The enlightened one did not waste its time. It took a few provisions and immediately locked in on the portal imprints that Sword Master Zak gave.

It needed no complex devices to aid it in the journey ahead. The enlightened one just waved its hands and the space before it broke to provide it entry.

It stepped into the dark gates of shattered void and went out to hear the slapping of mighty waves at its back.

"So is this the Qoven Empire?" The enlightened one muttered. A man's voice could be discerned from his words.

"Far Water Town should be in that direction." He pointed directly ahead and was excited to know the nature of this native magical being.

One should know that there were two dominant forces in the Tehora Continent. The shaman and the warlock.

A shaman derives its strength from doing good things while a warlock gains power by consuming the soul of another.

Nevertheless, there was really little distinction in how both accumulate proficiency since when a shaman kills a warlock, the former could easily steal the latter's innate gifts and vice versa.

And our enlightened one in question today was no doubt a true blooded warlock of Tehora.

He was not here to nurture and guide this native magical being but was fully intent on devouring its soul down to the last essence.

"WHOOOSH!" The warlock's cloaked body turn into a dark mist and hastily floated into a particular direction.

His speed was fast indeed since he arrived at the busy outside streets of Far Water Town in just a few minutes alone.

He flew in his usual dark gale form and bypassed the tall walls of the town and into the center of the buzzing community.

'Strange. I see no sign of the cute piglet and its master.' The warlock mused as he surveyed the expanse of the place.

Thus, he decided to listen in to the gossip of the town and it did not take him long to know about our bored gamer's identity.

With a subtle mind reading done in one old man in the populace, the warlock has finally gotten a new direction in his search.

"DING!" And so he flew once more and tracked a two story house away from the common noises of the town.

It did not take him long to find a lazy picture of a handsome man who at this bright of day was still content on sleeping at his lonesome.

'Is this boy perhaps the master of that pig in the sword master's mouth?' The warlock asked himself.

He was now in a discreet corner of our good gamer's room but kept his intentions at bay. This warlock knew the importance of patience and prudence.

Both of these virtues had served him quite well in his long life. So the warlock looked at our avid gamer and sensed no magical presence in his body.

Not even a shred or lick of it could be felt.

'Just a normal handsome prince?' The warlock was disappointed in what he found. Thus, he was determined to search deeper.

A silent string of words came from the warlock's mouth and this subtle incantation was enough for him to see something beneath the veil of flesh.

The true source of all sentient beings was of course the souls at their core. The flesh would grow weak and wrinkly but the soul remained immortal.

"FLASH!" The warlock's eyes had turned into golden orbs as he tried to unravel the mystery behind our bored gamer's form. And what he saw struck him dumb on the spot.

"What kind of soul is this?" The warlock could not help but share these words into the open. Before him was a soul that was as big as the very universe itself.

He was like an ant that soon perished at this unimaginable creation. It took a few breaths for this warlock to calm down as terrible goosebumps had begun to spread deep inside his heart.

He had an intuition that he would be eaten raw if he continued to linger here for more than a second more.

"..." And so in a very silent flight of black smoke, the warlock had chosen to exit this dangerous domain. But how could our good gamer let this visitor not feel his extreme hospitality.

"BANG!" An irresistible spiritual pressure descended on the warlock's misty form and slapped him down hard on the wooden floors of the house.

"SPLAT!" The warlock was pasted like black ink in the aftermath. It did not need telling that this was a grave injury on this great warlock visitor.

His form changed into its original state and he was coughing down copious amounts of blood on the scene.

"HAK!"

"HAK!"

"HAK!" It did not take a long time before a pool of blood surrounded the cloaked form of this unfortunate warlock.

"Please forgive this useless man's offense, Senior!" The fallen warlock begged amidst his intense coughing fit. He never doubted that he would be killed at a moment's thought alone.

"Ahhhh... You came just right on time. I lack a capable slave on my side. You will do very fine indeed." The warlock heard these words and he could not help but tremble inside.

He dared raise his head and saw our good gamer was already up and ready to start his day.

"THUD!" Clark walked onto the balcony and could faintly hear the exuberance of the men and women in Far Water Town.

Most of them had big dreams in their hearts and they worked hard in order to attain them. Our avid gamer stayed here for quite some time.

"Swear fealty to me or die." Our bored gamer offered the warlock two choices.

He could of course conquer this world through his summons like the cute piglet but they rather lacked the faculties of a capable negotiator.

If the cute piglet had its way, it would fill its belly down to the last human in this world. And that was not what Clark wanted to see.

Thus, a slave who can think of its own accord was still the best choice in the matter.

"..." A brief pause happened before the warlock said his answer to this very simple question. After all, no sane person wanted to have an early death.

"This slave greets you, master!"

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