swords. What intrigued him more was the person's slightly dark red hair, similar to his own, sparking his curiosity.

He walked towards the person, mirroring the soldiers' approach, and stopped a short distance away. Cassian eyed the individual closely—it wasn't one of the three who had tortured him for the necklace, but there was no telling if this person had ordered the attack. He remained cautious, saying nothing. After a few moments of silent contemplation, the man finally spoke, his gaze fixed on the castle.

"I've always loved admiring it from here. Quite the view, don't you think?" he asked. Confused, Cassian nodded as the man turned towards him.

The man was handsome, with slightly almond skin and a striking facial structure that would charm any lady. But Cassian's attention was drawn to his eyes, which, like his own, were red. A connection sparked in Cassian's mind, and his guess proved correct when the man spoke again.

"Well, good for you. It's your home from now on, Cassian Van Dyke. Welcome to Scarlet Castle of the Van Dyke Duchy."


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