The Master of Uradan - Chapter 135

Rohan felt his body heating up. A scorch sensation invaded every part at the same time. Strangely, even though he had nearly let go of a scream, it wasn’t painful at all. It was warm, as a fire camp on a cold night, or the warmth of a lovely mother.

His skin became redder while sweat profusely flowed down, soaking his clothes. His muscles thrilled as they welcomed this strange phenomenon. His heart throbbed faster and fiercer and sent his blood to ignite all his body.

An explosion echoed inside his mind. Rohan heard something shattering like glass, but he didn’t know what it was. He felt as if shackles had been removed, his body becoming lighter, his muscles contracting.

He had the sensation that he could destroy mountains with his fist, separate the ocean with a cleave of his sword, leap in the sky with his legs. All his cells screamed their need to move immediately under such formidable power to release it.

The sensation suddenly disappeared. The red threads forming the cocoon enveloping him vanished. Rohan opened his eyes.

A terrible headache crushed his mind. His vision was blurry. His limbs shook from countless spams. Rohan could only pant as he felt his whole being tear apart from all sides.

His body was constantly strengthened as it improved as lighting speed. Among this evolution, Rohan also had his mind exploding, as if something was growing there. The pain was violent, but he didn’t know what was happening.

A few minutes later, Rohan was left panting and lying on the floor. The other disciples were still in their meditation and didn’t know what was happening behind them.

Rohan quickly got up on his shaking legs before leaving the building. Although he walked like an old hunched grandpa, his strength rapidly soared, and the moment his hand reached the handle of the door, a crack echoed in the room.

The handle was crushed on his hand, startling Rohan as he widened his eyes. He had improved so much that he couldn’t control all his force!

Rohan carefully and slowly put back the handle that was now on his right hand. By luck, the door still opened when he tried it. Without wasting time, he advanced and slowly closed the door.

When the guard watched him closing the door as if he was scared of making a slight noise, he nodded his head. At least the slave was doing his best to not disturb the disciples.

Rohan bowed his head to the guard and quickly left the area. He almost ran away as he wanted to reach his hut the sooner possible, but he almost tripped down over and over.

The disciple crossing his road looked at him strangely as he rushed toward the south of the sect. Their eyes only rested a few seconds on him though, as he was only a ridiculous human from the start, they didn’t care if he was even more bizarre than what they thought.

A few minutes later, Rohan finally reached his hut without too many problems. He immediately entered through the entrance, but as he wasn’t careful enough, the door was torn out and rested in the air, holden by Rohan.

He cursed as he let go of the wooden door. It was already nearly broken anyway. The instant he entered his place, he immediately lay on the floor, not daring to move his body.

“So, what should I know?” His soft murmur left his mouth as he pondered on his situation. He had no control over his body, but he knew that he was clearly stronger than before. Once he would become an Intermediate Warrior, which would be the case the day after, his strength would increase exponentially.

*Sigh*

The situation wasn’t as simple as he had thought before. Many questions entered his mind. His head was still under extreme pain, but his thoughts were clearer than ever.

Only one meditation was enough to push his body forward that much. Then what after two? And ten? And hundreds? He had previously thought about leaving this place the fastest possible after reaching the Intermediate ranks, but it wasn’t maybe the best idea.

He could silently improve continuously while enduring his treatment, growing every day before finally putting everyone on their knees to answer his questions.

His consciousness wavered while he was thinking about his next actions. His eyes closed themselves. Like this, Rohan fell asleep in the middle of the day, something that had never happened for a long time.

But this sleep was only a short one as he felt a terrible cold freezing his bones. He woke up suddenly and stood up, thinking someone had thrown a water bucket on his face. His mind instantly became blank once he saw his surroundings.

He was inside a large red dome, with a diameter that was almost a hundred meters. The dome was made of countless red threads of mana spinning around.

There was nothing here. Nothing but the ground made of stone illuminated by the bloody red dome, and the slight cold. Each time he was exhaling, a white fog appeared instantly, blanketing a small area. But curiously, the cold Rohan was feeling was only mild.

He gulped down as a terrifying thought rooted inside Rohan’s brain, refusing to leave.

He stepped forward, slowly, carefully. His control over his body was definitely better than before, but it wasn’t for this reason that Rohan was scared to move.

In no time, he reached the wall of the red dome. He put his hand against it, only to see with surprise that he passed through the red threads without difficulties. It only tickles him a bit, but the sensation was the same as if it was water. Compared with the first time he had touched such a dome, the difference was like night and day.

The instant his whole body passed through the doom, Rohan blurted. “What the fuck is happening?”

He was inside a large cave. The ceiling was too high to be seen, but a faint blue light floating around was enough to see the opening embedded several tens of meters high on the stone wall.

He was back at Kolmos mountain.

He couldn’t believe it. Was it all a dream? No, his clothes were still the gray dress wrapping up his body. He didn’t even have any weapons and his bag was still inside the small hut.

Rohan rubbed his eyes as he nearly fell on his knees to cry out loud. Apart from the incomprehension, he was feeling, and if he put away the fact he was scared to death right now, he had fled from the sect and the mad old man!

His mind automatically deleted all questions he had on why the hell he was actually here, and Rohan concentrated on the good part of the things.

Now at least, he didn’t have to sweep the floor anymore while bearing the insult of being a slave from those fouls! He didn’t have the chance anymore to beat the shit out of the man named Grael, but Rohan felt it was a bargain if he had exchanged it with the direct teleportation here.

A happy smile bloomed on his face as he walked toward the corridor.. With a soft kick destroying the ground and sending pebbles everywhere, Rohan soared in the air to reach it.