THEOS

Chapter 42: Life Goes On

Luke tensed as his eyes traveled between the kneeling Warrior and the Emperor.

How? Asked Cyzicus. His voice low, but shaking with barley suppressed rage.

An uncertain expression came onto the Warriors face as he looked around the broken room. Then rising to his feet, he walked forward, and whispered something in the Heros ears. Stepping back and kneeling once he had delivered his news.

Cyzicuss espressions darkened, as he clenched and unclenched his fist. The ground beneath his feet cracked, and a rage filled aura wafted through the room for an instant before receding as he regained his temper. Leaving Luke wondering if had imagined it.

Very well. Clite! He turned to the Warrior that had led him and Luke here. I have some matters to deal with, and I shall be indisposed for the foreseeable future. Please look after young Luke. I promised him that I would see him reach the peak of the Mortal-tier in six months' time, and I entrust you with that duty.

She bowed deeply. I will do my utmost.

Good. Luke, Im afraid I wont be able to guide you as much as I had hoped, I cannot let this go unanswered, but you are in good hands. As for the Tournament, I wont force you to compete, however, if you were to do so, wed both gain much. Your advantages give me confidence that you will go far Its right to be cautious of fame and the attention of greater powers, but do not let fear hold you back. Advancing through the tiers is difficult and fraught with danger. Cautiousness is to be valued, but cowardice is a poor response. At least for those of us who seek a place among the gods.

Did he just call me a coward? Am I being a coward? No. He doesnt have all the information I do. The lady that flicked him across the room is hunting me, and I need to be cautious. But now isnt the time to argue, and neither will I gain anything by explaining myself to him.

I understand, and thank-you for all this. He said after a moment, and half heartedly lifted the sword and ring the Hero had given into the air. For what its worth, Im sorry for your loss. I hope your grandson finds peace, wherever he is now.

Cyzicus nodded, and then disappeared in a flash of light. Leaving Luke alone with the two Warriors. Making him let out a sigh in both sympathy and relief as some tension left his body. Nothing about the way the Hero had acted had Luke worried for his safety, but his power alone made him feel uncomfortable. Like having a police officer driving behind you on the road, or being in the presence of someone carrying a gun. He felt bad for even thinking about it, especially so soon after one of his family members had died, but he was almost glad the man had left.

Frankly a lot had happened in the past day, and Luke was already missing his time in the grasslands.

Seeing Arke twice in as many days was far outside what he had wanted and incredibly stressful, but at the same time it instilled a certain sense of confidence in him too.

Ive seen her three times since Ive been on Theos, and every single time shes left. She really has no clue that Im the one shes looking for. There's obviously something more going on behind the scenes too. Nefkha not liking her is one thing, but Cyzicus being openly antagonistic is unexpected. So is the fact that hes so brazen in his dealing with her. Maybe Theos isnt as lawless as I thought it was.

His eyes traveled to the half buried and formally possessed body.

That guy too. Nefkha was right on that front, the way the Seed implanted my soul into this body must be different compared to whatever method that guy used. His body looks like its rotting, and smells like it too. I didnt pay much attention to it back then because I didnt know what to expect or what questions to ask, but Im actually alive. My heart beats, and my blood flows through my veins. Him, not so much.

Lukes eyes traced the hole Arke had left in the corpse's chest, and the foul and clotted blood oozing out of it.

Still, if the guy possessing the body was a Saint, which sounds like its higher than the Hero-tier, and thats the best he could do, it makes a lot more sense why Nefkha was willing to bet on me being able to help him. Still, he must have balls of steel. I didnt know what I was getting into back then, but for Nefkha to blackmail me while knowing how ridiculous the difference between the tiers is, was brave of him. I wonder what he wanted my help with, for him to take the risk though? Maybe when Im a god, Ill go back there and ask. Until then though, it's not my concern.

The two Warriors talked to each other briefly in hushed voices before splitting up, with Clite coming to him, and the other leaving through the front door.

Come. She said, leading him deeper into the castle. If you are to ascend to the peak of the Mortal-tier, you have your work cut out for you.

Um yeah. How are we going to do that though? Six months seems undoable. Especially because they dont know about my sword.

That ring on your finger will be critical, and it will be painful, but it is possible. To start, I need you to constantly push your mana into it. Mana isnt flesh, it does not tire, so long as your will is strong, it is doable.

All the time? Luke asked, staring at it apprehensively.

Yes. Starting now. We do not have time to waste. If you are not in combat, then you must use the ring. Walking isnt so strenuous a task that it is impossible.

Right. Luke said, concentrating on his mana, and pushing it towards the ring, and past the resistance. Ignoring the dull headache that formed as he funneled one tortuous point into the ring after another.

As they approached their destination, he opened his status, and was surprised to see that the Arcana stat had already ticked up by one, compared to what it had been in the morning.

