Chapter 11: Daylight
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Chapter 11: Daylight
Sage took one last trip back through the mines, heading to the office and gathering up his belongings. There really wasnt much, but he wasnt sure how far away from home he was and needed food and water. The other, and main, reason he returned was to collect his insects. The Fire Weaver Mantis was not an insect that worked in hives or colonies so he could only keep his linked mantis within his body. The rest were kept in small cages hed made using the storage lockers along with the Spirit Jade Beetles, Fire Lizards, and centipedes hed collected over the nearly seven months he was trapped.
The Insect Cages could actually shrink the creatures held within by ten times. Their weakness was that they only worked on creatures with meager souls and were merely cages. The insects still needed feeding, supervision, and followed usual insect raising rules. He couldnt just throw all the bugs into the cage and ignore it. The insects inside would quickly eat each other. With only two cages, Sage put the Fire Weaver Mantis into one and the Fire Lizards into another. He used a pair of hollowed out Spider Abdomen as a container for Centipedes and Crickets respectively. They had covers and carrying straps made of spider silk, the centipedes to study the poison, and the crickets were his traveling rations. The Fire Weaver Mantis were cannibals, so he was going to lose at least a few, but at least one would survive, perhaps more.
After exiting the mines, Sage quickly searched the immediate area for danger before finally stopping to enjoy the fresh air.
I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Thinking of the millions of tons of rock over my head gave me nightmares.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.
The desire to just sit and enjoy being out of the cave was eventually overridden by the need to get home! He had been here nearly seven years already so hed grown quite attached to this new life. Going from a mild-mannered office worker to a child training to be a magically powered martial artist was not an easy transition but what sort of proper nerd wouldnt drool over the chance to earn some super powers! Gathering up his courage, and his belongings, Sage stood up and, with the Mantis scouting the way, started on his path back to Uncle Zhangs house. He couldnt have gone too far underground, so it shouldnt take more than a couple hours to return home.
He found himself on the edge of the Lang Clan swamps, something he learned after sending the Mantis up to get a view from above. Luckily he was just at the edge, since many of the insects in the swamp had powerful venom. He hadnt brought any of the specialized antidotes, only a weak generalized one, nor did he have any insect repellent. Sending the Mantis higher he recognized the giant fallen rock that was the front side of the Back Mine and finally got his bearings. Calling back the Mantis to stay protected, Sage started off across the moist ground and towards the lightly wooded area at the base of the mountain. He merely had to circle around this mountain and pass between a couple other mountainous hills before reaching the Clans back gate.
Uncle Zhangs house was one of the few that hadnt been thoroughly destroyed and Sage felt something warm trickle down his cheek. Bright tears falling from his eyes as he realized how much he cared for this foster Uncle of his. This loss causing him to realize his true feelings. Why hadnt he cherished their time together? Why didnt he take Uncle Zhang with him on his explorations? These and many other questions flashed through his mind, the regret welling up within him.
Wait I havent seen any bodies, maybe everyone evacuated before this happened.
Searching through the wreckage of the home, Sage couldnt find a single thing that wasnt burned up or wrecked. They werent exactly well off to begin with and the only sentimental objects Uncle Zhang had were flammable. Hed once shown Sage an inner robe that Lang Shengs father had given to him when they were children. It was meant to give him luck for one of the many competitions for ranking within the clan and that was the day Uncle Zhang broke through to Rank 3, the Sea Forming stage and became a real contributing member of the clan. All gone, Uncle Zhangs whole room was completely burned to ash, only the common room was in one piece and the adjoining altar to Lang Shengs deceased parents and other ancestors was completely gone, those offering and ancestral tablets burned to ashes. Even the iron incense holder was warped from the high heat of flames.
Taking a deep breath Sage left the place hed lived for six years, and the true home of his bodies former owner. Wiping the tears from his face, dark smudges were left on his face. Shifting through the wreckage of Uncle Zhangs house had covered his hands, along with his sleeves and pants, with ash and soot. His outer appearance looking quite pitiful now, exactly matching his inner state. He walked past the ruined homes, searching for any signs of life or clues as to what could have happened here. It wasnt until his meandering brought him around to the Clan Hall, a huge building that used to show off their power and magnificence.
