Extraordinary

At the footstep of the mountain was a group of three. Two beautiful girls and a young boy with a sword on his hand. Ahead of was a small village with lively streets filled with traders. hawkers and many more. One of the girl was dressed in a linen white dress and a whip with long black hair falling in her back complimenting her snow white skin. The other had a blue short dress exposing her chocolate legs short brown hair and a small red fan. The one with a serious, cold expression was naturally Aisha with the other with a mischievous look was Lynd. The young boy in blue robes and black hair holding a sword was Nicholas. Before them was a gate with bold words reading 'The Village of Hell.'

" What the f**k is that even supposed to mean?" Nicholas asked pointing at the post.

" What! Don't tell me you are scared little boy." Lynd teased.

"Scared! Who? me? Come on . There is nothing to fear. If there is hell I'll turn it upside down fall all to see. " Nicholas answered patting his chest with a heroic expression.

The two girls looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

" What are you laughing at?"

" Come on! I'm imagining you peeing in your pants after seeing ghosts with a different expression from that one you showed."

" That can't happen."

" Let's enter. Remember to stay cautious." Aisha warned.

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~ Western Continent\ Canopy Country/Mentrol School~

Behind the Rules Regulatory Office in the small garden. A young lady in a red dress was seated opposite an elder man with a long white beard and white hair falling in his back playing go.

" Do you think he will make it through?'' asked the lady as she placed a white button on the board removing the black on.

" I'm not sure. But if he can't make it through, then he is no different from the ordinary worms and snakes."

" What makes you think he may be different?"

" Simple.His charm."

" I win." the old man added as he placed a black button onto the board.

" I guess I need to work harder." the young lady said with a smile.

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~ Forest of Tears~

A young boy around the age of 15 to 17 in green robes was standing besides a small hill of animal corpses carrying a leather bag filled with animal cores.He leaving up to the meaning of his name his name was Hedrick.

" I guess it's time to go and exchange these damn cores for points." he murmured to himself.

He placed his daggers back to their sheaths and backed the leather bag to the nearest exchange hall. A few hours later, a huge building came into view styled with Arabian architecture. Flat roofed with arches and two statues at the entrance. The statues were inform of a couple, with a male playing a zither and the female playing a flute. Bold letters were at the entrance reading " A thousand Tears Pavilion"

" Hello sir, how may we help you?"

A middle aged woman with scarlet lips and green eyes, black hair falling onto her back dressed in a pink dress welcomed him with a charming smile that could topple mountains and valleys.

" Are you the manager?" Hedrick asked indifferently.

The lady was quite surprised. It was her first time finding someone who was not influenced by her charm. After a few moments of shock she answered.

" Please follow me this way."

" Are you buying or exchanging?"

" Exchanging beast cores."

" Oh!..." the lady was quite curious of what kind of cores a young boy of 15 to 17 years of age could exchange.

Later a small room came into view with flowers on the window side. A fresh sweet scent of incense was covering the room.

" Illusional incense!"

" Can you please can change the incense burner. I don't like falling into anyone's illusions."

The lady was speechless. Which kind of monster was this. It was not that she had not found people who could tell this kind of incense but the person before her was just 15 to 17 years. First of all, this incense was quite expensive and not anyone could afford it. Second, people usually took a few minutes before tell the type of incense.And lastly the person before her was too young to do such things.Therefore she made a decision no longer to underestimate this youth before her.