8 Scary Talent

Key Stroke shook his head at the sudden change in his friend. He could see he had some right to be very confident. His presences also gave a slightly heavy feel to it. Whatever he managed to achieve, he knew it was great.

"Alright, we've been here long enough. Let me finish up real quick so we can head back." With that said, Key Stroke approached the Divine Door. His ambition was to find out where they were and return home with everyone.

With this firm goal, he took steps forward. Once he entered the three meters area that usually caused others to stagger or drop to their knees, he didn't have this problem. In fact, he didn't feel any pressure or force trying to expel him at all.

Still, he didn't let this sudden strangeness stop his path to the entrance. Once he arrived at the two meters mark, he finally got a reaction from the Divine Door. Within nanoseconds, a word was filtered into his mind loud and clear.

Unqualified!

The voice sounded monotone and computerized. It didn't seem like it had its own will or anything. And yet, it still had said he was unqualified to enter the Divine Door. He didn't believe his resolve was weak.

After all, how could his resolve be weak if he was willing to die to achieve this ambition? Key Stroke still didn't have a change in his step as he reached the one-meter mark. As if in respawns to his refusal to give up, the weight and pressure double on him.

Following the increase, all his feelings felt like they were being brought to the surface to be viewed. His will to fight against the unknown intrusion increased. Nobody was allowed to strip him bare like that, as they pleased.

Anger even swelled up by the invasion of privacy. Being blocked from its goal, Key Stroke felt a message be sent to his mind this time.

The ambition is weak the will is tremendous. Unqualified.

It thought his ambition was too weak? Was it looking down on his determination to return home?

As he was in the middle of questioning the Divine Door's judgment, this small distraction allowed it to bring his past emotions and thought back to the surface. As he fought against it, the unknown feeling also came and rose to the surface of his mind.

Wanting to let the human race breath. This idea was the thought Key Stroke had during that time he saw the harshness surrounding him. Now that the Divine Door brought it up again, the feeling only grew stronger as he rewatched the events faster than nanoseconds could keep up.

Could he achieve something like that? To do something that great, he would need a foothold to place the people. There was nowhere on the surface it was safe to be. Humans were so small that any random species or bug could squash them on accident.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt like the Divine Door was trying to make fun of him. Was this, its idea of a better ambition? Something that was impossible to achieve? But then again, this goal was something he had thought up of himself before coming here.

With the struggle to keep his very being from being peeked at, it took Key Stroke a moment to recall the conversation he had with the tribe leader. Wasn't the Divine Door a place that could help achieve that goal?

The moment he realized this, the more, the thought of really wanting to make it happen increased. At some point, he had already entered inside the Divine Door without pausing in the eyes of the others.

Both Donn Kell and Black Bourne gave a knowing look as they watched his figure vanish from view. They expected nothing less from Key Stroke. He was a person with talent to be envied. Even Donn Kell acknowledge this.

After all, he knew before the change to this place; Key Stroke had no training in combat or martial arts like him and Black Bourne. Despite this, the fight they had earlier caused him to feel like he was fighting a monster.

Even though he was winning the fight in the beginning, Key Stroke's ability to adapt at that time opened his eyes up to what people meant when they said there were hard workers, and then there was those with talent that could only be looked up too.

By the time the fight had gotten broken up, he didn't feel he was winning at all. Now that they had all been caught in this new world, he still was the one standing out and showing his adaptability to changes.

Straightening his back and giving the entrance a hard look, he wondered just how fast Key Stroke would be. 30 minutes? 40 minutes? Maybe it would be 50 minutes at most. He unconsciously thought, already unknowingly placing Key Stroke above himself.

Even with all these guesses, he never thought he would see what he saw. The time he had given Key Stroke was already exaggerated, but it was far from the truth. The students and the tribesmen also had trouble keeping their minds sane at the sight before them.

1 second!

After just 1 second, Key Stroke stood at the Divine Door entrance for everybody to see the insanity. He had walked out just as quickly as he had stepped inside. "A Divine Being has graced own tribe!" Shouted out the old man that lead the people.

As if bound by a spell, the old man and the rest of the tribesmen rushed forward, then all of them dropped to their knees before Key Stroke. The action instantly astonished the student group, as well as Key Stroke. What had gotten into these people? Did he do something out of the ordinary?

It was the old who spoke with his head still on the ground, not daring to lift it up. "Divine Being, lead us. Please lead us to prosperity." He exclaimed.

What nonsense was this insane geezer spouting?