Chapter 433
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Far, far away...
In the narrow and simple but bright, warm tavern cellar…
"'I probably won't be able to escape. But they'll be able to live…'"
A battered boy in shaggy clothes clenched his fists.
He raised his head and looked at the heroic and valiant-looking brunette who had a pair of khukuris strapped to her ankles and forced a smile.
"'I have to depart to Red Street Market now."'
'That was…' he tried to think in his blurry state.
*Boom… Boom!*
A loud thunderclap sounded, and his thoughts became clear because of it. Then, he saw another scene.
It was a magnificent hall built in the shape of a semicircle. The same boy who seemed to be dressed in beautiful clothes and gorgeous ornaments, but was actually badly injured, stood before many important officials. They were dressed in luxurious clothing and had stern expressions as well as dignified mannerisms…
"'Yes, Duke Covendier. … It was I who saved your life…"'
He bit his lip stubbornly, but the manner in which he did it also made it seem like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He faced another young, round-faced man with an unpleasant expression and spoke.
"So, you're the one who owes me a word of thanks."'
That was…
Thales' breathing quickened. He felt as if there was some sort of emotion stirring in his heart.
He felt his consciousness tremble. The illusions that once mystified him appeared again. He saw the realm, which he could touch if he just extended his hand.
Supremacy.
Omnipotence.
Perfection.
The tempting call.
However, those temptations could no longer affect what he saw in front of him.
Thales' vision only blurred for a second before he shook his head firmly to shake them off.
"'Wait!"'
It was still the boy's voice.
This time, his face was covered in dust, and his hands were bound. Nonetheless, he still sat on a big black coffin with a forced smile on his face. His smile was directed towards an incredibly coquettish but extremely dangerous woman.
"'I heard that there's a Mystic in here? He's even the type that can be let out."'
The boy kicked the coffin board with a haughty face.
"'Do you want to meet him?"'
The dangerous woman smiled, revealing her hideous-looking fangs.
'It's her.'
Thales smiled as he drifted in the storm.
'It's me.
'It's us.'
The next moment, the storm roared again, but they were seamlessly replaced by another similar but different sound.
Battle cries...
The sky was filled with battle cries. The cries rose and fell while blood was shed, while people died, while battles broke out all over the place.
"'No matter what Sonia chooses, it will be a predicament.…"'
As countless people fought with their lives on the line and fought until they had lost all rational thought, the boy stood at the center of the crowd who protected him, panting. He could not suppress his nervousness.
"'We can only choose for Lady Sasere.
"'This is to eliminate her indecisiveness and hesitance."'
To the surprise of others, the boy stared at the terrifying man before him who was filled with murderous aura. The man seemed to possess endless vitality, and he breathed like a volcano.
The boy peered at the silvery-black bow behind the man and pointed at the flags in the north, which covered the sky. He gritted his teeth and said, "'Prepare to break out of the encirclement."'
*Bang, boom!*
Thales clenched his teeth in the black storm as he was tormented by the pain in his body and the thoughts that filled his mind. But he smiled.
'I see… So that's how it is.'
"'That's enough!"'
A decisive and resolute roar broke the darkness and silence in his memory.
In the crudely-made hall, the boy's expression was calm under the illumination of a flaming brazier. At that moment, his footsteps were steadfast, and he kept moving forward. He walked past a pale man with a cold expression and a blade on his back. He walked past a silent old man who wore a crown and had an awe-inspiring presence.
He went towards a horrified, spectacled girl who knelt on the ground as she cried in agony with a ring on her palm. He did not hesitate to hold her arm.
He pulled her behind him.
"'She will stay with me tonight!
"'You bunch of lunatics!"'
Thales' smile became broader as he looked at those memories of the past.
The flame in his heart burned stronger.
"'The sword's name is the Blade of Purification..."'
The boy stood in front of a man who was holding a black sword. They were in a district now ruined and filled with misery. The boy stared at his red shortsword. He sighed softly before he looked up and smiled.
"'Let's go meet that cute, big sister… and test our luck."'
Pictures flashed before his eyes.
In a solemn and dignified temple, the boy looked at the girl in front of him with a bitter as well resolute gaze.
"'Little Rascal…
"'If we just walk away and leave everything behind, I will be unable to catch my breath due to the guilt of running away…
"'We can't leave, we can't run away…"'
The ripples that served as his memories rose again. He saw himself in an extremely perilous situation. He was in a simple and crudely-made carriage. The boy shook his head and smiled at a middle-aged man who was smoking a pipe.
"'Whether you believe it or not, Putray...
'"I am convinced that in that unique battlefield, I'm the only one who can contend with him.
"'Capture me… and send me to Heroic Spirit Palace… back to Lampard."'
*Boom!*
Thales was about to lose it in the black storm, but at that moment, he took a deep breath.
He knew it.
He understood it.
'An object not tainted by any other things.
'So that's how it is!'
"Enough!"'
He saw weapons clash and people shoving each other screaming bloody murder. The boy was still in the damn hall. He climbed onto the table and screamed as he swung his small fist before several men in luxurious clothes. They had all been fighting.
"'You Northern barbarians... Listen to me very carefully!
"'I have an idea… And it's much better… than a no-win conclusion."'
As the pictures flashed in his mind, Thales' consciousness grew clearer, and he became more energetic.
*Clack… Bang!*
Thunder roared!
At that moment, Thales gritted his teeth silently in the dark, inky storm. He continued to resist it silently even though he was still powerless to fight against it.
*Whoosh!*
A gust of wind came charging at him and blew him higher until he lost track of how high he was.
The storm continued to howl and roar, while the ink blades remained painful.
However, just then, Thales stopped at the center of the storm's depth.
He no longer went back and forth with the wind, no longer rose and fell in pain.
It seemed like the terrible storm could no longer move him.
Thales slowly lifted his gaze and smiled faintly in a relaxed manner.
He looked down at his non-existent body, and with his mind, he stretched out his "left hand".
*Boom!* Black lightning flashed again.
It struck his side.
When that fierce bolt of lightning struck him, the black wind gathered itself, as though it had life, and rushed to Thales' left.
They broke down into numerous particles before they reassembled.
They formed the shape of an arm.
It looked like the storm had received an order. It roared and howled, blowing even more violently!
Thales did not even move or look at his newly-assembled left arm.
*Boom!*
Another terrifying thunderclap almost caused his eardrums to burst.
The storm raged, and the black wind enveloped Thales, causing him to tumble back and forth.
Thales' heart and mind were clear.
He knew what his anchor point was now.
'An object that will not be tainted by any other thing.
'Any other thing!'
*Bang!* The black typhoon howled, but Thales closed his eyes gently in the eye of the storm.
What should his anchor point be? Thales was a name he only acquired later on, a label born due to the situation he was in at that time.
His family name, Jadestar and his identity as a prince were also titles he acquired at some point and did not have at other points. It was given to him by other people, and it could also be taken back. It could not bear the test of time.
The Sin of Hell's River and mystic energy?
Those seemingly unique and powerful forces were actually nothing. According to Black Sword, if the strong and weak could not be determined, how could such forces that the world blindly sought for serve as an anchor point?
They were just icing on the cake of life. If they could be obtained and used, they could also be defeated and abandoned at any time.
