Sylver Seeker

Chapter 192: First Impressions(2/2)

Chapter 192: First Impressions(2/2)

By the time they arrived at where Xalibur had been leading them, Sylver found that while he could minimize the amount of positive mana in a certain area, he couldnt remove it entirely.

Or rather, he could, but it hurt like a motherfucker, and his extremely magical body protested against the idea.

Not to mention, he came up with a much simpler solution.

The double doors were made from that same red-brown wood Sylver had seen used as a building material for literally everything inside this city. They used it in place of stone, cement, metal, armor, weapons, even the paper flags they used looked like a bleached sliver of that very same wood.

At this point, Sylver wouldnt be surprised if Xaliburs clothing was made out of woven wood fibers.

Xalibur pointed with his hand towards a tall building in the distance, it had three lights that were blinking at a consistent pace.

Dog and I will be there, Xalibur said, and Sylver nodded at the man.

No good luck, no, only so and so could do this! just a simple nod, and whatever happens, happens.

Sylver walked over to Mora and Faust and the horse leaned down slightly so Sylver could whisper into Fausts ear.

If for whatever reason I dont come back, get Mora to take you home. Wait until you can bluff the gate guards again, and go back to Arda. Dont try to save me, youll only get in the way, Sylver said, and thankfully Faust could read his tone well enough to understand that arguing wasnt an option right now.

Sylver rubbed Moras neck before he pushed her towards Xalibur and his dog, and she silently followed after him.

Sylver closed his hands into fists and opened them again, as he stared at the gates and thought.

What angle should I take?

Bloodthirsty lunatic, that isnt worth fighting and is easier to bribe away?

No, theyre cultivators, honor and all that

Straight and to-the-point honesty?

I just want your money, and youre either giving it to me, or Im taking it?

That might work better during the daytime, people tend to be jumpy when a stranger enters their home in the middle of the night

Would that be a good idea? Xalibur walked in a path to avoid guards, even without me saying anything.

Is sneaking an option?

Not with the barrier they have surrounding the property

Are we waiting for something? Ria tapped out against Sylvers back.

Just trying to figure out how best to approach them, Sylver silently tapped back.

What if I go in, and take one of them hostage?

Theyre a band of thieves, just because it worked once since I came here, doesnt mean it will work a second time

But maybe

I believe they know you are here, Ria tapped out, as Sylver scratched his jaw.

Why do you think that? Sylver asked.

He did feel that someone was watching him, but they were very good at suppressing their soul and presence. Or rather, Sylvers senses hadnt developed enough to find them, but even with that, it was still nothing to laugh at.

The door is thin enough that Im able to use a combination of high-frequency sensors to see through it. The images are blurry, but their movement is quite easy to track. There is one person standing in the very center, and 2 or 3 are hiding near the left wall, Ria tapped out, as Sylver did his best to extend his awareness that far, but was stopped by the barrier surrounding the area.

The walls werent that high, but Sylver could tell by the way the air around them was shimmering that if he tried to jump up and look, he wouldnt see anything or anyone inside, but they would see him.

Just in case, Sylver used [Fog Form] and was right.

Sylver crossed his arms and just stared at the door for 10 seconds.

Why am I worrying about this? Theyre just thieves, Sylver said, partially to himself, partially to Ria. His robe moved one of his white masks up onto his face and quickly sealed it up.

He uncrossed his arms and leaned back a bit.

He kicked the doors with his left foot, and instead of opening, they shattered into a cloud of wood chips and littered the weed-infested soil. Sylver didnt bother waiting for a reaction, and with a slight shiver, walked through the barrier, and felt it announce his presence.

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On the left, there was a bunch of junk stacked into a pile, where Sylver could vaguely feel 2 souls doing their utter best to hide. In the middle, there was a short young man, barely as tall as Faust and unlikely over the age of 20, dressed in a completely black bathrobe-like costume, with matching black flat fabric shoes.

In his hands was a hook-shaped blade, with several lengths of chain wrapped around the mans forearm, that extended towards his other forearm, from which a small metal ball was hanging loosely.

Sylver took all of this information in without having to move his head around, thanks to [Lesser Perception], and decided to get the easiest thing to check out of the way.

He kept his head aimed towards the pile of junk on his left, and by his second step felt an immense reaction emanating from the young man in the middle of the rectangular courtyard. The man didnt so much as shift the weight of his feet before he very suddenly appeared directly in front of Sylvers face.

Sylver reached out to grab the man by the sides, as did his robe, but the man spat in his face before he could even react properly. The liquid seared Sylvers eyes and Sylver felt the mans presence reappear back where he had been a moment earlier, even as Sylver continued to run towards the pile of junk.

Sylver kicked his own foot into his other foot, and with an agonizing cry tripped and began to fall towards the ground. Within the time it took him to blink his blinded eyes, Sylver felt the mans presence move again, as Sylver made a feeble attempt to use his sleeves to wipe his eyes.