He remember seeing it for the first time and marveling. It looked like a small palace. Easily four stories tall and so large that each of the two double doors was easily ten feet wide and fifteen feet tall. There was a pair of huge Mantis statues flanking either side of the forty steps that led up to the Clan Halls entrance. Now, the statues were shattered to pieces, the steps were half smashed to bits and the doors were burned to ash. The hall itself seemed to have collapsed in many places but was mostly intact structurally. The Clan Hall was built mostly of stone with a clay tile roof which meant most of the fire damage was to everything within it. The smashed up statues, stairs and roof were probably done by force. That meant this wasnt just an accidental fire, it was intentional. Taking all these sights at the front of the Clan Hall in, it wasnt until his eyes fell upon the high wall to the side of the main entrance that he finally understood.
There were characters written upon the polished stone, carved and colored nearly black within like someone had inked them. It wasnt until he reached the end of the characters that he saw where the ink had dribbled out of the carving and realized that it wasnt ink, but dried blood.
I, Jiang Hua, have destroyed the arrogant Lang Clan for the crime of killing my only Brother! Let this burned ruin stand as a example for those who commit injustice and oppress the weak! No matter your petty status, Justice will find you!
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Chapter 11: Daylight
Sage took one last trip back through the mines, heading to the office and gathering up his belongings. There really wasnt much, but he wasnt sure how far away from home he was and needed food and water. The other, and main, reason he returned was to collect his insects. The Fire Weaver Mantis was not an insect that worked in hives or colonies so he could only keep his linked mantis within his body. The rest were kept in small cages hed made using the storage lockers along with the Spirit Jade Beetles, Fire Lizards, and centipedes hed collected over the nearly seven months he was trapped.
The Insect Cages could actually shrink the creatures held within by ten times. Their weakness was that they only worked on creatures with meager souls and were merely cages. The insects still needed feeding, supervision, and followed usual insect raising rules. He couldnt just throw all the bugs into the cage and ignore it. The insects inside would quickly eat each other. With only two cages, Sage put the Fire Weaver Mantis into one and the Fire Lizards into another. He used a pair of hollowed out Spider Abdomen as a container for Centipedes and Crickets respectively. They had covers and carrying straps made of spider silk, the centipedes to study the poison, and the crickets were his traveling rations. The Fire Weaver Mantis were cannibals, so he was going to lose at least a few, but at least one would survive, perhaps more.
After exiting the mines, Sage quickly searched the immediate area for danger before finally stopping to enjoy the fresh air.
I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Thinking of the millions of tons of rock over my head gave me nightmares.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.
The desire to just sit and enjoy being out of the cave was eventually overridden by the need to get home! He had been here nearly seven years already so hed grown quite attached to this new life. Going from a mild-mannered office worker to a child training to be a magically powered martial artist was not an easy transition but what sort of proper nerd wouldnt drool over the chance to earn some super powers! Gathering up his courage, and his belongings, Sage stood up and, with the Mantis scouting the way, started on his path back to Uncle Zhangs house. He couldnt have gone too far underground, so it shouldnt take more than a couple hours to return home.
He found himself on the edge of the Lang Clan swamps, something he learned after sending the Mantis up to get a view from above. Luckily he was just at the edge, since many of the insects in the swamp had powerful venom. He hadnt brought any of the specialized antidotes, only a weak generalized one, nor did he have any insect repellent. Sending the Mantis higher he recognized the giant fallen rock that was the front side of the Back Mine and finally got his bearings. Calling back the Mantis to stay protected, Sage started off across the moist ground and towards the lightly wooded area at the base of the mountain. He merely had to circle around this mountain and pass between a couple other mountainous hills before reaching the Clans back gate.
