Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 668: Enchanted!

Chapter 668: Enchanted!

Chapter 668: Enchanted!

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The sound of steps gently stepping on the wooden staircase faintly resounded as she slowly ascended the stairs toward the small hut house, suspended up in the air by being placed on other hut houses.

Snow rained down from the roof of the small hut, caused by the gently flowing breeze that lifted her light orange hair to the side.

Finally, she reached the small hut’s footmat, her hands reaching for the knob, only to stop at the last second as she felt the sound of shuffling papers, and her sword-like eyebrows knitted a little.

She could still remember meeting with her uncle and his friend Fernand just a few minutes ago, and now she could still hear the sound of shuffling papers.

The only person that could be was…

The doorknob creaked under her gentle hand force as the door fully opened up, giving view to the inside of the small hut.

It was a pretty ordinary room, with a wooden floor, a bed at the far end side, a rectangular-shaped sofa present in the middle, and at the northward wall was a place where a study table, filled with hundreds of worn-out books and pages with strange drawings, could be seen.

Before the table was a seat facing the wall, and currently on it was a figure, whose face was obstructed by the silvery hair falling down his shoulders.

“It’s you!” Felicie said, more than surprised to find the young man there on her reading table.

She had been told by Fernand that he had been given dozing tablets, and he should be asleep for around six hours, by which he would then be fully recovered after his arising.

But here he was sitting on the chair, less than mere minutes after getting dozed.

“The Tower of God?” His calming voice rang out to her as she looked to her side, where a large axe was hung.

She quickly took it in her grasp, walking cautiously toward him. She couldn’t afford to fall to a stranger. It might be nothing but a trick from him to lower her guard.

‘Tch, how naive…’ she thought to herself.

“Your commitment to something seemingly mythical is admirable. These are works of close to a couple dozen years. And your hypotheses are really as wild as they can be…” Zeras said as he flicked through the hundreds of rough notes with more than lightning speed, easily cramming everything present within them.

From it, he could already understand everything about the world he was in, and even more about the strange reason of why he was there, and what he ought to do immediately.

It was a free ticket that saved him from so much trouble of asking around. And the girl who wrote this seemed to have quite the crazy ideas and twisted imaginations about cultivators.

Slowly, Felinie raised her axe into the air, centering it at the center of his head.

“And you wish to go to the so-called Tower of God, where your father met his end, to what?” he suddenly asked as her hand halted in the air.

“Die after him? Tsk, tsk, you don’t learn, do you?” He completed, and Felinie’s eyes flashed in anger, her hand immediately slashing the axe on his head.

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The sound of something getting ripped apart rang out as the axe smashed into the furniture, rending it to pieces before nailing it to the ground.

Retreating backward from him due to the soaring shrapnels and disbelief of what she had just done, she turned to the side, only to sight the young man staring at a group of pictures on the mini-wardrobe stand.

“I’m not surprised…” he said, rising upright before turning the side of his face to her. Immediately, her mouth hung agape at the sight of his real features.

He had been soaked, his face obstructed by his wet hair when she had last seen him.

But now she could really see his features, and he was the most handsome young man she had ever seen before.

Still, what captivated her the most were those astral blue eyes.

They seemed to want to draw her soul in, making her almost uncontrollably move towards him, but she was soon awakened by the sound of hurried footsteps emerging from outside the door.

Soon a new figure arrived in the room, her eyes turning to Zeras first, resulting in quite the flash of surprise, but then turning to look at Felicie before sighting the axe on the ground, pieces of broken furniture present around it.

“Are you okay, Felicie…” she said, running to Felicie and protecting her behind her, before turning to Zeras and yelling out.

“Stay away, you monster!”

“Hmmm,” To the green-haired elderly woman’s yell, Zeras only hmmed before returning to look at the picture stand in the room.

“Come with me, Felicie. Let’s get away from that monster…”

“I’m fine, Mrs. Charlotte…” Felicie said as the woman released her hands, her beating chest residing.

“Did he do that?” she asked, looking at the axe, and Felicie simply turned her gaze to her before requesting, “Will you mind giving me a few minutes of privacy with him, Mrs. Charlotte?”

“What!? No, I can’t leave you with this monster…”

“Pretty please, Mrs. Charlotte. For old times’ sake…” Felicie said with puppy eyes as Mrs. Charlotte’s face squeezed as if finding it hard to come to a decision before she ultimately sighed.

“Ok, fine. But I’ll be going now and calling your uncle.” She said, moving to the exit, before turning to look at Zeras.

“Hmph, you better not try anything funny. Or you’ll have your skin peeled alive by her uncle. Mark my words…” The woman said confidently before slamming the door shut and quickly climbing down the stairs, her hurried footsteps slowly disappearing from his hearing.

“You’re one of those otherworlders…” Felicie said immediately, the sound of Mrs. Charlotte’s footsteps receding.

“And who are these otherworlders?” He asked her in return.