Shadow Slave

His words hung in silence. The Sleepers looked at Sunny with a hilarious assortment of emotions, ranging from bewilderment to shock. The young man with humorous eyes just smiled politely.

To be honest, getting an Ascended Aspect during the First Nightmare was extremely rare. He was certainly someone special, maybe even outstanding. Actually, despite their apparent differences, the young man somehow reminded Sunny of Hero… Auro of the Nine.

There was a special type of calculating coldness hidden deep inside their eyes. He had encountered such people before, mostly among the veterans of various street gangs in the outskirts.

They simply called this type of coldness “murder math”. Basically, it was a habit experienced fighters developed — no matter where they were and what mood they were in, there was always a sober part of their minds constantly calculating the most efficient way of killing the person in front of them, just in case such need arises.

‘Ugh. Why do I have to antagonize someone like that, of all people?’

But Sunny really had no grounds to complain. After all, he brought this on himself.

After a few seconds, one of the young man’s companions finally blinked and said:

“Uh… friend, you must not know a lot about the Spell. Caster’s results are truly remarkable.”

Then, with a furtive glance at the remarkable Caster, he added:

“He is a Legacy, after all.”

An actual, living and breathing descendent of an Awakened clan? Sunny reevaluated his opinion of the humorous young man. Legacies were known to be trained for their eventual entrance into the Spell from the moment they could walk. For them, being infected was a certainty instead of a possibility.

They were extremely formidable people.

‘Just great!’ he thought bitterly and made his frown deepen.

“Are you trying to pull a prank on me? You call this remarkable?!”

The bewilderment in the eyes of these Sleepers was slowly being replaced by hostility.

“Listen, friend. If you don’t think that an Ascended Aspect is remarkable, then please share with us your own amazing results! What, pray tell, was your Appraisal?”

Caster himself was still keeping quiet and smiling. However, his defenders were growing restless.

This was exactly what Sunny wanted to happen. He smiled with utter contempt.

“I would let you know… my Appraisal was, uh, it was “glorious”! Yes, glorious. And the Aspect I acquired was of the Divine rank.”

After that, he received a number of strange looks. No one had ever received a Divine Aspect before; so, of course, they were starting to think that he was a lunatic. But there was still a sliver of doubt… maybe that strange guy was a descendant of a powerful clan? A peerless prodigy? Maybe his Appraisal was, indeed, glorious…

Sunny had to dispel that tiny bit of doubt.

even received combat training. All that training and he only got an “excellent”? What did

bragging instantly changed. An outskirt rat

same polite smile,

mind telling us what were your achievements in the

Sunny grinned.

no problem! First of all, I killed

couple of moments of intense pain, but he didn’t

let alone an awakened one, made a couple

really? How did you kill

look appeared on

tell you, I didn’t even have to lift

mouthful of blood on the altar, and as the

Someone openly laughed.

insane or purposefully messing with us. Listen here, shorty. Have some decency,

to retort, saying that he wasn’t short. But

would be a lie, damn

teeth and said with a voice

can’t answer that, because it’s not a

— a tyrant!

Sunny knitted his brows.

“That’s the truth!”

More laughter followed.

“Crazy bastard!”

actually believes in his

“Insane, he’s insane…”

stopped his

“Guys.”

laughter quieted down, he asked in a friendly

else did

enough? Sunny raised his

me think… Oh! I also

did you

as though he was a little bit embarrassed,

time I had to lift a finger. I even had to shake it a couple of times. That was enough to

was holding the Silver Bell between his fingers, which led to Hero being attacked and eventually killed by the tyrant. So, technically,

“What a crackpot!”

Can you believe this

he weak, he’s also