Uncle Zhangs house was one of the few that hadnt been thoroughly destroyed and Sage felt something warm trickle down his cheek. Bright tears falling from his eyes as he realized how much he cared for this foster Uncle of his. This loss causing him to realize his true feelings. Why hadnt he cherished their time together? Why didnt he take Uncle Zhang with him on his explorations? These and many other questions flashed through his mind, the regret welling up within him.
Wait I havent seen any bodies, maybe everyone evacuated before this happened.
Searching through the wreckage of the home, Sage couldnt find a single thing that wasnt burned up or wrecked. They werent exactly well off to begin with and the only sentimental objects Uncle Zhang had were flammable. Hed once shown Sage an inner robe that Lang Shengs father had given to him when they were children. It was meant to give him luck for one of the many competitions for ranking within the clan and that was the day Uncle Zhang broke through to Rank 3, the Sea Forming stage and became a real contributing member of the clan. All gone, Uncle Zhangs whole room was completely burned to ash, only the common room was in one piece and the adjoining altar to Lang Shengs deceased parents and other ancestors was completely gone, those offering and ancestral tablets burned to ashes. Even the iron incense holder was warped from the high heat of flames.
Taking a deep breath Sage left the place hed lived for six years, and the true home of his bodies former owner. Wiping the tears from his face, dark smudges were left on his face. Shifting through the wreckage of Uncle Zhangs house had covered his hands, along with his sleeves and pants, with ash and soot. His outer appearance looking quite pitiful now, exactly matching his inner state. He walked past the ruined homes, searching for any signs of life or clues as to what could have happened here. It wasnt until his meandering brought him around to the Clan Hall, a huge building that used to show off their power and magnificence.
He remember seeing it for the first time and marveling. It looked like a small palace. Easily four stories tall and so large that each of the two double doors was easily ten feet wide and fifteen feet tall. There was a pair of huge Mantis statues flanking either side of the forty steps that led up to the Clan Halls entrance. Now, the statues were shattered to pieces, the steps were half smashed to bits and the doors were burned to ash. The hall itself seemed to have collapsed in many places but was mostly intact structurally. The Clan Hall was built mostly of stone with a clay tile roof which meant most of the fire damage was to everything within it. The smashed up statues, stairs and roof were probably done by force. That meant this wasnt just an accidental fire, it was intentional. Taking all these sights at the front of the Clan Hall in, it wasnt until his eyes fell upon the high wall to the side of the main entrance that he finally understood.
There were characters written upon the polished stone, carved and colored nearly black within like someone had inked them. It wasnt until he reached the end of the characters that he saw where the ink had dribbled out of the carving and realized that it wasnt ink, but dried blood.
I, Jiang Hua, have destroyed the arrogant Lang Clan for the crime of killing my only Brother! Let this burned ruin stand as a example for those who commit injustice and oppress the weak! No matter your petty status, Justice will find you!
Chapter 11: DaylightSage took one last trip back through the mines, heading to the office and gathering up his belongings. There really wasnt much, but he wasnt sure how far away from home he was and needed food and water. The other, and main, reason he returned was to collect his insects. The Fire Weaver Mantis was not an insect that worked in hives or colonies so he could only keep his linked mantis within his body. The rest were kept in small cages hed made using the storage lockers along with the Spirit Jade Beetles, Fire Lizards, and centipedes hed collected over the nearly seven months he was trapped. The Insect Cages could actually shrink the creatures held within by ten times. Their weakness was that they only worked on creatures with meager souls and were merely cages. The insects still needed feeding, supervision, and followed usual insect raising rules. He couldnt just throw all the bugs into the cage and ignore it. The insects inside would quickly eat each other. With only two cages, Sage put the Fire Weaver Mantis into one and the Fire Lizards into another. He used a pair of hollowed out Spider Abdomen as a container for Centipedes and Crickets respectively. They had covers and carrying straps made of spider silk, the centipedes to study the poison, and the crickets were his traveling rations. The Fire Weaver Mantis were cannibals, so he was going to lose at least a few, but at least one would survive, perhaps more. After exiting the mines, Sage quickly searched the immediate area for danger before finally stopping to enjoy the fresh air.I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Thinking of the millions of tons of rock over my head gave me nightmares.