The Universe Is Innately Just 204 One's Origin Part One

"I guess I need to finish the journey walking.", he thought while jumping out of the back of the vehicle. His feet lightly tapped the ground under his leg, and without any ample movement, his figure disappeared from nearby the car.

He reappeared more than hundreds of meters away from the vehicle. He looked back and a.s.sessed that it shouldn't take him more than a few minutes to arrive there, and he resumed his run.

The sea of factories surrounding him blurred in his vision, and the speed of his run rose higher and higher. As his leg took him closer to the Core, his thought began filling with memories and images of his youth there. And even with the rough and horrible condition he had been through when living there, he couldn't help but feel a strange type of nostalgia.

"I wonder how that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Moha is doing?", he mumbled under a sharp breath. "What about his bar, Pig's Paw. I hope his business has been going well."

With thoughts filled with memories of the figures that appeared in his past. He didn't feel the time pa.s.s, and before long, he saw the end of the highway draw in the distance. Inside of the dark, filthy black and obscure clouds, he noticed a few flashes of colorful lights and knew that the source of light was coming from the few big buildings of the Core.

He couldn't help but augment his running speed, and the lines of those many steel buildings appeared in front of him. Although this part of the city screamed of desolation and poverty, he couldn't help but feel himself at home the moment he stepped out of the highway. He couldn't help but have his heart yearn for the narrow streets he had hated for the majority of his life.

Those streets had caused him to face many fears that had turned into trauma during his youth. But now that he had the strength to protect himself, he couldn't help but feel something completely different. He thought that it was the same sensation a lion would have if he came back to the prairies of his youth, even if that prairie was the place where his parents were coldly murdered by hunters.

His legs took him inside of the maze like narrow streets of the Core. And before long, he arrived in front of a wooden door with a sign hanging over it. The sign was nearly falling apart, and the doors had many holes that filtered the red light of the business. He couldn't help but have a wry smile drawn on his lips, and his hand pushed the shabby wooden door open.

"Get out of here, you drunkards. I'm closed!", a coa.r.s.e and menacing voice resounded. "This is the middle of the night, and you still want to drink free-!", the voice stopped for a second. Heavy surprise was in what it said next, "Fell?!"

"You're right old man Moha!", Fell exclaimed while bursting into a fit of laughter. "Or should I say Young Moha.", his vision refocused, and the man's beautiful face appeared clearly under the bar's red light.

"That's your G.o.dd.a.m.n fault!", he roared before stepping forward toward the young cultivator in loud and heavy steps. "Do you have any idea how my business became difficult since I turned like this…", he exclaimed with strings of spits jumping out of his lips. Splas.h.i.+ng directly on Fell's face, but the youth didn't seem to mind at all.

"Well, that wasn't something I knew would happen. I was just trying to save your life, old fart.", Said Fell before escaping from Moha's embrace. "Got any liquor?", he exclaimed before sitting in front of the counter.

"Bet I do!", Moha flashed a large smile. He moved his ma.s.sive figure toward the back of the counter, and took out a golden colored bottle. He served one gla.s.s to the youth cultivation, who managed to notice three black letters written on it. "x.x.x?", puzzlement flashed on Fell's face and he grabbed the filled gla.s.s and approached it to his lips. "What the h.e.l.l does it even mean?", he thought before turning the gla.s.s up.

He threw the gla.s.s's content down his throat, and waves of s.h.i.+vers coursed through his body as a strong taste slapped his buds. He couldn't help but turn to the left and spat out a few residues of the liquor that stayed in his mouth. He turned toward Moha, who had a beaming smile on his face and who looked as if he was going to burst into a fit of mad laughter, and exclaimed in a menacing tone.

"What the f.u.c.k is this s.h.i.+t! Gasoline probably tastes better than this s.h.i.+t.", veins popped on his face. But after seeing the expression on Moha, he managed to calm down and stroked his temple with his finger.

"Hahahahaha you bet!", exclaimed Moha who couldn't contain himself anymore. "This is F3 SuperPlus; it is ninety nine percent of alcohol. And you bet that it works better than gasoline on most of our engines.", he explained before taking out the bottle from the table.

Without waiting for Fell to say anything, he grabbed another bottle from the counter and filled Fell's gla.s.s. "Want me to change your gla.s.s, or you're okay with the residue of F3?", he asked with a sly grin on his face.

"I'm good.", Fell said with a sigh before grabbing the gla.s.s. He approached the gla.s.s to his face and sniffed a few times before gulping down the liquid. A strong and powerful taste filled his mouth, but it was still drinkable as Fell recognized the liquor as being Vodka.

"You really sell s.h.i.+t here…", added Fell as he wasn't used to the taste of hard liquor. And actually preferred wines, and beer over strong refined liquor. "Sit down Moha. I didn't come here just to see your beautiful jawline. I'm here for serious business.", his face darkened, and his grim complexion expressed his intent even more than his speech.