The sky lord smashed things in the center control room of his spaceship, he went about throwing his legs and smashing tal desks in frustration.
"Damn it! Damn that bastard! Arghh!!"
The soldiers tentatively stayed on one side, ready to carry the next thing he throws or better still catch it.
The sky lord leaned on a half destroyed table, his shoulders heaving. He looked to his side–towards the window of the ship as it flew farther away.
"Who is that bastard..."
"I said who is thar crazy bastard!!!" He bellowed, raised the entire desk, easily separating it from the tallic floor of the ship and smashing it through one of his soldiers.
The other quickly straightened themselves. Beneath those silver helt, their faces trembled with streams of sweat.
None of them could respond to him. It was not like they knew whom he was talking about. Even they had never t this bastard he spoke of.
They could only stand and tremble as their lord threw a tantrum.
The sky lord bit his lip and slowly his appearance began to to recede, his skin slowly peeling into a pale rough surface.
The sky lord pald his face and breathed a heavy sigh.
"Unalok!"
One of the soldiers bent the knee imdiately, his armor was different from the rest and he had no helt on. His lean fra was adorned by a black wet hair cascading down the neck of his black steel armor.
"Yes my lord!" He responded with urgency.
"Put a call through to the hunter for ."
His eyes widened.
"My lord!"
The sky lord stopped him with a raise of his index finger.
"Stop, do not say anything. I don’t need you to say anything. Put a call through... that’s all I asked."
The said soldier... Unalok lowered his head, biting his lip. Then rose up and entered a chamber.
The sky lord folded his arms and walked to the center desk of the spaceship where two futuristic state of the art pilot seats hovered.
A confusing panel of control sprawled all over in front of the chairs, curving to the corners of the spaceship even.
A while later a wling voice resounded in the spaceship.
"Huh... what is this? You contacted first?"
The sky lord frowned. He shut his eyes tight and opened, swallowing the sha.
"I had no choice..."
"Ohhhhh....ooooooohhhhhhaaaaaaa hahaaaaaaa hhhhaaaaaaaa..."
The creepy laughter didn’t stop until after a few minutes. The sky lord had to endure it painfully.
"Alright, alright. I’ll be serious now. What made you call ..."
"When last did you taste the blood of a player?"
The voice grew silent for a couple of seconds, and sounded with a delicate mix of carefulness and seriousness.
"Huh? What do you an?"
The sky lord smiled wickedly.
"I’m sure you of all people should know that there was a world announcent about a new player."
The voice imdiately retorted with so much interest, all the carefulness from before totally disappearing:
"Uhh?!! Seriously, is this about that player?!!! Froggy do you have sothing for ?!"
The sky lord scowled towards the roof of the spaceship.
"You will not call that!"
"Alright Alright. Co on, just tell ... do you have information on him? I’ve been dying to cut his skin to pieces since the announcent."
"Of course... I have information on him... and I will return it to you for free, I just need you to do sothing for ."
The voice did not respond until after three or four seconds.
"You are a very sneaky personage. You must be trying to play into sothing again... oh well, not like I care... just tell already."
The sky lord curled up a corner of his lips and uttered:
"Promise to recover an item from him."
"An item?... what item?"
The sky lord looked away.
"You better talk before I change my mind."
He bit down on his lips with a tight frown, fighting the need to have to say it.
But he was all too familiar with the owner of this voice. The sky lord knew he’d be playing a losing ga if he decided not to tell.
Now that the player hunter had heard of this new player, he was sure he’d do anything to hunt him down.
"The soul armor."
The voice gasped.
"You don’t an it. The one created by Cephas."
The sky lord sighed and scoffed.
"I don’t know what to be more shocked at, the fact that you recognized it just by na or the fact that you can call such a powerful existence like the crafter by his na."
"Well, I don’t care about the rules. It’s not like he gets involved in matters anyways."
"You are right. His armants are enough trouble for the convolution of worlds."
The sky lord smiled and looked up.
