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Chapter 10 - king of the desert

the Lorain empire one of the greatest powerhouses of the continent. though having a claim to part of the central forests where the hero summoning ritual was heald. it's capital lies within the deserts upon the coast of the northern stretch of the continent. upon the heros request he was taken to the capital a three day journey from where he first began his second hero career. Tochi understood his predicament well and hastily took charge of the group much to the supprise of the mages who expected to summon a newbie who they would have to painstakingly train to become a hero. along their journey they encountered a pack of grey wolves attacking the group of mages. while he had his previous stats reset to nothing as he was brought as a new hero he was granted quite useful skills.

he was granted the sss Rank skill mastery of forms allowing him to learn all elements of magic and quickly become a master at any wepon. without trouble he struck down one of the wolves himself impressing the mages at his skill so soon after his summoning. unlike the other's who once they killed the monster simply nothing happened. instead tiny white particles flew out of the wolf twinkling like stars as a notification rang out in his mind.

[150 exp earned. level up]

suddenly he felt a sudden burst in power as if he could destroy anything. his stats increased and he took a look at his new status.

[Tochi Kiada]

[level: 2]

[class: Ancient hero]

[title:n/a]

[health: 200/200]

[strength:7]

[aggility:5]

[Toughness:5]

[Intelligence:6]

[luck 7]

[Skills: SSS-mastery of forms, SSS- limitless ascension,SSS-returnees influence, •¤@%•¿?]

He smiled for his status had increased by leaps and bounds he may of lost his previous strength but with these op skills he was sure to surpass his former self. as the monsters were slain the mages looked in awe at the floating particles around the hero. "So the legends are true... the hero really can become stronger by killing monsters." the young mage muttered under his breath for the pepole of this world were confined. stuck on the path of magic and training, forced to hone their bodies day and night to aquire strength while the hero with a swing of his blade claimed in power by leaps and bounds by simply cutting down his foes. left in awe they continued their departure to the capital of the Lorain empire. They progressed smoothly without any more delays arriving at the capital by nightfall.

after a quick rest to recoup their energy and stuff their bellys full of food and mead Tochi was brought to the castle. the cold stone bricks of the outer walls gave way to vibrant gardens full of exotic flowers and trees. a much unusual sight in the deserts of the Lorian empire, the air hummed with life around him with the whisper's of the leaves reaching his ears. it was a calming sound that brought a touch of nostalgia to his face remembering the gardens and fields of his homeland. he walked forward with renewed vigor hisatched paces echoing through the halls as his feet tread upon the velvet lined floors of the main hall. for some distance the mages escorted their hero through the halls of the palace till the group arrived at 2 gigantic doors lying before them. gilded with gold and silver they made an elaborate depiction of some long forgotten past. a tale of a bringer of light rising above the desert plains to banish the darkness of the world. an elegant tale of harmony and bloodshed that explained some right the king had to rule these lands. with a light knock upon the door it suddenly parted open slightly, a deep voice called out from the other side." Come on in."

it was short but the message was understood, Tochi pushed the door open and walked into the grand throneroom. sat along the walls were nobles of all manner of dress, covered in bright clothes they watched in bated breath this so called hero that was brought to save them. at the end of the hall sat utop a raised platform outlined by a massive window of stained glass. the imaculate shards letting in the lights of the rising sun, casting a shadow about the king while threatening to blind those who stared directly at him.

with a swift motion Tochi quickly donned a kneeling stance with one knee raised and his left arm placed behind his back. his posture was rusty but such elegant manners quickly raised the opinions of the gathered nobles. they soon chattered amongst themselves with honey coated words.

"hmm ohh he knows his place"

"outstanding I though he would be a pesant brat"

"his dress looks well kept aswell"

"phh bah he's just a poser for a high scocity."

"this brat will mop up our problems no?"

their idle chatter was spotted by Tochi but he did nothing to spark their displeasure, he was here to collect funds and wring these dirt bags for every last penny. with a sudden raise of his hand the entire throne room quieted down as the king rose from his gilded throne. his words were cold and domineering as a eclipse blocking out the sun and oppressing everyone in its shadow."Rise boy." He almost spat but continued "why do you seek my counsel, I am the king and a mere shrimp that was summoned naught 3 days ago has the audacity to ask of me!?" the king spoke harshly for he was not a nice or kind man. he was shaped by the dunes of eternal sand and like his pepole was hardened by the beating sun and Waugh through countless conflict. he hated such a waste of time such as this.

"king I understand that your time is highly valuable" Tochi's words were spoke though a massive of smiles and deceit like the rest in this room. his face plastered with a pleasant facade from ear to ear." I understand my intrusion but I must ask of assistance, do you expect me to be able to properly progress without proper aide from the kingdom that has summoned me?" Tochi spoke reasonably most pepole would wish for some assistance in saving the world would they not? but the king had other ideas, this meeting was not planned he simply intended on summoning a hero and setting him free to solve their problems.

"nonsense" the king belted out with a hearty laugh having to sit back down in his throne" why you should be a jester! I have given you an entire battalion of some of our finest mages to protect and see to your development what more could you want!" his laughter took hold and the other nobles seated there also saw the kings side agreeing and belting out hearty laughs of their own at the "hero's" ludicrous words.

Tochi took a deep breath and spoke calmly " you expect us to fend for ourselves? funding an such are essential for travel, how can we feed ourselves with not the money to eat or find lodging!" he looked like he was on the brekimg point but inside he was dead calm. this was a cold and calculated ploy by our psychotic hero.he spoke in a low tone like a mutter under his breath but he ensured it was loud enough to be heard" for kidnappers your pretty reasonable.. selfish nobles should of expected such." his words caught the ears of everyone present some more hot headed aristocrats wanting to tear him limb from limb being held back by the others.

the king was taken aback by the lads sudden outburst he had more fire than the king of the sands expected." oh this mere boy thinks us as lowly scum huh foolish incolence!" he slammed his fist into the side of his armrest, a faint craking as spiderweb cracks spread over the surface." you have no rights to demand I as your king have ordered you to go so you must stop these demons!" the kings face was bubbling with rage but he held it back with a calm face upon its surface.

Tochi's facade suddenly drooped, his calm face showing through with a veiled madness In his eyes" when did I say you were my king?" his words were calm but their intent was highly diffrent. the whole crowd was shocked taken aback by the boys words.

"YOU DARE!" the kings rage finally bubbled over the top and he sharply stood up his finger pointing at the hero like an axe of death. suddenly countless armored guards stepped forward wepons drawn at Tochi. he on the other hand was deadly calm, he naught even flinched at the deadly wepond drawn at his throat.