Earth's Core
Chapter 16: Superintendent Ten

Copyright© 2016 by Lonahora

"Is he really fine?"

"As fine as only a bodily cultivator can be under such circumstance".

" ... That was a Core Master's mist detonation that destroys, in the process, the user's soul and spirit to amplify its force! Are bodily refinement technique really that marvelous?!"

"At the very least his is".

" ... What is he doing now?"

"Killing the brother ... He killed Binjo".

"I am still having hard time believing that someone like this exists ... so young and yet able to kill a second level Core Master! If he will join us then we definitely won't have to worry about the other three in the results of the next group evaluation".

"Keep your expectation at bay. He is coming. Go to the largest villa, to the underground floor. Unfortunately, he mentioned her name ... Even though with his current appearance if they'll see him in the future they won't be able to recognize him, it could be the start of a trail that is better to eliminate now".

"What about the Mist Users he fought with and the maids and workers who saw him?"

"Sigh ... He was too straightforward. I thought he learned his lesson the first time, but he proved me wrong ... The attendants are meaningless and were horrified in his arrival; they could not have paid much attention to him. Let's leave them alone. The Mist Users that saw his face are spread inside the villas and in the escape route the Derneldar's Core Masters ran into. This time, it would have been complicated to exert our forces in the Derneldar territory. Therefore, I hired some help from the Basement Floor to deal with any Mist User in the Core Breaker level or above".

"Mmm ... Would he notice me?"

"I'll distract him. Also, retrieve the stone knife. It should be in the central plaza".

"Then I'll be going, Don Mor". The young woman with the blazing hair and the black ribbon that was strapped to her left arm with the words "Student Council Class - President" in white letters, stepped out of the concealment formation and vanished in the wrecked scenery that not so long ago was the lavish territory of the Derneldar family.

Don watched the back of her Tal and closed her eyes. After her Tal, Uri, informed her that he showed Zax Binjo's picture and the detailed note to the Derneldar's territory, Don left to make sure everything will proceed accordingly for her and the school's benefit.

She brought with her the blazing haired girl, her best Tal and her future heir, to show her the extraordinary event of a great family extermination, since to those who are familiar with what a great family represent in Kingdom Earth, to witness the event of its downfall first hand could be very enlightening. Not on the Martial path, but rather, on the political one.

...

"You fiend!" Dureil cursed. The gruesome death of his youngest son caused him so much shock that his internals twisted and blood came out of his mouth. Coughing, he was utterly devastated mentally and physically. First he second son, then his third and now his youngest! They were his most promising sons. They were his sons!

"Ah!!!" Dureil wailed.

"Father!" His three remaining sons prostrated next to him. They felt weak on their legs but also wanted to support their father who buried his face in the bloody floor.

The elderly woman, Dureil's wife, stood silently and motionless, in her hands she actually supported her fainted young attendant.

The Mist Lord that was meant to protect Dureil and his family finally felt the oppressing killing intent dispersing. He turned his back to see what happened, but when his eyes encountered the two bodies, instead of fright they only revealed a deathly stare before his eyelids closed.

The red and black devil, Zax, did not care for Dureil's remark, or more precisely, he did not hear him. His left hand released the tight grip and Binjo's head that was still connected to the spinal cord Zax held, fell on the floor.

Despite the tormenting pain all over his body, after letting Binjo's head loose, a serene sensation Zax did not anticipate washed his sea of consciousness and the waves of wrath subsided.

'Dead, he and his brother are dead, Anet. I beat a second level Core Master to reach them and I kept my word for you, Anet... ' Zax whispered to himself in his mind. But somehow, it was not enough. 'There must be a way ... Big sis or Master or that woman should know! I will not let his mark remain on you, Anet!' He recalled the scar on Anet's back and it appeared before his mind eye like an extension of Binjo, something that as long as it stain her body will keep Binjo's shadow alive in her heart.

Zax gnashed his teeth.

STUMP!

He crushed Binjo's head under his foot and kicked what was left.

Bending his legs, Zax summoned kinetic energy to his feet and converge it to Kinetic Force.

BOOM!

He leaped from the underground floor. Whoever was left in there did not deserve his concern. Would they ever be able to stand in his way? Even Dureil, the one with most grief in his heart, in this moment of ruin still held back his aura from lashing out his resentment in fear for his life.

If a father does not act upon his son death while his killer defiles his body, when will he?

This sentence did not cross Zax's mind, but due to the impression of Dureil, it was all the same whether he thought about it or not.

Leaving the large villa, Zax was about to release his Soul Sense when a stronger presence made itself known to him intentionally and for the second time after the great mist detonation.

The presence was a Soul Sense of a soul stronger than his own. When he howled in pain after his skin melted and burnt and the flash underneath suffered the black burns, the exact Soul Sense reached to him like a beckon that helped him collect himself.

Now, after he killed Binjo, it beckoned to him once more, invitingly. It made itself so clear that Zax was more curious about it than the Core Masters and Mist Users who ran away.

The owner of the Soul Sense continually stayed out of the reach of Zax's Soul Sense until he left the Derneldar territory.

"You!" Zax staggered atop the roof of the seventy stories building, approximately half a kilometer from the Derneldar territory. He no longer had the mental capacity to push himself and his body kept exhausting every ounce of energy it had for the healing process to the point that he stumbled before Don.

Observing his condition with her Soul Sense and seeing him with her eyes, was not much different, however, the instant she had seen Zax, Don's brows puckered.

In order to heal, Zax's body slowly exhausted his strong vitality. As a result, aside from the burns, Zax looked scrawny and feeble.

"Ssh". Don whispered. She made one step forward and caught Zax with her mist energy.

"Why are you..." Zax said, but before he finished his mind went blank. A soothing energy entered his sea of consciousness. A bizarre shape appeared in front of his soul and shone brightly on it.

"Rest". Don said softly.

...

"Ssss!"

The sound hissed like a nest of a thousand snakes.

Zax opened his eyes and felt a bubbly hot sensation from his back. The room he stayed in was completely sealed from light. He did not get up right away, since he felt comfortable on whatever he laid on, but he wanted to know where he was, so he used his Soul Sense to find out.

'A small room', Zax discovered that the dark room was smaller than how the blackness made him perceive it. It was a squared, four on four meters, room.

Inside the room, were three, large enough to lie on, rocks that engendered the hissing sounds. What more precisely was the source of the sound was the warm liquid the rocks ejected. Inside the rocks was an accumulation of the warm liquid and on the top surface of the rook Zax was laying on, which was shaped to fit the back of a roughly one hundred and eighty centimeters tall human, were thousands of hair's width cavities.

'But can't get out... ?' Oddly enough, Zax's Soul Sense was confined to the room. A formation he could not penetrate through trapped him like a cat inside a box.

Still, Zax was not worried or depressed. To his amazement he actually felt great. The pain and tiredness he remembered before passing out were nothing but a bad memory. He rubbed his arms, legs, belly, face ... They were all perfectly well, his skin grew back and was softer and smoother than before, almost as nice to the touch as his baby sister's, Liz's.

 
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