Running frantically

Hai'er realized what he did and immediately retracted the skeletons.

He stared at the lifeless corpse that was bestowed to him.

What a beautiful crimson day.

The Wife was in awe and shock. How could the Young Master who was one of the youngest and most powerful kings in the nation just get beheaded like this?!

She stared and laughed.

Hai'er ran, he ran fast. People looking from afar would think he merged with the wind.

He ran into a forest and stayed there. Secretly peeping in the mansion.

News spread that the Young Master had been beheaded by a crippled servant.

The nation was in a crisis, warning signs were put up and everyone was on high alert.

He knew he couldn't come out so he had to wait.

Wait very long until this died out.

He practiced Necromancy in the forests and gradually grew stronger.

His necromancy was at a all time high.

He had practiced his incantations to the fullest.

And he looked completely different. The darkness had changed him.

He now looked like a handsome youth with Snow White cheeks.

***10 Days Later***

The death of the young master had died down.

People were resuming their jobs and having a good

time.

Hai'er stepped out the forests looking at the sky that he yearned to see.

He saw his wanted poster and a large red poster next to it.

"Magic Level Testing 3/20/3090"

Hai'er smirked.

"Uh... Sir, what's today's day?"

He had asked a shopkeeper in a polite tone.

"It's the 20th kid, you wanna buy something?"

The old and chubby shopkeeper asked.

"No.. no thanks."

He disappeared in a flash.

The shopkeeper laughed and whispered.

"Ah youths these days..."

Hai'er went to the location of the testing, Red King Mountain, named after the Red Sovereign who ruled the world.

Before him lied a giant entrance, decorated with red and black.

He walked in and saw everyone lining up.

As soon as he walked in whispers erupted.

"What's a kid from the slums doing here? It's a martial testing"

A girl whispered.

Hai'er looked around and his eyes sat on a girl.

Fei Lang, one of the most beautiful girls in the nation. And most powerful.

She rejected all of the dates she got.

Hai'er looked onto the three separate lines and got on the shorter one.

He looked at Fei Lang and sighed in awe.

Such power.

Her single punch had made 10 rings from the Bell of the Red Sovereign.

10 rings would mean 10,000 kilograms of force.

Hai'er made a note to self to not anger her.

Soon, it was his turn.

The Proctor said in a emotionless voice.

"Name, Gender, and Age.

Hai'er had to lie about his name.

"Ling, Male, 14."

The proctor looked at him.

"Continue."