Shadow Sect – Eastern Nightmare Lands
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"It's ti to return."
I rose from where I sat, stepping into the vast arena.
The mont I reached its center, I stopped, running a hand through my now-long hair.
"But… where exactly am I supposed to return to?"
Hmmm…
I started pacing in circles, only to stop again.
"Help out here, Balerion… where should we go?"
Speaking to the sword bound to my hand, I stood there like a madman, talking to myself.
"Still as shy as ever, huh? Refusing to answer , as usual."
Hmmmm ♪ Hmm hmm hmm ♪ Hmmm ♪
I humd, trying to recall a tune I used to love, struggling not to lose the lody.
"Stay quiet, Balerion. I'm trying to focus here."
I stepped right, then left.
"Shall we dance? Yes, let's!"
With sudden enthusiasm, I moved wildly, my body swaying as I tapped my feet against the cold ground.
"Dance with , Balerion! Let's dance!"
I cradled my sword gently as if it were a beautiful woman, twirling and spinning with it.
"Haha, yes! Just like that… That's why I love you, Balerion."
Each swing of my sword unleashed waves of dark energy.
Had anyone been watching, they would have been left speechless.
After all, my movents were swift—too swift.
One second, I was here; the next, I was over there. Dark aura surged around as I danced, my form weaving in and out like a living shadow celebrating its existence.
At last, I stopped at the center, leaving fresh scars on the ground.
"That was amazing! Well done, Balerion."
I patted my beloved sword, savoring its cold touch.
Just then, a figure erged at the other end of the arena—a towering statue wielding a massive sword.
Clad in pitch-black armor, its face was hidden behind a grinning mask.
It stood motionless, staring at .
A grin spread across my own face in response.
"Smaaaailey! You're here!"
I approached him in an exaggerated, playful manner.
"Is it ti already, Smiley?"
I called him that because of the permanent smile on his mask.
My steps quickened, leaving only afterimages behind.
In the blink of an eye, I materialized before Smiley like a phantom, swinging Balerion with relentless force.
He intercepted the strike with his colossal sword, sending shockwaves rippling through the arena
But I didn't stop.
Still airborne, descending slowly, I struck once, twice—dozens of tis. Each slash carved arcs of black energy into the air, carrying an overwhelming force.
Each ti our swords t, violent gusts erupted around us.
When my feet finally touched the ground, Smiley and I were caught in a whirlwind of clashing steel.
I attacked, and he parried—his speed matching mine with terrifying precision.
Smiley countered, but my enhanced Falcon Eye saw everything.
Black clashed against black, darkness against darkness.
Then, in a single instant, the battle was over.
Smiley's final strike sent hurtling across the arena.
Hundreds of exchanges—within just one minute.
"Ugh… That hurt."
I pushed myself up, brushing the dust off.
"You're still absurdly strong, Smiley."
But Smiley didn't answer.
Instead, he stepped back as another figure erged.
"Ooooh, you want a turn too, Sad?"
Another armored statue—similar to Smiley, but his mask bore a sorrowful expression.
That's why I called him Sad.
He approached, wielding a massive spear.
"Hold on a second, let match your expression."
I exaggerated a sorrowful face, twisting my features in mock despair.
Had anyone been watching, they would have laughed at how ridiculous I looked.
At last, wearing a perfectly lancholic expression, I stood before Sad.
"Shall we begin? I feel like crying."
Sad lunged forward, thrusting his colossal spear.
It was a single attack—yet, for so reason, I saw dozens of spears descending toward .
"Phantom Steps."
Using my improved Phantom Steps, I moved like a specter, weaving between the strikes.
Balerion beca enshrouded in dark energy, forming a blazing black aura.
With a single swing, I unleashed a wave of darkness toward Sad.
But he spun his spear like a fan, dispersing my attack effortlessly.
Anticipating this, I appeared behind him, striking with a barrage of rapid blows.
Like falling teors, my slashes rained down on him.
In a split second, Sad thrust his spear backward with inhuman speed, deflecting every single attack.
I laughed.
"Do you have eyes in the back of your head or sothing?"
Shrouding myself in darkness, I launched forward.
"Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow: Black teor!"
Sad lifted his head to see a streak of black light plumting toward him.
With a powerful stomp, he cracked the earth beneath him.
I heard the shriek of tal as his spear shot toward at an impossible speed.
Our weapons clashed, sending tremors through the arena.
But within monts, his overwhelming strength broke through, sending flying into a distant wall.
And just like that, Sad left the arena.
I groaned as I got back up.
"What? Already? But the fun was just getting started~"
"Hey! Smiley! Sad! Co back!"
Despite my calls, the statues ignored , vanishing into the shadows.
"Tch, and here I thought we were getting closer."
With a sigh, I left the arena as well.
I wandered the vast sect, sotis humming, sotis singing… sotis walking in silence.
Eventually, I arrived at the building I had claid as my ho.
Inside, it was empty.
Just a tattered cloth in the corner that served as my bed, and a single laptop resting atop a massive rock I used as a desk.
I booted up the laptop, now containing a third folder—titled My moirs.
Sitting down, I began reading through my past entries.
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Day One
Tonight is my first night in the sect. I've found both the Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow and Balerion, the Black dread, but mastering them will take ti.
Day Two
I've earned a ton of achievent points—can you believe it?
Apparently, quests were being issued constantly as I wandered through the Nightmare Lands.
I completed most of them without even realizing it, earning myself a small fortune. Pretty great, huh?
Day Ten
I've morized most of Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow and have begun practicing it.
It's even harder than I thought…
Day Fifteen
Father, Mother… I still think of you every second.
You are the fire that keeps going.
If you ever read this one day, just know—I love you both.
Day 20
I spent so of my hard-earned Achievent Points from missions to upgrade my skills to Rank A.
Now, Hawk's Eye grants perfect night vision and even slows down ti slightly when I'm under attack.
anwhile, Ghost Steps has turned into a literal phantom—my speed more than doubles, making vanish the mont I move.
I'm getting stronger… but it cost 2,000 damn points.
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Day 40
The deeper I imrse myself in Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow, the more strange visions plague .
Sothing new has also appeared in my status:
Shadow Adaptation: 0/7
What the hell is this?
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Day 60
The statues have returned.
They co once a day, beat senseless, then leave.
What the hell do they want?
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Day 80
I've barely been able to keep track of ti… If it weren't for Ada's supplies, I might've starved to death by now.
I tried leaving, but the statues blocked my way.
I guess I'm not ready yet.
I finally uncovered the secret behind SSS-Rank Aura, and it was no joke.
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Day 100
Balerion and I have beco the best of friends.
He's always by my side, clinging to .
Isn't that wonderful?
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Day 120
Sotis, I wonder…
Which son of a bitch threw into this world?
I swear, I want to shove Balerion up his ass.
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Day 140
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
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Day 300
I've fully mastered Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow, but I still can't unleash its full potential—because I'm still too weak.
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Day 365
"Oh… so it's been a year, huh?"
I pressed a finger to my temple, tapping my skull lightly.
The wild gleam in my eyes gradually faded into sothing calr.
"And just like that… I'm back."
At so point, I realized that if I kept living like this, I'd lose my mind.
So before that could happen… I made myself crazy on purpose.
It was the only way to survive. And it worked.
I created a ntal switch in my head—one that lets revert to my normal self whenever I "press" it.
Though, considering all of this is happening in my mind, I have to question my sanity.
Maybe I've already lost it.
I glanced at the Status Window on my laptop.
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