Aisrin spent 3 more years with Trilla. His new name, thanks to his PSI glitch, was Sin. Without his mark, he was considered a free person and was allowed to walk the streets. Of course, he avoided the western district, also known as the slavery district.
He had leveled up and created many new magic skills. He even acquired new weapons, armor and he learned enchantments. Trilla had been correct, combining different affinities and leveling them up, had significantly boosted the leveling process.
He even leveled up what he already knew. He gained numerous skills and title buffs. There was only one skill he hadn't tried or tested, and it only appeared when the mark was removed. Summoner.
Name: Sin Age: 21
Job: No Set Job. Title: Combination
(10 Jobs Available) Mage+7more
Lv: 389 EXP to next Lv up: 4.87 Billion
HP: 98572/98572 MP: 391072/391072
STR: 554 VIT: 557
AGT: 550 INT: 529
SEN: 507
Pre-Existing Skills:
Magic Swordsman Lv 350
>Ethereal Swordsman Lv 204
Mage Lv 496
>Shadow Elemental Mage Lv 488
>Void Elemental Mage Lv 471
>Master Elemental Mage Lv 466
>Summoner Lv 1
Swordsman Lv 349
Updated Skills:
Dagger wielding Lv 507
Silent Strike Lv 239
Shadow Stalk Lv 355
Void Storage Lv 476- 470 square meters available. 6 square meters used.
Bloodlust Lv Max
Aquired Skills:
Fire Bolt Lv 500: Charged Fire magic compounded into a ball and shot like a bolt. AOE- up to 1000m. Devestative power. Can charge upto twenty bolts at once. A single Bolt AOE - 50m
Limit Break Lv 377: Double all stats for ten hours. Awakens all primal instincts for increased reaction time. Use- once every two days.
Takeover Lv 205: Become the Shadow Lord for three hours. Use- Once a week.
Lightning Clad Lv 707: Don the lightning spirits cloak for high speed and impenetrable defense. AGT +274.
Wind Blade Lv 428: With mana gathered in the user's weapon strike with a Sprites breath to slice the enemy. Distance effective upto 870 feet. Width of upto 70 feet.
Sneak Lv Max: Become the background, impossible to detect with low sense.
Observe Lv Max: See all the information of opponents and objects.)
All of his new skills got sub categorized. Though they would be considered Aquited skills. He gotten used to saying the skill out loud, but he still hated it. With all his accomplishments achieved, goals reached, he kneeled before Trilla for the last time as her servant.
"You've been a lovely subject Aisrin, or should I say Sin? I'd like to ask you to stay, but, I know that you only wish to return. So instead, I'll just impart to you a congratulations on becoming overwhelmingly strong in such a short time, and a farewell. Try not to stand out though." Trilla warned with a smile.
Aisrin had grown quite a bit. His height close to six foot. His body had been especially toned, not body builder big, rather he had gained back a similar physique as when he was a soldier. Aisrins hair had gained back the dark black color, but the red was permanently lost, and now pink was all that remained.
His constant use of Limit Break and Takeover had permanently changed his eye color to red. His facial features had grown sharp and more masculine. Everywhere he went in the Imperial City of Faust gained him many lust filled gazes from men and women alike.His hair was long and neatly tied back in the fashion popular in the Empire.
"It's been an experience Mistress Trilla." Aisrin replied putting his right hand over his left pectoral and slightly bowing.
"I've arranged for your transport. You'll arrive at the Port City of Dremalis. You'll be free to do as you wish from there. This is the last of what I can do for you. Farewell Aisrin. i wish you safe travels. You are dismissed, thank you for your services." Trilla dismissed Aisrin. Aisrun stood and left the mansion he had spent five years in.
***
The journey back to the United Continents was arduous. He spent his time masquerading as a sailor, the arrangement made by Trilla. He had zero experience in it, but quickly picked it up. When the ship made port in Dremalis, Aisrin departed quickly and vanished into the city itself.
He had dressed himself in black. His duel daggers and hand and a half sword adorned his waist. The cloak had a good, which he happily donned. His goal was to travel through Fargas to get to Bordertown and then to Bloodrend. Hoping to reunite with his family that he hadn't seen in nearly six years.
The journey would take at least four months, so he took on random mercenary jobs that would lead him there. His four month journey was full of excitement. Monsters had become far more rampant in the Human Continent, as well as magic beasts.
