《A Life's Journey》Chapter 4.1 - Remnants of The Past
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Two years have past from the first duel between Aster and Johan, in these two years a lot of things happened. But the most relevant of those things was that Kiel evolved into a Iron Monkey Monk.
A iron monkey normaly is the most common evolution that a monkey may have, the major change between before and after the evolution is the skin, where it becomes as hard as iron. It was as if it was always wearing a heavy armor in all it's body, becoming a foe almost impossible to defeat disarmed.
The biggest weakness of this kind of monkey are fire attacks, as its entire body is made of metal, and suggestive attack, because of the poor mental development of the normal monkeys. But the later weakness is almost voided by a monkey monk.
Monks, no matter the race, always have a superior mental resilience than the others of said race. Kiel normally would evolve only into a iron monkey but because of the uncountable quantity of hours spent by him meditating in efforts to suppress the demon allowed him to take this path.
One of the most notable differences from before was that his skin, which was brown before, now have a metallic hue and the veritable different in weight he now was heavy enough to be used as a training weigh for Aster.
Another new feature of the evolution was that Kiel did not need to meditate for all day anymore, only a couple of hours at the most. Now he use the time before used for meditation for train his aura and fight instincts by fighting with Rayssa.
Another thing that happened in these years was that Rayssa was trying to teach Aster how to hunt something in the wild but much to her chagrin Aster had a poor talent in that. He can hide himself surprisingly well but wherever he tries to advance he was always heard by the target but today something different happened.
Aster was following a lone wolf for almost one hour, the wolf was not a great target, it was smaller than the average wolf by about a third and it was skinnier than the others. This haggard wolf should have been to weak for the pack and was kicked out by the former pack mates.
Seeking a opportunity to ambush the Wolf for one hour has been tiring for Aster but after all that time he finally thought something that may help him. The Wolf was wandering through the forest in search of any kind of prey to feed itself.
After having a hard day yesterday without getting anything the Wolf finally found a good target, a snow white bunny with red eyes. If the Wolf was in a good condition, or just not starving, he would have noticed that while there was a bunny before him, it was very different from a normal one.
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To begin, the bunny did not move even after noticing its natural hunter arriving it just remained frozen on the same place not even breathing. But if it was just that the Wolf may even be forgiven, but the bunny did not have scent, there was any kind of smell coming from the bunny.
To not notice this kind of glaring flaw was why it was abandoned by its kin, it was too stupid to continue on the pack.
But the Wolf knew none of that, when it saw the bunny it was overjoyed. Already having starved by almost two days a bunny was a blessing to it. Not even trying to ambush the bunny the wolf sprinted in the direction of the bunny with all that the speed it's meager legs could provide. But alas, when the wolf finally put its fangs on the neck of the static bunny the passed through it like there was nothing here.
The wolf was shocked to the core, unable to understand what happened here something that it was fated to never understand as a spear made it's way to the neck of the wolf, killing it instantly and splashing blood to the surroundings.
The bunny was in truth only a Illusion made by Aster's light magic, after two years of training Aster understood the light enough to make a rough deflection of light to make it look like a bunny. If the target was anything more intelligent than that Wolf it would not fall for that, even a normal wolf would had noticed.
Using a combination of his dark magic to conceal himself on a shadow near the Illusion and light magic to distract the wolf Aster successfully completed his first kill, even if it was a lone, starved, weak, defected and useless wolf.
His first kill, Aster felt proud of his first successful hunt. He was ready to call his mother when something different from the expected happened, he felt a foreign object enter inside his chest when a strange light flashed through his eyes making him loose his conscience.
When he awakened he was in a rock forest the gray rocks are all taller than a thousand meters and almost all of them had a kind of scar running through their bodies. The rocks are thick enough that at least five big men would be needed to hug one of them, but the place was not closed because there was more than fifty meters from one to another.
