Chapter 300 - Rolling Black Cloud
Chapter 300: Rolling Black Cloud
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“I see it now. My title is just a burden that slows me down,” Prome said. “We shall regard each other equally from today and on. Just call me Prome.”
“Um, I don’t think that’s okay. I do respect you, Master.”
“Your talent is already beyond me. Looking at your current level of knowledge, it won’t take long for you to surpass me once you begin to study synthesis. And it will mean dishonor to me if you call me a master.”
Angor frowned at Prome’s serious words.
“As an elementary apprentice alchemist, I should at least pay respect to my seniors.”
“Once you’ve completed ‘Prelude to Elimination’, you’ll become an intermediate apprentice. By that time, you’ll possess both better skills and potential than me. It’s a joke if you consider me a master by then.” Prome concluded the matter and resumed talking about the blueprint, “I’ve read all your designs, and I think the most convenient one is the gun.”
Prome checked the golden revolver Angor showed him and could not help feeling inspired again. The particular creation was something that he would never come up with in his life.
But the size was not the issue. This was an omen, which suggested that a mid-tiered alchemy item or something better was born!
There was once Prome managed to create a mid-tiered alchemy item, which also granted him the title of an intermediate apprentice alchemist. However, what he caused was only a small omen which covered some hundreds of meters. Now, he was looking at something that covered the entire apprentice town!
He inspected the layout of the cloud and tried to work out the center of it using his practiced mental math ability.
Then, he looked forward, fixing his gaze at one particular building hidden behind trees and stone walls.
“Of course it’s you!”
Dave also came out of the cave and gazed at the dark sky. “What do you mean, Master?”
Before Prome could reply, the cloud changed.
Quickly enough, as if water was being added into a bottle of ink, the color of the cloud grew paler.
“Is it ending?” Dave saw several apprentices in the sky who wanted to check the cloud. However, the cloud already dissipated before they could reach it.
Prome kept his intense gaze at the sky and spoke in a low voice, “Keep watching. It’s not as you thought.”
Dave looked as best as he could and soon noticed something. “That’s… not cloud! There are shadows, human shadows, that are forming something like a cloud!”
The apprentices in the sky also noticed the same thing when they were close enough. There was no cloud, but a number of ghostly shadows. There were people, beasts, wailing around. When they gathered together, the whole area looked like a dark cloud in rainy weather.
The “cloud” was getting paler because the shadows were disappearing fast.
…
Inside Ness’ Valley of Souls.
Ness was “having fun” with a maid under broad daylight, outside. There were bare-bodied souls around him, cheering and hopping, causing their sticks and buns to dance around unsightly.
Saka was taking a nap nearby, bored. The irritating huffing and moaning of the souls did nothing to affect his mind.
He was quite surprised when all the noises suddenly halted. He opened his eyes and noticed that every soul in the valley had quieted down while looking at something with fear on their expressions.
Saka followed their gazes and did not see anything. He only knew that the souls were looking toward the Tree Spirit Garden.
He walked to Ness, who had dressed up properly.
Before he could ask about the situation though, a timid voice beat him to it.
“What’s going on, professor?”
Saka sensed someone bringing an air current carrying a sweet body fragrance. He saw someone coming his way—a bulky, hot, big-breasted… dude.
“Hookdick… you disgust me. Every single time.”
With that, Saka immediately left the scene.
Hookdick watched Saka go with a grim expression and clenched his fists.
Then “he” quickly put up a different attitude and turned to Ness. “Why are these souls not moving, professor?”
Ness looked at Hookdick’s smiley face. The “man” was smiling, but Ness could still sense hatred from those eyes; hatred for turning him into a she-male monster.
Still, Ness was quite satisfied with Hookdick’s current condition.
… At least Hookdick learned how to hide his true emotion from people.
Despite his bizarre look, Hookdick now had a better chance of becoming a wizard. Being able to contain one’s rage and think carefully meant mental growth.
Ness smiled back. “An alchemist just created a mid-tiered item and brought up an omen.”
“But what’s that to do with these souls?”
“Because… the item might possess something to harm souls specifically,” Ness glanced at the direction and read what was hidden in the cloud of souls. “Or not. It’s something that harms undead only. It won’t have much effect on ordinary souls, but still…” Ness looked around the trembling souls in the valley. “We never know if these things will fall and be undead beings one day. They’re showing their fear just to pay respect to a man-made creation which MIGHT bring them doom.”