Not to mention foreign objects such as JC, the Blade of Purification, and even Little Rascal's glasses.
All of them were not his.
What about his thoughts? His knowledge? His wisdom?
Similarly, they were not his. They were also instilled in him at some point in his life.
As for Wu Qiren, his identity as a transmigrator? The things he missed in the other world? No, even if they were in another world, those things were not his.
They were not his anchor points.
None of them pointed to himself.
Barely-discernible words echoed in Thales' ears.
"'But one day, you may have to make an important decision again, one that you could say, will be critical."'
He still saw the boy in the simple and solemn temple. The voice of the veiled high priestess sounded distant.
"'When you stand at a level and height no other existence can possibly imagine, and you become an existence that surprasses the limits of mortal minds… perhaps you will come to remember what I've said today."'
Thales remembered her gaze.
The High Priestess of Bright Moon Temple, Juwle Holme.
'Important decision.'
Thales laughed heartily, and his gaze was firm when he thought of it.
He did not move.
'I see, so this is the one.'
Through his entire life, everything…
In the end, what truly belonged to Thales Jadestar himself and was not tainted by other things, what could serve as his anchor point and pointed to himself… was and could only be one thing!
*Bang! Boom!*
The practically overflowing memories in Thales' mind trembled!
Countless pictures appeared in his head.
It was a quiet night in the vast desert. There was only quiet moonlight shining over it. A much more mature teenager stood wearily before a room. He looked at a bald man asleep on the bed, looked at the vital spot on the other person's throat, and gritted his teeth as he raised the dagger in his hand.
A few seconds later, the conflicted teenager exhaled. It seemed like he had been released of his burden as he decisively… lowered his dagger.
At that moment, Thales, who had lost control of himself, suddenly blinked!
'The anchor point…'
His face tensed. He screamed in the deafening storm, shouting the answer that belonged to him alone—
"Decision—"
That instant, all the rampaging noises seemingly fell silent!
Thales' roar was the only thing that broke through the sky and resounded in the world!
"...Decision!"
Almost simultaneously, the uncontrollable storm howled fiercely as several black bolts of lightning flashed by.
*Krashh!*
As the black wind blew, an intact left hand appeared at the end of Thales' newly-formed left arm. It looked like it was a physical entity built by wind and sand.
Thales' scream faded away, and he held up his new left hand with a faint smile.
'Decision.
'That's right.'
After he arrived in the world, in his short and exciting life… what truly belonged to Thales Jadestar alone and only something he could make… were his decisions.
During the fourteen years of his life, in every scene, every crossroad he faced, and every dilemma he faced… he made every single one of his decisions without outside interference, and without being affected by others. He made those decisions on his own with all his power, a clear mind, and a willingness to fully bear the consequences!
*Boom!* Lightning flashed continuously.
Left hand, left arm, right hand, torso, left leg, right leg…
Part by part, Thales' body materialized in the mysterious storm like it had just been reassembled in space.
Every time the black wind roared and black lightning struck, another part of Thales would be formed.
It was as if he had just emerged from water, and his mind had just cleared up.
Thales stared calmly and indifferently at the endless deep space in front of him.
All was false before life and death.
He lowered his head and silently stared at the familiar but also unfamiliar scratches on his left hand. He slowly furled his fist.
Everything he gained belonged to someone else.
*Boom!*
Thales fixed his eyes on the dark storm around him. He watched them pass by him over and over again to form his other body parts.
His mind was incredibly clear.
His thoughts were not muddled.
Only by making choices could he obtain his freedom.
Only his decisions were not bound by anything. It belonged solely to him!
It was the one thing of his that pointed to himself right from the start to the end. Plus, it was not tainted by anything else!
Thales' decisions!
*Boom!*
The last crackle of thunder roared. When Thales' body was finally fully-formed at the center of the storm…
*Whoosh——*'
The last gust of wind blew at him before it traveled further into the distance. It also became weaker.
It turned into a pleasant and comfortable breeze.
The storm disappeared.
There was no audible thunder.
All the racket and violence stopped abruptly at the same time.
Thales slowly raised his head and stretched his arms in the air to feel his change.
'So…
'This is "losing control"?'
The teenager smiled.
At that moment, his mind was completely unclouded.
He could only see the clear sky.
Bright, clean and clear...
'So… that's how it is.'
The next moment, Thales gently closed his eyes.
And when he opened his eyes again…
"Stay calm!
"Guard the hostage!"
In the dark dungeon, Stake pressed a dagger against Marina's throat. He roared wildly and madly at the people in front of him.
"Stay back, Knight of Judgment!
"The hostages are in my hands! No matter what tricks you've prepared with the brat who disappeared…"
On the other side, the Masked Protector was still under the control of the four Shadow Assassins. Quick Rope and Tampa were also being threatened by the assassins. They were trembling.
He understood now.
Zakriel raised the saber in his left hand with a fury he could not hide as he stood on the other side of the chaotic situation. He swept his gaze over the assassins in front of him,
"The prince is no longer here. Do you think I care?"
In the chaotic situation, the assassins' breathing, the hostages' cries of pain, the Masked Protector's struggle against his chains, the friction from the weapons in people's hands, and the arguments from both sides were mixed together!
Stake clenched his teeth as he spoke angrily.
"Try it then—"
But Stake suddenly stopped speaking.
He was not the only one.
Everyone was stunned.
*Tap, tap, tap*
Gentle footsteps echoed.
The people's gazes were focused on one place.
All of them were cast on the sudden appearance of a teenager.
The dungeon returned to silence, but immediately after, it was broken.
"You… Prince… How did you… You disappeared just now… Now you…"
Stake stared at Thales in shock. He spoke falteringly. He could not even speak in complete sentences.
His gaze continued to move between Thales and the silver sword, which was stuck in the ground.
He looked like he had just seen Thales crawling out of the ground.
'So…
'I disappeared just now?' the prince thought plainly.
'Seems like I scared them quite badly.'
"How did you do it, child?" Behind him, Zakriel was equally stunned and in disbelief.
'Was it… the magic from Alchemy Tower?'
In the distance, Marina still struggled, Quick Rope blinked curiously, and the dejected Tampa did not seem to have noticed anything.
The bound Yodel remained motionless. He did not show any of his emotions.
Thales nodded at him and smiled.
He suddenly remembered the conversation between the two of them in the past.
"'No.
"'You will be better than him.
"'I know that you have within yourself something that he does not."'
Thales sighed and stretched out his right hand. Ricky's longsword was pulled out of the ground, and he brandished it.
The silver blade flashed, and the tip of the sword looked eerie.
However, the prince's gaze was no longer on the sword.
He thought it was amazing.
The current him could sense many things.
'The dust, dirt, scrap wood, and tunnels in the prison…
'The position of both the enemy and myself, their breathing, their secrets…'
\Nevertheless, at the moment, Thales was completely different from the time he fought in Dragon Clouds City against Giza. He was not as tired, scared, and anxious.
Right then, he was absolutely indifferent and calm.
It was as if all impulses and recklessness had faded away from him.
Only rationality remained.
That was not all.
Thales cast a slight glance on all the people before him.
He was different.
He felt it.
Now, he could do a lot of things.
But the most important thing was…
He was very much awake now.
"Let them go, Stake."