Looking around Aster though about what may had happened to him, to his surprise when he though about that, he head a voice calling from behind him, " You don't need to worry, this place is of no danger to you. "
When he found the origin of the voice he was startled, what he found was a middle aged man. But that man was not like the middle aged men of his village, thos one had his chest bare of anything but the scars that crowded his body, overlapping each others. The scars coupled with the fur shorts and tribal tattoos an his arms, made him look like a warrior of times earlier than the history.
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While Aster was observing the man, the man was appraising Aster with critical eyes as if trying to look through his skin. After some time exchanging glances, the man finally said, " Good, if it's you it should be alright. Maybe you'll make good use of the artifact. " He said his words while nodding his head.
Aster, who still did not understood what happened, asked, " Where I am? Who are you? What hap- " But before he could ask he was silenced by the pressure emanating from the man.
Calm like a the water of a pound, the man said, " We are inside the artifact mentioned and I'm one of the makers of the said artifact..." Reaching at this point the man stopped and shook his head, " No, I'm a memory fragment of the maker. My only purpose was guide the users in how to use it.
The artifact itself was made using the body of a demon Lord of the gluttony variant, the kind that absorb the abilities of it's preys, and together with a sample of a chimeric abomination we made a artifact that can steal the very race of a monster. "At this point the pressure emanating from the man already stopped but Aster was too fixed on the tale of the man to stop him. He knew that various kinds of artifacts existed in the continent, even more so in the Central Plains but he never thought that he would have one so close at him and one so exquisite at that.
" The complete artifact can hold up to eight races on the total and fuse they all together when the user choose so. While the artifact can hold eight looks like your body can only hold seven, which is a good number.
On the past when we made the artifact only one of the ten users could hold eight, two hold seven and the rest are below five. But that didn't mean that they wasted the power of the artifact, they passed the remaining power of the artifact to beasts linked to them by blood, you should do the same.
The artifact may grant you extreme power, but never forget one thing, there are other four of these artifacts lost in the world. Some may be lost or broken, others may already be in use and growing but the danger is still here." After enclosing his lecture the fierce glint on the man's eyes changed to a gentle one and he asked, "Any questions? We have a time limit."
Aster was amazed by the story but that only mean that he was even more concentrated on it and the moment that he was asked for doubts he used the active properties of the gift, aiming for a more objective points of view. He had a lot of questions but he thought that the more pressing are the ones about the growth of the artifact, " Any tips on the races or evolutions? How do I choose a race?"
The man grinned, in the past no one ever made him this question even if he was one of the makers, the one how should have known more about the artifact, " In the past the makers always debated about how to best use the Genesis Wheel but in the end it was always a fight between two sides. One side thought that the best use was picking only similar kinds of monster like a hydra, a leviathan and a wyrn to make one supreme race of that genre.I thought that such idea was foolish and wasted the potential of the Wheel.
The other side thought that only by picking up the best parts of different kinds of monsters would've give origin to the supreme race. Just think about it, if a monster had the regeneration of a troll, the anti magic of a werewolf and the battle sense of a heroic war beast won't that be invincible?
But this is my opinion, there are a fee things that all of us acknowledged as essential. The first being the need of a shapeshifter because what you can became at the final fusion may not always have the appearance that you desired. The second being that you should pick all the races quickly, this way you have a better growth potential and lastly, you should have a clear mental image before trying to evolve. The evolutions are very affected by your mind because..."
While the man spoke the space surrounding them started to fade away, soon there was only Aster and the man. At the end of his incomplete speech even the body of the man started to wave as if it was made of mist, before fading away too.
Aster saw a flash again and this time when he opened his eyes he was in the same place as before, with a dead wolf at his feet and a bloody spear at his hands. Intuitively he looked at his chest only to see that it was unchanged
What really changed was his necklace, before it was like a metallic and rainbow colored circle with lines dividing it in eight pieces. Now one of these pieces disappeared and there was only a empty spot between the dividing lines.
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