Chapter 164
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The next moment he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at the luxurious ceiling of his chamber in New Casablanca's battle center. An odd sense of reality hit his mind as he couldn't help but touch his face to confirm that he was back in his body.
"The differences are minute, but they exist…", he mumbled as he now noticed the subtle differences between the game and reality.
He applied some strength on his waist and got up from the cerebral link without difficulty. Although he had been logged on for nearly a week, his body was strong enough to avoid any potential side effects from the lack of exercise. His joints popped as his blood began circulating faster in his veins, and he began executing mild and soft moves of the Massin martial art.
He circulated some energy in his meridians and felt the walls of his meridian get flooded with waves of energy that tumbled through his body. The process didn't take long as he stopped after a revolution. But the warming of his body was accelerated as his muscles and limb were gorged with blood and energy.
After a minute or two, he stopped his practice and went to the bathroom as he felt like taking a shower before leaving his room. The feeling of hot water running through his skin made him feel rejuvenated, and he finished cleaning himself shortly after enjoying the steamy liquid.
He stopped for a second in front of the mirror and looked at himself for a second. "What a pleasure to be back in my body.", he blurted whit a grin cracking on his lips.
"Now that I think about it, The avatar's base strength is quite inferior when compared to my current physique.", he thought while his hand moved toward the spot between his eyebrows. The conversation with the elder resurfaced in his mind, and his movement stopped for a split second before resuming.
A flash of light appeared for an instant before Soldier's Fortune appeared in the middle of his grasp. He traced through the steel with his other hand, and couldn't help but feel happy with his weapon at hand. He had fought for hours in battle league, but had always felt that something was lacking when he thought about those times. And that was his beloved weapon which had been with him since his first fights.
He put his sword to the side and donned a martial attire that was in his spatial pocket. When he finished, he couldn't help but grab his sword and execute a few strokes with it.
His movements were mild, and he did his utmost in exerting too much strength as he didn't want to damage the furniture in the room. The air parted in front of his weapon's path, and magnificent curves appeared in the air whenever his sword passed.
He played around for a little bit, his childish antics resurfaced, and he lost himself dancing with his sword. He only stopped when he nearly cut a table in half, he managed to stop his movement but destroyed a nearby curtain. With an ashamed laugh, he sheathed his sword in its scabbard and secured it in his waist.
"I'm not putting you back there, don't worry!", he exclaimed out loud as he meant that Soldier's Fortune would stay close to him.
During his fight against the virtual immortal, he had thought about his link with his weapon and had felt that always storing Soldier's Fortune in his spatial pocket was too sad. The specks of memory he had seen had taught him that a weapon should always be with his master, in life and in death.
After readying himself, he stepped towards the door with determined steps and only stopped as he passed near a mirror. He noticed that his hair had grown longer since his departure from the Core; months upon months had passed, and only now did he notice it. He attached his hair in a bun, and couldn't help but sigh as he noticed that time truly passed differently for a cultivator.
Finally, the emerald colored door opened and was closed shortly after him. Footsteps resounded through the quiet hallway, and Fell left the floor where the top ranker of the game resided without ever meeting them.
Shortly after that, he departed from the battle center with calm steps. A few individuals couldn't help but look at him as they remembered the event that happened in the reception hall; their gaze stopped at the sword hanging by his waist, and only they knew what they thought about it.
A black haired youth appeared in the street of New Casablanca. It was currently day time, and the streets of the main district were filled with cars and citizens. Saying that a black haired youth with a martial attire didn't draw any attention would be a lie, but most of the citizens only thought that he was a noble with weird antics.
With the cultivation era growing in popularity, it wasn't weird to meet strange individuals who showed their weapons in clear daylight. It was only that most of them had backing that made the police not dare stop them.
Thankfully for Fell, his travel to his apartment went without any hindrance, and only a few suspicious gazes were thrown towards him. Strangely, he took pleasure in those gazes and adjusted his sword for the majority to notice.
A childish behavior that was ingrained in Fell's psyche and made him feel like boasting a little bit.
He stepped through his apartment's step door with excitement as it had been a long time he saw Wind. But what greeted him was a dusty home that hadn't been occupied for days. He toured through his apartment for a minute as he looked for clues but didn't find anything that explained where Wind was.
Little did he know that Wind had gotten hooked with Battle League, and ever since his first session, he was addicted. His routine changed drastically, and he never stepped inside of the apartment again.