The man didnt waste so much as a second, as he aimed his hook-shaped blade towards Sylvers neck, and to his credit, knew a trap when he saw one, as he instantly teleported back to his original position. Sylver continued to pretend to clutch at his eyes, but the man just stood there, swinging his metal ball with his left hand, while he kept the hook-shaped blade at the ready in his right hand.

Sylver used [Fog Form] to instantly get up off the ground, and materialized upright, with his blinded eyes fixed on the man with the hook and chain.

It was only as Sylver saw a discoloration on the hooks blade, did Sylver feel an unexpected looseness near his throat area. He didnt even need to touch it to confirm, because he could feel the severed muscles already trying to fuse back together, along with the robe fibers that had been cut.

When did he cut me? He teleported away before he-

Not teleported, just moved very fast.

It was the only explanation that made sense, otherwise, the angle of the cut wouldnt have been what it was. Armed with this detail, Sylver summoned his ax into his right hand, and threw it with a powerful spin, directly towards the man.

His theory was confirmed, as the man didnt appear directly in front of Sylver, but a distance to his left, since coming right at him would have meant going through the ax.

Sylvers ax flew through the space the man had been a second prior, and the man returned to his original position, and Sylver could now see, was holding his breath.

Poison gas, or is this something that he does to concentrate?

Sylver pulled his left arm backward, as he summoned his ax into it, and made a swinging motion.

The man appeared quite literally in the space between Sylvers torso and his extended ax-throwing arm, and with a single lightning-fast swipe, sliced the thin Sylver-shaped cloud of fog through the neck. The man returned to his original spot a moment later, and his eyes became erratic and wild, as he tried to figure out where the intruder was.

He was fairly certain he heard a muffled snap, as the empty courtyard became populated by a countless number of identical black robe and white mask-wearing intruders. The hook blade wielding man released his blade and began to swing it in a tight circle around his arm. He lifted it into the air, before any of the shades could do anything meaningful, and released it.

As if they were made out of nothing more than thin air, the shades disintegrated as they came into contact with the blade, and the faintly glowing chain. The thing caught fire, and a moment later the nameless man had a ring of fire around him, that became larger with each swing. For 1 shade split apart into 64 pieces, he did a great job as a distraction.

The man felt the ground beneath his feet give away, felt something land near on his non-swinging arms elbow, and did his best to react to both, but was just a little too slow.

The small insect clutching a bead of explosives made a chirping noise as the spark jumped from it onto the bead. Sylver was surprised to find that the explosion had staggered the man, but hadnt blown his arm off. His bathrobe was scorched clean off on the left, and Sylver could now see his torso, which was absolutely spotless.

Sylver would have sighed if he could, but it didnt matter at this point. That gap of attention was more than enough for him, as Sylver whistled loudly enough that he felt the sharp noise in the small childs chest.

The man with the hook and ball froze on the spot and an expression that Sylver wasnt sure how to describe appeared on his face.

Sylver was standing at his full height, and held a motionless child by the throat in front of him, with his other hand holding a glowing dagger, with the wrist holding the dagger pressed up against the childs chest, further pinning him against Sylver.

The shade directly behind Sylver was doing the same thing.

I want-

Sylver nearly stabbed himself in the neck with his own dagger as the child in his arms fucking disappeared, and it was only his years of experience that made him look up in time to see 3 bodies high up in the air.

He can move people to himself,wonderful.

Sylver didnt bother keeping track of the figure above and instead kicked off the ground as hard as he could, as he moved towards the position the man kept returning back to.

Something thin and metallic missed the back of Sylvers head and would have gotten embedded in his spine, but instead, Ria caught it and kept hold of it.

Sylver was barely a step away from the mans starting position, as the shade archers behind him, and underneath the man and children, released their arrows and sent them flying towards the 3 people falling down.

Luckily for everyone, Sylver was right, and the man appeared at his starting spot for a fraction of a second before he disappeared towards one of the walls on the left, and the 2 children appeared next to him. Their feet didnt even hit the ground when the man reappeared back to his starting position, and his eyes widened in horror.

He started to fall, but it wasnt even a full second, he wasnt that far off the ground.

His feet were already on the ground, even if he wasnt.

They were both sitting outside the tiny 15-centimeter earth wall Sylver had raised, while the mans cleanly sliced-off ankles were about to hit the mushy ground, but Sylver managed to wrap his arms around the mans torso before that happened.

Sylver could have sworn he heard something, as he shoved himself and the man towards the ground, and out of the area, the man kept returning to earlier, over and over again.

Somehow the man could tell Sylver was smiling underneath his mask, even as Sylver tightened his grip around the mans torso, and his robe wrapped around his neck and joints, as the two now faced each other in a contest of strength.