He dispatched them with ease, but not so much that he'd been figured out Trilla had given him a gift in the form of a silver ring, inscribed with the small remaining amount of silver fox blood, that hid his level , giving him the false level of 45. It also made it easier to get jobs, afterall anyone above level 80 typically did adventuring work. Mercenaries typically never rose above level 60. So he could easily pass as a mercenary. It was his most treasured gift.
Border town had changed significantly. The walls were bigger and reinforced. The base of the walls were lined with sharpened logs, and ramparts had been added. There were even more heavily armed guards. The checkpoints had increased in security and were far more detailed.
When Aisrin looked around him at the town, it should have reminded him of his first feat as a hero. But, instead, he saw his face plastered all over, with the words 'Faux Hero' and 'Traitor' written all over. Obviously, no one recognized him now, and the posters were worn and old. Fading.
'Doesn't matter, the good things one does that people actually seen. All that matters, is that one bad thing people spread around. It's TRUE in any world.'
Aisrin shook his head and continued through to Bloodrend. He passed through the desolate villages, massacred by the Lycans. The houses had fallen apart and long overgrown by vegetation.
He stopped under a tree, a pile of stones laid next to it. The grass and weeds trying to make even it disappear. Aisrin stated glumly at the rocks, and began clearing the grass and weeds until the rocks were clearly visible.
"Its been awhile, Verenia. I wish I could have visited sooner... Are you well?" Aisrin smiled sadly and spent the night under the lone tree. He set out early the next morning.
"I promise to visit again." Aisrin promised just before he left. His journey changed direction as he headed for Dorstend. He was getting antsy as he got closer to being able to see his parents and siblings.
When he did get there, he was met by a crumbled house overgrown with vegetation, and the words 'Traitors' 'Demon Trash' and 'Die!' painted all over. Aisrin burst inside, but found nothing. He searched ever nook and cranny, but there was noone left, but it seemed as if everything was left behind.
Panic began to set in, but before he could totally go into the panic, he heard footsteps approaching outside, and he ran back out, relief spreading through him. He burst outside, and startled a familiar old man.
"Ah, c-can I help you sir?" The old man asked.
"Abrahm?" Aisrin recognized the old butler. The old man blinked a few times, but when Aisrin removed his hood, shock and then tears began to flood the man's face.
"Young Master! It's so good to see you alive!" Abrahm cried as he fell to his knees. He held flowers in his hands.
"Abrahm, where is everyone?" Aisrin immediately asked. Abrahm looked up at Aisrin. A grim look on his face.
"Its been six years Aisrin... You don't know?" Abrahm remarked.
"No, I've been in the Empire's clutches for six years." Aisrin shook his head.
"Follow me." Abrahm stood up and motioned for Aisrin to follow him to the back area. Aisrin did so and followed. The back was fairly maintained, but only in a small area. Aisrin stopped, dread filled him. In the middle of that area, were four well kept graves.
"They were taken into custody by the King and his soldiers. Tortured for information. Ultimately, they were executed in town, by the very people who they called friends. All because they refused to believe you were a traitorous murderer. Master Itsysu, Mistress Ily, young Hari and even little Adue.
I was out of town when it happened... I came back to there corpses hung and gutted above the main gates, like some trophies to be proudly shown. I come here every month to place fresh flowers and keep the area clean. I'm so sorry Aisrin." Abrahm told the story with tears overflowing.
Aisrin dropped to his knees. Tears began to fall uncontrollably and Aisrin cried. He cried for hours, but soon that sadness faded and a burning hatred replaced it. Abrahm stayed by his side, attempting to comfort him.
"Go home Abrahm. Your service has been most appreciated and your company cherished. I'll take things from here." Aisrin stood up, wiped the tears away and walked towards the town.
Abrahm stood at the houses front entrance and watched Aisrin. The old man felt pain and sorrow for Aisrin. He continued to watch the retreating Back of the young lad. Aisrin stopped and put his hands up into the air.
"Burn in Hell you fucking cunts. Fire Bolt!" Aisrin charged all twenty bolts and let it rain down on the town of Dorstend. Screaming erupted from the town but Aisrin didn't stop, he perfectly erased Dorstend from the map. Alm that remained was a chared crater, and silent screams that wailed in the wind.
Abrahm sat, smiling.