Before the people's astounded gazes, Thales stared indifferently at the dagger-wielding Stake.
"I'll only say this once."
Stake breathed in a daze. Then, while still completely amazed, he accepted the fact that the prince had appeared again.
'Not now.
'Now, I must solve the current situation.
'I still have the advantage. With this weak and indecisive prince present, everything will be more successful…'
Stake smiled coldly when he thought of that.
"Watch, Your Highness." Stake placed the dagger against Marina's throat again as he threatened, "I will also only do this once…"
Thales chuckled as he enjoyed being in that state. It was something he rarely felt on his person.
"Go on, then."
Stake's eyebrows were furrowed.
'What's happening?
'This brat…
'No.'
He had to make him aware of the situation.
"You've become confident, Your Highness."
Stake looked at Thales' smile. He clenched his teeth and pushed his hand. "But sometimes, it's not good…"
Right as he was about to attack, Stake was shocked!
'What?'
He realized that something was not right.
The leader of Shadow Shield quickly looked down.
His pupils expanded after he saw what was before his eyes!
"Are you looking for this?"
Thales smiled in a calm and composed manner. He lifted a dagger Stake was familiar with in his left hand.
"It looks like you slipped, Stake."
*Clang!*
Thales loosened his grip and dropped Stake's dagger to the floor. He smiled warmly.
That feeling of being in control of everything… He liked being in that state very much.
That instant, Zakriel frowned, and Stake's expression froze.
The leader of the assassins stared blankly at his empty hand, then at the dagger by Thales' foot.
'That…
'That dagger…
'How—'
He subcounsciously took a step back.
As the flames swayed, many people gasped. The Shadow Shield assassins stared at the dagger on the floor, and faint puzzlement began to creep into their hearts.
Zakriel frowned too.
Stake's breathing grew rapid, and his left hand trembled inconspicuously.
The leader of assassins jerked his head up and clenched his teeth.
"What was that? What trick was that? A psionic ability? Magic?"
He stared at the prince.
Firelight shone on the prince's face in the dark prison, highlighting his indifferent expression.
"I just told you." Thales winked and shook his head. Then, he sincerely said, "Your hand slipped."
Stake suddenly turned around and ordered another man in a decisive manner,
"Do it! Kill the one named Wya…"
*Clang!*
Stake's words froze in the air again.
He stared at Thales in a daze.
The prince smiled and gently unfurled his left hand.
*Clang!*
At least three daggers fell from his hands to the ground with loud clanks.
The assassin behind Quick Rope looked incredulously at his empty hand. At some point, all the weapons in his hands had gone missing.
"I think, all their hands slipped." Thales smiled and raised his left hand, throwing the last dagger on the floor.
Stake widened his eyes.
'No.
'No…
'This is impossible…'
At that point, all the assassins behind Quick Rope and Tampa as well as the ones around them were suddenly unarmed!
The feeling of losing their weapons was always bad.
In a brief second, the puzzled and confused assassins burst into an uproar. They subconsciously stepped back!
Zakriel suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise as he observed the situation. He instinctively lifted his saber and faced his enemies, who were now in a disadvantage. "What is this…"
"Stay calm!'
Stake clenched his teeth when the situation suddenly went out of control. He pushed Marina back!
The leader of the assassins resolutely raised the Alchemy Ball with his left hand and tried to force the aggressive Knight of Judgment back. "Damn it. If you dare take a step forward, I'll throw it—"
But the next moment, Thales' laughter drowned out his words.
"You mean this little thing?"
The noise in the area stopped abruptly.
One second, two seconds...
He heard sharp intakes of breaths.
In the absolute silence, the prince stepped forward in a relaxed manner with his sword in hand.
He raised his left hand indifferently under everyone's gazes.
'No.'
Stake stared at the prince's left hand in a daze and retracted his arm with a stupefied expression.
'No.'
However, just as he expected, there was nothing… in his palm.
"I don't like it. A bad woman once kidnapped me using it…"
Thales pouted and observed the ball in his hand. He looked at the strange inscriptions on the metal casing and suddenly felt a sense of cordiality with it.
Stake stared at the sight before him in a daze.
He stared at the prince who was holding the Alchemy Ball, then at the Knight of Judgment who had narrowed his eyes and lifted his saber.
He stared at the daggers lying quietly on the ground.
'No.'
He suddenly felt his arm begin to tremble.
"But, the feeling I have when I hold it in my hand…"
The Prince of Constellation looked up and opened his mouth.
He stared at the assassins' pale faces and grinned, something that had not been visible on his face for a long time.
"...is actually pretty good."
'No.'
At that moment, Stake was in a daze as he stared at Thales' grin.
He could only feel his body grow cold.
…..
In a strange space not known to others, a man with a blurry face and surrounded by thick fog moved slightly.
He looked at another spot.
"That brat… actually managed to succeed with that method?" he mumbled to himself.
'Hmm, looks like…
'The anchor point—a dangerous method that only exists in theory and one that nobody has ever managed to successfully use—still has a trace of feasibility.'
He smiled and shook his head. Soon after, he turned around and disappeared into the blurry world.
He left behind two vigilant and fierce gazes. They stared at him from the distance, not daring to approach him.
They could only continue to search through the space in vain.
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Far, far away...
In the narrow and simple but bright, warm tavern cellar…
"'I probably won't be able to escape. But they'll be able to live…'"
A battered boy in shaggy clothes clenched his fists.
He raised his head and looked at the heroic and valiant-looking brunette who had a pair of khukuris strapped to her ankles and forced a smile.
"'I have to depart to Red Street Market now."'
'That was…' he tried to think in his blurry state.
*Boom… Boom!*
A loud thunderclap sounded, and his thoughts became clear because of it. Then, he saw another scene.
It was a magnificent hall built in the shape of a semicircle. The same boy who seemed to be dressed in beautiful clothes and gorgeous ornaments, but was actually badly injured, stood before many important officials. They were dressed in luxurious clothing and had stern expressions as well as dignified mannerisms…
"'Yes, Duke Covendier. … It was I who saved your life…"'
He bit his lip stubbornly, but the manner in which he did it also made it seem like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He faced another young, round-faced man with an unpleasant expression and spoke.
"So, you're the one who owes me a word of thanks."'
That was…
Thales' breathing quickened. He felt as if there was some sort of emotion stirring in his heart.
He felt his consciousness tremble. The illusions that once mystified him appeared again. He saw the realm, which he could touch if he just extended his hand.
Supremacy.
Omnipotence.
Perfection.
The tempting call.
However, those temptations could no longer affect what he saw in front of him.
Thales' vision only blurred for a second before he shook his head firmly to shake them off.
"'Wait!"'
It was still the boy's voice.
This time, his face was covered in dust, and his hands were bound. Nonetheless, he still sat on a big black coffin with a forced smile on his face. His smile was directed towards an incredibly coquettish but extremely dangerous woman.
"'I heard that there's a Mystic in here? He's even the type that can be let out."'
The boy kicked the coffin board with a haughty face.
"'Do you want to meet him?"'
The dangerous woman smiled, revealing her hideous-looking fangs.
'It's her.'
Thales smiled as he drifted in the storm.
'It's me.
'It's us.'
The next moment, the storm roared again, but they were seamlessly replaced by another similar but different sound.