The man knew Sylver would win, he knew there wasnt any chance for him to win the moment he tried to move his arms and felt as if he was trapped between 4 extremely powerful walls, that were closing in on him with every passing moment.

But just as his internal organs reached their limit, just as his last drop of Ki was about to run out, and his neck reached the edge of where it was permitted to bend, the man felt the pressure lessen.

WE SURRENDER! the man screamed in a loud and uncomfortably shaky tone, that implied a torn lung.

Sylver opened his mouth to speak, but at the very very edge of his vision, saw a small flash of light. He didnt turn his head, but adjusted where he was looking, just in time to see the large edged plate flying towards him.

Sylvers attempt to jump, roll, duck, turn into fog, or dodge out of the plates way, was prevented by the man Sylver was currently sort of hugging, who had leaned down and bit into his shoulder. The move wasn't random, Sylver could feel the man was waiting for the plate to hit them.

The robe and Sylvers tough skin stopped the relatively blunt human teeth from drawing blood, but there was just enough contact and natural interference that Sylver couldnt turn into fog in time, and because of the way he was pinning the man down, Sylver didnt have enough time to overpower the mans final lurch of strength.

If the plate had been a little higher, Sylver could have leaned away from it, it would have nicked him, but not beheaded, but the angle it was shot at was very specific, Sylvers neck would get severed, along with the top half of the mans head.

They had a plan for an enemy he couldnt defeat.

On a gut reaction more than anything else, Sylver made a decision and used [Advanced Earth Manipulation]to make as big of a hole underneath the mans head as he could manage in the fraction of a second he had left, and spent every drop of mana he had to push himself and the man as deep down into the hole as possible.

An assortment of random junk splashed out of Sylvers neck area, as the vertebra he used for storage via [Bound Bones] was sliced cleanly into two. The miscellaneous rocks, empty flask, beakers, sharpening stone, underwear, canned food, spare pairs of boots, rolls of twine, a couple of bright red romantic candles, and a cast frying pan, went flying in every which way direction, as Sylvers severed, spinning, head flew parallel to the spinning metal plate.

Sylvers head landed with a heavy thud as it hit the grassy ground, as the two children standing on the wall on the left, joined the one that had been hiding within the wall on the right. They helped the man Sylvers large body was crushing with its weight, shove the corpse off.

Sylvers decapitated body unceremoniously rolled off the shaking with adrenaline mans body. The man was in such a state of shock right now, that he couldnt even feel the cut through his nose, that would have been through his head instead if Sylver hadnt forced him down into the hole.

The air changed in a fraction of a second, as the group of 4 realized everyone was alive, and with the exception of the mans missing feet, unharmed. The festive mood lasted for about 15 seconds, because that was how long it took for Sylver to rewire himself to move his not technically decapitated body around.

His HP wasnt even at 0, the system might not like his turtle head in a shell body, but it at the very least respected it.

His body rose from the ground as if he was a puppet on strings, and stood tall over the small group. They all mutely looked up at the headless towering corpse.

That was, incredible! Sylvers voice said, from somewhere near the top of his completely bloodless neck. He refrained from clapping, even if he wanted to because he wasnt sure if that would come off as sincere as he intended it to sound.

He crouched down so he would have been close to face to face with the three kids, and fighter, if his face wasnt currently off in the corner, slowly floating towards him.

Technique aside, because for a mortal that was pretty damn solid, you really were about to take me with you. I saw it in your eyes, no hesitation, just pure rage, Sylver said, as he pointed his finger at the man with the missing feet.

And you! Sylver said as he pointed his finger at the child who had activated whatever it was that threw that bladed plate at them.

Amazing, terrified to the point your soul nearly left your body, but you didnt close your eyes. You saw your attack through, you were prepared to kill this man. This man who was willing to give up his life to save you, Sylver explained, as he reached out with his hand towards his floating head, lifted it to his neck, and plopped it down.

He pulled his mask off as his neck made a sizzling noise, as the flesh started the process of fusing back together.

The four just stared at him, as Sylver turned his head left, and turned it right, and then turned his melted out and blinded eyes back towards them.

To be perfectly frank with you four, I came here to steal from you Now, I could kill you all, youre barely awake, Sylver pointed at the only adult, youre in a state of shock, so are you, Sylver gestured at the two that had been hiding in the garbage pile on the left, and you will try to fight, but youre so weak I can break your skull open with my pinkie, Sylver said as he gestured at the kid who had shot him with that bladed disc thing.

Sylver remained where he was and gave them all a moment to let the idea sink in.

Or, Sylver said, as he chewed on the word for a second, and made sure this was what he wanted. They did attack and kill him, but that was exactly the kind of intensity he wanted from his people.

Or, you can work for me, Sylver said, with the kind of smile that could be considered either deeply unsettling, or warm and friendly, depending on whether these four believed his offer was genuine.

You, and the other people you have hiding underground over there, Sylver added, with a vague gesture towards the run-down 1 story house.