The Universe Is Innately Just 255 Crusade Under The Stary Sky Part One

He felt the pressure surrounding him, rise to the utmost limit, exceeding anything he had ever felt before. The next moment he felt as if he was standing in front of one of the cultivators he had seen back when he had entered the organization's rank.

"He has enormous potential!", he thought as he felt that the Fell in front of him wasn't hiding anything from him. "Outstanding!", he mumbled as he felt as if the person in front of him was utterly different from the youth he had met.

"How did someone like you develop from such a s.h.i.+tty town?", he mumbled without leaving the youth's figure from his sight.

"Well, I can't deny that I received quite the big from a mysterious individual.", he exclaimed in a loud voice. "Sounds, quite the cla.s.sic cliche, right?".

"What do you think of my offer, mister Spinters?", Fell asked before falling silent. He knew that he had already spoken enough; considering Spinters thought, he wouldn't ask more about the origin of Anzar. In the end, every cultivator was an individual bestowed with some luck.

"All I can say is that I can't make the decision myself.", finally responded Spinters after a minute pa.s.sed. "Your future might be limitless, but mine isn't, and I can't afford to take responsibility for the organization."

"Those venerable ancestors might not care about such loss, but those vengeful ghosts under them won't wait long before coming at my back.", Spinters added, causing a change in Fell's expression. "But, taking into account what you have decided to trade, I'm sure we can arrive at a decent result.", he finished succinctly before flas.h.i.+ng a beaming smile toward Fell.

Fell looked for a long time at the man in front of him. He couldn't regret what he had proposed as he knew that, in the end, the action was needed as the danger didn't only reside in the fierce beasts army attack.

"He is beaming from joy…", he thought Fell while looking at Spinters face that looked as if he had gained a few years of lifespan. "Well, this is only a last option to try and save a few citizens…"

"Do not worry, young hero.", said Spinters while looking at him deep in the eyes. He got up from his chair and took three large strides that took him to the door. He then turned toward Fell with a large smile before exclaiming softly, "your clothes are waiting for you, young hero. And you should take this opportunity to take some well-earned rest.

Fell got up from the couch and stepped out of the room without another word. He walked silently through the dimly lighted corridor, and before long, made his way to the elevator.

"I wonder what Wind is currently doing?", thought Fell while looking at his figure in the mirror. "I've been getting good at getting myself in horrible states.", he exclaimed with a wry smile as he gazed at himself with apparent self deprecation on his face. His mind wandered aimlessly for a few seconds before he gathered his composure as he felt the elevator's ascension come to a stop.

He left the metallic box that surrounded him and made his way through the new floor before coming to a stop in front of an emerald colored door. He gazed for a few seconds, and the door before wiping his hand next to it. In the grasp of his hand was a metallic card- the same as the door- that he had taken from his spatial pocket earlier.

The door opened, and the place where he had resided in the battle center once again entered his sight. He sighed as he felt slight nostalgia toward this place, especially when he gazed at the metallic cerebral link that sat next to the large sized bed. His gaze intensified as his reminiscences about what he had accomplished in this room resurfaced.

"The ancestor's words are still resonating with me to this very day.", he thought as he closed his eyes for a split second. "This world, anything is possible…", he thought before coming to a stop. "Is it truly worth dying despite being faced with a potentially limitless future?", he thought as he fell silent while standing in the middle of the room.

His thought was muddled, and his internal struggle led him to stand still for a long period of time. "Man…", he thought as he released a long sigh from between his slightly opened lips. He moved, and with slow steps, arrived in the bathroom where he took out his cloth in a daze.

Before long, he stood under the shower with his thought running at the same speed as the water falling on him. He couldn't help but feel perturbed by the fact that an option where everyone could be said existed, yet at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that in this option, there would be many concessions that would be made.

"f.u.c.k… That Splinters is more sly than I thought…", he mumbled as he stopped the running water in the shower. He left the bathroom in slow steps as he dried himself with a slight revolution of energy near his skin.

After a few minutes, he was sitting on the bed next to the cerebral link. On him were a pair of fresh cloth that lightly sat on top of his skin. He couldn't help but feel refreshed even though the water in the shower was burning hot. His mind cooled down as his pores opened up in an attempt to cool down his body's temperature.

Before long, his mind hovered to a positive mindset as he began slowly digesting the bitter pill he had ingested. Selling his own a.s.sets as a cultivator to the Battle Center was quite the unexpected move as he had to act according to the urgency of the situation. But in the end, he felt no regret toward that as he would gladly give his body to save a few citizens of the city.

Deep in his heart, he had felt guilty about everything that was happening. The beast attack was in the end caused by him, and it was the same for the incoming bombing that would sooner or later erase the city from the face of the planet. "Well, I guess I can count this as a win…", he thought, not even sure about it himself.

In the end, the price had come down to his freedom as an individual. What he had sold wasn't only his freedom, but also the grasp on destiny he had acquired after Anzar's tutelage. If he followed the battle center's tutelage, he might end up stronger than now and might even acquire better techniques.

But globally, his range of possibilities would have shrunken down to only being a follower of the organization who owned Battle League. A gloomy expression appeared on the youth's face, and constant sighs escaped from his lips as he constantly muddled over the new possibilities that arose.

The last bits of insecurities he had dug out of his heart resurfaced, and he couldn't help but feel anxious for the first time ever since he had become a cultivator.

His soul cultivation, sadly, didn't come handy in his situation as his whole persona was in the process of facing a mental calamity. His mental demons resurfaced, stronger than ever, as they began chewing on his mental strength.

Before long, he sat with his head down, a heavy aura of depression and sorrow escaped from his frail figure. His own mental power was nouris.h.i.+ng the negative emotion he was feeling, and before long, those emotions materialized in the room around him; Turning into a soft, soft yet distant sigh that reverberated everywhere around him.

He only moved after an hour pa.s.sed. His shoulder rounded in front of his chest- with head dropped low- and a curved back that didn't contain any of the past might and power it had before. His eyes gazed at the distance, and as if his vision could pierce through the thick and solid wall surrounding him, and continued outwardly till he could magically gaze at the on going battlefield.

"It is time.", he exclaimed softly before rising from his sitting position. He walked slowly toward the door, and before long, he left the building of the battle center in an unhurried manner that shouldn't be executed by someone who was in the midst of leaving to defend the city.

"This body, I will overuse till there is nothing in thing. And only then, will I be capable of seeing through falsehood or truth…", he exclaimed as the cloudiness in his eyes contained a minute glint of sharpness.