Second World Novel

Domon was genuinely confused by Murong’s request. “I thought you can’t wait to leave?” He asked.

“Well, I guess these kids are okay. Furthermore, my new disciple here still needs a little bit more time to learn the ancient art,” Murong answered.

“New disciple?” Domon asked, but he soon understood whom the disciple Murong was talking about since her hand was on Grace’s shoulder.

“Master Murong here thinks this chamber’s environment is very good for martial arts training, hence she wants to stay longer,” Jack said, which drew Murong’s glare.

“Hahaha. If you want to, just ask. There is no need to beat around the bush,” Domon laughed. “Just use it as long as you like.”

“Uh… What about the others?” The Man asked. He was not looking forward to being a guard for another week. He had things to do.

“It’s okay,” Murong said. “I’ve already laid out the important points. Letting the others see their training after this is no problem. One other thing, do you mind if I call my other disciples over to train?”

Instead of answering, Domon turned to Jack. He was one of the leaders of this guild, after all.𝒩𝑂𝐕𝚎𝔩𝑵𝓔xt.𝑐𝓞𝗆

“Which disciple? Are you talking about Four Winds?” Jack asked.

“Four Winds and a few others,” Murong nodded.

“If it is Four Winds and his friends from the Cipher Flight, then I’m okay with it. But we can only allocate ten spots for you. That is already including you and Muilan. We have to prioritize our guild members. I’m sure you understand.”

“That is very generous of you. Thank you. I will send them a message about this,” Murong said.

“Aren’t you going to talk this over with Jeanny and John first?” Bowler asked.

“I’m still one of this guild’s leaders, aren’t I? I’m sure I have the right to just ten spots in this chamber,” Jack said. “It will benefit us to build the relationship with Cipher Flight. They might one day hold Verremor’s power in their hands.”

“Don’t you want to at least ask for some sort of payment from them? Such as gold coins or mana cores?” Bowler asked.

“Do you think I am one of those egoistic douchebags?” Jack asked. “Like those materialistic MCs inside a lot of those internet novels in our past world who always ask for rewards even from their friends?”

“Ain’t it a bit conceited calling yourself an MC?” Bowler asked.

“If I’m not the MC, who is? Master?”

“Well, he does fit the characteristics of those MCs who happened to be in those internet novels you mentioned. He is cold, smart, calm, capable, selfish, has knowledge the others don’t, has overpowered abilities, and is aiming for the top and rule the world.”

“… Shit. Now that you mentioned it… He can’t be the MC, can he?” Jack asked.

“I hope not… Wait, why are we talking about this?! We are not characters in a novel…!” Bowler yelled.

“Well, it doesn’t matter! MC or not, I’m still going to beat him!” Jack declared. “Isn’t that more interesting? Beating an MC that everyone prefers.”

Bowler decided to no longer entertain this conversation.

Since she had gotten the permission, Murong took Muilan and Grace to a corner and resumed their training.

“How is your training?” Domon asked Leavemealone.

“I can use the Nine Yin Abyssal Finger already, but I still need some time to get used to it so I can execute it during a fight,” Leavemealone answered. “After that, maybe I will try to train the other arts in the Nine Yin Scripture.”

Domon nodded. He then turned to Jack. “What about you?”

“Hehe,” Jack grinned instead of answering.

Suddenly, Domon moved away just as a piercing black light stabbed out from the ground he was standing on. The black light shot up into the ceiling.

“Why are you so disrespectful…?!” Leavemealone scolded.

Domon didn’t show any sign of anger. He was instead nodding with approval. “Nine Yin Phantom Sword… Such a powerful ancient art. Unpredictable too. If I don’t know any better, I will mistake this art for a game skill of this world.”

“Yeah, it’s a good ambushing art or something to use when I need to get out of a tight spot,” Jack said. “But I can’t do it often. I feel tapped out after using it every time.”

“Both the nine yin and the nine yang scriptures are the most mysterious martial arts in existence. It is not strange if these arts are difficult to execute,” Domon said. “It is already a great feat that you manage to learn one art from the scripture. I have confidence you will overcome this limitation with enough training. Are you going to continue learning the other two arts?”

“I already know the basics. I will train them when I can,” Jack said. “I can’t stay cooped up in here for too long, I got responsibilities out there.”

“That reminds me. John asked for you two days ago. He said once you are done, go to the palace.”

“Why didn’t he just send me a message?” Jack asked.

“Well, everyone in the guild knows you have special training for the week. Maybe he doesn’t want to bother you.”

“He is not that considerate. Most likely it is not urgent, but I will still go see what it is,” Jack said.

“You do what you have to do,” Domon said.

Before leaving, Jack went to Grace and told her that he was going to Thereath. Grace said she wanted to stay here and train. She told Jack sorry she couldn’t accompany him.

Jack chuckled and told her to train hard. He then left and teleported to Thereath.

Entering the throne room, he was greeted by John and Thaergood.

Seeing Jack, Thaergodd reported, “The people from the Council of Charites had just entered Themisphere this morning. We have arranged for a legion to go and escort them to Themonium.”

“It’s good to hear they arrive without incident,” Jack said.

“It’s not like they need the escort. Their average level is higher than the legion we sent for the escort,” John said, which made Thaergood roll his eyes.

“It is courtesy to make them feel welcomed,” Thaergood said.

“By the way, my gramps said you were looking for me two days ago?” Jack asked John.

“Yeah. Two days ago, a native human was found dead at one of the border towns. The witness claimed the perpetrator was an orc.”