Battle cries...
The sky was filled with battle cries. The cries rose and fell while blood was shed, while people died, while battles broke out all over the place.
"'No matter what Sonia chooses, it will be a predicament.…"'
As countless people fought with their lives on the line and fought until they had lost all rational thought, the boy stood at the center of the crowd who protected him, panting. He could not suppress his nervousness.
"'We can only choose for Lady Sasere.
"'This is to eliminate her indecisiveness and hesitance."'
To the surprise of others, the boy stared at the terrifying man before him who was filled with murderous aura. The man seemed to possess endless vitality, and he breathed like a volcano.
The boy peered at the silvery-black bow behind the man and pointed at the flags in the north, which covered the sky. He gritted his teeth and said, "'Prepare to break out of the encirclement."'
*Bang, boom!*
Thales clenched his teeth in the black storm as he was tormented by the pain in his body and the thoughts that filled his mind. But he smiled.
'I see… So that's how it is.'
"'That's enough!"'
A decisive and resolute roar broke the darkness and silence in his memory.
In the crudely-made hall, the boy's expression was calm under the illumination of a flaming brazier. At that moment, his footsteps were steadfast, and he kept moving forward. He walked past a pale man with a cold expression and a blade on his back. He walked past a silent old man who wore a crown and had an awe-inspiring presence.
He went towards a horrified, spectacled girl who knelt on the ground as she cried in agony with a ring on her palm. He did not hesitate to hold her arm.
He pulled her behind him.
"'She will stay with me tonight!
"'You bunch of lunatics!"'
Thales' smile became broader as he looked at those memories of the past.
The flame in his heart burned stronger.
"'The sword's name is the Blade of Purification..."'
The boy stood in front of a man who was holding a black sword. They were in a district now ruined and filled with misery. The boy stared at his red shortsword. He sighed softly before he looked up and smiled.
"'Let's go meet that cute, big sister… and test our luck."'
Pictures flashed before his eyes.
In a solemn and dignified temple, the boy looked at the girl in front of him with a bitter as well resolute gaze.
"'Little Rascal…
"'If we just walk away and leave everything behind, I will be unable to catch my breath due to the guilt of running away…
"'We can't leave, we can't run away…"'
The ripples that served as his memories rose again. He saw himself in an extremely perilous situation. He was in a simple and crudely-made carriage. The boy shook his head and smiled at a middle-aged man who was smoking a pipe.
"'Whether you believe it or not, Putray...
'"I am convinced that in that unique battlefield, I'm the only one who can contend with him.
"'Capture me… and send me to Heroic Spirit Palace… back to Lampard."'
*Boom!*
Thales was about to lose it in the black storm, but at that moment, he took a deep breath.
He knew it.
He understood it.
'An object not tainted by any other things.
'So that's how it is!'
"Enough!"'
He saw weapons clash and people shoving each other screaming bloody murder. The boy was still in the damn hall. He climbed onto the table and screamed as he swung his small fist before several men in luxurious clothes. They had all been fighting.
"'You Northern barbarians... Listen to me very carefully!
"'I have an idea… And it's much better… than a no-win conclusion."'
As the pictures flashed in his mind, Thales' consciousness grew clearer, and he became more energetic.
*Clack… Bang!*
Thunder roared!
At that moment, Thales gritted his teeth silently in the dark, inky storm. He continued to resist it silently even though he was still powerless to fight against it.
*Whoosh!*
A gust of wind came charging at him and blew him higher until he lost track of how high he was.
The storm continued to howl and roar, while the ink blades remained painful.
However, just then, Thales stopped at the center of the storm's depth.
He no longer went back and forth with the wind, no longer rose and fell in pain.
It seemed like the terrible storm could no longer move him.
Thales slowly lifted his gaze and smiled faintly in a relaxed manner.
He looked down at his non-existent body, and with his mind, he stretched out his "left hand".
*Boom!* Black lightning flashed again.
It struck his side.
When that fierce bolt of lightning struck him, the black wind gathered itself, as though it had life, and rushed to Thales' left.
They broke down into numerous particles before they reassembled.
They formed the shape of an arm.
It looked like the storm had received an order. It roared and howled, blowing even more violently!
Thales did not even move or look at his newly-assembled left arm.
*Boom!*
Another terrifying thunderclap almost caused his eardrums to burst.
The storm raged, and the black wind enveloped Thales, causing him to tumble back and forth.
Thales' heart and mind were clear.
He knew what his anchor point was now.
'An object that will not be tainted by any other thing.
'Any other thing!'
*Bang!* The black typhoon howled, but Thales closed his eyes gently in the eye of the storm.
What should his anchor point be? Thales was a name he only acquired later on, a label born due to the situation he was in at that time.
His family name, Jadestar and his identity as a prince were also titles he acquired at some point and did not have at other points. It was given to him by other people, and it could also be taken back. It could not bear the test of time.
The Sin of Hell's River and mystic energy?
Those seemingly unique and powerful forces were actually nothing. According to Black Sword, if the strong and weak could not be determined, how could such forces that the world blindly sought for serve as an anchor point?
They were just icing on the cake of life. If they could be obtained and used, they could also be defeated and abandoned at any time.
Not to mention foreign objects such as JC, the Blade of Purification, and even Little Rascal's glasses.
All of them were not his.
What about his thoughts? His knowledge? His wisdom?
Similarly, they were not his. They were also instilled in him at some point in his life.
As for Wu Qiren, his identity as a transmigrator? The things he missed in the other world? No, even if they were in another world, those things were not his.
They were not his anchor points.
None of them pointed to himself.
Barely-discernible words echoed in Thales' ears.
"'But one day, you may have to make an important decision again, one that you could say, will be critical."'
He still saw the boy in the simple and solemn temple. The voice of the veiled high priestess sounded distant.
"'When you stand at a level and height no other existence can possibly imagine, and you become an existence that surprasses the limits of mortal minds… perhaps you will come to remember what I've said today."'
Thales remembered her gaze.
The High Priestess of Bright Moon Temple, Juwle Holme.
'Important decision.'
Thales laughed heartily, and his gaze was firm when he thought of it.
He did not move.
'I see, so this is the one.'
Through his entire life, everything…
In the end, what truly belonged to Thales Jadestar himself and was not tainted by other things, what could serve as his anchor point and pointed to himself… was and could only be one thing!
*Bang! Boom!*
The practically overflowing memories in Thales' mind trembled!
Countless pictures appeared in his head.
It was a quiet night in the vast desert. There was only quiet moonlight shining over it. A much more mature teenager stood wearily before a room. He looked at a bald man asleep on the bed, looked at the vital spot on the other person's throat, and gritted his teeth as he raised the dagger in his hand.
A few seconds later, the conflicted teenager exhaled. It seemed like he had been released of his burden as he decisively… lowered his dagger.
At that moment, Thales, who had lost control of himself, suddenly blinked!
'The anchor point…'
His face tensed. He screamed in the deafening storm, shouting the answer that belonged to him alone—
"Decision—"
That instant, all the rampaging noises seemingly fell silent!
Thales' roar was the only thing that broke through the sky and resounded in the world!
"...Decision!"
Almost simultaneously, the uncontrollable storm howled fiercely as several black bolts of lightning flashed by.
