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"Doesn't that mean that warriors are overpowered?"
Arlo was speechless.
Sure mages had innate talents that would continue to improve as they advance in their cultivation.
However, compared to warriors, it was nothing. Imagine if you could summon a strong warrior to fight for you from the very start of your journey, you would breeze through all the opponents in your path effortlessly.
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Arlo was surprised. This was the first time the artifact spirit laughed. Even though it was just a chuckle, it was still impactful.
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Before Arlo could reply, the artifact spirit continued.
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"I understand."
The artifact spirit continued with his explanation.
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Arlo's eyes lit up upon hearing such a thing.
He was suddenly filled with expectations.
> The artifact spirit exaggeratedly let out a breath as if he had consumed all his energy.
"That is all?" Arlo was surprised. Shouldn't there be more? It couldn't be that that was all the knowledge a cultivator must know…right?
> It replied as if guessing his thought.
> Arlo affirmed. He might be a little kid, however, he still knew that sometimes 'knowledge is not truly power'.
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"Excuse me?" Arlo quickly interrupted the artifact spirit.
> The artifact spirit grumbled.
He didn't like getting interrupted.
"What do I call you?"
The artifact spirit was stunned at first.
"It is a mouthful to keep calling you artifact spirit. There is another reason Arlo didn't say.
'Isn't the author benefitting by using artifact spirit to fill the word count?'
However, he didn't dare to say it as he might suddenly be abandoned as the MC.
No, he didn't dare!
The artifact spirit reasoned for a moment and thought that the young boy had a point.
After a few moments of silence, he suddenly thought of those milf ladies he missed so badly and laughed lewdly.
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'Huh? What is wrong with this old fool?' Arlo thought silently.
> He paused for the climax.
"Old bro!" Arlo was stunned at first before he exclaimed with an evil smile.
'Huh?'
'Old bro?'
'Was he kicked in the head by a donkey?'
A series of thoughts flashed through the artifact spirit's mind. Nonetheless, he was sure of one thing.
He was royally fucked!
…..
Arlo could be found sitting at the center of the room in a crossed-leg position.
At this point, Arlo had already started to adapt to the absence of light, so he was barely affected.
His eyes were tightly shut as he thought of what old bro told him.
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With that thought in mind, Arlo furrowed his brows as he willed the surrounding ki into his body.
After a few minutes, he felt every fiber of his body become full of Ki, however, he still continued to absorb more Ki.
A minute later, he finally felt like he had absorbed 120% more ki than his body could hold, yet he gritted his teeth and tried to absorb more.
However, no matter how much he tried, all the ki he tried to absorb escaped his body as there was no more space left for them to occupy.
He tried compressing the Ki further, however, every time he tried, he failed and the only result it brought were painful groans that escaped from his lips.
His skin started cracking in several areas, with blood leaking out of them.
Knowing that he was at his absolute limit, he finally relented and focused his entire mind on concentrating all the absorbed Ki to his right arm.
"AAAAAAAAH!"
A heart-wrenching scream escaped Arlo's mouth.
A vibrant whitish smoke surrounded the stump of his right arm, and he could feel that the speed at which it was regenerating has at least quickened by five times.
He didn't get to experience the joy of regenerating at such a monstrous pace for long, as the pain he felt was simply too unbearable and he passed out.
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About an hour later.
*Knock Knock*
A light knocking sound could be heard.
Receiving no response, the door was gently opened.
A disheveled Joe stumbled into the room, his face pale white and his lips purple.
However, when he saw Arlo passed out on the floor, he didn't know where the energy suddenly came from but his steps quickened as he quickly made his way over to him.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
Just when he was about to lift him up, he saw Arlo's right arm and he was stunned on the spot, his hands still outstretched.
'What happened?'
'Why is his right arm missing?'
Joe's mind was thrown into chaos.
Even though he was only ten years old, after the past few weeks, Joe's mind wasn't as simple as a child's.
He didn't know why, but he feel the reason why Arlo was in such a state was related to him.
A myriad of emotions flashed in his eyes.
Pain, frustration, anger, and finally guilt.
He bit his lower lip until it drew blood and all the emotions welling up within him disappeared as if they never existed.
All that was left in his eyes was resolve.
A burning resolve!
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Arlo's eyelashes quivered before they snapped open.
Looking at the pitch-black darkness around him, his eyes got misty.
'It wasn't a dream.'
He wished it was all a dream.
He just wanted to go home.
He longed to see his mum's face and tell his dad he loves him. He always had.
