Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 688 Who Am I Now?

For a while now, the students that had been fighting for the Dark Faction remembered what had occurred in the past. About their escape in trying to get out of the academy. They were left with no choice after everything that had happened. freē

One of the main clan leaders had been killed, and the Dark Faction, on the order of the principal, was treating all of the students like lab rats. If the rats didnʼt act the way they wanted, then they would get rid of them.

With this fear in mind, and already being put through a lot, they attempted to escape. They had the help of many along the way, but in the end, they were caught by none other than Murkel himself.

The students knew they were no match to take on Murkel. At the time, they hadnʼt even gone through intense training with Amir, and Ricktor hadnʼt even reached the middle stage.

It was hopeless. Among the students, there was one person who didnʼt belong, and who had been with them, and that was Dame. Seeing how the situation was occurring, he had decided to do his best.

To help the others, he felt part of this fault was his mess. This whirlwind of an adventure he had decided to take on because of his situation at home. He felt like he could amount to more, but in his situation with his brothers and sister, and working under his father, he couldnʼt amount to much.

At most, he could just please his father, and then from there take over his fatherʼs legacy, and that was while fighting for the position with his brothers. Instead, he wanted to do things his own way, and he had found that through Raze.

The Dark Magus was able to sell incredible Qi pills as well as craft items that could change the outcome of things. Dame had experienced that himself when he had bested Beatrix, a feat that no one thought he would accomplish.

Change was finally happening, and it was because of Raze. As Dame started to hang around those around Raze, he started to get the same feeling from the others as he did from Raze.

These individuals that had managed to gather around the same person. Each one of them was incredibly special and he could tell they would amount to great things.

Maybe that was the reason why he had decided to stand up and fight against Murkel that day. At times there would be many that would call him selfish. A person that only cared for himself and never cared for the Neverfall Clan or his fatherʼs legacy.

In a way, that was quite true, Dame didnʼt care, but he cared extremely about those he had decided to care about. Fixteen, along with his other close friends, knew this, and they knew when it came to those close to him, he was extremely selfless.

When Murkel had thrown a devastating attack, he didnʼt hesitate to jump in front of Simyon to stop the attack. His body was hurt, his eyes were in the middle of closing, and the last thing Dame could remember was opening his eyes and just seeing the mist, and the very edge of one of the cliffs in the distance.

”I hope… they will make it through all of this somehow,” Dame weakly said as he continued to drop through the mist, and soon a loud bang was heard with his body as it crashed on the floor.

His whole vision went black, and Dame was quite confident that he wouldnʼt be able to open his eyes again, but he learned that he was wrong.

His eyes slowly started to flutter open and the view of mist appeared all around him. He wasnʼt quite sure if his image was blurry or it was just the effect of the mist itself. He tried to move anything but his head, which seemed like an impossibility.

ʼEven if I could move, I donʼt think I would want to see the condition of my body right now. Taking the hit straight on, and after that falling from that height with virtually no Qi protection.

ʼI had used it all up just trying to block the damage of that strike as much as possible. Much use that was, and now it might be my downfall.ʼ

Dame wondered, maybe if he had used less Qi to block the strike and he had landed down here, then he could at least force his body to move. Which was an impossibility right now.

When he thought about it more, he realized that there was another situation that was a possibility as well, that if he hadnʼt used so much Qi to protect himself, he would be dead.

Either way, it was useless to think about the what-ifs because he was in the current situation he was in now.

ʼThose kids, I wonder how theyʼre doing as well. They looked scared, as if they lost all hope. I thought that maybe I could stall him at least for a minute or so, so they could get away. I guess I was really stupid.ʼ

Dame wanted to lift his hand to cover his face, as he felt his eyes well up, and something wet rolled across the side of his cheek.

As he lay there on his back, unmoving, unsure about how many bones were broken, or if he would die of hunger, he started to think of all of his life he had been through.

One of the weak links of the Neverfall Clan, his brothers, always being superior to him, talking down to him, and the whole clan comparing him to the rest.

Why wasnʼt he able to do the things they could when he was their age? How he was a failure of the Neverfall Clan. It was a place he never felt like he belonged to in the first place.

Which was why he had gathered people around him that didnʼt care about that. It was why, in secret away from the eyes of any clan member, he practiced as much as he could. He researched as much as he could trying to better himself.

It was only a few times that Fixteen would catch him doing such things.

ʼIf I did care more, if I did push myself harder, would things be different now?ʼ Dame started to wonder as he could feel a deep pang in his stomach, which was followed by a growl that echoed in the misty space.

He started reflecting on everything, including all of the fights he could have had. Soon the mist that he could see in his vision started to look like shapes of people. Warriors fighting against each other using their own set of special techniques.

He wasnʼt sure if the mist was actually moving or his mind playing tricks on him. He soon figured it was most likely the latter, as his stomach made an even louder growl than before and the mist figures broke up.

”Wow, it looks like someone is hungry,” a voice said through the mist.

Turning his head slightly, he could see the mist moving and breaking apart and a figure starting to appear.

”It looks like Amir was right. He said you looked strong and would still be alive,” the manʼs voice said. ”Anyway, I guess I should help you if youʼre going to be part of us.”

”Part of us?” Dame replied as the man walked closer. Dame realized he had never seen this person in his life before. A young man with short facial hair and clothing that looked like that of a regular citizen with basic cloth.

”Yeah, the Bonum Society,” the man claimed.