*Krashh!*
As the black wind blew, an intact left hand appeared at the end of Thales' newly-formed left arm. It looked like it was a physical entity built by wind and sand.
Thales' scream faded away, and he held up his new left hand with a faint smile.
'Decision.
'That's right.'
After he arrived in the world, in his short and exciting life… what truly belonged to Thales Jadestar alone and only something he could make… were his decisions.
During the fourteen years of his life, in every scene, every crossroad he faced, and every dilemma he faced… he made every single one of his decisions without outside interference, and without being affected by others. He made those decisions on his own with all his power, a clear mind, and a willingness to fully bear the consequences!
*Boom!* Lightning flashed continuously.
Left hand, left arm, right hand, torso, left leg, right leg…
Part by part, Thales' body materialized in the mysterious storm like it had just been reassembled in space.
Every time the black wind roared and black lightning struck, another part of Thales would be formed.
It was as if he had just emerged from water, and his mind had just cleared up.
Thales stared calmly and indifferently at the endless deep space in front of him.
All was false before life and death.
He lowered his head and silently stared at the familiar but also unfamiliar scratches on his left hand. He slowly furled his fist.
Everything he gained belonged to someone else.
*Boom!*
Thales fixed his eyes on the dark storm around him. He watched them pass by him over and over again to form his other body parts.
His mind was incredibly clear.
His thoughts were not muddled.
Only by making choices could he obtain his freedom.
Only his decisions were not bound by anything. It belonged solely to him!
It was the one thing of his that pointed to himself right from the start to the end. Plus, it was not tainted by anything else!
Thales' decisions!
*Boom!*
The last crackle of thunder roared. When Thales' body was finally fully-formed at the center of the storm…
*Whoosh——*'
The last gust of wind blew at him before it traveled further into the distance. It also became weaker.
It turned into a pleasant and comfortable breeze.
The storm disappeared.
There was no audible thunder.
All the racket and violence stopped abruptly at the same time.
Thales slowly raised his head and stretched his arms in the air to feel his change.
'So…
'This is "losing control"?'
The teenager smiled.
At that moment, his mind was completely unclouded.
He could only see the clear sky.
Bright, clean and clear...
'So… that's how it is.'
The next moment, Thales gently closed his eyes.
And when he opened his eyes again…
"Stay calm!
"Guard the hostage!"
In the dark dungeon, Stake pressed a dagger against Marina's throat. He roared wildly and madly at the people in front of him.
"Stay back, Knight of Judgment!
"The hostages are in my hands! No matter what tricks you've prepared with the brat who disappeared…"
On the other side, the Masked Protector was still under the control of the four Shadow Assassins. Quick Rope and Tampa were also being threatened by the assassins. They were trembling.
He understood now.
Zakriel raised the saber in his left hand with a fury he could not hide as he stood on the other side of the chaotic situation. He swept his gaze over the assassins in front of him,
"The prince is no longer here. Do you think I care?"
In the chaotic situation, the assassins' breathing, the hostages' cries of pain, the Masked Protector's struggle against his chains, the friction from the weapons in people's hands, and the arguments from both sides were mixed together!
Stake clenched his teeth as he spoke angrily.
"Try it then—"
But Stake suddenly stopped speaking.
He was not the only one.
Everyone was stunned.
*Tap, tap, tap*
Gentle footsteps echoed.
The people's gazes were focused on one place.
All of them were cast on the sudden appearance of a teenager.
The dungeon returned to silence, but immediately after, it was broken.
"You… Prince… How did you… You disappeared just now… Now you…"
Stake stared at Thales in shock. He spoke falteringly. He could not even speak in complete sentences.
His gaze continued to move between Thales and the silver sword, which was stuck in the ground.
He looked like he had just seen Thales crawling out of the ground.
'So…
'I disappeared just now?' the prince thought plainly.
'Seems like I scared them quite badly.'
"How did you do it, child?" Behind him, Zakriel was equally stunned and in disbelief.
'Was it… the magic from Alchemy Tower?'
In the distance, Marina still struggled, Quick Rope blinked curiously, and the dejected Tampa did not seem to have noticed anything.
The bound Yodel remained motionless. He did not show any of his emotions.
Thales nodded at him and smiled.
He suddenly remembered the conversation between the two of them in the past.
"'No.
"'You will be better than him.
"'I know that you have within yourself something that he does not."'
Thales sighed and stretched out his right hand. Ricky's longsword was pulled out of the ground, and he brandished it.
The silver blade flashed, and the tip of the sword looked eerie.
However, the prince's gaze was no longer on the sword.
He thought it was amazing.
The current him could sense many things.
'The dust, dirt, scrap wood, and tunnels in the prison…
'The position of both the enemy and myself, their breathing, their secrets…'
\Nevertheless, at the moment, Thales was completely different from the time he fought in Dragon Clouds City against Giza. He was not as tired, scared, and anxious.
Right then, he was absolutely indifferent and calm.
It was as if all impulses and recklessness had faded away from him.
Only rationality remained.
That was not all.
Thales cast a slight glance on all the people before him.
He was different.
He felt it.
Now, he could do a lot of things.
But the most important thing was…
He was very much awake now.
"Let them go, Stake."
Before the people's astounded gazes, Thales stared indifferently at the dagger-wielding Stake.
"I'll only say this once."
Stake breathed in a daze. Then, while still completely amazed, he accepted the fact that the prince had appeared again.
'Not now.
'Now, I must solve the current situation.
'I still have the advantage. With this weak and indecisive prince present, everything will be more successful…'
Stake smiled coldly when he thought of that.
"Watch, Your Highness." Stake placed the dagger against Marina's throat again as he threatened, "I will also only do this once…"
Thales chuckled as he enjoyed being in that state. It was something he rarely felt on his person.
"Go on, then."
Stake's eyebrows were furrowed.
'What's happening?
'This brat…
'No.'
He had to make him aware of the situation.
"You've become confident, Your Highness."
Stake looked at Thales' smile. He clenched his teeth and pushed his hand. "But sometimes, it's not good…"
Right as he was about to attack, Stake was shocked!
'What?'
He realized that something was not right.
The leader of Shadow Shield quickly looked down.
His pupils expanded after he saw what was before his eyes!
"Are you looking for this?"
Thales smiled in a calm and composed manner. He lifted a dagger Stake was familiar with in his left hand.
"It looks like you slipped, Stake."
*Clang!*
Thales loosened his grip and dropped Stake's dagger to the floor. He smiled warmly.
That feeling of being in control of everything… He liked being in that state very much.
That instant, Zakriel frowned, and Stake's expression froze.
The leader of the assassins stared blankly at his empty hand, then at the dagger by Thales' foot.
'That…
'That dagger…
'How—'
He subcounsciously took a step back.
As the flames swayed, many people gasped. The Shadow Shield assassins stared at the dagger on the floor, and faint puzzlement began to creep into their hearts.
Zakriel frowned too.
Stake's breathing grew rapid, and his left hand trembled inconspicuously.
The leader of assassins jerked his head up and clenched his teeth.
"What was that? What trick was that? A psionic ability? Magic?"
He stared at the prince.
Firelight shone on the prince's face in the dark prison, highlighting his indifferent expression.