However, after a few seconds, he collected himself, his gaze back to its masterful calm.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on that flickering light in his mind.
An invisible spiritual wave surged out of his head, covering a five meters radius with him at the center.
He found his room till the same.
Empty!
Except he was on the bed, and not the floor.
Wondering how he got into bed, a knocking sound came from the door before it was abruptly opened.
Arlo quickly sat up and even though he felt a searing pain across his body, he gritted his teeth and endured it.
He couldn't tell who entered the room as his divine sense was too small to cover the entire room.
He didn't have to think for long though as a cold elderly woman's voice echoed in the room.
"Time for your chores."
'It is that old maid from before.' Arlo relaxed his nerve.
Honestly, he was a little afraid it was the previous kids that were here for revenge.
The old maid didn't seem to want to enter the room as she stood before the opened door and continued.
"You have only two duties.
"Clean the castle and feed the bloodhounds.
"Once you are through, you return back to your room immediately and don't loiter around."
At the end of her speech, her words were laced with threats.
She turned around to leave before she stopped once more.
"Oh! You can wash in the room next door. There is already a change of clothes provided for you. As for what you will eat, I advise you to get them in the nearest city when you go to buy the hounds will eat. Here! You will need this," said the old maid as she threw a token at Arlo.
However since Arlo couldn't see, he wasn't able to react until the token entered the range of his divine sense.
By then it was already too late, as the token smacked him on the head with a dull thud sound.
A trickle of blood slid down Arlo's face, however, he didn't make any sound.
The woman displeased, harrumphed before she closed the door.
Before the door closed completely, her faint voice drifted into the room, "The bloodhounds are located in the basement."
Arlo took a deep breath.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't angry, however, there was nothing he could do about it.
He was in a foreign world.
And he was too weak.
Wiping the blood off his face, he looked at his right arm, and a small smile unconsciously lit his face.
Even though there was no noticeable change, he could feel his right arm has regenerated by a lot.
His eyes flashed with resolve, and a plan immediately began to be formed in his mind.
'I will clean the castle, feed the whatever hounds, and spend the rest of my time training.
'I refuse to stay this way for long.
'Just wait for me!'
A fiery anger flashed past his eyes.
*****
Almost 2000 words.
Thanks to all those that are following this novel.
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"Doesn't that mean that warriors are overpowered?"
Arlo was speechless.
Sure mages had innate talents that would continue to improve as they advance in their cultivation.
However, compared to warriors, it was nothing. Imagine if you could summon a strong warrior to fight for you from the very start of your journey, you would breeze through all the opponents in your path effortlessly.
>
Arlo was surprised. This was the first time the artifact spirit laughed. Even though it was just a chuckle, it was still impactful.
>
Before Arlo could reply, the artifact spirit continued.
>
"I understand."
The artifact spirit continued with his explanation.
>
Arlo's eyes lit up upon hearing such a thing.
He was suddenly filled with expectations.
> The artifact spirit exaggeratedly let out a breath as if he had consumed all his energy.
"That is all?" Arlo was surprised. Shouldn't there be more? It couldn't be that that was all the knowledge a cultivator must know…right?
> It replied as if guessing his thought.
> Arlo affirmed. He might be a little kid, however, he still knew that sometimes 'knowledge is not truly power'.
>
"Excuse me?" Arlo quickly interrupted the artifact spirit.
> The artifact spirit grumbled.
He didn't like getting interrupted.
"What do I call you?"
The artifact spirit was stunned at first.
"It is a mouthful to keep calling you artifact spirit. There is another reason Arlo didn't say.
'Isn't the author benefitting by using artifact spirit to fill the word count?'
However, he didn't dare to say it as he might suddenly be abandoned as the MC.
No, he didn't dare!
The artifact spirit reasoned for a moment and thought that the young boy had a point.
After a few moments of silence, he suddenly thought of those milf ladies he missed so badly and laughed lewdly.
>
'Huh? What is wrong with this old fool?' Arlo thought silently.
> He paused for the climax.
"Old bro!" Arlo was stunned at first before he exclaimed with an evil smile.
'Huh?'
'Old bro?'
'Was he kicked in the head by a donkey?'
A series of thoughts flashed through the artifact spirit's mind. Nonetheless, he was sure of one thing.
He was royally fucked!
…..
Arlo could be found sitting at the center of the room in a crossed-leg position.
At this point, Arlo had already started to adapt to the absence of light, so he was barely affected.
His eyes were tightly shut as he thought of what old bro told him.