"Now that you know about it. Can I trust you to help bring it back safely."
"After you share with everything about this new player. How did you et him? How are you so sure he is the new player?"
The sky lord began to pace as he responded to the voice.
"Well, for starters. He didn’t recognize ..."
The voice sounded shocked.
"Wait! He didn’t recognize you?"
"At all. He didn’t even know I was a ranker..."
"I see... so he is indeed new." The voice sounded with palpable glee.
"He is the leader of the soulless group. And I want you to be careful... that guy. I’m only suspecting but he might be a ruler."
"Huh?"
"There was a familiar stench on him... if you’ve t that dragon slayer you’ll know what I’m talking about."
"Heeyyyy, that hobbit?!"
"Like you can say to his face."
"Let’s not make this conversation about him. Hmm, so you think they have sothing in common?"
Silence reigned for a while. Then the voice sounded with a creepy sweetness.
"I see... I seeeeeeee... this is going to be fun. If I can end him before he starts to get scary... it’d be so much fun killing him. Oh my God, I can’t wait!! Thank you so much! Oh simitra! I feel so happy!"
The sky lord lowered his grotesque face and smiled. He knew this information was going to please the crazy player hunter who saw no better joy in killing players.
Well, those who could be killed by him.
He might seem senseless in more than one way but he was a very smart hunter. He knew those to hunt and those to never hunt.
The sky lord didn’t really care about all other things. He just wanted his soul armor back.
He clenched his hands and gritted his teeth as he thought about it again.
’That bastard. I’ll be sure to make his life a living hell’
—
Raith sneezed. He absentmindedly rubbed his nose while listening to what Othorman was saying.
"We could accept her into our ranks..."
Raith intruded.
"I’m sorry I’ll have to stop you right there. Accept who into where?"
"...into our ranks?"
Raith shook his head in refusal.
"No, no, that can’t happen oatmilk."
"Oatmilk?"
"Just take it okay?"
Othorman bowed his head obediently.
Raith looked at him for a while and looked outside; they were currently inside the main building, with only the bounty hunting cohort, Hans and Theta–deliberating on what to do with the young lady outside.
"See, it’s a very bad decision to make. Accepting your enemy into your rank just like that. I was like you once Oatal, I trust a primordial because he gave amazing powers. But he was rely using ! I don’t know if I’ll be able to trust again."
He sighed.
"I’m sorry for making this about . What I’m trying to say is, for soone as strong as you... your heart’s too kind, too soft and it’ll only get broken."
Othorman smiled.
"I have lived over five centuries, does the master think I’ve not had it worse?"
Raith kept quiet and stared at him with scrunched up eyes.
"All the more reason why I am quite disappointed oatmilk, did you seriously live for over five hundred years with that fragile heart of yours?"
Othorman’s smile grew even more radiant, curling on both parts of his lips. His voice crawled out with sincerity.
"It does not matter, kindness is of my nature. I couldn’t be otherwise even if I wanted to."
Raith raised his brows, suddenly scenes of Othorman plumting the valkyrie replayed in his head.
"For so reason what you just said sounded very disturbing to ."
Othorman inquired:
"Disturbing how?"
Raith shook his head.
"Nevermind. We are not going to accept her into our ranks no matter what you say, what if she goes on to betray us and snitch to the sky lord later?"
Jackal affird Raith’s words:
"That is right!"
"But we can always deal with that... we can’t watch an elegant warrior such as her suffer in the wilderness?"
Raith looked at him with his arms folded.
’Did he fall in love with her during the battle? I’m not good with this love but I guess I gotta give it a chance? Which female do I even have around ?’
Raith thought deeply for a while, who he could point out that it was more than just casualness with him.
He shook his head, no one ca to mind.
’Since I don’t have a love life, let’s not ruin Oatmilk’s’
"Fine. She can stay... but you’ll take full responsibility for her."
Othorman placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head.
"Thank you for your graciousness."
Raith sprang up, clapping.
"Let’s get ready, everyone. We have a hell to visit!"
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