"I just told you." Thales winked and shook his head. Then, he sincerely said, "Your hand slipped."
Stake suddenly turned around and ordered another man in a decisive manner,
"Do it! Kill the one named Wya…"
*Clang!*
Stake's words froze in the air again.
He stared at Thales in a daze.
The prince smiled and gently unfurled his left hand.
*Clang!*
At least three daggers fell from his hands to the ground with loud clanks.
The assassin behind Quick Rope looked incredulously at his empty hand. At some point, all the weapons in his hands had gone missing.
"I think, all their hands slipped." Thales smiled and raised his left hand, throwing the last dagger on the floor.
Stake widened his eyes.
'No.
'No…
'This is impossible…'
At that point, all the assassins behind Quick Rope and Tampa as well as the ones around them were suddenly unarmed!
The feeling of losing their weapons was always bad.
In a brief second, the puzzled and confused assassins burst into an uproar. They subconsciously stepped back!
Zakriel suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise as he observed the situation. He instinctively lifted his saber and faced his enemies, who were now in a disadvantage. "What is this…"
"Stay calm!'
Stake clenched his teeth when the situation suddenly went out of control. He pushed Marina back!
The leader of the assassins resolutely raised the Alchemy Ball with his left hand and tried to force the aggressive Knight of Judgment back. "Damn it. If you dare take a step forward, I'll throw it—"
But the next moment, Thales' laughter drowned out his words.
"You mean this little thing?"
The noise in the area stopped abruptly.
One second, two seconds...
He heard sharp intakes of breaths.
In the absolute silence, the prince stepped forward in a relaxed manner with his sword in hand.
He raised his left hand indifferently under everyone's gazes.
'No.'
Stake stared at the prince's left hand in a daze and retracted his arm with a stupefied expression.
'No.'
However, just as he expected, there was nothing… in his palm.
"I don't like it. A bad woman once kidnapped me using it…"
Thales pouted and observed the ball in his hand. He looked at the strange inscriptions on the metal casing and suddenly felt a sense of cordiality with it.
Stake stared at the sight before him in a daze.
He stared at the prince who was holding the Alchemy Ball, then at the Knight of Judgment who had narrowed his eyes and lifted his saber.
He stared at the daggers lying quietly on the ground.
'No.'
He suddenly felt his arm begin to tremble.
"But, the feeling I have when I hold it in my hand…"
The Prince of Constellation looked up and opened his mouth.
He stared at the assassins' pale faces and grinned, something that had not been visible on his face for a long time.
"...is actually pretty good."
'No.'
At that moment, Stake was in a daze as he stared at Thales' grin.
He could only feel his body grow cold.
…..
In a strange space not known to others, a man with a blurry face and surrounded by thick fog moved slightly.
He looked at another spot.
"That brat… actually managed to succeed with that method?" he mumbled to himself.
'Hmm, looks like…
'The anchor point—a dangerous method that only exists in theory and one that nobody has ever managed to successfully use—still has a trace of feasibility.'
He smiled and shook his head. Soon after, he turned around and disappeared into the blurry world.
He left behind two vigilant and fierce gazes. They stared at him from the distance, not daring to approach him.
They could only continue to search through the space in vain.
Far, far away...In the narrow and simple but bright, warm tavern cellar"'I probably won't be able to escape. But they'll be able to live'"A battered boy in shaggy clothes clenched his fists.He raised his head and looked at the heroic and valiant-looking brunette who had a pair of khukuris strapped to her ankles and forced a smile."'I have to depart to Red Street Market now."''That was'he tried to think in his blurry state.*Boom Boom!*A loud thunderclap sounded, and his thoughts became clear because of it. Then, he saw another scene.It was a magnificent hall built in the shape of a semicircle. The same boy who seemed to be dressed in beautiful clothes and gorgeous ornaments, but was actually badly injured, stood before many important officials. They were dressed in luxurious clothing and had stern expressions as well as dignified mannerisms"'Yes, Duke Covendier. It was I who saved your life"'He bit his lip stubbornly, but the manner in which he did it also made it seem like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He faced another young, round-faced man with an unpleasant expression and spoke."So, you're the one who owes me a word of thanks."'That wasThales' breathing quickened. He felt as if there was some sort of emotion stirring in his heart.He felt his consciousness tremble. The illusions that once mystified him appeared again. He saw the realm, which he could touch if he just extended his hand.Supremacy.Omnipotence.Perfection.The tempting call.However, those temptations could no longer affect what he saw in front of him.Thales' vision only blurred for a second before he shook his head firmly to shake them off."'Wait!"'It was still the boy's voice.This time, his face was covered in dust, and his hands were bound. Nonetheless, he still sat on a big black coffin with a forced smile on his face. His smile was directed towards an incredibly coquettish but extremely dangerous woman."'I heard that there's a Mystic in here? He's even the type that can be let out."'The boy kicked the coffin board with a haughty face."'Do you want to meet him?"'The dangerous woman smiled, revealing her hideous-looking fangs.'It's her.'Thales smiled as he drifted in the storm.'It's me.'It's us.'The next moment, the storm roared again, but they were seamlessly replaced by another similar but different sound.Battle cries...The sky was filled with battle cries. The cries rose and fell while blood was shed, while people died, while battles broke out all over the place."'No matter what Sonia chooses, it will be a predicament."'As countless people fought with their lives on the line and fought until they had lost all rational thought, the boy stood at the center of the crowd who protected him, panting. He could not suppress his nervousness."'We can only choose for Lady Sasere."'This is to eliminate her indecisiveness and hesitance."'To the surprise of others, the boy stared at the terrifying man before him who was filled with murderous aura. The man seemed to possess endless vitality, and he breathed like a volcano.The boy peered at the silvery-black bow behind the man and pointed at the flags in the north, which covered the sky. He gritted his teeth and said, "'Prepare to break out of the encirclement."'*Bang, boom!*Thales clenched his teeth in the black storm as he was tormented by the pain in his body and the thoughts that filled his mind. But he smiled.'I see So that's how it is.'"'That's enough!"'A decisive and resolute roar broke the darkness and silence in hismemory.In the crudely-made hall, the boy's expression was calm under the illumination of a flaming brazier. At that moment, his footsteps were steadfast, and he kept moving forward. He walked past a pale man with a cold expression and a blade on his back. He walked past a silent old man who wore a crown and had an awe-inspiring presence.He went towards a horrified, spectacled girl who knelt on the ground as she cried in agony with a ring on her palm. He did not hesitate to hold her arm.He pulled her behind him."'She will stay with me tonight!"'You bunch of lunatics!"'Thales' smile became broader as he looked at those memories of the past.The flame in his heart burned stronger."'The sword's name is the Blade of Purification..."'The boy stood in front of a man who was holding a black sword. They were in a district now ruined and filled with misery. The boy stared at his red shortsword. He sighed softly before he looked up and smiled."'Let's go meet that cute, big sister and test our luck."'Pictures flashed before his eyes.In a solemn and dignified temple, the boy looked at the girl in front of him with a bitter as well resolute gaze."'Little Rascal"'If we just walk away and leave everything behind, I will be unable to catch my breath due to the guilt of running away"'We can't leave, we can't run away"'The ripples that served as his memories rose again. He saw himself in an extremely perilous situation. He was in a simple and crudely-made carriage. The boy shook his head and smiled at a middle-aged man who was smoking a pipe."'Whether you believe it or not, Putray...'"I am convinced that in that unique battlefield, I'm the only one who can contend with him."'Capture me and send me to Heroic Spirit Palace back to Lampard."'