Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 705: Felicie's Change 2

Chapter 705: Felicie's Change 2

Chapter 705: Felicie’s Change 2

Zeras replied with a shrug as he lifted Felicie to his back.

“Can you not yank me up like that!” Felicie screamed from the sudden movement that sent her flying into the air before she felt the object that she quickly landed on, which had always been Zeras’ back.

“And how did you suppose I do it?” Zeras asked with an evil grin as he quickly raced into the distance with speed, deciding to have faith in Felicie’s prediction.

Even though it seemed sick to Zeras that someone can get something right by simply feeling like it, he had to admit she was at least the navigator on their journey.

Instead of guessing around, he could at least try following her idea first. And if it turned out to be wrong, he could point his finger at her nose and blame her for having wasted their time.

“Maybe you start by going down to the ground and then I climb up.” Felicie grumbled as Zeras shook his head.

“I find my special way a little bit more…fun, no?” he asked as Felicie snorted.

“What’s fun about being yanked into the air?” she yelled straight into his ear, resulting in a chuckle from Zeras.

“You know if I fall off due to you screaming in my ear, we’ll both land on the ground. And guess who will suffer the most?” Zeras asked as Felicie huffed before quieting down.

“Now that’s more like it,” he replied with a triumphant smile.

Silence reigned for the next few hours as Zeras focused on solely covering the journey as fast as he could, without harming Felicie, of course.

If he moved at his fastest speed, she’d probably light up in flames due to the friction that her mortal body wouldn’t be able to take.

But he was quick to notice that even as he sped up slowly, Felicie’s skin that would have normally turned red—a sign of the pressure due to friction—didn’t change color much.

And slowly, he increased his speed to about half his full speed before he finally noticed the red skin patches appearing.

‘There’s no longer any doubt about it, she had grown stronger yesterday night. Just what happened to her? She never even left my side…’

“How many years old are you?” Felicie’s voice suddenly rang out behind his ear as Zeras turned his head slightly to her.

“And why is that?”

“Nothing. I’m just wondering why you have white hair. People only have it when they turn old, you know.”

“So, you’re wondering if I’m some thousand-year-old roach that is pretending to be a handsome young man?” Zeras completed, laughing at her naivety.

“Yes, I do. My uncle says that you otherworlders are actually all older than you look. He mentioned that the youngest of you will still be more than a century old, even though you all look to be around our twenties. You age more slowly than normal…” Felicie replied, and Zeras couldn’t refute that.

The various geniuses of the higher realms are all truly more than a century old. At least he had never heard of anyone reaching the universe rank unless they were more than 100 years old. The only exception was still him, though.

“I’m not old…” Zeras replied, not really giving a clear answer.

“I know,” Felicie said as Zeras raised an eyebrow.

“And how do you know?”

“Because you’re like me. Naive!”

“The last thing you would want to do is compare me with you,” Zeras said as Felicie grinned, happy she finally got back at him.

“I know you’re not old because you act differently compared to those other otherworlders. You act like a young man.”

“And you seem to be an expert on how young men act?” Zeras asked, taunting her.

“Yes, I am an expert on young men. The most special one, of course,” Felicie answered quite seriously.

“And who is that?”

“My father. My uncle used to tell me about what type of a man he was. He died when I was very young, you know. He was still a young man too.

Just the best one, though. And you fit some of the criteria. So I know you’re not old. You’re probably not even up to half a century old. I know it,” Felicie replied as Zeras furrowed his eyebrows.

‘I can’t believe I can’t even remember how many years old I am anymore. 25 or 26 or 27?’ Zeras wondered to himself before snorting in his mind.

‘Like it even matters…’

In truth, age doesn’t really matter much in the upper realms. It is counted in centuries instead of years. Most geniuses are more than a century old but less than a thousand years old.

Some clan leaders are thousands of years old, and some beings are an uncountable number of eons.

The classification wasn’t more complicated than that. Whether one was 50 or 100 or 200, or 1 million, it doesn’t really matter much. At least it won’t stop your opponent from still piercing your neck with his blade.

“And how many years old are you, Felicie?” Zeras asked curiously.

“I’m young. I don’t have white hair like you, you know…” Felicie said, not letting the opportunity to mock him go, as Zeras had moved and grabbed her palm, squeezing it tightly for a few seconds before letting go.

“You’re 21,” he replied as Felicie’s eyes flashed in shock.

“How did you know?”

“With my special ways, and actually though, you do have white hair, Felicie,” Zeras said to her as Felicie laughed out loud.

“Jealous of my orange hair?” she asked, pulling and suavely swinging her hair behind her.

“Perhaps you need this…” Zeras said as he passed her a mirror from his storage ring and Felicie eagerly took it to view her extraordinary beauty which she had not paid much attention until now.

Actually, she had been so disconnected to life ever since she could properly read, ignoring everyone to be alone.

She was beautiful but cared not for that as she had something even more bigger to pay attention to, but she did looked at the mirror a few times… sometimes.

But now, when she took the mirror, her mouth rather dropped to the ground as she noticed the strangeness.

“What…How?”