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.The desire to just sit and enjoy being out of the cave was eventually overridden by the need to get home! He had been here nearly seven years already so hed grown quite attached to this new life. Going from a mild-mannered office worker to a child training to be a magically powered martial artist was not an easy transition but what sort of proper nerd wouldnt drool over the chance to earn some super powers! Gathering up his courage, and his belongings, Sage stood up and, with the Mantis scouting the way, started on his path back to Uncle Zhangs house. He couldnt have gone too far underground, so it shouldnt take more than a couple hours to return home.He found himself on the edge of the Lang Clan swamps, something he learned after sending the Mantis up to get a view from above. Luckily he was just at the edge, since many of the insects in the swamp had powerful venom. He hadnt brought any of the specialized antidotes, only a weak generalized one, nor did he have any insect repellent. Sending the Mantis higher he recognized the giant fallen rock that was the front side of the Back Mine and finally got his bearings. Calling back the Mantis to stay protected, Sage started off across the moist ground and towards the lightly wooded area at the base of the mountain. He merely had to circle around this mountain and pass between a couple other mountainous hills before reaching the Clans back gate.Uncle Zhangs house was one of the few that hadnt been thoroughly destroyed and Sage felt something warm trickle down his cheek. Bright tears falling from his eyes as he realized how much he cared for this foster Uncle of his. This loss causing him to realize his true feelings. Why hadnt he cherished their time together? Why didnt he take Uncle Zhang with him on his explorations? These and many other questions flashed through his mind, the regret welling up within him. Wait I havent seen any bodies, maybe everyone evacuated before this happened.Searching through the wreckage of the home, Sage couldnt find a single thing that wasnt burned up or wrecked. They werent exactly well off to begin with and the only sentimental objects Uncle Zhang had were flammable. Hed once shown Sage an inner robe that Lang Shengs father had given to him when they were children. It was meant to give him luck for one of the many competitions for ranking within the clan and that was the day Uncle Zhang broke through to Rank 3, the Sea Forming stage and became a real contributing member of the clan. All gone, Uncle Zhangs whole room was completely burned to ash, only the common room was in one piece and the adjoining altar to Lang Shengs deceased parents and other ancestors was completely gone, those offering and ancestral tablets burned to ashes. Even the iron incense holder was warped from the high heat of flames. Taking a deep breath Sage left the place hed lived for six years, and the true home of his bodies former owner. Wiping the tears from his face, dark smudges were left on his face. Shifting through the wreckage of Uncle Zhangs house had covered his hands, along with his sleeves and pants, with ash and soot. His outer appearance looking quite pitiful now, exactly matching his inner state. He walked past the ruined homes, searching for any signs of life or clues as to what could have happened here. It wasnt until his meandering brought him around to the Clan Hall, a huge building that used to show off their power and magnificence. He remember seeing it for the first time and marveling. It looked like a small palace. Easily four stories tall and so large that each of the two double doors was easily ten feet wide and fifteen feet tall. There was a pair of huge Mantis statues flanking either side of the forty steps that led up to the Clan Halls entrance. Now, the statues were shattered to pieces, the steps were half smashed to bits and the doors were burned to ash. The hall itself seemed to have collapsed in many places but was mostly intact structurally. The Clan Hall was built mostly of stone with a clay tile roof which meant most of the fire damage was to everything within it. The smashed up statues, stairs and roof were probably done by force. That meant this wasnt just an accidental fire, it was intentional. Taking all these sights at the front of the Clan Hall in, it wasnt until his eyes fell upon the high wall to the side of the main entrance that he finally understood. There were characters written upon the polished stone, carved and colored nearly black within like someone had inked them. It wasnt until he reached the end of the characters that he saw where the ink had dribbled out of the carving and realized that it wasnt ink, but dried blood.I, Jiang Hua, have destroyed the arrogant Lang Clan for the crime of killing my only Brother! Let this burned ruin stand as a example for those who commit injustice and oppress the weak! No matter your petty status, Justice will find you!
