" Run? "
Mark was startled " Never in my life, had I ran away from the face of troubles!
Even if the mutants were to pop up, I had promised her to give it a try. And this silver masked youth, expect me to run away from this Ebnizer girl!
Is she more frightening than the overpowered mutant? I don't believe it! " Mark was annoyed by her warnings.
His doppelganger had given him enough trouble, followed by nebula who started attacking him for no reason, and now this ebnizer girl he should escape from, mark felt himself being wronged here.
Just when mark was about to refute silver mask, he found himself to be dragged. Straight towards the direction of circular platform.
" A huge board! " mark muttered out in surprise.
Earlier, few things were masked from his sight! As he was not eligible that time.
Now that he died for the tenth time, a huge five meters board presenting all the names of the registered were present.
Mark hadn't found his name to printed on the list. He frowned about, only to be clarified that he hadn't yet registered his name to begin with.
Slam!
Catching the left hand of mark, tighter, silver masked youth scanned mark's palm over a virtually created control board in blue, present floating right next to the circular stage.
Mark was able to see through to the other side, as it was translucent, which made it resemble quite similar to the systems interface.
His body jolted all of a sudden from bottom.
When the scanning took place, his palm felt some thing slimy, as if some random group of earthworms were crawling right underneath his palm.
The process was completed in a second, shortly followed by an abrupt ding that alarmed him.
It was heard not just to him, but to everyone present around, as it was coming from the control board, floating in front of him.
Flash!
A wide black panel popped out, which asked mark to type his name on it.
" Interesting! "
Before he could raise his other hand, Silver masked youth had finished typing the name [MARK WHITE] and closed the tab for submission.
" Ding! The individual number 112 has been registered as "Mark White"! Please confirm the name for a second time... further changes could not be taken place once the... "
Before the high pitched voice of system could finish exclaiming it out, silver masked youth had proceeded with the "confirm" button which heavily started mark.
" Fuck! Before, had I spelled my name wrongly, wouldn't this silver mask registered my name as such? " Mark cursed the person before him for his rashness.
" Finally he left my hand! "
When the registration was overed, mark sighed in with a breath of relief, as the silver masked youth finally left his grab.
Mysteriously! Despite the initial attempt to break away, mark wasn't able to force away from this youth, much less to fight against him and stop this haste.
" Just who's that Ebnizer by the way? This silver masked youth is getting overly frightened of her tyranny! " Mark questioned out in surprise.
The silver masked youth didn't bother with him, took a random mission paper hung on the 5×5M mission board and stamped it on marks heart, before pushing him to the circular cultivation stage in haste.
Put!
Mark fell down to the circular platform, when his legs got tripped by the elevated stage.
" The hell! What's wrong with his brains? couldn't he just ask me to step on it politely, is there a need to use violence? " Mark felt like cursing him.
But all of a sudden, a intermittent pain ran through his body. Starting from his limbs which then spread to rest of the body.
Though it was intense, it was still tolerable by him!
" What's happening with my body? " Mark was frightened. Along with pain, his body started dispersing into specks of light, which got disappeared in air.
It was as if his life was ending at this moment, which frightened mark.
As he was disappearing, a silhouette started to take shape, which appeared to be a lady. She appeared tough and quite intimidating to begin with.
But the lookers can only sigh out, being dissapointed, as she had worn mercenary like dress, which lowered her beauty by a little.
A huge broad sword hung on her back, which almost had exceeded twice the size of her body, considering the hilt whose length had exceeded her entire arm.
She was wearing steel coloured armour over her plain looking dress. A thin shoulder guard attached to a chest piece covering the curvatures on top, while a leather like valkyrie skirt, platted with metal was guarding her lower part, which reached down till her ankles.
Her abbs were clearly visible on tightened dress, and her figure looked quite well trained.
Her blond hair was particularly attractive and made her distinct from others, that were popping around.
She along with her mates had started to appear, from the speck of light particles, quite reverse to the case of mark, where he was dissipating into them.
Whoosh!
She turned towards mark, examining his face that seemed new.
She gave a casual smile which left a deep impression of her in his mind, as if an old desolate beast was glaring at him, he felt shivers down his spine.
He could never forget her face even if he wanted to, as she somehow resembled his beautiful and bashful wife, whom he was eager to meet form six long years.
But to do so, Mark needs to reach aura lord realm, so that he could access that personal space of his.
But contrary to him, the ones around were frightened quite a bit, as if she was the one that made their souls freeze in fright.
The silver mask who was very much eager to send him away was now standing still like a frightened stick, when this blond beauty appeared before him.
" So... it should be her, the reason why the silver masked youth wants to send me away? " mark guessed out.
######
Mark found himself to be dragged to an different space, he found himself to be travelling in void, in midst of countless shining white stars.
