Chrove's flesh was scooped; the distortion felt like a heavenly punishment, and he had no time to retort.
Despite having his body torn, his face twisted from visible excitement. He wasn't a masochist; rather, he found an inexplicable thrill in the mysteries ahead.
Time passed, and though his wounds had only at best been sealed, his face still paled after losing a considerable amount of blood and expending a vast amount of energy.
'I should take shelter and recuperate, but first, I'll get rid of this aura of mine.'
Pwssshh—
The wind blew as though washing the darkness that engulfed his body.
His unfathomably deep dark eyes flickered as he dispelled the rampant aura.
'I had quite the gains.'
Chrove is very satisfied with his 'starting pack' in this new world that he's on.
Despite having only awakened, he felt that his future would not be bleak.
He now has plenty of trump cards.
First, with two Revival Insignia ingrained on his hand, he could return to life at his peak condition, even if his body was reduced to a bloody mess, burned to disintegrate.
As long as a flesh stays still, as long as a single plump of flesh remains, he will survive. This, however, expends his lifespan more or less depending on the situation.
Second, he obtained 'insight'. It allows him to vaguely feel people with great luck and talent. It also improves his understanding of various things allowing him to gain better knowledge quicker.
Third, his body obtained regeneration ability. Although inferior to healing means, his body's regeneration is enough to help him seal his wound which was caused by the distortion of space which seemed to swallow everything.
Overall, he's obtained far more benefits than losses. Comparing the two would be like a mountain and a tree.
"Should I start a sect? It should be interesting to have people I control..."
He spoke aloofly, his voice carried by the breeze. He recalled a memory from a distant past; something he had long forgotten.
...
"Master, I will do it!"
A young man's voice was full of resolution, with a smile on his face, brimming with righteousness.
"Good disciple. You must know that you are the only one who can do this. As my disciple, you carry my will. Master will be waiting for you."
The voice was soft and comforting, its warmth touched the young man's heart. He swore to his heart that if he were to find the one who poisoned his master, he would punish them on the spot.
"All I have to do is request help from Shi clan... Yet what is this bad feeling."
The young man felt some hesitation creep in, worry engulfing his thoughts. Eventually, he shook his head. "I will be back quickly, master." He bowed deeply before starting pacing towards the direction of the middle mountain.
...
Sigh...
Chrove let out a turbid breath of air, he quickly recollected his thoughts and started to organize his gains as well as his losses.
Despite being in the midst of nowhere, he felt very collected. It was due to his vast experience of almost being on the battlefield. However, despite the calmness on his face, his thoughts were colliding at a terrifying speed.
'I must find a shelter before nightfall.'
It was sure to have various beasts, especially in a mountain this big. After the commotion, the beast tide, there are bound to be existences that lurk within the darkness bothered, thus leaving their place.
Chrove, however, despite the awareness, chose to follow the trail of flood 'he' created swiftly and in secrecy.
The wood branches turned fragile with his steps, he carried the scent of death, causing misery upon those in an enclosure.
Time passed quickly, he heard loud tunes of voice, it was the sound of wails, like the mournful cries of the abandoned lamb.
The figure was a young man, carrying a jade carving that seemed to have broken into debris.
His cries were miserable.
He seemed to have become twisted after the despair for his wails were mixed with laughter and cries.
The sorrow of his voice seems to echo through the air, causing more and more beasts to flee as his melodic maniacal laughs and cries reverberate throughout the whole center.
'What a terrifying talent and luck...'
The beasts, rather than coming at the clearly exposed boy in the middle, fled in terror.
It was a rare sight- beasts running from a young man. On the other hand, it was a very interesting sight for Chrove.
He wants to see what this young man will do, but if things were to go south, he would go save the boy, it would be such a waste of a good seed.
'This is getting interesting.'