Rise of the Godking - Chapter 146

Seated on a cloud that was speeding past the Mainland and onto the sea pockmarked with islands like blisters on the skin of a slave, Noel frowned and chewed furiously before spitting to the side.

He watched with a small smile as the wad of glowing, red substance that had come out of his mouth fell and caused a small explosion in the sea. Today, one of the islands was going to experience rainfall that would sting their skin and make them wish they had never been born, and with a pat on his own shoulders as he was impressed with how he was able to constantly outdo himself every time, he turned his head in the direction of the island they were heading to.

The guard was silent as always. Ever since he had gotten him, the man hadn't spoken a single word. Noel didn't care. After all, why would one care about the furniture lying around them?

He frowned when he remembered the mundane task he was being sent on. Any island being handed over to the family needed to be checked, certainly, as bugs could be tempted to try and steal away things that rightfully belonged to the family. If they did so, they would be hunted, of course, but one of the patriarchs had recently decided that it was best to stop such things from happening beforehand as the bills that they paid to the Tracers always ran up to terrifying amounts.

'Damn bugs. Now that I think about it…maybe I should take a limb or two to warn them. Yes…maybe three.'

This thought made his smile broaden. It disappeared a moment later, though, when he remembered what was waiting for him tonight: a spar with one of the most talented disciples of his master.

Grinding his teeth, he went through all the magical spells he had learned recently, but he was still unsure that he would be able to land even a scratch on the man who was the most prized of them all. He was sick of listening to the praise that their master heaped on him day in and day out, and he had even commented behind his master's back that it must all be undeserved…but now that he was going up against him with his own two hands, he felt more than a bit of panic.

Growing up with the entire world at his fingertips, or at least, the part of the world that he was born in, Noel had never had to face hardships. He had even cried when he was first sent to train, and had only applied his mind to it after finding out that everything that he had been born with would be taken away if he didn't work hard, and use the natural gifts that had been passed down to him due to the nature of his birth. Even then, he had only done the least of what was expected of him, always enjoying the pastimes of the Mainland more than the grueling training which expected him to do nothing but the same thing over and over again, all day and all night, for the growth in his power that he was told repeatedly he should be grateful of as many couldn't even imagine being capable of such a feat.



Everything had been great until a couple of years ago. He had slacked off in his training, improving only as much as was really required while spending the rest of his free time however he wished. Then…his father had gotten the wonderful idea to change his master, and ever since, Noel had been subjected to difficulty of difficulty.

Sparring. Oh…how he hated that word.

Every day, he was made to spar with his seniors, his peers, and sometimes, even his juniors. In the beginning, he had almost always lost, ending his day with a bruised body that his master said was good to experience as it built moral character, but all it had done was feed the hate within him at all those who laughed behind his back as he couldn't even defeat those younger than him. At the same time, he had been given the duty of collecting crystals from the islands on his master's insistence as he believed that such work would let him know how privileged he was…but in this task, Noel had found a way to take out all the frustration he felt on those that couldn't resist.

He had been raised being told that the inhabitants of all the islands were less than insects, meant only to be squished if they showed even a hint of not following every word that a member of the family uttered. So, he had found no reason not to take out his anger on them even though they had no relation to his troubles, and over time, this had turned into a hobby that he often looked forward to.

His thoughts were interrupted when the cloud began to slow, and stopped completely. They were high, high above the land, and from where he stood, the islands below were just tiny spots. Following his guard's gaze, he could tell which one they had come to check on, though, so he began the descent, jumping off the cloud without a care in the world.

Already used to his actions, his guard sped forward and cast the spell to slow their fall. He saw, but didn't care about the vein bulging on the man's forehead as he handled the threatening will of gravity that wanted to crush them, but soon, they had slowed down to a crawl. By that time, they were only a few hundred meters above the target, so Noel cast his own spell, and soon, they were both standing above the small town of Larefa.

Opening his mouth, he prepared to announce his presence in a way that would send everyone present scrambling, but he frowned and paused when he saw that something was wrong.

Many of the buildings, including the central mansion which he knew the leaders of this place must occupy had been burnt down almost until nothing remained of them.

Blood and gore spattered the marble tiles of the town, leading to the crimson crystals that he knew would take one down to the deplorable pits. It was a place he had never gone to before…but he knew now that if he wanted to find out what had happened, he would have to head there.

He smiled in a few seconds as he thought this, as he now saw that he had a reason to kill as much as he wanted. A rebellion had taken place here, and hence, it was the perfect time to interrupt the demonic slaves who must be eating their masters at the moment in those pits. At least, that was what many of his fellow disciples believed the slaves would do if they got a chance to thrown down their masters, even though he had seen many times that they were not very different from the people who were allowed to rule these little scraps of land.

Nodding at his guard and not bothering to check anything else, he flew to the crystal. He teleported, first, with the big man in tow, and soon, he was heading deeper and deeper into the mines, following trials of blood that had been smeared on the way, clearly indicating the direction in which the carnage had gone.

Glancing to the side, he saw that his guard was more tense than usual. Noel didn't really care about what the man thought, but he was starting to hate these murky depths and narrow passageways, too. When they reached a dead-end, he grit his teeth and prepared to turn around but paused when the guard walked forward and was able to push his hand into the rock.

Frowning, he searched with his seed and saw the traces of a spell. Coughing as he should have done this before, he walked forward imperiously, intrigued about who might have been capable of magic in this forsaken place.

As soon as he stepped into the small cavern beyond…things happened too quickly for him to even understand them. The guard was right beside him, and both of them looked up to see that a huge boulder that could crush them without any trouble was hovering in the air above their heads, somehow. There was no time to use magic; with haste, they ran forward as it was the best way to get out of its path. On the way, they tripped on something they hadn't seen… and fell headlong on the crystal a foot away, before their minds were whisked away without them being able to put up even an ounce of resistance.