*Boom!*Thales was about to lose it in the black storm, but at that moment, he took a deep breath.He knew it.He understood it.'An object not tainted by any other things.'So that's how it is!'"Enough!"'He saw weapons clash and people shoving each other screaming bloody murder. The boy was still in the damn hall. He climbed onto the table and screamed as he swung his small fist before several men in luxurious clothes. They had all been fighting."'You Northern barbarians... Listen to me very carefully!"'I have an idea And it's much better than a no-win conclusion."'As the pictures flashed in his mind, Thales' consciousness grew clearer, and he became more energetic.*Clack Bang!*Thunder roared!At that moment, Thales gritted his teeth silently in the dark, inky storm. He continued to resist it silently even though he was still powerless to fight against it.*Whoosh!*A gust of wind came charging at him and blew him higher until he lost track of how high he was.The storm continued to howl and roar, while the ink blades remained painful.However, just then, Thales stopped at the center of the storm's depth.He no longer went back and forth with the wind, no longer rose and fell in pain.It seemed like the terrible storm could no longer move him.Thales slowly lifted his gaze and smiled faintly in a relaxed manner.He looked down at his non-existent body, and with his mind, he stretched out his "left hand".*Boom!* Black lightning flashed again.It struck his side.When that fierce bolt of lightning struck him, the black wind gathered itself, as though it had life, and rushed to Thales' left.They broke down into numerous particles before they reassembled.They formed the shape of an arm.It looked like the storm had received an order. It roared and howled, blowing even more violently!Thales did not even move or look at his newly-assembled left arm.*Boom!*Another terrifying thunderclap almost caused his eardrums to burst.The storm raged, and the black wind enveloped Thales, causing him to tumble back and forth.Thales' heart and mind were clear.He knew what his anchor point was now.'An object that will not be tainted by any other thing.'Any other thing!'*Bang!* The black typhoon howled, but Thales closed his eyes gently in the eye of the storm.What should his anchor point be? Thales was a name he only acquired later on, a label born due to the situation he was in at that time.His family name, Jadestar and his identity as a prince were also titles he acquired at some point and did not have at other points. It was given to him by other people, and it could also be taken back. It could not bear the test of time.The Sin of Hell's River and mystic energy?Those seemingly unique and powerful forces were actually nothing. According to Black Sword, if the strong and weak could not be determined, how could such forces that the world blindly sought for serve as an anchor point?They were just icing on the cake of life. If they could be obtained and used, they could also be defeated and abandoned at any time.Not to mention foreign objects such as JC, the Blade of Purification, and even Little Rascal's glasses.All of them were not his.What about his thoughts? His knowledge? His wisdom?Similarly, they were not his. They were also instilled in him at some point in his life.As for Wu Qiren, his identity as a transmigrator? The things he missed in the other world? No, even if they were in another world, those things were not his.They were not his anchor points.None of them pointed to himself.Barely-discernible words echoed in Thales' ears."'But one day, you may have to make an important decision again, one that you could say, will be critical."'He still saw the boy in the simple and solemn temple. The voice of the veiled high priestess sounded distant."'When you stand at a level and height no other existence can possibly imagine, and you become an existence that surprasses the limits of mortal minds perhaps you will come to remember what I've said today."'Thales remembered her gaze.The High Priestess of Bright Moon Temple, Juwle Holme.'Important decision.'Thales laughed heartily, and his gaze was firm when he thought of it.He did not move.'I see, so this is the one.'Through his entire life, everythingIn the end, what truly belonged to Thales Jadestar himself and was not tainted by other things, what could serve as his anchor point and pointed to himself was and could only be one thing!*Bang! Boom!*The practically overflowing memories in Thales' mind trembled!Countless pictures appeared in his head.It was a quiet night in the vast desert. There was only quiet moonlight shining over it. A much more mature teenager stood wearily before a room. He looked at a bald man asleep on the bed, looked at the vital spot on the other person's throat, and gritted his teeth as he raised the dagger in his hand.A few seconds later, the conflicted teenager exhaled. It seemed like he had been released of his burden as he decisively lowered his dagger.At that moment, Thales, who had lost control of himself, suddenly blinked!'The anchor point'His face tensed. He screamed in the deafening storm, shouting the answer that belonged to him alone"Decision"That instant, all the rampaging noises seemingly fell silent!Thales' roar was the only thing that broke through the sky and resounded in the world!"...Decision!"Almost simultaneously, the uncontrollable storm howled fiercely as several black bolts of lightning flashed by.*Krashh!*As the black wind blew, an intact left hand appeared at the end of Thales' newly-formed left arm. It looked like it was a physical entity built by wind and sand.Thales' scream faded away, and he held up his new left hand with a faint smile.'Decision.'That's right.'After he arrived in the world, in his short and exciting life what truly belonged to Thales Jadestar alone and only something he could make were his decisions.During the fourteen years of his life, in every scene, every crossroad he faced, and every dilemma he faced he made every single one of his decisions without outside interference, and without being affected by others. He made those decisions on his own with all his power, a clear mind, and a willingness to fully bear the consequences!*Boom!* Lightning flashed continuously.Left hand, left arm, right hand, torso, left leg, right legPart by part, Thales' body materialized in the mysterious storm like ithad just been reassembled in space.Every time the black wind roared and black lightning struck, another part of Thales would be formed.It was as if he had just emerged from water, and his mind had just cleared up.Thales stared calmly and indifferently at the endless deep space in front of him.All was false before life and death.He lowered his head and silently stared at the familiar but also unfamiliar scratches on his left hand. He slowly furled his fist.Everything he gained belonged to someone else.*Boom!*Thales fixed his eyes on the dark storm around him. He watched them pass by him over and over again to form his other body parts.His mind was incredibly clear.His thoughts were not muddled.Only by making choices could he obtain his freedom.Only his decisions were not bound by anything. It belonged solely to him!It was the one thing of his that pointed to himself right from the start to the end. Plus, it was not tainted by anything else!Thales' decisions!*Boom!*The last crackle of thunder roared. When Thales' body was finally fully-formed at the center of the storm*Whoosh*'The last gust of wind blew at him before it traveled further into the distance. It also became weaker.It turned into a pleasant and comfortable breeze.The storm disappeared.There was no audible thunder.All the racket and violence stopped abruptly at the same time.Thales slowly raised his head and stretched his arms in the air to feel his change.'So'This is "losing control"?'The teenager smiled.At that moment, his mind was completely unclouded.He could only see the clear sky.Bright, clean and clear...'So that's how it is.'The next moment, Thales gently closed his eyes.And when he opened his eyes again"Stay calm!"Guard the hostage!"In the dark dungeon, Stake pressed a dagger against Marina's throat. He roared wildly and madly at the people in front of him."Stay back, Knight of Judgment!"The hostages are in my hands! No matter what tricks you've prepared with the brat who disappeared"On the other side, the Masked Protector was still under the control of the four Shadow Assassins. Quick Rope and Tampa were also being threatened by the assassins. They were trembling.He understood now.Zakriel raised the saber in his left hand with a fury he could not hide as he stood on the other side of the chaotic situation. He swept his gaze over the assassins in front of him,"The prince is no longer here. Do you think I care?"In the chaotic situation, the assassins' breathing, the hostages' cries of pain, the Masked Protector's struggle against his chains, the friction from the weapons in people's hands, and the arguments from both sides were mixed together!Stake clenched his teeth as he spoke angrily."Try it then"But Stake suddenly stopped speaking.He was not the only one.Everyone was stunned.