>
>
>
>
With that thought in mind, Arlo furrowed his brows as he willed the surrounding ki into his body.
After a few minutes, he felt every fiber of his body become full of Ki, however, he still continued to absorb more Ki.
A minute later, he finally felt like he had absorbed 120% more ki than his body could hold, yet he gritted his teeth and tried to absorb more.
However, no matter how much he tried, all the ki he tried to absorb escaped his body as there was no more space left for them to occupy.
He tried compressing the Ki further, however, every time he tried, he failed and the only result it brought were painful groans that escaped from his lips.
His skin started cracking in several areas, with blood leaking out of them.
Knowing that he was at his absolute limit, he finally relented and focused his entire mind on concentrating all the absorbed Ki to his right arm.
"AAAAAAAAH!"
A heart-wrenching scream escaped Arlo's mouth.
A vibrant whitish smoke surrounded the stump of his right arm, and he could feel that the speed at which it was regenerating has at least quickened by five times.
He didn't get to experience the joy of regenerating at such a monstrous pace for long, as the pain he felt was simply too unbearable and he passed out.
…..
About an hour later.
*Knock Knock*
A light knocking sound could be heard.
Receiving no response, the door was gently opened.
A disheveled Joe stumbled into the room, his face pale white and his lips purple.
However, when he saw Arlo passed out on the floor, he didn't know where the energy suddenly came from but his steps quickened as he quickly made his way over to him.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
Just when he was about to lift him up, he saw Arlo's right arm and he was stunned on the spot, his hands still outstretched.
'What happened?'
'Why is his right arm missing?'
Joe's mind was thrown into chaos.
Even though he was only ten years old, after the past few weeks, Joe's mind wasn't as simple as a child's.
He didn't know why, but he feel the reason why Arlo was in such a state was related to him.
A myriad of emotions flashed in his eyes.
Pain, frustration, anger, and finally guilt.
He bit his lower lip until it drew blood and all the emotions welling up within him disappeared as if they never existed.
All that was left in his eyes was resolve.
A burning resolve!
…..
Arlo's eyelashes quivered before they snapped open.
Looking at the pitch-black darkness around him, his eyes got misty.
'It wasn't a dream.'
He wished it was all a dream.
He just wanted to go home.
He longed to see his mum's face and tell his dad he loves him. He always had.
However, after a few seconds, he collected himself, his gaze back to its masterful calm.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on that flickering light in his mind.
An invisible spiritual wave surged out of his head, covering a five meters radius with him at the center.
He found his room till the same.
Empty!
Except he was on the bed, and not the floor.
Wondering how he got into bed, a knocking sound came from the door before it was abruptly opened.
Arlo quickly sat up and even though he felt a searing pain across his body, he gritted his teeth and endured it.
He couldn't tell who entered the room as his divine sense was too small to cover the entire room.
He didn't have to think for long though as a cold elderly woman's voice echoed in the room.
"Time for your chores."
'It is that old maid from before.' Arlo relaxed his nerve.
Honestly, he was a little afraid it was the previous kids that were here for revenge.
The old maid didn't seem to want to enter the room as she stood before the opened door and continued.
"You have only two duties.
"Clean the castle and feed the bloodhounds.
"Once you are through, you return back to your room immediately and don't loiter around."
At the end of her speech, her words were laced with threats.
She turned around to leave before she stopped once more.
"Oh! You can wash in the room next door. There is already a change of clothes provided for you. As for what you will eat, I advise you to get them in the nearest city when you go to buy the hounds will eat. Here! You will need this," said the old maid as she threw a token at Arlo.
However since Arlo couldn't see, he wasn't able to react until the token entered the range of his divine sense.
By then it was already too late, as the token smacked him on the head with a dull thud sound.
A trickle of blood slid down Arlo's face, however, he didn't make any sound.
The woman displeased, harrumphed before she closed the door.
Before the door closed completely, her faint voice drifted into the room, "The bloodhounds are located in the basement."
Arlo took a deep breath.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't angry, however, there was nothing he could do about it.
He was in a foreign world.
And he was too weak.
Wiping the blood off his face, he looked at his right arm, and a small smile unconsciously lit his face.
Even though there was no noticeable change, he could feel his right arm has regenerated by a lot.
His eyes flashed with resolve, and a plan immediately began to be formed in his mind.
'I will clean the castle, feed the whatever hounds, and spend the rest of my time training.
'I refuse to stay this way for long.
'Just wait for me!'
A fiery anger flashed past his eyes.
*****
Almost 2000 words.
Thanks to all those that are following this novel.
