[Ascendance: The Journey to Type 7. Ch_002]
Wavesong Union
CITY : Tidespire
After a long journey from Radiant Shoals, Kael, Elara, and Caelan arrived in Tidespire,
a bustling city known for its vibrant marketplaces and treacherous alleys.
The air was thick with the salty scent of the ocean, mingled with the cries
of street vendors hawking their wares. However, a shadow lurked beneath
the surface—the scum of the noble class.
As they navigated the winding streets, they were confronted by a group of noble brutes, clad in extravagant clothing with arrogance radiating from them. One, a tall man with a crooked smile, stepped forward.
Noble Scum: "Look at this ragtag bunch! What do you want, beggars?
Shouldn't you be cleaning the streets instead of strolling around in Tidespire?"
Elara: [clenching her fists] "We're not here to entertain you. Move aside."
Noble Scum: [laughing] "Oh, the little guardian thinks she can talk back.
How cute!" He turned to his companions, "Let's show them what happens to
those who don't know their place!"
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned two noble fighters, both muscled and skilled,
who stepped forward menacingly. Kael felt his heart race. He glanced at Elara, who nodded, encouraging him.
Kael: [determined] "Let's show them they picked the wrong fight!"
The clash was brutal; fists flew, and the sound of bone meeting bone echoed in the alleyway.
Kael focused, channeling his fear into strength. Each punch he threw felt more powerful,
and with each hit, he felt a surge of energy coursing through him.
Noble Fighter 1: [panting] "How is this kid so strong?"
Noble Fighter 2: "It's not just strength; h-he's… growing stronger with each blow!"
Kael landed a decisive hit, sending one fighter sprawling to the ground.
With newfound confidence, he advanced on the second.
Kael: [breathless, but firm] "You don't know anything about strength.
It's not about nobility or blood; it's about rising up against the likes of you!"
With a final, powerful punch, he knocked the second fighter out cold. The noble scum,
realizing they were outmatched, retreated, their arrogance shattered.
As Kael stood victorious, he felt something shift within him—a realization that fueled his ambition.
[Message Popped Up on System]
[Levelled UP]
[Level: 2 - Power: 22, Intelligence: 24, Stamina: 23, Durability: 25, Tactics: 21]
[Special Effect : Blessing of ******** ******]
Kael: "I can grow stronger with each blow. is this the effect of the Blessing !?"
After the confrontation, Kael, Elara, and Caelan continued deeper into Tidespire,
eventually arriving at the Wavesong Union's slums. The stench of decay mixed with
the brine of the nearby ocean, and the dilapidated buildings loomed overhead like dark giants.
Elara: [looking around with a heavy heart] "I didn't expect it to be this bad.
Are we sure this is safe for you, Kael?"
Kael: [trying to reassure her] "I've faced worse.
As long as we stick together, we'll be okay."
Caelan: [nodding] "We need to find a place to stay.
It's crucial we blend in, at least until we get our bearings."
They trudged through narrow alleys, dodging stray animals and
suspicious glances from other residents. Eventually, they found a modest,
cramped apartment that could serve as their new home. It was far from ideal,
with peeling walls and creaky floors, but it was a roof over their heads.
Kael: [sighing, dropping his bag] "Well, here we are. Home sweet home."
Elara: [forcing a smile] "At least it's better than nothing. We'll make it work."
As days turned into weeks, Kael immersed himself in the culture of the slums.
He often ventured out to watch street fights, absorbing techniques and strategies.
One evening, as he returned home, he spotted a group of kids playing in the dirt.
Kael: [smiling softly] "What are you playing?"
Kid A: [grinning] "It's a battle! You want to join? But you gotta lose that arm of yours!"
Kael glanced at his artificial arm, a mix of pride and sadness washing over him.
Kael: [chuckling] "You think this arm holds me back? I'll show you how wrong you are!"
The kids watched in awe as Kael demonstrated some basic combat moves,
his spirit igniting their imaginations. Elara observed from the doorway,
her heart swelling with pride.
Elara: [to Caelan] "He's finding his place here. It's good for him."
Caelan: [smiling] "He'll learn the ways of the street,
but we must ensure he doesn't lose sight of who he is."
After a week kael Realizes, he Needs to Find a work to support His Aunt and Uncle
Walking past stalls filled with strange fruits and dubious meats, Kael's eyes were
drawn to a large sign that read, "Labor Wanted: Strong Arms and Strong Minds."