Before he could even reason out, what's happening around? He was popped into a strange place without a prior warning.
The surroundings were dark, his breathing felt heavier. Ear piercing sounds of lightning were paining his ears.
Freezing cold winds were blown against his face, as if it was intended to ice him.
" Wait... Not again!! " Mark bellowed out in anger.
His body was drenching with droplets of water, presumably from rain, and few droplets had entered his eyes, which blurred his vision.
Tens of meters of high waves, made of water was forming on the oceans surface, and he mark was falling from the sky straight into them.
Roar!
All of a sudden, an ear piercing roar accompanied by barrage of terrifying amount of shock waves hit mark.
" Fuck! It pains damn it! Feels like killing me! Just what sin had I done to get this punishment? "
Mark cursed at the attacker, who almost had crippled him half way, leaving behind a large number of hidden injuries, that weren't visible to naked eyes.
Whoosh!
Accompanying a large amount of killing intent, two mountain sized pair of eyes reveled outwards, which were shined like illuminating pearls in the face of darkness. The pupils were moving around as if were some marvellous creation.
Unlike its skin that appeared quite hideous, it's golden pupils were illuminating the surroundings brightly like a lamp from the light houses.
It's dense black hide with occasional bloody patches had made it look like a terrifying beast, and countless smaller demons were being popped on it's hide.
Mark wasn't able to see through its stats, even if he wanted to, as his level was too low compared to it.
" The hell! How could a monster grow to such... such lengths? " Mark could not believe what he just saw this instant.
The colossal beast had a huge build, that far exceeds tens of kilometres in size, Its tentacles were large and were capable of killing emperor class experts as easy as smashing ants!
Even farthur from flame glory had paled before it and did not had such might to rival.
" Do I really have to... fight this thing? " Mark, who was still diving in the air, bellowed out in fright.
Despite his sudden appearance, which popped up in the sky. The eight tentacled creature had not tried bothering him, as it was busy engaging in a battle against a huge battleships, that sized tens of times bigger than the ones Kaiser storm used to have.
Colossal existences were fighting evenly, and each move made by them were generating storms, generating waves of tsunamies that were tall enough to swallow a city in flash.
Unfortunately, mark was falling straight towards one battleship, and was going to be drawn in midst the battle between these colossal existences.
Boom!
A projectile from the flying ship has mistakenly taken mark to be a magic beast, summoned by the giant colossal creature, and landed a hit over him.
" The hell! " A bomb was blasted on mark, and his little figure got crashed over the battle ship, which broke through few floors before finally stopping at a certain depth.
Cough!
He spilled a mouthful of blood, in a wretched state, that was almost burned to charcoal black. His eyes started to close from losing strength.
But before he could fall entirely unconscious, a blur muscular figure in a white uniform was standing before him.
His long military coat with a white beard had made him look ferocious.
He was aggressively shouting at his subordinates to call for some medic! As if the battle was second next important to the boy before him.
The surroundings were burning high, the wooden beams and pillars around were caught on high flame! And the world around him looked red with fire.
The entire ship was present in a wretched state, this structure could fall down any moment from the monsters attacks, but the white uniformed person did a thing which startled mark.
The muscular militant sat before mark, and tossed a golden pendent in his pockets, muttering " Glory to Milton's! Long live house Milton! " before moving out the scene as if his presence was no longer needed here.
Though mark doesn't know the reason why, the muscular militant in white was shouting for a medic, nor did mark knew why he would toss a golden pendant into his pockets, to mutter out a house named Milton at last.
But one thing for certain was that mark quickly lost his consciousness following it.
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The next day.
It was dawn, when the sun had just risen up. The climate was still chilly, and fog was yet to be cleared which made the a person difficult to move around.
The waves were hitting hard against the cliff, while the chill winds were gushing on top the surface, freezing ones bones!
A patrolling guard was boozing some alcohol, and burning some cigarettes, while doing his routine morning rounds.
" Che! The weather is still chilling cool, but those old geezers had not allow me to get a day off! "
The patrolling guard was clenching his fists in anger, and couldn't help but launch a punch at the boulder in anger.
Crack!
" Miss margarita should have arrived at the branch quarters by now!
Can't wait to make a glance at her beauty. She's rumoured to be a first class one and very few could rival her in skills, or in her temperament.
But... but right now I am rotting in these patrols, and who knows when she would leave back to the main head quarters, after finishing her work?
Gosh! Old bastard I'll kill you if she left by the time I return! " Bellowing it loud, he destroyed that entire five meters boulder to pieces, venting his anger on it.
His aura released from body was that of a peak aura grand master, which was a thing to be noted.
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
" Hey you stinky dog... who you barking at? Don't make this owner pisses further, or else I would given your share to others.
