Affinity: Chaos

Chapter 1553 Do Not Open IV

Chapter 1553  Do Not Open IV

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Emberfield town.

In a little shack far away from the main town, surrounded by trees, the screams of a woman could be heard inside the building, and outside the building was a man pacing back and forth. His eyes showed weariness, but they were steadfast. His long brown hair complemented by his eyes gave him a serious look. The eye bags beneath his eyes showed he had barely gotten any rest in a long time. His sleeves were clean, but they had a shady look, and his plain trousers didn't do any justice to it.

The man continued pacing outside while the screams of the woman increased. The man looked to be in his early thirties, but his visage looked that one of a forty plus old.

A young lady walked from the side of the lake with a bowl in hand as she rushed into the building.

The man attempted to stop her, but he stopped himself when he saw the speed with which she was moving.

He continued pacing about outside, his hands placed behind his back, but his fingers were tightly locked together, as if he was gripping firmly to something unseen.

The atmosphere was tense due to the screams of the woman who seemed to be in severe pains.

As the screams grew louder, the atmosphere started to grow gloomy, the reason for this was from the screams of the woman, one could faintly hear the signs of her being at her limit. If this continued, she might die.

The woman's screams started to grow weaker. Like a soldier with no strength left to fight, her screams reduced, and one could only hear the loud groans of pain that were also getting quieter.

The man pacing outside felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. He took a step forward, and without hesitation, he pushed open the door. Just as he was about to take a step into the room, he heard a new voice, strange yet soothing, even though it was that of someone crying.

He knew all the people inside the room and knew that this was from someone he had never seen yet he was so familiar with. He took a step inside the room, and the single bed that was on the room had a woman lying weakly on it. On the side of the bed, an old lady could be seen holding onto a little figure that was quickly wrapped with a cloth even though he was bloodied. The sound of crying the man was hearing was from the little figure in the hands of the old lady.

While the old lady carried the little one, the other young lady the man saw with the bowl was using the water from the bowl to wipe the head of the woman that was lying weakly on the bed. She was covered with the sheets of the bed, and there was barely any light in her eyes, but she stared straight at the little one being held by the old lady. Her eyes turned to the man and a smiled bloomed on her beautiful face.

The lady was drained, but even in that state, her smile was the most pleasing thing the man had ever seen.

"Our son is here." She said softly, her voice barely audible.

The man could sense the strength fading away from her body. His eyes became watery as he walked towards the young lady that was lying on the bed, he sat down close to her, his hands shaking, but he caressed her face ever so softly.

"What will we call him?" He asked, his voice as gentle as he could make it.

The lady, with the blooming smile still on her face replied, "Zyler, Zyler Ackerson."

"Zyler, such a great name." The man nodded in approval.

"Of course, he's our precious boy. Our miracle." The lady, even in her weakened state replied matter-of-factly.

The man smiled, proud of his wife's reaction towards their son.

"You need to rest, there's still much for us to do." He said with a soft voice.

The lady looked at the man and gently held the hand he used to caress her face, her voice was calm as she said, "I don't have much time."

The room fell silent, and other than the gentle crying of the newborn in the old lady's arm, everyone else froze. Even the young lady that was cleaning up the lady paused, unsure of what to do.

"Don't say that, you're only tired. If you rest you will be fine." The man was calm as he spoke with the lady.

The lady didn't let the smile leave her face as she said, "Have you forgotten I'm the best healer in the town?"

She locked eyes with her husband and said, "I don't have the strength to come back."

A teardrop slid down the face of the man, his  face still had the same gentle look, but his eyes showed a different emotion, one could see that he was torn apart at the moment.

The lady gently raised her hand and cleaned the teardrop, "Don't cry, you don't want our son seeing you in such a state, do you?"

The man knew she was only trying to sheer him up, but he found it difficult to accept.

"It's all my fault." He dropped his head, his eyes watery but he made sure nothing fell from his eyes.

"It has nothing to do with you, I chose this." The lady said as she looked at the Old lady, struggled to get into a sitting position and asked, "Can I carry my son?"

The Old lady nodded and brought the newborn close to his mother.

When the lady carried the baby, her eyes glowed and she muttered softly, "Such high magical density."

She looked at the little face of Zyler who opened his eyes to look at the lady. His golden pupils captivated the heart of anyone who looks at them. Just like his father, he had brown hair.

Afyer some time, the lady's eyes started to grow dim, she kissed the forehead of Zyler and handed him over to his father who was sitting beside her, "Take care of our son. I'll always be with you two."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The sound of someone punching something fiercely resonated into the woods.

Looking closer, a young man could be seen striking a tree with his bare fist repeatedly. His face was well chiseled and his bare upper body was well defined, almost looking nothing like a youth but that of a man in his late twenties who has gone through the hardships of life. The only contrast to his body was the immaturity one could see in his face. It was very easy to identify that this was a youngster that was still around fourteen to fifteen years of age.

The young man wore just brown trousers that looked worn, but he didn't care and continued his exercise. Looking at his face, his short brown hair stood, but the most captivating thing about him were his golden pupils. They looked like they were from another world.

From time to time, his golden pupils would glow brilliantly, like a flash of lightning and the speed of his strikes would increase exponentially.

As the young man trained, an older man walked out from a wooden shack that was at the side of the woods.

"Zyler!" The man called out.

The young man who was still training stopped the second he heard his name, sweat dripping from his body as he turned to look in the direction of the shack. The resemblance between the duo was striking, but the young man looked his age, while the other man seemed to be over fifty. His eye bags didn't change his stunning look in any way.

The young man who was training was none other than Zyler Ackerson.

It has been almost fifteen years since his birth, and he found out from his father that his mother died shortly after his birth.

"Coming, father." He picked up his linen sleeves and walked over to his father.

"You were supposed to bring in some wood thirty minutes ago." His father raised his brow.

"I'm sorry father, I'll get them now." Zyler apologized, before leaving he paused, "Dad…"

"Hmm." His father looked at him curiously, waiting for the reason he called him.

"I'm feeling more energy as the day goes by." Zyler said.

"I see. Increase your daily training, in a few days you will be able to go check your mana grade." His father comforted him and said, "The reason I made you start cutting wood from such an early age was due to this."

Zyler nodded and walked into the woods. He didn't visit the town too frequently, as he's sometimes mocked by some dimwits with the passing of his mother. His father was the one who usually sold wood to those across this town and the next, while from what he knew, his mother was the best healer across the neighboring towns. People came from all over to get treated by her, so when the news of her passing spread, some people felt it was all Zyler's fault and they placed the blame on him.

This made growing up very difficult for Zyler since he would