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The next moment he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at the luxurious ceiling of his chamber in New Casablanca's battle center. An odd sense of reality hit his mind as he couldn't help but touch his face to confirm that he was back in his body.
"The differences are minute, but they exist…", he mumbled as he now noticed the subtle differences between the game and reality.
He applied some strength on his waist and got up from the cerebral link without difficulty. Although he had been logged on for nearly a week, his body was strong enough to avoid any potential side effects from the lack of exercise. His joints popped as his blood began circulating faster in his veins, and he began executing mild and soft moves of the Massin martial art.
He circulated some energy in his meridians and felt the walls of his meridian get flooded with waves of energy that tumbled through his body. The process didn't take long as he stopped after a revolution. But the warming of his body was accelerated as his muscles and limb were gorged with blood and energy.
After a minute or two, he stopped his practice and went to the bathroom as he felt like taking a shower before leaving his room. The feeling of hot water running through his skin made him feel rejuvenated, and he finished cleaning himself shortly after enjoying the steamy liquid.
He stopped for a second in front of the mirror and looked at himself for a second. "What a pleasure to be back in my body.", he blurted whit a grin cracking on his lips.
"Now that I think about it, The avatar's base strength is quite inferior when compared to my current physique.", he thought while his hand moved toward the spot between his eyebrows. The conversation with the elder resurfaced in his mind, and his movement stopped for a split second before resuming.
A flash of light appeared for an instant before Soldier's Fortune appeared in the middle of his grasp. He traced through the steel with his other hand, and couldn't help but feel happy with his weapon at hand. He had fought for hours in battle league, but had always felt that something was lacking when he thought about those times. And that was his beloved weapon which had been with him since his first fights.
He put his sword to the side and donned a martial attire that was in his spatial pocket. When he finished, he couldn't help but grab his sword and execute a few strokes with it.
His movements were mild, and he did his utmost in exerting too much strength as he didn't want to damage the furniture in the room. The air parted in front of his weapon's path, and magnificent curves appeared in the air whenever his sword passed.
He played around for a little bit, his childish antics resurfaced, and he lost himself dancing with his sword. He only stopped when he nearly cut a table in half, he managed to stop his movement but destroyed a nearby curtain. With an ashamed laugh, he sheathed his sword in its scabbard and secured it in his waist.
"I'm not putting you back there, don't worry!", he exclaimed out loud as he meant that Soldier's Fortune would stay close to him.
During his fight against the virtual immortal, he had thought about his link with his weapon and had felt that always storing Soldier's Fortune in his spatial pocket was too sad. The specks of memory he had seen had taught him that a weapon should always be with his master, in life and in death.
After readying himself, he stepped towards the door with determined steps and only stopped as he passed near a mirror. He noticed that his hair had grown longer since his departure from the Core; months upon months had passed, and only now did he notice it. He attached his hair in a bun, and couldn't help but sigh as he noticed that time truly passed differently for a cultivator.
Finally, the emerald colored door opened and was closed shortly after him. Footsteps resounded through the quiet hallway, and Fell left the floor where the top ranker of the game resided without ever meeting them.
Shortly after that, he departed from the battle center with calm steps. A few individuals couldn't help but look at him as they remembered the event that happened in the reception hall; their gaze stopped at the sword hanging by his waist, and only they knew what they thought about it.
A black haired youth appeared in the street of New Casablanca. It was currently day time, and the streets of the main district were filled with cars and citizens. Saying that a black haired youth with a martial attire didn't draw any attention would be a lie, but most of the citizens only thought that he was a noble with weird antics.
With the cultivation era growing in popularity, it wasn't weird to meet strange individuals who showed their weapons in clear daylight. It was only that most of them had backing that made the police not dare stop them.
Thankfully for Fell, his travel to his apartment went without any hindrance, and only a few suspicious gazes were thrown towards him. Strangely, he took pleasure in those gazes and adjusted his sword for the majority to notice.
A childish behavior that was ingrained in Fell's psyche and made him feel like boasting a little bit.
He stepped through his apartment's step door with excitement as it had been a long time he saw Wind. But what greeted him was a dusty home that hadn't been occupied for days. He toured through his apartment for a minute as he looked for clues but didn't find anything that explained where Wind was.
Little did he know that Wind had gotten hooked with Battle League, and ever since his first session, he was addicted. His routine changed drastically, and he never stepped inside of the apartment again.
