Having not thought of any solutions, the main character decided to stick with his current style of combat. 'Yea, I'll just relay on my treasures, my unfathomable knowledge, and my trusted disciple to win my battles...'
But then again, the treasures he used, relied on his God essence. 'The staff normally functioned independently and doesn't really need an energy source, but to achieve the feats it had when bathed in a golden shine, it jad to draw upon the power of my God essence....
Another obvious example is the Imperial door which uses up a tiny portion of my God essence everything it was operated... What a conundrum... But I can't keep using my God essence willy-nilly, I need to conserve it!!'
Being at a loss of how to fix his predicament, he ultimately gave up on it. His breathing relaxed as his eyes slowly closed, in the warm embrace of his blanket, he drift off into cloudland.
. . .
Whilst that was happening, back at the ruins of the Nine Dragon Sect, a small black circular object could be seen scanning through scanning through the wreckage. In the distance, inside a massive airship, Prince Amon could be seen sitting in a high chair, his eyes darting from side to side as he stared at a reasonable sized projection in front of him.
The clamour around him seemed like mere background noise as it failed at breaking his focus. Aside him and his aged butler, many inside that room wore white lab coats; some even going as far as wearing spectacles just to sell the look.
He and all the people the room received the data Laya kept sending from the ruins below, discussing on specific points while at the same time running different tests and experiments in what seemed like a lab.
The prince would space out from time to time, before returning to the data in front of him. As he was spacing out once again, a com signal sent by Laya interrupted him. Noting that it was her, he accepted saying,
"What is it Laya?"
From the other side, a monotonous robotic voice sounded.
"Master, I have collected the remains of Sect Master Lei as you have ordered."
"Good, bring it to the lab for further testing."
"Yes, Master."
The com ended there. Having already been interrupted, the Prince decided to take a break before going back to his research. Leaving the lab, he was followed by his trusted butler towards the deck of the ship.
As soon as they got out in the open air, a breeze blew past the two, causing the butter to tighten his tie before taking out a cigarette. Holding it between his lips, the tip of the cig lit up with a blue flame. Taking in a deep breath, the smoke helped the butler as it fought against the biting cold carried by the wind.
Noticing his actions, the prince sighed in amusement, he like himself, could have just circulated his qi to dispelled the cold but it seemed like his bad habit prevailed against his judgment once again.
"You still haven't managed to get rid of that addiction of yours huh..."
The butler chuckled hearing that, he had kept up this habit for a little under than forty years of his life, so at this point he didn't even see the point of stopping. It wasn't pike he was gonna die or something, he just simply got tired of trying to give it up. Chuckling in a self pitying manner, he said,
"You know what they say, you can't teach an old dog, new tricks..."
A sarcastic remark, the Prince simply smiled before turning his attention back to the night sky. The night seemed to hold innumerable beauties as the stars gleamed with light, only managing to compliment the stupor of the crescent moon.
Taking in the wondrous sight, he relaxed as the tension that had built up in his body completely melted away. Lost in comfort, he stood dazed for a few seconds, not a single thought crossing his mind.
Noticing his expression, Mr. Butler called out... No reaction.
"Young Master!", he called out again, this time snapping the Prince out of his trance.
"Oh, sorry... Did you say something?"
"Yea, I just wanted to ask something but you were lost in thought..."
"What did you want to talk about?"
Put on the spot, the butler cleared his throat before asking, "Are you sure you want to do this? I will support you no matter what but getting caught up in the race for the throne might have you lose your life, or something worse, lose those you care about... So, are you sure you want to do this? Risk it all??"
The Prince's normally cold disposition went down by a few more degrees, "I have to find out what happened. I don't care for the consequences, I have to find out what happened that day!"
There was no room for discussion! The butler merely sighed before taking another puff of his cigarette.
. . .
Waking up to the beams of light that passed through the curtains piercing through his eyelids, the main character opened his eyes with a stifled expression. His hand waved through the air, struggling to block off the light. Unfortunately, by the time he had freed himself from the brilliance, he had already fully awaken.
Getting up from his comfy bed, he walked towards the basin and thoroughly washed his face before taking out the Sect robe he had received. Looking at it though, he reflected over what had happened to the Sect.
'Quite unfortunate really...'
But, things had to take their natural course... and just like that he had gotten over it. Throwing the robe back into his spatial ring, he brought out another that he had previously bought on their shopping spree.
The robe was a mix of black and red, decorated with exquisite embroidery, it made one seem like the heir of a full-fledged Demonic Sect.
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[Reader]: I don't get it, why does black have to signify something bad like demons and such? Why can't it be something good?
[Author]: Idk, I guess it's normal or something
[Reader]: Like really think about it, black has always been synonymized with bad. For example, evil or demonic magic is called black magic; bad luck is represented by a black cat; extortion of money via threats, blackmail: blacklist, black Friday, black sheep, black heart, blackballed, black economy.... and the list goes on!!!
*[Author] was surprised at the sheer amount of examples [Reader] was able to mention on the spot. It even made him think of other examples like funeral clothes and Pirate flags...*
[Author]: I see your point...
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Having changed, the main character walked out of his room where he was immediately greeted by a familiar maid.
'She was the one I ran into after having unsealed the golden coin in one of the bathrooms...' The maid greeted the main character before fetching through her pockets and pulling out a pair of cool black leather gloves.
"I'm so very sorry Young Master, I wasn't able to find the glove in time when you had asked me earlier yesterday..."
Confused, the main character knitted his brows together as he searched through his memory, 'It seems like I really did ask her to do that...'
Politely smiling, he told the maid that it was fine before taking the gloves from her and sliding them onto his hands. As he finished, a sly grin appeared on his face as he imagined how cool he looked like, 'I really DO look like a Young Master!!!'