"Where are we going, Cly?"
Cly remained unfazed. His sister has been asking him repeatedly about the gang, the dead bodies, and the enormous amount of money he had gotten in a snap. The money he knew about, but the rest? He had no memory at all.
"We are going to Levi's, Lottie. You will stay there for a while," he answered.
"You're going back there?" Lottie's voice was weak, yet brimming with concern.
"I have to," was all he said.
Lottie no longer pushed the matter. Clythar felt his sister's face lie down on his shoulder. He paused for a second, adjusting his grip on his sister that he was carrying on his back.
Levi lives in the same slums as them, so it was not really a long trip. Once they got there, Clythar just kicked the iron sheet door open and laid Lottie on the second-hand mattress Levi had managed to salvage from the dump site. Levi was not there, probably still trying to score something with the scout.
"Stay here. I'll come back for you. It might be too much to ask, but try not to sleep for a while, alright?"
Lottie weakly nodded.
He left the suitcase with the vials and syringes and the sack of money with her, then went on his way.
Looking at his home, a prickly, shivering cold came over him. Stealing and killing are two different things. Killing was something he could not imagine doing, even if he got caught stealing.
He did not know how he was going to do it, but he was going to throw away the bodies, erase all the blood, and somehow repair their home.
Clythar began inside, attempting to pull one of the minions to compile outside. Yet, the body did not even move an inch.
"What happened to my super strength? I need it right now."
He had no recollection of what happened, but surely, he had some super strength to be able to do this, right?
Clythar was frail, scrawny, and just plain malnourished. He was the perfect persona of a teenage boy living in the slums. Most of the time, he did not eat more than one snack a day. Even water was deprived of him.
How could he carry these goons out without stumbling on his own feet?
But then, this could work in his favor. He was not fit. Who in their right mind would suspect him of mass murder?
Clythar shook his head. If he does not clean this up, they will have no home to get back to. How he wished that just for this time, he would be given super strength.
Divine spirits must have heard him, and the excruciating burning sensation began. This time, it was on his chest, beginning from the top right and progressing to the left, as if fire was carving onto his skin.
He undressed himself, and indeed, the burning had carved some text on his skin. He rushed towards the broken mirror in the corner and tried to read it. Yet, the characters were something he did not recognize. He had somehow learned to read and write but only the everyday language he uses.
His burning skin flew into the air, swirling around like ashes. Then, a book appeared in front of him out of nowhere, glowing with a mystique red.
It dropped to the floor, opening on its own. It turned to the first page, then text were mysteriously written.
Clythar Neeva-Azarus
[The Lost Harbinger]
[The Void Paladin]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Class: X
The pain was gone before he even realized it. His skin reverted back to its original state. His head was totally in the text in front of him.
"Azarus? As far as I know, I'm only a Neeva. And what in the actual world is a lost harbinger and a void paladin?"
For the most part, he felt worried. But seeing his status, a whispering joy tickled his stoned heart. He might try to deny it, persistent in his belief that he could not become one, but his eyes were not fooling him.
He has a talent!
He has to apologize to Levi for what he said now. Orphans like them have what it takes after all.
On the next page, an image has been started to drawn. Then, a text appeared beside it.
WENDY
[The Blood-Sucking Menace]
Age: Extremely Confidential
Gender: Female
Class: S
"Wendy? Was that—"
Clythar could not continue blurting out his thoughts. His jaw retracted, and throwing away those bodies was completely pushed to the back of his mind.
It was that girl. And the title under her name sounds like trouble.
"Hehe. Do not worry. For you, I'll be submissive," Wendy suddenly talked, the latter part of her reply being quite mischievous in tone.
Clythar jolted from his position but regained his composure. He looked around him, and an idea popped up in his mind.
"If you really are submissive, then help me clean up this mess. You're the one who did this after all. Not me," he rationalized.
Wendy scoffed.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to take over now."
In a blink of an eye, Clythar found himself back in front of the tree.
"Hello?"
His voice echoed throughout the place yet no one answered.
In the meantime, Wendy was high on the clouds. It's been a millennia since she last stepped foot in the mortal realm. And to top it off, the sweet scent of blood lingered in the air.
Not even five seconds have passed, she was able to gather all those goons in a pile outside. With just a swish of her finger, the blood that had scattered all over the place detached from where it was and flew around the air towards the pile. To be honest, she could also repair the house, even make it into something better. But where is the fun in that?
Wendy pouted and clapped her hands. If anyone could see her, they would certainly gossip about her. After all, her feminine actions aren't befitting of a man like Clythar.
"I shall leave the repair to that frail man."
Wendy carried all of them and just dashed straight into the dump site near the settlement. She buried them under the mountain of garbage, barely. The important thing is there would be no evidence pointing towards Clythar just in case a miracle happens and authorities work in this lawless region.
Clythar was just there, sitting and watching the twisted flower in front of him. It was cold and just plain scary.
"All done." Wendy snapped her hands together to shake off some dirt.
"What took you so long? Why weren't you answering me?" Clythar exclaimed.
Wendy's mouth hung open. She crossed her arms above her chest and raised her eyebrow.
"Well, you're welcome, for I have cleaned my mess." She rolled her eyes. "Go back now before I suck the blood out of you. Hmph!"
Just like that, Clythar woke up at the dump site, his nose being hit by the repulsive smell. Yet, this was better than that place.
Clythar shivered in disgust.
He sensed a rough texture on his palm and found himself grasping a piece of paper. There was something written on it.
"You seriously need some glow-up, Scrawny. There is no such thing as a scrawny ascendant.
Sincerely,
Lovely Wendy"