Van

Zamright opened his right palm and the blood began to accumulate before forming into a flat pattern. He concentrated more and ordered the other wrist to be cut too.

After the blood made a full pattern, they began to change, becoming more refined but not too refined. Zamright then sent the blood back inside through the other hand.

At the first few minutes there was no change but after an hour, Van's body became rosy and his heart that was barely beating due to those insects began pounding strongly.

The man lying on the floor began to growl as he regained his consciousness.

Zamright refined 60% of his blood with more vitality and he stopped at that. Human body was still complex and it loved to do things by itself.

The refined blood part will nurture the body and enhance the bone marrow to produce something similar. The muscles and tendons also will develop better than before, giving life to the man.

In about a day, he will be at his prime, no, better than his prime with zero side effects whatsoever. If he lives a good life he will add 100 years more in the future.

Van's eyes snapped open and looked around. The first he noticed was the cold marble he was lying on which reminded him of the cell he was tortured in. But its smooth surface, the faint fragrance in the air made him know he wasn't there any more.

He attempted to sit and with greater ease than his brain register he was sitting. The light was too blinding, it should have disturbed him but his eyes adjusted.

His eyes then landed on the only object in the room. A large throne that a giant can sit on. Van's heart pounded strongly as he noticed a certain cute boy he once called master sitting on it and leaning back with his hand covering his face as if he was taking a nap.

The boy was too small for the throne but also it suited him better than anyone.

Van's initial reaction was to jump in fright and ask what happened but he remembered his work ethics and he stood properly, though he was in rag clothes and there were some blood stains on his body. He still stood properly and adjusted his throat and waited for any order he would be given.

Though, that didn't stop him from checking his wounds that have all healed and even the pain has soothed away. Now as he thought about his torture sessions, he doesn't find it painful or awful. He has no idea that his mind has been lulled.

"You tried to escape my service!" A soft childish voice reached Van's ears and he bowed and said, "I'm sorry master. It won't happen again!"

If asked to explain, he will have comprehensive reasons for why he did what he did but now with a clear mind and his miraculous healed body he knew he was just in the wrong. All he wished for his master to forgive him.

Van stayed there for an hour, seeing there wasn't anything to do he looked around. Just like he used to do in the apartment they once had.

Van reached the door that led outside the Throne room and saw Juright there and some people. They were shocked to see a ragged man full of vitality just popping his head from the throne room but they didn't question him.

He coughed and said, "Can I have some good clothes please!"

"Okay!" One of them said and he went somewhere else. The palace was silent in anticipation, they didn't know their fate just yet.

Soon, the old man came with a set of traditional clothes. A long shirt and trousers and sandal shoes.

"Maybe you will wash and eat something?" Juright inquired.

After some thought, Van nodded. He was not hungry but it's good to have a clean body.

He was guided to the palace washrooms and had an in-depth cleanse of his body. If not because he denied, he would have had professional cleansers washed him off.

He dried himself, had some oil on him and also wore the clothes. He hasn't worn any scent on him but the fragrant soap he uses does the tricks.

The middle-aged man looked dashing, his charisma burst out and gave a feeling of one with rich experience.

Van was no longer scrawny as his muscles had developed well, and his skin was shining with health and vitality. His gray hair shining with strands of deep black colour and his eyes have a look of seriousness.

Juright and the rest were astonished to see the transformation. He looked totally different from the scrawny dirty man a few minutes ago.

"Thank you!" He said to them as he walked back into the throne room. His voice has become deeper and authoritative.

It wasn't just them but even he was shocked about the transformation but what he was so shocked about was the fact that his master, Zamright was casually holding the whole Great Lantern hostage.

Is he going to become the new King? That he was not sure but with all his observation the boy was just lazy and might not want that responsibility. But who knows what was running inside that cute head of his.

Entering the throne, Van found himself under observation of two cute eyes. "It looks like the technique is manifesting itself in you!"

Van's eyes widened before he said, "They have invaded my mind several times and I use that opportunity to practice. Also, when I was alone and free I practiced it."

"Mostly, you won't feel the effect. But through third party observation of one's body and mind that will make you know the difference."

Zamright said with a slight smile.

"Master, are you now the king?" Van asked which made Zamright look away with deep breath.

"Well, I should be but I have been thinking about it. I can't be a king. It's too troublesome." He said.

"Well, you will be a great leader. That I know for sure!" Van said with a smile. How great was it to serve this miracle boy.

"How so?" Zamright asked.

"Well, you are powerful, knowledgeable and young!" Van said, "people like you learn, grow and bring about great change. Your beauty signifies magnificence and you can't project anything other than that out!"

"It wasn't like you to bootlick." Zamright was surprised by flowery words coming out from Van.

"And I'm very old, it's just that my body hasn't aged a day!" He added as he observed information emitting from Brighton Guidance device.