The next moment he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at the luxurious ceiling of his chamber in New Casablanca's battle center. An odd sense of reality hit his mind as he couldn't help but touch his face to confirm that he was back in his body."The differences are minute, but they exist", he mumbled as he now noticed the subtle differences between the game and reality.He applied some strength on his waist and got up from the cerebral link without difficulty. Although he had been logged on for nearly a week, his body was strong enough to avoid any potential side effects from the lack of exercise. His joints popped as his blood began circulating faster in his veins, and he began executing mild and soft moves of the Massin martial art.He circulated some energy in his meridians and felt the walls of his meridian get flooded with waves of energy that tumbled through his body. The process didn't take long as he stopped after a revolution. But the warming of his body was accelerated as his muscles and limb were gorged with blood and energy.After a minute or two, he stopped his practice and went to the bathroom as he felt like taking a shower before leaving his room. The feeling of hot water running through his skin made him feel rejuvenated, and he finished cleaning himself shortly after enjoying the steamy liquid.He stopped for a second in front of the mirror and looked at himself for a second. "What a pleasure to be back in my body.", he blurted whit a grin cracking on his lips."Now that I think about it, The avatar's base strength is quite inferior when compared to my current physique.", he thought while his hand moved toward the spot between his eyebrows. The conversation with the elder resurfaced in his mind, and his movement stopped for a split second before resuming.A flash of light appeared for an instant before Soldier's Fortune appeared in the middle of his grasp. He traced through the steel with his other hand, and couldn't help but feel happy with his weapon at hand. He had fought for hours in battle league, but had always felt that something was lacking when he thought about those times. And that was his beloved weapon which had been with him since his first fights.He put his sword to the side and donned a martial attire that was in his spatial pocket. When he finished, he couldn't help but grab his sword and execute a few strokes with it.His movements were mild, and he did his utmost in exerting too much strength as he didn't want to damage the furniture in the room. The air parted in front of his weapon's path, and magnificent curves appeared in the air whenever his sword passed.He played around for a little bit, his childish antics resurfaced, and he lost himself dancing with his sword. He only stopped when he nearly cut a table in half, he managed to stop his movement but destroyed a nearby curtain. With an ashamed laugh, he sheathed his sword in its scabbard and secured it in his waist."I'm not putting you back there, don't worry!", he exclaimed out loud as he meant that Soldier's Fortune would stay close to him.During his fight against the virtual immortal, he had thought about his link with his weapon and had felt that always storing Soldier's Fortune in his spatial pocket was too sad. The specks of memory he had seen had taught him that a weapon should always be with his master, in life and in death.After readying himself, he stepped towards the door with determined steps and only stopped as he passed near a mirror. He noticed that his hair had grown longer since his departure from the Core; months upon months had passed, and only now did he notice it. He attached his hair in a bun, and couldn't help but sigh as he noticed that time truly passed differently for a cultivator.Finally, the emerald colored door opened and was closed shortly after him. Footsteps resounded through the quiet hallway, and Fell left the floor where the top ranker of the game resided without ever meeting them.Shortly after that, he departed from the battle center with calm steps. A few individuals couldn't help but look at him as they remembered the event that happened in the reception hall; their gaze stopped at the sword hanging by his waist, and only they knew what they thought about it.A black haired youth appeared in the street of New Casablanca. It was currently day time, and the streets of the main district were filled with cars and citizens. Saying that a black haired youth with a martial attire didn't draw any attention would be a lie, but most of the citizens only thought that he was a noble with weird antics.With the cultivation era growing in popularity, it wasn't weird to meet strange individuals who showed their weapons in clear daylight. It was only that most of them had backing that made the police not dare stop them.Thankfully for Fell, his travel to his apartment went without any hindrance, and only a few suspicious gazes were thrown towards him. Strangely, he took pleasure in those gazes and adjusted his sword for the majority to notice.A childish behavior that was ingrained in Fell's psyche and made him feel like boasting a little bit.He stepped through his apartment's step door with excitement as it had been a long time he saw Wind. But what greeted him was a dusty home that hadn't been occupied for days. He toured through his apartment for a minute as he looked for clues but didn't find anything that explained where Wind was.Little did he know that Wind had gotten hooked with Battle League, and ever since his first session, he was addicted. His routine changed drastically, and he never stepped inside of the apartment again.
