The Master of Uradan - Chapter 118

Rohan ran inside the forest at high speed. He nimbly evaded the branches and obstacles along the way, sharpening his footwork inside this horrifying forest.

After a short time of running away from the slaughtered monkeys Rohan was responsible for, he finally stopped and stood there, watching with a stunned expression in front of him. He expected nothing less, but seeing it with his own two eyes was a hard blow.

A large footprint had destroyed the trees, creating a small clearing where the sun, previously filtered by the treetops, was now shining with a bright light. The size of this footprint was five meters wide with five claws engraved on the ground.

The beast was definitely colossal, and Rohan certainly didn’t want to encounter it. The trees were high as they pointed to the sky, with some of them might be ten or fifteen meters. For them to be flattened on the ground as vulgar twigs, Rohan really didn’t want to imagine what monster it was.

The most shocking part was that there was still a lingering aura on the footprints. Rohan’s heart palpitated as he felt the mighty power on it. But it was perfect. Without hesitation, he continued forward, distancing himself from this godly beast and the monkeys.

The other prints were the same: extremely dominating. Because of this, Rohan didn’t hear any noises in this part of the forest. No beast dared to approach with this aura inscribed on the ground, granting an almost tranquil trip for the young man rushing forward.

He didn’t know where he was going, so he simply chose the most protected road. Maybe at the end, there was a nest with tens of such godly beasts, but at least Rohan knew this way was safe compared to anywhere else in this damn forest.

The night was starting to fall. Rohan didn’t have the guts to lit a fire in this place, and sleeping on the ground was far from being the best idea. He decided it was time to stop for the day, and climbed a tree after having chosen the correct one.

Having the time to catch his breath, Rohan finally looked inside his mana core and mana stone. He was indeed right. After he had drunk a potion during the fight, he had used a wind blade.

This one, instead of being powered by the white normal mana that was inside the potion, was the strange and powerful red one that had appeared. Now that he had a clear view inside his mana stone, he saw that there wasn’t a trace of white mana. It was all red as if there had never been anything else.

He concentrated. His mana hadn’t fully recovered from the fight, and the ambient mana was still regenerating his mana pools. The mana, white and pure, was attracted as it entered his mind to head inside his mana stone. Until then, there was no problem.

But the instant the mana entered the stone, the situation made Rohan frown. The white and red couldn’t coexist, and the instant the two factions touch each other, the white mana was immediately transformed into the red. Even if Rohan tried to separate the two different mana, he couldn’t do so until the end of his life without moving.

Rohan looked around him. He carefully observed every tree he could see, and as he couldn’t hear anything nor see any beast, he decided to try something. He closed his eyes, he sighed as he relaxed his mind.

He willed the red mana and moved it around. It was still crackling, even under his control. Even after long minutes passed to familiarize himself with it, Rohan had difficulties restraining and creating a perfectly smooth thread.

But Rohan wasn’t someone who would give up at the first obstacle. He put his mind and all his thoughts toward this delicate operation, and after a long time sitting on the top of a tree with his eyes closed, Rohan finally smiled.

The red mana that was inside his mana stone was now transformed into a thin thread hovering there under his control. He didn’t waste any more time and controlled it toward the walls of the stone, where the drawing of a white rune was stretching with complicated strokes.

He didn’t know if it would work, but Rohan wanted to try it. It was a foolish idea, but Rohan decided to move the thin thread he had created and draw once again the rune. He didn’t continue where he had stopped some time ago, but he drew the first stroke, above the first one.

The instant the red mana was engraved against the stone, the first stroke transformed from the previous white to the now bloody red. The whole stone shook as Rohan had a strange feeling. The instant he stopped his drawing, he realized he had already used up all his mana.

An extreme feeling of pleasure filled his mind as he saw his mind strengthening. It was the first time Rohan had felt such a sensation. But after a few minutes, the pleasure dispersed and only an empty feeling remained.

Suddenly, a strange idea struck Rohan as he opened his eyes.

“Could it be?” His soft murmur broke the silence of the night, but he couldn’t care less. This idea was just ridiculous. How could it be possible?

Excitement filled his heart as he opened his bag. He took out the Essence Stone, and immediately activated it. But his expectations were crushed the instant his eyes fell on the data.

Race: human

Age: 17 years old

Constitution: 7.02

Mana: 35.20 / 64.54

Spirit: 11

Rohan had thought that this impression he had felt was because his spirit was growing, but this idea quickly crumbled before his eyes. He dejectedly put away the stone as he thought that he didn’t even have the freedom to dream.

He should be the stronger rank 5 Beginner Warrior of the south of the continent at least. Maybe some monsters of the north coming from powerful families with better talent or resources could reach the same constitution, but such physical strength while being a rank 5 Beginner Warrior should be rare.

There would be an explosion once he would reach the Intermediate rank, but it would still take a long time before Rohan could reach it.

Since he had already attempted to increase his wizard’s rank, Rohan decided to do the same with the warrior’s one and closed his eyes once again. This time, he focused on the construction of the vortex. His expression changed immediately.

There wasn’t an obvious change when he decided to draw the first stroke of the rune on his mana stone. There was indeed a strange emotion that had appeared, but other than that, there really was nothing else.

However, the change here was simply breathtaking for the mana inside his meridian.

The destructive side of the red mana and the corrosive power was far more obvious than before. As Rohan made the mana spin inside his meridian, this one broadened much more easily than the previous sessions of meditation he had taken.

He didn’t know if there was a hidden danger in having this strange mana, but at least for now, it was perfect to become stronger.

A big smile appeared on his face as he took out a mana core from a beast to replenish his mana.