The Archangel of Death - Chapter 669

Chapter 669: Do Not Read
Chapter 3

Exquisite cuisine filled the table. From vegetables to meat, meat in the vast majority. The food items on the table were enough for a building’s full worth of people to fill their stomachs to the brim.

But the giant table that was filled with food from one corner to another was only meant for two people.

Correction: only meant for one person.

A white haired man sat on one side of the table with a smile on his face and hands underneath his chin, while a boy of ten with golden eyes and dark hair sat on the other side with a look of apprehension in his eyes.

“What is this?” The boy asked.

“It’s food.” The white haired man simply replied.

“For whom?” The boy asked.

“For you.” The white haired man simply replied.

“All of it?” The boy asked.

“All of it.” The white haired man simply replied.

“…” The boy remained silent.

“…” The white haired man remained silent.

No words were exchanged for a while, but the boy had this ominous feeling gathering up in his stomach since earlier, so he couldn’t help but ask, “Why?”

“Because you won’t be eating a speck of dirt for the next two years.” The white haired young man simply and nonchalantly replied.

“What?” The boy could only think the man was joking, but he wasn’t, and he could tell. The white haired man meant every word he uttered, and that scared the boy.

“No.” The boy simply said.

“Oh, my dear disciple.” The white haired man replied with a helpless smile, “You don’t have a choice.”

“I’m going back.” The boy said.

“Back where and how?” The white haired man asked with his usual smile. He waved his hand, and the door of the room disappeared like it never existed. The boy was alarmed, but he knew one thing with great certainty: there was no escaping the white haired man.

“Don’t be too worried.” The white haired man said with a smile as he pushed a beef rib to the boy and said, “I said you won’t be eating anything for the next two years. I didn’t say you’d be starving.”

“What’s the difference?” The boy asked.

“The difference is your stomach would be empty, but your hunger would be satiated. Your stomach would churn every day, every minute, every second of your life, but you will feel no desire to eat.” The white haired man replied.

“How is that possible?” The boy asked.

“In this vast universe, everything is possible. In your case, however, it would be the spiritual energy.” The white haired man replied.

“Spiritual energy?” The boy asked, unfamiliar with the term.

“Energy of the spirits. It naturally exists like every other power, but humans can have a tough time wielding it because it doesn’t give exploding power or anything like that.” The white haired man replied.

“Then what is the use of it?” The boy couldn’t help but ask. If a power didn’t give one the power to survive in the world, then what was its use?

“That mentality is why you die so soon.” The white haired man replied.

“Do you know my age?” The white haired man asked.

“No.” The boy replied.

“It’s somewhere around 50,000 years.” The white haired man simply replied.

“Kugh! Kugh! Kugh!” The boy began to cough and choke on his food as he heard the white haired man’s reply.

No matter how the boy looked at the white haired man, he didn’t seem to be more than twenty years old, or even twenty-two would be offensive.

But… fifty thousand?

That was simply not possible.

“What I possess is life energy, which is impossible for you because of that special power inside of you. But you could store spiritual energy, a lower version of the life element. You’d live longer, about a thousand years extension at each stage, and you’ll feel less hunger, or none at all. You’d crave food, but nothing else. You won’t feel hungry.” The white haired man replied.

“Are there side effects?” The boy asked. The power sounded too good to be true. There must be some catch to it.

“Only one.” The white haired man replied before he smiled and replied, “Your will.”

“My will?” The boy asked.

“Your will to endure. At first, you’ll feel like your stomach is churning from the inside after a few days, then your stomach would shrink to the size of a pea, then it’d feel like your stomach is feeding on your body, then your bones would follow the same procedure until your body would follow. The reason why not many can advance much in spiritual power is that they cannot endure those stages. But, after a few years of pain, there’d be nothing but a long, long life.” The white haired man explained.

The boy lowered his head, the image of the old man’s death flashed before his eyes, before he raised his head to look at the white haired man and said, “If I ever falter, you’ll stop me, right?”

The white haired man smiled and replied, “That’s what being a master is.”

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I slowly opened my eyes as my final preparations were done. I could leave any moment I wanted to now, but I needed something else.

I looked at the loaf of bread resting on top on top of the books and couldn’t help but be curious. Why was she showing me such pity? Was there something else behind the story of this child? Or was she simply a kind-hearted person?

But all those questions did make me curious about the fate of this child. About what this child did.

I picked up the load of bread and devoured it, leaving just a bite behind, and stored it in my subspace. It was almost full of the mana beads, but it had enough space to hold that small piece of bread.

Once I was done with that, I looked at the books in front of me. There were three of them. One of them was a diary, about a man’s personal encounters with what could only be referred to as monsters.

There were no monsters in my world, at least monsters like these. There were classifications of other races, such as elves, vampires, dwarves, and dragons, but not creatures like these.

Anyway, I took what I could from the book and put it aside. The second book was also the size of the first book, but it was an amalgamation of a mage’s life. Research notes and shortcuts to spells.

Looking at the information in the book, I could only say one thing: primitive.

Now, about a hundred thousand years ago, in my world, it would have been information to kill for, but this information was simply too outdated. The maximum spell written in the book was a sixth circle spell, and even that at a great cost, about ten times the cost I could cast it at.

The focus of the book was on the element air. It explained how to convert one’s mana into the air element and cast spells of different kinds.

Once again, I closed the book and set it aside. It was useless to me; nothing in it could be called precious. I placed both of the books to the side and opened the last one.

Now I had lived a long life, but even I had never come across something like this. Even my master had never taught me something like this.

The book was quite thin, about twenty pages at most. But what it explained was simply… too imaginative.

It depicted a method to use spiritual energy to turn one into air itself. No, I didn’t just mean turning one into air. No, it meant becoming one with the element of wind.

Fly. An eight-circle spell that consumed mana at a very fast pace. It was a spell only some could use and even only for a while, a minute at most, due to its consumption. Even I, who had a very vast mana pool, could only maintain the spell for about an hour before exhausting myself of mana.

But in this book, it was told that if I could turn myself into wind, air itself, I could become air itself. Fly for as long as I wanted to, use wind elemental spells as much as I wanted to.

Of course, that depended on my spiritual energy reserves, but spiritual energy didn’t have a limit, unlike mana, which couldn’t go beyond nine circles. As my master said, a heart had a limit, but a human mind knew nothing of such a thing.

It was as vast as a universe, and it held the potential to hold stars. So as long as I could endure it, I could store spiritual energy to last me a million years.

The theories in the book were, of course, hypothetical, with a note at the end. The note of a man who had reached the end of his lifetime.

“I hope you, my son, can perfect the long dream of our ancestors.”

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