It was as if the whole world had collapsed on his head, he didn't even dare to breathe, his forehead was wet with sweat. He looked up while his whole body was shaking. The only thing he expected. The cold shadow of the moonlight was above his head. A second later, his shoulder was touched, and after that a burning wave penetrated his body, a wave that almost caused him to fall to the ground. At this moment, he could not feel anything except the sound of his heartbeat. Many facts were revealed to him, each time he got a bad wound from them, but that was the end of it. A blow that brings his soul to the brink of destruction.
The young woman, who thought she was a monster of the forest, now became known to her not only as a monster, but as a hidden dragon, the whole castle, all the students and people living in it, it could be said that it all belonged to her. A sect where even a foreign disciple was considered more than enough to finish his work. His mind was falling apart, should he kneel down and ask for mercy? Why did he feel proud once? Just an apology and that solved all his problems. Did he consider himself invincible because he evolved?
What nonsense, it was only caution and prudence that caused his survival, how could he also forget an important principle? Courage and pride make the foundations of stupidity!
His knees went weak, he wanted to let go of all his pride. The pressure on his body was increasing every moment! Taking his life did not benefit the woman. Or maybe he had? His prestige as a leader was being questioned. But! But no one knew. How did it affect him?
All these conflicting thoughts had hit him at the same time, he opened his lips, he should have done something before it was too late. At least he was talking. Absolute silence made him even heavier and more tense.
He swallowed the water in his throat, the sound echoed in the hall, his face became spectacular, completely scared. This result showed authority and power. What he aspired to achieve. Maybe if, if a little more time...
Vain thoughts were of no use, he stammered. His voice does not come out. He wanted to, but the pressure coming from Mehtab did not allow him to speak.
In the next second, all the pressure disappeared as if nothing was there in the first place. His body lightened, but he was surprised by the side and fell to the ground ridiculously.
The sound of his body falling on the ground, followed by small giggles that could be heard from Mehtab, broke the silence. The young woman was laughing quietly while covering her lips with one hand, it was really an attractive scene for her and it could be considered as an investment or filling in advance, she had a lot of work to do. It was a pity, but he had to part with his hobby.
He moved towards Ryan as he laughed, the boy squirming on the floor like a cowed mouse. Mehtab, however, was more and more amused and continued this movement. Finally, Ryan's body stopped by hitting a shelf, he felt the sound of glass falling and crashing above his head, he raised his hands and closed his eyelids unconsciously. A second later, but nothing happened, he saw the glass in the young woman's hand, before moving towards her again, he turned to the old man and said:
"I will take this glass too!"
The old man did not say anything, his hands were folded under his head and he was enjoying the show.
Closer, and closer still, Ryan had nowhere to run, closing his eyes once more. And then he heard a sound that tickled his ears and then his whole body was touched.
"Don't be afraid little boy. You're more fun than I want to hurt you! »
He said these things and then left the hall. Ryan took a deep breath. Finally, this nightmare was over.
It took him a while to calm himself down, he glanced at the moon sign, the number 49 was hacked above it, he took the white uniform of the foreign students from the old man and respectfully ran away.
......
Some time later, he was standing in front of a stone house and looking at the number above it. The letters were carved on the stone and indicated the number 49.
"I finally found it!"
He went ahead and opened the door of the house, the sound of the door scraping along with the dust and cobwebs marked a bad entrance for him. The inside of the house was not as impressive as its exterior appearance, if the threads that decorated it all around were taken into account, it had nothing special except for a small bed in the corner of the room and a closet.
It didn't matter much, there were more important things to attend to now. When Mehtab touched his shoulder, he was sure that something had changed in him. He felt it but didn't know what. His gaze shone on one of the ancient runes, that was it!
Artifact: [Space Bag] Level: [H]
Feature: It has a large dimensional space. ]
Even though the explanations were few, it was not a proof that these concepts were worthless, something that was needed most of all. Various emotions were flowing in his mind. Happiness, gratitude and luck. He didn't know how to describe it. He focused his mind on it: just like all the stories he had read, but still it did not stop him from thinking about its impossibility.
A dark space whose end was not clear. Items were seen everywhere, several animal corpses. A bag of golden coins with a figure of a graceful woman with a delicate crown, perhaps the queen? He didn't know and he didn't care. Some food and water, a dagger and long sword at the same level, and items he had no knowledge of. He could not digest all this, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. It was crazy. All the things he needed. Maybe he should have looked at the woman like a mountain of treasures like an old man. He nodded, he owed Moonlight. It was immutable.
Religion had to be paid.
"You ask the merciful devil!"
He put the bag aside and took out a navy book from his pocket. He lay down on the bed. The dust greeted him and he coughed several times.
"Damn this house! »
He was not unappreciated, but still not in good shape. There were many things he did not know. He flipped the book and started reading.
About a week ago, disaster struck, all because of a bored immortal demon. Even in this world, the levels of power differed from one section to another. The mortal world he lived in consisted of several continents. With all kinds of different races that each lived in one part of it, humans, demons, elves, dwarves and even animals that were at higher levels of intelligence were perfect.
The Moonlight Sect was located in the southernmost part of the human continent, the overall power of the people here was the lowest, however, there were different countries in it, each of which formed a line of defense against the other species.
The central part contained the strongest humans, to the extent that its queen was an entire A-level human who ruled the entire continent.
There was no particular place for earthlings to be transported, each one was seen somewhere. Forests, cults, even in devils' castles, and this made him less hopeful for his family's survival. Tears streamed down his face, but that didn't stop him. He turned the pages one by one, all kinds of techniques. All kinds of skills and even structures either had a spiritual connection or were created by hands like the ones he had seen in the ring. The most interesting case was the restoration of spiritual artifacts in the space of the soul.
Finally, he reached the goods section, the price of each beast corpse, as he already knew, was fully recorded. Their claws, teeth and meat were used. There was even a chance of being a core in some. With almost 100 times the price of a beast and also with the same percentage chance of finding it, it was a profitable deal for hunters. The night passed in silence and Ryan fell asleep without realizing it.