25 Another new beginning

Volume 2: history repeats itself.

Maxwell relaxed atop the crudely finished wooden car, or so he wishes he could say. The truth was that it was very uncomfortable to travel on the roads and the carriage in poor condition, his back felt as if he had carried a great weight and it did not stop hurting.

"Martha." Maxwell yelled.

"Sir?" The woman at the reins of the carriage answered.

"Remind me how long it takes to get there."

"If my calculations do not fail me, there is only one day left at most sir." Martha replied calmly as if she is she was not the first time she was asked this question.

"Okay." Maxwell sighed. He placed his hands behind his neck and let her fall. "Just one more day."

4 months had passed since that fateful day. After a day of waiting in the woods and regaining some of his strength, Maxwell went to Freta City where he sought out a doctor who would settle his bones and heal his wounds. Since he did not want to be found, he did not reveal his identity and paid him with what he earned from his small commercial company in which he was currently operating.

It was not difficult to convince them to follow him on a journey that few would dare to cross half a continent. He first pressured them by telling them that without a lord now his city would be a small war zone that the other nobles will want to take over and then he revealed to them that all of Ashelan would be a war zone for the lack of a king to rule.

Maxwell always knew about Ashelan's situation but he never really cared because Rodmandia was located in the northernmost part of it, a place where the war would never come, but they didn't have to know that.

Other than that the king was not dead yet and as far as he knew he could live another 4 to 5 years.

Maxwell had manipulated them into following him half a continent but he didn't care, after all he was doing them a favor.

The decision to depart from Rodmandia and indeed all of Ashelan was not made on the spot or was rushed. His first idea was to stay and become the duke of rodmandia as there were no more descendants of magnus alive but this left him in a bad position as he inherited a very barren land in the cold north with a destroyed castle and no soldiers to defend his territory. He could ask for men from his banner but they would most likely betray him seeing him so weak. Adding to that the future war dissuaded Maxwell from abandoning that idea.

He and his trading caravan bought all the grain they could from the most prosperous city of Apron and on their way out of the kingdom he sold it all at a high price. All this strategy would not have worked if there was not a war in the making, but food rose in price in times of crisis and there were many great lords wanting to feed their armies.

He never believed that traveling across the continent was so complicated and difficult. He was constantly attacked by bandits and armies of Lords, but they all fled in terror upon receiving the full RAGNAROK from him.

Four months later he was in the center and most fertile place of the continent, only one day away from reaching the great city Brenor of the Lester empire. In these four months he and his caravan had earned a nickname.

Maxwell: the walking disaster.

The caravan on the other hand was called: the lightning caravan.

As a preventive measure and taking advantage of his growing fame, Maxwell had a large lightning bolt painted on the carriages. From that day on, the attacks on his caravan were practically non-existent and they were able to travel with peace of mind.

On his long journey, Maxwell had managed to understand many things that had previously been confusing to him. For example, the continent: it was simply called that, because it was the only one in existence and there was no need to name it to differentiate it from another. On the other hand, he was researching in all the cities and kingdoms about the existence of the island in the sky, but he only received ridicule about how naive he was to believe in that old legend. Apparently since the beginning of time on this continent there had been a legend of a floating island where God watched the mere mortals. There were many reports of sightings but they were always taken as delusions of a madman since multiple investigations had been carried out on the matter by great kingdoms without a single result so far.

The night came so fast that maxwell didn't even notice, he gathered a few blocks of wood and with a little of his magic he lit it up although he almost turned it into complete charcoal. His control over his magic had never been good and now that he had increased it so precipitously it was even less so. His control was so bad that he took a full 5 years to create his lightning speed ability.

Creating a skill of that caliber was not easy at all. First he had to send a very small amount of magic to his brain and control it to stimulate him in such a way as to speed up his thought process, this in itself was very dangerous because of the risk of damaging his brain but he was able to overcome it because of his immunity to the lightning. After that he had to stimulate the muscles of his body to burst with immense force that allowed him to move at great speeds, but this very process also damaged them.

Come to think of it, Maxwell was very good at only taking 5 years for this long and onerous process. Now what he had to do was strengthen his body so that it could be further stimulated and explode with insane force.

Maxwell looked at his stat panel.

[Maxwell Magnar]

age: 12 years

strength: 7

agility: 8

resistance: 8

vitality: 30

intelligence: 10

mana: 2485

magical perception: 50

element: lightning

sexual points: 17

In order to heal faster and without hidden injuries, Maxwell invested all the points he collected along the way into Vitality. Each point after 20 cost him 100 sex points and now that he was 30 if he wanted to increase it by even one point he needed 1000 sex points an astronomical figure for him. Something he inevitably discovered during his travels as well was that having sex with a simple commoner earned him far fewer points than sleeping with a noblewoman.

Maybe his Tampa was very classist or maybe it was because of the magic that ran through each noble. Maxwell didn't know it yet but he wasn't able to profit as he wanted on this trip.

Another thing to keep in mind in this world was that there were also sexually transmitted diseases and these were very different from his world, that's why he couldn't sleep with any woman he found along the way.

Maxwell sighed and looked west.

Empire Lester huh?

The place where the greatest nobles and knights of the continent met. The center of commerce and politics.

I'm already looking forward to it.