Perverted Otherworlder
/ Perverted Otherworlder 62 The Captive
A middle-aged man wearing a royalty dress was walking with a torch in his hand. The guards at the site were really respectful toward him and the captain led the way. The location the middle-aged man was going to was the deepest part of the prison, underneath the ground.
As they were walking to the deepest floor, what greeted them was a hall with a single door at the end. The door was made of strange material and it was harder than steel. It was covered in magic brands that active all the time. The only key to this door was literally at the hand of the middle-aged man. Not even his bloodline could open this door, this was to make sure his bloodline wouldn't make any stupid mistake like opening the door without considering it first.
*zing
With a touch of his hand, the magic brand activated and unlocked the door with a 'clank'. The middle-aged man put the torch to the nearby slot and it instantly illuminated the room.
There was only one man in the room with his hand chained to the walls. He looked like a man in his fifties with his messy gray hair and weary face. He had a skinny figure like he had no qualification to be a captive. His ripped long pants were the only thing keeping his warmth. He always had his head lowered like a dead slave.
The middle-aged man approached him nervously.
"Your master is already dead a long time ago, I personally confirmed this," said the middle-aged man.
.
.
After waiting for some time he had not received any response from the captive.
"I came to the world where you told me your master was at, but it was nothing, there is no such world!"
Once again the captive responded with nothing.
"It has been more than ten thousand, no maybe almost a hundred thousand or maybe even more than that. Surely your master is dead."
The captive said nothing.
"Come and join me instead! You will live full of riches! Together with your power, ruling two or ten worlds wouldn't be a problem!" This was the middle-aged man intended to do.
Every year he would come to this prison only to persuade him to become his man at arms. This activity had been in the captain's mind for quite some time. He was a strong cultivator, in fact, it could be considered top three in the land, but he was only a prison guard captain.
The captive didn't respond as everytime the middle-aged man had tried for the last few years. Seeing this, the middle-aged man let out a sigh and turned back, "I will leave this torch here,"
*clank
The door shut down and the magic brand's activated once more.
"Your majesty if I may," excused the captain.
"Speak," said the middle-aged man.
"Why do your majesty always persuade this old man?"
*sigh
"How old are you?" asked the king.
Hearing his question, the captain answered with a brimming smile, "I'm one thousand and two hundred years old and my cultivation is level seven Middle Divine Realm." He answered it in the hope of getting a more suitable job.
"Hmm, that means when you were born here you never see the sun nor the moon right?"
"Yes," the captain answered the question but wonder why would the king suddenly asked that.
When the captain was a child he never saw the sun or the moon except for the ones from the other world. There were no records of it either in the library. It was said that this world was the only one without the sun or the moon.
"A long time ago this world actually had two suns and one moon," said the king before continuing, "It was the imperial order that declared this to be a secret."
*sigh
"I think, since you guard this place then you have the right to know about the truth regarding our suns and moon."
Then the king stared at the captain intensely, "They were obliterated."
As soon as the king said that, the captain's pupil shrunk as his eyebrows raised up.
What kind of weapon could destroy two suns and one moon?! Did they enrage the heaven? So many questions popped up in his mind.
His reaction was exactly like what the king expected, "It was not a weapon, nor it was a natural disaster."
Then his eyes turned serious, "It was a man, the very same man inside that room!"
The answer was like a thunderclap inside the captain's mind. What kind of monster could destroy two suns and one moon?! Not even the very peak of Divine Realm could pull that off?!
*gulp
"Y-your majesty, is the prison enough to hold him?"
"I certainly hope so, the prison was made by the finest workers and spellcasters in this world."
The captain sighed a breath of relief.
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As they walked out of the exit, there was something going on inside the room.
*zing
"Huh." the captive was awoken by the sudden magic.
He checked his soul and what he saw was making him trembled. The chains were also shaking and broke in no time.
"It's gone!" said the captive with an ecstatic voice.
"The King's Order is gone! it could only mean two things, one, master was setting it off,
"Two, master cast another King's Order! But either way, MASTER IS ALIVE!"
"HAHAHAHA, Heavens! You were afraid of my master! Now he is back! I will fight alongside you this time Master! Let's make the Heavens kneel!" shouted the captive with tears started rolling on his face as nostalgia hit him.
"I can't meet master with tears, he would get mad at me," said the captive while rubbing his eyes, "Wherever you are in the world, I will find you master! As long as you are alive this old bones shall pave your way! But first!"
*snap
The captive snapped his fingers
*boom
The whole prison suddenly collapsed.
Chapter end
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