This is scarily effective.

This is the training yard. She threw open a door, revealing a small cluster of blue-robed men and women sparring with each other. All of them looked young, with the oldest among them looking like he was seventeen, and even then, Luke thought that he may just look older than his age. These are the most talented cultivators in Sylcra. Like you, the Emperor has recruited them to participate in the Olympics.

Oh. I thought I was the only one.

Clite looked at him oddly. You are not. Although, your mastery of a Technique does make you a more attractive prospect then some, the Emperor is not so reckless to only send one participant. Nor is the talent among the Sects and Guilds in Sylcra so lacking that you are the only option.

Oh. Luke scratched the back of his head, blushing as he realized that he had come across as both ignorant and arrogant at the same time.

Yes, quite.

Do any of them know how to use a Technique?

No. Teaching a Mortal such a skill is arduous work, and often not worth the trouble. It is quicker, and more efficient to raise a Mortal to the Warrior-tier, and then allow them to pursue one when they have developed a keener understanding of the Heavens.

Well isnt that vague.

I see. Will any of them be capable of keeping up with me then?

She once again gave him an odd look.

My Technique is pretty good, if they dont have something comparable, I dont see how theyll be able to put up a fight. He elaborated.

Yup, she definitely thinks that Im an arrogant ass.

I am unsure if the confidence you have in your abilities is grounded in reality, but I assure you that each and every one of them will not be an easy foe. They have been trained in the way of combat since they could walk, and whatever insight that Truth buried in your Skill provides, will likely be of less use than I think you imagine it to be. And, while they lack a technique, that does not mean that they do not possess their own advantages.

Oh.

You look unconvinced.

No, Im convinced. Kinda not really. I should be able to pick apart every movement they make and weave between it, and I dont see how she expects any of them to put up a fight against something like that. Does she think I have a shity skill, or that Im stuck at moving at a low speed or something?

Very well. You will see for yourself eventually. She clapped twice in quick succession, and on que, the sparring stopped, and the group of a dozen cultivators turned to face them. Their brows sweaty, and their chests heaving with exertion, as they inspected him. This is Luke. He will be joining you from now on. She said in a deadpan tone.

Luke waved, and one blonde-haired girl waved back, while the rest looked at him dispassionately.

Wheres Cyzicus? Asked a tall, bald kid.

The Emperor, she stressed, is indisposed, and will no longer be able to oversee your training.

WHAT? They suddenly shouted. Tha

She lifted her hand, and they all quieted down instantly.

Are they scared of her?

The Emperor is indisposed, and while he is away I am in charge of your training. Things will proceed in the same direction as before. She said, unbothered by their dour expressions. Now, I believe it is time for your baths.

We just had one yesterday! The same bald kid complained.

The kid beside him elbowed him lightly and whispered. That was three days ago.

Are you sure? He whispered back.

Yes.

Fuck.

Bath time. What the fuck?

Before Luke mustered up the courage to ask if she meant what he thought she did, the crowd broke apart and trudged their way past them.

Um

The bald kid slapped him on his shoulder as he passed by him. Just follow us, its not what you think. Im Jax by the way.

This better not be what I think it is. Luke shook his head as he followed them out.

Their destination was a room with two pools. One of them full of boiling water, and out of the other filled with a strange blue liquid that seemed to suck the warmth out of the air.

Were doing the hot one today. Jax explained as he stripped out of his robes.

Why?

Its a way to cultivate your bodies. Explained Clite, drawing a curtain between the two pools, and separating them into two groups. Trapping the girls in on the opposite side, where they would bathe in the cold water.

It looks like torture.

It will improve your constitution.

Are there no better ways than boiling ourselves?

There are many ways, and this is one of them. You will experience the others in due time. For now, exposing your body to extreme conditions is one of the best ways to advance. She said, a second later a ring flashed on her finger, and vials filled with blue liquid floated out in front of each of them. The others accepted them gingerly.

Uncorking them, they filled their cheeks with the potion inside, and then leapt into the water without much fanfare. Submerging themselves until they were all the way under.

Snatching his own out of the air, Luke looked at it reluctantly before glancing back at Clite.

This cant be real.

Fill your mouth, but do not swallow. Submerge yourself for as long as you are able, and once the pain becomes unbearable drink the potion. Hold out for as long as you are able, you draw the most benefit from the process the longer you hold off on drinking the medicine. The vial contains a Warrior-tier healing potion, brewed to be slow acting, and will dull your senses while keeping you alive. Only come out after you feel the effects begin to wear off. She instructed. Her ring flashed again, and a row of blue potions appeared along the edge of the pool. Those are to help you recover after, and unlike that one will heal you instantly.

This is fucking insane.

She cocked her head to the side. Do you have any questions?

No. Its just that when I woke up today, I didnt think I would be boiling myself alive.

The prize for winning the tournament better be insane.