Mind it, your food would be given to your fellow companions back at the quarters! do shut the... " He was foolishly threatening his dog, only to find that it had long since walked down the cliff and started barking from below.
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
" Fuck! Believe me, today I'll skin you alive!? " Bellowing it loud, that young patroller started descending the cliff in haste like a mountain monkey which was chasing off it's intruder.
He was quite frustrated that he might miss his chance to acquaint with that Margarita, but the dog of his was not making things easy, but made it more of a hassle for him. And by the time he returns, she might not be there any more.
The dog in black was barking at a small figure that had just washed to the rocky shore.
It grabbed the half burnt cloths of that figure with its large mouth and dragged him into the wet sand above.
Quite, fortunately, he was washed to a relatively safe spot, where his life could not be threatened!
If not for that, the raging waves could have hit his head, hard against the rocky spikes and this poor fellow might have died on spot!
A shrill whistle sound was ranged by young patrolling guards in brown, who had just descended the scene.
He was half way to the rocky shore, while his large dog was barking at him, to let him notify of the small figure, that still appears to be alive.
" A kid! I think I found a survivor! "
The patrolling guard held his position tightly with his one hand, and took a pen sized wooden stick from his inner pockets.
Boom!
A fire signal waa casted by him, which let the guards in the surrounding to notice.
Earlier he was instructed that, if he were to find a survivor from the last nights war, he would immediately signal the quarters, who would later handle things they should.
######
Few minutes later
In rescue camp.
" Warm! " Mark muttered out that word before opening his eyes slowly.
He found himself in a military camp, which was reeking with a pungent smell of blood and waste around.
He lifted his head half awakened, and was yet to be healed from the injuries he sustained before.
" A healing array, no wonder! " slowly muttering these words, Mark fell back to sleep, to get some rest, before he could ask the people around for clarification.
######
In conference hall.
Some people in white coats were quarrelling hard against each other, and each person was having an ambition of their own.
Quite surprisingly the golden token in marks pocket was present in center of the conference table they were seated around.
" House Milton! He's from house Milton! " A old man with grey eyes bellowed out in shock, his eyes were showing traces of anxiety and reverence, while gazing at this golden token.
" Quite a catch! We could get rewarded heavily! " A middle age man that was sitting next to this old man laughed out in excitement.
" No! We should hand him off to Black wind alliance! Miltons are mortal enemies of them, and it wouldn't be a wise choice to get on good terms with Miltons right now.
Considering the fact that black winds are nearer to us than that great household it wouldn't be a good choice? " An officer in the white coats had bellowed loud, suggesting his opinion.
" No we could not be do that, Milton's would destroy us for sure? " Few others voiced their worries in succession.
Bang!
" Stop this nonsense at once! " An old man wearing an officers hat, with a life red cross on his black hat had slammed his fist against the table in anger, telling his subordinates to shut at once.
" Miss Margarita, what's your opinion on this? " The boss of this branch quarters, the old man that just made a stop to this quarrel had asked her politely, like a loyal subordinate.
" I'll take him to head quarters, let grandfather decide the outcome. " This Margarita wasn't just a normal officer from the head quarters.
Her grandfather was the vice leader at that place, and other than leader no one had a say in the decisions made by him.
so what she suggested could very well be the best in the interest of this organisation.
######
In western warlord palace.
A few days have passed by, and mark had finally reopened the little eyes of his.
Few maids dressed black in white had rushed towards him, while some others had rushed out to inform the authority.
This time he found himself in some other location, which looked quite aristocratic. Unlike before it no longer reeks of the blood, but a pleasant odour filled around.
Before he could even recollect what might have happened to him earlier, few people dressed royally had stepped in his room.
A woman who looked quite spoiled, not bigger than twenty in age, spelled quite vulgar words, unlike her attire that symbolized her to look quite gentle.
" Father, he's might just be a bastard, a scion of that white geezer, just kill him what trouble might find our way to here? "
" Shut up! Never mention the word "kill" again, the word of his existence has already spreader across the capital, even her majesty Empress Dhea Ruthschild had been alerted!
We could be executed if this person dies under the premises of our household! we can't kil... him in open! " slapping tight against her pretty face the thin-faced man bellowed out.
" Mother! " Crying it loud she left the hall with teary eyes.
Authors notes.
Characters added:
1. The young patrolling guard : Brown haired, have a big black dog that sized bigger than a lion. A beast tamer who's hiding his talents from others.
2. White robed muscular man : The one that tossed the Milton's crest token into marks pockets, other information will be revealed later.
3. Miss margarita : A influential figure in western warlords domain. Second granddaughter of vice leader.
Mark is currently been teleported to his mission world with an unknown fate being imposed on him. Right now he is present in a high class room at the Western warlords palace, and few influential people had came to pick on him.