He approached the booth, where a burly man with a scraggly beard sat, looking over a clipboard.
Kael: [trying to sound confident] "I'm looking for work. What do you need?"
Burly Man: [eyeing him skeptically] "You look a bit soft, kid. This isn't a place
for the weak. We haul cargo from the docks. It's grueling work—long hours,
no pay until the end of the week."
Kael: [gritting his teeth] "I can handle it. I've done my share of fighting;
I can lift things, too."
The burly man raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.
Burly Man: "Fine. You'll be lifting crates and barrels all day. If you can survive
the first day, we'll talk pay. If not, don't bother coming back."
Kael accepted the challenge, determined to prove himself. He followed the man to the
docks, where the heat was oppressive, and the scent of salt mingled with sweat and fish.
The workers bustled around, unloading massive crates from ships, their muscles straining under the weight.
Worker 1: [noticing Kael] "You the new kid? Hope you're ready to work! This isn't a game."
Kael: [smirking] "I'm ready for anything."
As the day progressed, Kael found himself hauling heavy crates, his muscles burning and
his breath coming in ragged gasps. Each time he bent to lift, he felt the weight not just
of the cargo but of his ambition—to rise above the hardships.
Worker 2: [watching him struggle] "You've got guts, kid. Most would quit after an hour."
Kael: [wiping sweat from his brow] "I'm not here to quit. I'm here to survive."
As the sun began to set, Kael's body ached, but a fire ignited within him. He felt stronger
with each lift, the strain of the work sharpening his focus and determination.
Despite the exhaustion, his thoughts became clearer, and strategies for future fights danced in his mind.
That evening, as the day wound down and the workers gathered their
meager earnings, the burly man approached Kael.
Burly Man: [grudgingly impressed] "You actually made it through the day.
Not bad, kid. You'll earn your keep if you keep this up."
Kael: [nodding] "I will. This is just the beginning."
Burly Man: "Good. Show up tomorrow, and we'll see if you can handle more."
Kael returned to the apartment feeling exhausted yet fulfilled. He had found not
just a job but a way to forge his strength and intelligence amidst the chaos of slum life.
Elara: [concerned but proud] "How was your first day?"
Kael: [smiling, though weary] "Tough, but I survived. I can feel myself growing stronger."
Caelan: [grinning] "Just don't forget us little people when you become a champion."
As they settled in for the night, Kael knew that the challenges ahead
would only make him stronger, both in body and mind.
Five Years Have Passed Without anything Major Going On.
The hustle and bustle of Tidespire had become a part of Kael's life.
Now at the age of Nineteen, he was known as a fierce contender in underground fighting rings,
with a level 2 and a reputation that spread like wildfire. His fighting style had evolved,
blending intelligence with brute strength.
One evening, while resting at a local tavern, a cloaked figure approached him.
Cloaked Figure: "Kael Ashvale, I presume? Word travels fast in Tidespire.
I have a proposition for you."
Kael: [raising an eyebrow] "And who might you be?"
Cloaked Figure: "An associate of the Stellar Syndicate—an organization dealing in the
smuggling of battleships and advanced spacecraft. We've seen your fights,
and we believe you have potential."
Kael leaned in, intrigued yet cautious.
Kael: "What's in it for me?"
Cloaked Figure: "Power, knowledge, and a chance to rise above the petty
squabbles of this city. Join us, and you could command your destiny."
Kael exchanged a glance with Elara and Caelan, who sat nearby, concerned.
Elara: [whispering] "Be careful, Kael. They're known for treachery."
Caelan: "But this could be your chance to secure a future, Kael. We trust your judgment."
Taking a deep breath, Kael nodded.
Kael: "I'll consider your offer. But understand this:
if you cross me or my family, you'll regret it."
The cloaked figure smirked, sensing the fire in Kael's spirit.
Cloaked Figure: "Very well. We'll be in touch."
As the figure melted into the crowd, Kael felt a mix of excitement and trepidation.
He was on the brink of a new journey, one that could lead him to unimaginable power—or danger.
An Then...
A Urgent Message Popped up in his System
[Beware, an E*********n is Hostile towards You]
{Alias, "Beware, A Deity is Hostile Towards You"}
TO BE CONTINUED.