*Tap, tap, tap*Gentle footsteps echoed.The people's gazes were focused on one place.All of them were cast on the sudden appearance of a teenager.The dungeon returned to silence, but immediately after, it was broken."You Prince How did you You disappeared just now Now you"Stake stared at Thales in shock. He spoke falteringly. He could not even speak in complete sentences.His gaze continued to move between Thales and the silver sword, which was stuck in the ground.He looked like he had just seen Thales crawling out of the ground.'So'I disappeared just now?' the prince thought plainly.'Seems like I scared them quite badly.'"How did you do it, child?" Behind him, Zakriel was equally stunned andin disbelief.'Was it the magic from Alchemy Tower?'In the distance, Marina still struggled, Quick Rope blinked curiously, and the dejected Tampa did not seem to have noticed anything.The bound Yodel remained motionless. He did not show any of his emotions.Thales nodded at him and smiled.He suddenly remembered the conversation between the two of them in the past."'No."'You will be better than him."'I know that you have within yourself something that he does not."'Thales sighed and stretched out his right hand. Ricky's longsword was pulled out of the ground, and he brandished it.The silver blade flashed, and the tip of the sword looked eerie.However, the prince's gaze was no longer on the sword.He thought it was amazing.The current him could sense many things.'The dust, dirt, scrap wood, and tunnels in the prison'The position of both the enemy and myself, their breathing, their secrets'\Nevertheless, at the moment, Thales was completely different from the time he fought in Dragon Clouds City against Giza. He was not as tired, scared, and anxious.Right then, he was absolutely indifferent and calm.It was as if all impulses and recklessness had faded away from him.Only rationality remained.That was not all.Thales cast a slight glance on all the people before him.He was different.He felt it.Now, he could do a lot of things.But the most important thing wasHe was very much awake now."Let them go, Stake."Before the people's astounded gazes, Thales stared indifferently at the dagger-wielding Stake."I'll only say this once."Stake breathed in a daze. Then, while still completely amazed, he accepted the fact that the prince had appeared again.'Not now.'Now, I must solve the current situation.'I still have the advantage. With this weak and indecisive prince present, everything will be more successful'Stake smiled coldly when he thought of that."Watch, Your Highness." Stake placed the dagger against Marina's throat again as he threatened, "I will also only do this once"Thales chuckled as he enjoyed being in that state. It was something he rarely felt on his person."Go on, then."Stake's eyebrows were furrowed.'What's happening?'This brat'No.'He had to make him aware of the situation."You've become confident, Your Highness."Stake looked at Thales' smile. He clenched his teeth and pushed his hand. "But sometimes, it's not good"Right as he was about to attack, Stake was shocked!'What?'He realized that something was not right.The leader of Shadow Shield quickly looked down.His pupils expanded after he saw what was before his eyes!"Are you looking for this?"Thales smiled in a calm and composed manner. He lifted a dagger Stake was familiar with in his left hand."It looks like you slipped, Stake."*Clang!*Thales loosened his grip and dropped Stake's dagger to the floor. He smiled warmly.That feeling of being in control of everything He liked being in that state very much.That instant, Zakriel frowned, and Stake's expression froze.The leader of the assassins stared blankly at his empty hand, then at the dagger by Thales' foot.'That'That dagger'How'He subcounsciously took a step back.As the flames swayed, many people gasped. The Shadow Shield assassins stared at the dagger on the floor, and faint puzzlement began to creep into their hearts.Zakriel frowned too.Stake's breathing grew rapid, and his left hand trembled inconspicuously.The leader of assassins jerked his head up and clenched his teeth."What was that? What trick was that? A psionic ability? Magic?"He stared at the prince.Firelight shone on the prince's face in the dark prison, highlighting his indifferent expression."I just told you." Thales winked and shook his head. Then, he sincerely said, "Your hand slipped."Stake suddenly turned around and ordered another man in a decisive manner,"Do it! Kill the one named Wya"*Clang!*Stake's words froze in the air again.He stared at Thales in a daze.The prince smiled and gently unfurled his left hand.*Clang!*At least three daggers fell from his hands to the ground with loud clanks.The assassin behind Quick Rope looked incredulously at his empty hand. At some point, all the weapons in his hands had gone missing."I think, all their hands slipped." Thales smiled and raised his left hand, throwing the last dagger on the floor.Stake widened his eyes.'No.'No'This is impossible'At that point, all the assassins behind Quick Rope and Tampa as well as the ones around them were suddenly unarmed!The feeling of losing their weapons was always bad.In a brief second, the puzzled and confused assassins burst into an uproar. They subconsciously stepped back!Zakriel suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise as he observed the situation. He instinctively lifted his saber and faced his enemies, who were now in a disadvantage. "What is this""Stay calm!'Stake clenched his teeth when the situation suddenly went out of control. He pushed Marina back!The leader of the assassins resolutely raised the Alchemy Ball with his left hand and tried to force the aggressive Knight of Judgment back. "Damn it. If you dare take a step forward, I'll throw it"But the next moment, Thales' laughter drowned out his words."You mean this little thing?"The noise in the area stopped abruptly.One second, two seconds...He heard sharp intakes of breaths.In the absolute silence, the prince stepped forward in a relaxed manner with his sword in hand.He raised his left hand indifferently under everyone's gazes.'No.'Stake stared at the prince's left hand in a daze and retracted his arm with a stupefied expression.'No.'However, just as he expected, there was nothing in his palm."I don't like it. A bad woman once kidnapped me using it"Thales pouted and observed the ball in his hand. He looked at the strange inscriptions on the metal casing and suddenly felt a sense of cordiality with it.Stake stared at the sight before him in a daze.He stared at the prince who was holding the Alchemy Ball, then at the Knight of Judgment who had narrowed his eyes and lifted his saber.He stared at the daggers lying quietly on the ground.'No.'He suddenly felt his arm begin to tremble."But, the feeling I have when I hold it in my hand"The Prince of Constellation looked up and opened his mouth.He stared at the assassins' pale faces and grinned, something that had not been visible on his face for a long time."...is actually pretty good."'No.'At that moment, Stake was in a daze as he stared at Thales' grin.He could only feel his body grow cold...In a strange space not known to others, a man with a blurry face and surrounded by thick fog moved slightly.He looked at another spot."That brat actually managed to succeed with that method?" he mumbled to himself.'Hmm, looks like'The anchor pointa dangerous method that only exists in theory and one that nobody has ever managed to successfully usestill has a trace of feasibility.'He smiled and shook his head. Soon after, he turned around and disappeared into the blurry world.He left behind two vigilant and fierce gazes. They stared at him from the distance, not daring to approach him. They could only continue to search through the space in vain.
